Post by devon on Jan 10, 2007 9:16:27 GMT
Name: Devon Joanna (D.J.) McKinnely (Adoptive name)
Codename: Right now? Firebug.
Age: 16
Mutation: Although she has had these powers since the age of six, she cannot control them very well, so although powerful, they are a hazard to everyone around her, not just her enemies. Either that, or she can't use them at all. Her first abilties are her control over heat. She can make it so hot that she can incinerate those she concentrates on. But that extreme only happens when she loses control over her emotions. Normally, it is hot enough to cause serious burns and stop people in their tracks.
Later on, she will "redevelope" the ability to generate flames, but now, she can concentrate this heat into one direction, causing the ground to catch fire beneath the path, and set fire to anything in her path. She can also direct it around her, providing protection to herself, but often harming those around her, friend or foe. She can control the intensity of fire, but cannot yet generate it. She has recently learned to direct these blasts downward, propelling herself through the air and allowing her to reach heights that she couldn't by jumping. The problem is, she cannot fly, so she cannot land either. Its a matter of accuracy and luck. She can generate a light in the dark so it is useful when at nighttime.
Now for the weaknesses...because of her inexperience, her powers are directly triggered by her emotions. If she is extremely happy, light will radiate, if she is extremely stressed, sad or angry, all hell could break loose, and she wouldn't be able to stop it unless she could calm down. And since she is very tempermental, this is a major liability. Also, she has a strong weakness to cold, more than usual. So basically, winter is hard for her to endure, while she could sit in over 140 degrees without any issues.
Physical Description: She is short, only reaching about 5"3, with freckles speckling her face. Her eyes are a chocolate brown. She dresses like many skater teens do, or atleast the girls do. She wears alot of reds, yellows, blacks and oranges, almost always at the same time. She can go from black long shorts with a silver pocket chain, stripped red and yellow socks, red converse and a tank top with a leather band around her upper arm, and with a wrist band matching her clothes...to a pair of simple flares with some Vans and baby striped polo-t and a tie tied loosly around her neck. Her hair is a mix of red, orange and a tiny bit of blonde, and runs to the middle of her back right now. She usually wears it tied back into two low braided pigtails, but also wears it down or up into a ponytail as well. She has a pair of large polaroids she wears outside or when she's flashing her powers.
When in uniform (if she ever gets one...) she would have black long shorts, with the chain in the pocket, a studded leather belt, a black zip up (hers is zipped to the point where it appears that she has a collar...) tank with a cropped tank underneath and leather bands around her upper arms and fingerless gloves. Her shoes would be either converse, or a pair of sneaker-like boots.
Personality: She is quick to anger, having one of the worst tempers on record, but she is also friendly and open to most other people. She has a poor grip on her emotions and often wears them on her sleeve. She often says too much, and is a bit of a blabbermouth...but she is also loyal to a fault and will fight to the death to defend those she cares about or believes in. She's a bit of a partyer and loves head banging to good Punk tunes while throwing up the horns and jumping around. She has a quite delicate side, enjoying ballet, broadway, drama and most of all; she seems to latch on to whoever can fill the void she gained when she lost her family years ago.
Background:
Devon Joanna McKinnely was born to a normal family, in a normal town. Every year had gone "normally" for her, she went to normal school....had normal friends....and had no idea there was anything different than what she lived everyday. Her mother was proud of her fire red locks, as she looked like a miniature twin to her. Her father loved her brown eyes, as it was as if he could see himself in them. Her brother just loved his sister, and although young as well, he could see himself growing up, watching over her forever.
It was a "normal" Christmas Eve that would change Devons life forever. That year, she had began to have intense fevers...and had to go to the hospital many times. The doctors were baffled, no person could survive such fevers. Except for one...he suggested she might not be a "person" at all, but that this was the early warning signs that she would become much worse...a mutant. Her family refused to believe such words, and made it clear that their little girl was as normal as anyone else, that she was a regular human being.
Then, strange things began to happen around the house. The house seemed to get unusually hot during the winter, while Devon would feel unusually cold. Her father regulary checked the heaters, but didn't find anything strange...then that Christmas Eve, they would realize it was never the heaters...a little too late.
That night, Devons parents were preparing to surprise their children with a special Christmas they'd never forget. After giving the children two presents to open in order to tide them over until tomorrow, they parents sent them to bed. While the kids pretended to sleep, Devon's father prepared to surprise them as Santa, while her mother made the traditional Christmas cookies.
Devon woke up and snuck downstairs, hearing a sound in the fireplace. She called out for Santa but only heard more sounds. She saw a burnt peice of wood and picked it up curiously. It was still burning, but for some reason, Devon felt no pain, only facination as she held it. Her brother, who had followed her downstairs startled her, and this is where it all gets shady...
The reports said that a problem with the heaters had caused the house to explode, but certain authorities know the full truth. There was never a heater explosion...it was Devon. Her powers were unstoppable that night, causing the death of her father, incinerating her mother, and setting the entire house a blaze. Now, Devon lived in a religous neighborhood, so imagine there faces when they saw someone walking out of the house on fire, yet they just stood, staring at their hands, confused. The police were called apparantly, and as the flames dissapeared, they opened fire. Witnesses say that bullets stopped in their tracks, and Devon passed out.
She woke up in a hospital, and found out that it had been a long time since that night, that she and her brother were separated and she would probably never see him again. She was devastated, but as a young child with an incredibly powerful and unstable power, she could do nothing to help her situation. She drifted from foster home to foster home, most parents finding out the hard way that she was a mutant, and treating her horribly. She finally went to the orphanage, and spent many years there, having nightmares about that Christmas night and waking up with a burnt bed. Yet when she concentrated, she couldn't generate the flames of that night. She was finally adopted to a loving family, the McKinnelys, and this only quicked her fervor to find her brother. She was a problem child, through no fault of her own. She incinerated a park full of people one day, after being hit with a big rock in the forehead. When angry, the heat would radiate off of her in such a way that it can burn away others clothing or cause a mild heat wave on a city block.
She began to hear reports of a rising Mutant/Human conflict, and that was when she heard of Magneto. The first time was after the Liberty Island incident. She had personally never hated humans, but someone in that group struck her. He looked like her brother, only...he was different. She began to follow up on this, and tried to gain the attention of either Magneto, or the group who opposed him, hoping that either way it would result in reuniting with her brother, or atleast, who she thought was her brother. She followed him to that camp and marched behind him to Alcatraz.
She saw who she had learned were the X-men, standing in between them and the destruction of the cure...and her chance to get noticed by her brother. She was confused...they were mutants, right? So why were they trying to stop Magneto? Isn't the end of the cure what's best for mutants? She quickly shook off her feelings and when her brother yelled for them to attack, she was part of the first wave who did. She used her heat to propell her through the air, making a leap of faith, landing on the front lines. She shot her heat, burning many. That's when she truely became frightened. This woman...who she had never seen before, began to fly into the air, and shoot lightning! Devon narrowly avoided being electrocuted to death, only to be hit by a man reeling from a very hard hit. She chose her target, a small girl, about the same size as her, but as she sent a hard punch her way, she just ran right through her, and pushed her to the ground. Enraged, Devon turned around and soon a trail of fire sped towards the girl but only seemed to incinerate someone from her own group. Where was her brother? Why wasn't he fighting with her? Didn't he see her?
She fought long and hard, and when the needles rained down upon the crowd, she tried her best to shield herself using her heat. She incinerated many, but was struck by a stray lightning bolt, the shock causing her to immediatly crash to the ground. She couldn't stand, the convulsions were so strong, she felt so weak. It was from this position that she witnessed the battle between Pyro and some frozen guy she had also never seen before. It was amazing, she was rooting for her brother...but then the Ice-guy got the upperhand, and she tried to crawl her way to her brother, on her stomach. She missed the rest of the action, but soon she felt it getting hot...too hot. Things began to float up and dissapate all around her...what was going on? She crawled as far as she could away, while still looking for her brother, before passing out again, from the extreme heat.
She woke up sometime later, the Alcatraz facility in complete ruins. Her powers had allowed her to barely survive Dark Pheonix's final onslaught, but for what? Because of the immense amount of power needed to survive Dark Pheonix's onslaught, she was left back at the beggining, she might as well been given the cure, it was just as bad. All she had was some heat, no more flames. Shew as so close... This is where the story leads off...what will Devon do now that she's lost her brother again, will she spend her time searching for him? Follow Magneto in his new crusade? Or will she join the Institute. Either way, she saw the raw power that Pheonix displayed that night, and she liked what she saw...what if she could get to that point...what if she could one day recover the flames which had ruined her life in the first place? Then her brother would notice her...
In conclusion, the sad thing about Devon is how normal her life was before hand. She had no abusive parents, no poor neighborhood. No homicidal tendencies. She was just a normal child, who's life went wrong because of something she was too young to control. And now, she's lost it all. And she was never recruited to either side. Both leaders had wrongfully assumed that her brother was the cause of the fire, that he was able to manipulate the flames from the fireplace and accidently burned their home down. And in result, Devon slipped through the cracks, becoming one of the poor mutants you read about in the papers who snap one day and kill lots of people. Mabye her life would be different if she and her brother were never separated...or mabye it would be the same...we will never know. But we can say that it isn't the mutants who you read about on the news who are the most dangerous, but the ones who you don't. The ones who are ignored, and slip through the cracks. The ones who become angry sociopaths, meglomaniacs, psycotic killers or just misguided ticking time bombs. Devon never had anyone to take her in and tell her that her powers were okay, that she could learn to control them, and now, humanity will suffer, unless someone gets to her quick. There's no telling when this time-bomb will explode and take a city block with her...
Current Affiliation: Unaffiliated now, was part of the attack on Alcatraz.
Sample:
Slipping Through the Cracks
Prologue.
Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire...
"Merry Christmas DJ, John!" A beautiful woman with ruby red hair, smiled, handing the two children their presents. The two kids looked at each other excitedly before tearing the wrapping off. Devon Joanna or DJ, a small fiery red-headed girl, only four, looked into the video camera her father was holding. Her hair was pulled back in two low pigtails. She made her best impression of a smile, before getting back to the issue at hand: opening her box. She saw her brother squeal with delight as he clumsily pulled his first present open.
"A Megazord!" He yelled, holding it up in triumph for the world to see. She clapped happily, before turning her attention back to her box. She heard weird sounds coming from it. She tried in vain to open, before her brother crawled over and began to help her. She smiled at him; she loved her older brother already, he was so cool. She wanted to be just like him: She always mimicked his actions. She gasped when she pulled out a tiny puppy. "A puppy!" He shouted excitedly, looking back at his parents, who nodded happily. They jumped up and down, and then began to play with and pet their new dog, who seemed to love the attention. Their mother smiled softly, putting her hand in her husband's.
"These two'll be inseperatable." He smiled. She nodded gently, before standing up. "Ok, kiddies, time for bed, you gotta get to bed before Santa comes with the rest of your stuff." He picked up DJ, while holding his son's hand and took them up stairs. DJ was looking forward to church tomorrow, she got to drink grape juice. That was her favorite flavor.
"Good night Tom, I'll put out the fireplace."
"Al right Bridgett, see you in a little bit." He attempted to wave, with his son hanging off of his hand, and the puppy biting playfully at his socks. He gently placed DJ in her bed, and after tucking her in, saw to her brother. The puppy circled the foot of the bed for a bit before jumping into it next to DJ, as she snuggled up against it.
Later that night, DJ woke up, giggling slightly as the puppy licked her face. She rolled out of the bed, careful not to fall. Unaware that her moving about woke her brother, she attempted to sneak (as much as a four year old can) down the stairs. She would catch Santa, and give him her cookies mommy was making. She heard some noise from the chimney, and ran as fast as she could to the foot of it. "Santa?" She asked, waiting, hoping for a answer. What she didn't know was that her father had pretended to go to bed, and then, like he and his wife planned, dressed as Santa Claus, and climbed onto the roof and in through the chimney. She crawled on her knees until she was inside the fireplace, not noticing the hot coal and wood. Not seeing any signs of him, she looked down, curiously picking up a still burning splinter of wood, and examined it closely. She didn't know that when something is burning, it normally is hot. Fixated on the glow, she was startled by a sudden noise.
"Deej?" Her brother asked. She let out a squeak, and the wood and her whole hand ignited. Her brother's eyes opened wide as he let out a scream of terror. Their mother came running at that instant. The fire sent sparks upward, causing their father to lose his balance and fall, hitting the ground with a sickening crack. Her brother screamed louder, after seeing the man fall from inside the chimney, miraculously missing DJ But to him, Santa was hurt. Their mother let out a blood curdling scream as she ran to his side.
"Tom? Tom!" She yelled, crying, trying to hold the children from such a sight. "John, keep her back!" She yelled to her young son, probably not realizing that he couldn't even comprehend what was happening in front of him.
"Dad!" DJ's brother cried, holding on to DJ, the dog was whimpering behind him. Suddenly, after realizing just who died, she screamed, and her whole body engulfed in flames, sending her brother and the dog flying backwards, into the dining room. Her mother stared in horror before she herself caught on fire, and the tree. Soon, the whole house was engulfed in flames. DJ looked around, horrified, wondering what monster could've done this. She looked down at her hands, and to her horror they were on fire. Then one of the ornaments caught her attention. It was a hanging picture of her family, in the reflection of he broken glass, she saw what should've been her Instead she saw a monster, a demon. Suddenly, her body appeared normal, no flames. Her brother, carrying the puppy, unscathed just stood there staring, not nearly as afraid as he should've been, but fasinated, impressed even. He began to reach forward, but she pulled away running outside.
"A Demon! Here!" She heard her neighbors cry. Police cars and fire trucks began to pull up around her. The lawn began to catch flame, and she saw out of the corner of her eye that her neighbor's pajama sleeve caught fire as well. Her older brother John just stared, looking at the people around her with increasing anger. She was not a demon, she was his baby sister! He froze when he saw the guns pointed at her from all directions. When they fired, she screamed, then she froze stunned, as the bullets stopped in mid flight, and floated around her.
Everyone just looked stunned. That same neighbor screamed, "She is a demon! Only a demon can stop bullets!" Suddenly, it seemed like all time stopped, except for her. Even her brother. The dog was in mid bark, a dozen bullets were floating around her, no not floating, frozen. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. "It's al right, Devon, you're safe now, go to sleep, no one will hurt you now..." As hard as she tried not to, she began to doze off. Everything went black, and she heard voices around her.
"It appears we have a conflict of interest, Charles" Charles? She tried to open her mouth to talk, but she was too tired. She managed to get one last look at her brother, still frozen, clutching the puppy. Then she slowly closed her eyes.
So what did you think? Feel free to review, but be nice...plzzzzzz? This is my first story i've ever put up on anything. It may seem slow, or make no sense now, but this part is the second most important part of this story, and it is partially to blame for the big twist later on in the story.
I'm trying to make this character as un Mary-Sueish as possible.
Next up: Chapter 2. DJ wakes up after being stuck in a long coma, lives in an orphanage, and is eventually adopted. She watches the mutant/human conflict begin to unfold, and has some power mishaps on the way, and still manages to get ignored by the big players. It'll tie into the movies soon:)
((Note to admin: This is how I envisioned D.J.'s story, but feel free to offer any suggestions. In the fanfic I wrote before, she was Pyro's sister, although the last time they were together, both were too young to remember it completly. But I can alter it if it poses a problem now. ))
Codename: Right now? Firebug.
Age: 16
Mutation: Although she has had these powers since the age of six, she cannot control them very well, so although powerful, they are a hazard to everyone around her, not just her enemies. Either that, or she can't use them at all. Her first abilties are her control over heat. She can make it so hot that she can incinerate those she concentrates on. But that extreme only happens when she loses control over her emotions. Normally, it is hot enough to cause serious burns and stop people in their tracks.
Later on, she will "redevelope" the ability to generate flames, but now, she can concentrate this heat into one direction, causing the ground to catch fire beneath the path, and set fire to anything in her path. She can also direct it around her, providing protection to herself, but often harming those around her, friend or foe. She can control the intensity of fire, but cannot yet generate it. She has recently learned to direct these blasts downward, propelling herself through the air and allowing her to reach heights that she couldn't by jumping. The problem is, she cannot fly, so she cannot land either. Its a matter of accuracy and luck. She can generate a light in the dark so it is useful when at nighttime.
Now for the weaknesses...because of her inexperience, her powers are directly triggered by her emotions. If she is extremely happy, light will radiate, if she is extremely stressed, sad or angry, all hell could break loose, and she wouldn't be able to stop it unless she could calm down. And since she is very tempermental, this is a major liability. Also, she has a strong weakness to cold, more than usual. So basically, winter is hard for her to endure, while she could sit in over 140 degrees without any issues.
Physical Description: She is short, only reaching about 5"3, with freckles speckling her face. Her eyes are a chocolate brown. She dresses like many skater teens do, or atleast the girls do. She wears alot of reds, yellows, blacks and oranges, almost always at the same time. She can go from black long shorts with a silver pocket chain, stripped red and yellow socks, red converse and a tank top with a leather band around her upper arm, and with a wrist band matching her clothes...to a pair of simple flares with some Vans and baby striped polo-t and a tie tied loosly around her neck. Her hair is a mix of red, orange and a tiny bit of blonde, and runs to the middle of her back right now. She usually wears it tied back into two low braided pigtails, but also wears it down or up into a ponytail as well. She has a pair of large polaroids she wears outside or when she's flashing her powers.
When in uniform (if she ever gets one...) she would have black long shorts, with the chain in the pocket, a studded leather belt, a black zip up (hers is zipped to the point where it appears that she has a collar...) tank with a cropped tank underneath and leather bands around her upper arms and fingerless gloves. Her shoes would be either converse, or a pair of sneaker-like boots.
Personality: She is quick to anger, having one of the worst tempers on record, but she is also friendly and open to most other people. She has a poor grip on her emotions and often wears them on her sleeve. She often says too much, and is a bit of a blabbermouth...but she is also loyal to a fault and will fight to the death to defend those she cares about or believes in. She's a bit of a partyer and loves head banging to good Punk tunes while throwing up the horns and jumping around. She has a quite delicate side, enjoying ballet, broadway, drama and most of all; she seems to latch on to whoever can fill the void she gained when she lost her family years ago.
Background:
Devon Joanna McKinnely was born to a normal family, in a normal town. Every year had gone "normally" for her, she went to normal school....had normal friends....and had no idea there was anything different than what she lived everyday. Her mother was proud of her fire red locks, as she looked like a miniature twin to her. Her father loved her brown eyes, as it was as if he could see himself in them. Her brother just loved his sister, and although young as well, he could see himself growing up, watching over her forever.
It was a "normal" Christmas Eve that would change Devons life forever. That year, she had began to have intense fevers...and had to go to the hospital many times. The doctors were baffled, no person could survive such fevers. Except for one...he suggested she might not be a "person" at all, but that this was the early warning signs that she would become much worse...a mutant. Her family refused to believe such words, and made it clear that their little girl was as normal as anyone else, that she was a regular human being.
Then, strange things began to happen around the house. The house seemed to get unusually hot during the winter, while Devon would feel unusually cold. Her father regulary checked the heaters, but didn't find anything strange...then that Christmas Eve, they would realize it was never the heaters...a little too late.
That night, Devons parents were preparing to surprise their children with a special Christmas they'd never forget. After giving the children two presents to open in order to tide them over until tomorrow, they parents sent them to bed. While the kids pretended to sleep, Devon's father prepared to surprise them as Santa, while her mother made the traditional Christmas cookies.
Devon woke up and snuck downstairs, hearing a sound in the fireplace. She called out for Santa but only heard more sounds. She saw a burnt peice of wood and picked it up curiously. It was still burning, but for some reason, Devon felt no pain, only facination as she held it. Her brother, who had followed her downstairs startled her, and this is where it all gets shady...
The reports said that a problem with the heaters had caused the house to explode, but certain authorities know the full truth. There was never a heater explosion...it was Devon. Her powers were unstoppable that night, causing the death of her father, incinerating her mother, and setting the entire house a blaze. Now, Devon lived in a religous neighborhood, so imagine there faces when they saw someone walking out of the house on fire, yet they just stood, staring at their hands, confused. The police were called apparantly, and as the flames dissapeared, they opened fire. Witnesses say that bullets stopped in their tracks, and Devon passed out.
She woke up in a hospital, and found out that it had been a long time since that night, that she and her brother were separated and she would probably never see him again. She was devastated, but as a young child with an incredibly powerful and unstable power, she could do nothing to help her situation. She drifted from foster home to foster home, most parents finding out the hard way that she was a mutant, and treating her horribly. She finally went to the orphanage, and spent many years there, having nightmares about that Christmas night and waking up with a burnt bed. Yet when she concentrated, she couldn't generate the flames of that night. She was finally adopted to a loving family, the McKinnelys, and this only quicked her fervor to find her brother. She was a problem child, through no fault of her own. She incinerated a park full of people one day, after being hit with a big rock in the forehead. When angry, the heat would radiate off of her in such a way that it can burn away others clothing or cause a mild heat wave on a city block.
She began to hear reports of a rising Mutant/Human conflict, and that was when she heard of Magneto. The first time was after the Liberty Island incident. She had personally never hated humans, but someone in that group struck her. He looked like her brother, only...he was different. She began to follow up on this, and tried to gain the attention of either Magneto, or the group who opposed him, hoping that either way it would result in reuniting with her brother, or atleast, who she thought was her brother. She followed him to that camp and marched behind him to Alcatraz.
She saw who she had learned were the X-men, standing in between them and the destruction of the cure...and her chance to get noticed by her brother. She was confused...they were mutants, right? So why were they trying to stop Magneto? Isn't the end of the cure what's best for mutants? She quickly shook off her feelings and when her brother yelled for them to attack, she was part of the first wave who did. She used her heat to propell her through the air, making a leap of faith, landing on the front lines. She shot her heat, burning many. That's when she truely became frightened. This woman...who she had never seen before, began to fly into the air, and shoot lightning! Devon narrowly avoided being electrocuted to death, only to be hit by a man reeling from a very hard hit. She chose her target, a small girl, about the same size as her, but as she sent a hard punch her way, she just ran right through her, and pushed her to the ground. Enraged, Devon turned around and soon a trail of fire sped towards the girl but only seemed to incinerate someone from her own group. Where was her brother? Why wasn't he fighting with her? Didn't he see her?
She fought long and hard, and when the needles rained down upon the crowd, she tried her best to shield herself using her heat. She incinerated many, but was struck by a stray lightning bolt, the shock causing her to immediatly crash to the ground. She couldn't stand, the convulsions were so strong, she felt so weak. It was from this position that she witnessed the battle between Pyro and some frozen guy she had also never seen before. It was amazing, she was rooting for her brother...but then the Ice-guy got the upperhand, and she tried to crawl her way to her brother, on her stomach. She missed the rest of the action, but soon she felt it getting hot...too hot. Things began to float up and dissapate all around her...what was going on? She crawled as far as she could away, while still looking for her brother, before passing out again, from the extreme heat.
She woke up sometime later, the Alcatraz facility in complete ruins. Her powers had allowed her to barely survive Dark Pheonix's final onslaught, but for what? Because of the immense amount of power needed to survive Dark Pheonix's onslaught, she was left back at the beggining, she might as well been given the cure, it was just as bad. All she had was some heat, no more flames. Shew as so close... This is where the story leads off...what will Devon do now that she's lost her brother again, will she spend her time searching for him? Follow Magneto in his new crusade? Or will she join the Institute. Either way, she saw the raw power that Pheonix displayed that night, and she liked what she saw...what if she could get to that point...what if she could one day recover the flames which had ruined her life in the first place? Then her brother would notice her...
In conclusion, the sad thing about Devon is how normal her life was before hand. She had no abusive parents, no poor neighborhood. No homicidal tendencies. She was just a normal child, who's life went wrong because of something she was too young to control. And now, she's lost it all. And she was never recruited to either side. Both leaders had wrongfully assumed that her brother was the cause of the fire, that he was able to manipulate the flames from the fireplace and accidently burned their home down. And in result, Devon slipped through the cracks, becoming one of the poor mutants you read about in the papers who snap one day and kill lots of people. Mabye her life would be different if she and her brother were never separated...or mabye it would be the same...we will never know. But we can say that it isn't the mutants who you read about on the news who are the most dangerous, but the ones who you don't. The ones who are ignored, and slip through the cracks. The ones who become angry sociopaths, meglomaniacs, psycotic killers or just misguided ticking time bombs. Devon never had anyone to take her in and tell her that her powers were okay, that she could learn to control them, and now, humanity will suffer, unless someone gets to her quick. There's no telling when this time-bomb will explode and take a city block with her...
Current Affiliation: Unaffiliated now, was part of the attack on Alcatraz.
Sample:
Slipping Through the Cracks
Prologue.
Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire...
"Merry Christmas DJ, John!" A beautiful woman with ruby red hair, smiled, handing the two children their presents. The two kids looked at each other excitedly before tearing the wrapping off. Devon Joanna or DJ, a small fiery red-headed girl, only four, looked into the video camera her father was holding. Her hair was pulled back in two low pigtails. She made her best impression of a smile, before getting back to the issue at hand: opening her box. She saw her brother squeal with delight as he clumsily pulled his first present open.
"A Megazord!" He yelled, holding it up in triumph for the world to see. She clapped happily, before turning her attention back to her box. She heard weird sounds coming from it. She tried in vain to open, before her brother crawled over and began to help her. She smiled at him; she loved her older brother already, he was so cool. She wanted to be just like him: She always mimicked his actions. She gasped when she pulled out a tiny puppy. "A puppy!" He shouted excitedly, looking back at his parents, who nodded happily. They jumped up and down, and then began to play with and pet their new dog, who seemed to love the attention. Their mother smiled softly, putting her hand in her husband's.
"These two'll be inseperatable." He smiled. She nodded gently, before standing up. "Ok, kiddies, time for bed, you gotta get to bed before Santa comes with the rest of your stuff." He picked up DJ, while holding his son's hand and took them up stairs. DJ was looking forward to church tomorrow, she got to drink grape juice. That was her favorite flavor.
"Good night Tom, I'll put out the fireplace."
"Al right Bridgett, see you in a little bit." He attempted to wave, with his son hanging off of his hand, and the puppy biting playfully at his socks. He gently placed DJ in her bed, and after tucking her in, saw to her brother. The puppy circled the foot of the bed for a bit before jumping into it next to DJ, as she snuggled up against it.
Later that night, DJ woke up, giggling slightly as the puppy licked her face. She rolled out of the bed, careful not to fall. Unaware that her moving about woke her brother, she attempted to sneak (as much as a four year old can) down the stairs. She would catch Santa, and give him her cookies mommy was making. She heard some noise from the chimney, and ran as fast as she could to the foot of it. "Santa?" She asked, waiting, hoping for a answer. What she didn't know was that her father had pretended to go to bed, and then, like he and his wife planned, dressed as Santa Claus, and climbed onto the roof and in through the chimney. She crawled on her knees until she was inside the fireplace, not noticing the hot coal and wood. Not seeing any signs of him, she looked down, curiously picking up a still burning splinter of wood, and examined it closely. She didn't know that when something is burning, it normally is hot. Fixated on the glow, she was startled by a sudden noise.
"Deej?" Her brother asked. She let out a squeak, and the wood and her whole hand ignited. Her brother's eyes opened wide as he let out a scream of terror. Their mother came running at that instant. The fire sent sparks upward, causing their father to lose his balance and fall, hitting the ground with a sickening crack. Her brother screamed louder, after seeing the man fall from inside the chimney, miraculously missing DJ But to him, Santa was hurt. Their mother let out a blood curdling scream as she ran to his side.
"Tom? Tom!" She yelled, crying, trying to hold the children from such a sight. "John, keep her back!" She yelled to her young son, probably not realizing that he couldn't even comprehend what was happening in front of him.
"Dad!" DJ's brother cried, holding on to DJ, the dog was whimpering behind him. Suddenly, after realizing just who died, she screamed, and her whole body engulfed in flames, sending her brother and the dog flying backwards, into the dining room. Her mother stared in horror before she herself caught on fire, and the tree. Soon, the whole house was engulfed in flames. DJ looked around, horrified, wondering what monster could've done this. She looked down at her hands, and to her horror they were on fire. Then one of the ornaments caught her attention. It was a hanging picture of her family, in the reflection of he broken glass, she saw what should've been her Instead she saw a monster, a demon. Suddenly, her body appeared normal, no flames. Her brother, carrying the puppy, unscathed just stood there staring, not nearly as afraid as he should've been, but fasinated, impressed even. He began to reach forward, but she pulled away running outside.
"A Demon! Here!" She heard her neighbors cry. Police cars and fire trucks began to pull up around her. The lawn began to catch flame, and she saw out of the corner of her eye that her neighbor's pajama sleeve caught fire as well. Her older brother John just stared, looking at the people around her with increasing anger. She was not a demon, she was his baby sister! He froze when he saw the guns pointed at her from all directions. When they fired, she screamed, then she froze stunned, as the bullets stopped in mid flight, and floated around her.
Everyone just looked stunned. That same neighbor screamed, "She is a demon! Only a demon can stop bullets!" Suddenly, it seemed like all time stopped, except for her. Even her brother. The dog was in mid bark, a dozen bullets were floating around her, no not floating, frozen. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. "It's al right, Devon, you're safe now, go to sleep, no one will hurt you now..." As hard as she tried not to, she began to doze off. Everything went black, and she heard voices around her.
"It appears we have a conflict of interest, Charles" Charles? She tried to open her mouth to talk, but she was too tired. She managed to get one last look at her brother, still frozen, clutching the puppy. Then she slowly closed her eyes.
So what did you think? Feel free to review, but be nice...plzzzzzz? This is my first story i've ever put up on anything. It may seem slow, or make no sense now, but this part is the second most important part of this story, and it is partially to blame for the big twist later on in the story.
I'm trying to make this character as un Mary-Sueish as possible.Next up: Chapter 2. DJ wakes up after being stuck in a long coma, lives in an orphanage, and is eventually adopted. She watches the mutant/human conflict begin to unfold, and has some power mishaps on the way, and still manages to get ignored by the big players. It'll tie into the movies soon:)
((Note to admin: This is how I envisioned D.J.'s story, but feel free to offer any suggestions. In the fanfic I wrote before, she was Pyro's sister, although the last time they were together, both were too young to remember it completly. But I can alter it if it poses a problem now. ))
