Her.

Chapter 1

As she sang, the music radiated from her like an explosion. Her back arched as pleasure and pain danced together. The song finished and on the last note, her eyes glowed with pure, unnatural energy and she stopped. Panting. The bar erupted into gracious applause and she smiled. The glow in her eyes died. That was close, she thought, I can't get that close again.

She walked over to the bar, where two men were waiting for her. She sat down and turned to them and pretended to breathe heavily. She could smell it. They stank of it. Mutants. "what can I do for you, gentlemen?", she asked, hoping it was a picture or a selfie. Her hope was in vain. "my name is Charles Xavier, and this is my associate Erik Lehnsherr."

"What can I do for you?"

"We need to talk; we know that you are very talented-"

"In more ways than one." Erik interrupted. Well, at least they know what they're doing, she wondered. She sighed, "come with me". She led them through the bar into the back rooms, past the kitchen, they were white, pristine and clean. But the further and deeper they went the darker and dirtier it got. They went through a rickety looking door that creaked horribly in the awkward silence. The went down some not-very-stable-looking staircase into the dark, musky and very dirty basement. Under such stairs was an astonishingly white door. It stood out against everything else on the floor. She reached around her neck and produced a similarly astonishing white key. She walked to the door and put the key in the lock. It fit like a glove. She turned it and opened the door to reveal total darkness. She turned to the men behind her. "If you are who I know you are, then you were most definitely followed. Follow me." She stated and walked into the slimmer corridor. They followed reluctantly. She then stopped, did a 180, and pushed past the men. She slammed to door closed and locked it behind them. "Want to tell us why you locked the door??"

"This door is the only one of its kind in the world. The same with this key. I've locked it so we can't be followed. Its unique, like me." She stated, and without another word, walked onwards into the dark tunnels. They were small, damp and full of cobwebs. It was disgusting. "These tunnels run under the entire city. They all lead to an identical door. Only I have access to these bad boys." She told them. After about half an hour they arrived at a brown door. She place the key in the lock and turned. "Through here." She opened it and walked into her apartment. It was situated in the basement of a large apartment building. She had renovated it herself. It was large and spacious. It was a mix of modern chic and cabin-in-the-woodsy feel. The living room contained a small black velvet couch complete with cushions and a cat. Opposite hung a TV on the wall. On the right side of the couch was a small coffee table. Behind was a small ready cove complete with a floor to ceiling bookshelf, a comfy armchair and an overhead lamp. Dividing the room was a clean white sliding door which led to her ensuite. She walked through her home and into the kitchen, which wasn't as large but still quite spacious. In the middle of the room was an island countertop. It colour scheme was black and white. Duh. She walked over to the island and hopped on top of it. She looked at the two men standing in slight confusion in front of her. "I suspected a telepath and ferrokinetic would know more than they let on." They looked at each other in astonishment and confusion. She loved it when this happened. When she was in control. "You're a telepath also?" Charles asked, fascinated. "No," she replied "but different mutants smell of different things. And you two stink," she smiled, no one alive knew what she was capable of, especially since she could manipulate her electromagnetic brain waves so telepaths couldn't read her mind. "I am a type of rare breed of shapeshifter. Very rare indeed."

"Care to emphasise??"

"No, not really..." she mumbled. Damn these guys were persistent. Ugh. "fine, I can read peoples mind's but the only thing I can ever see is what they fear most. Then if I see fit, I can transform into that such animal-based fear and scare the shit out of them. Or kill them. But I mainly use it to survive by myself. But don't be fooled, I'm powerful."

"We don't doubt it, that actually why we wanted to talk. We think you would do well training to control your powers better at my school for gifted youngsters. You would be a great asset."

She considered this. But she had always been alone. She liked it that way. No responsibilities, no doubts or fears of what could happen if she lost control. Like last time.... No. She wouldn't think about that. Not now. She would be with other kids. Dealing with the same stuff as her. Fuck it. Why not. "Sure".