The angered sky beat down harshly on the world below the darkest clouds imaginable. Hail and sleet covered the streets of New York. Windows were broken, cars were dented but luckily everyone was inside their homes where it was safe and warm. Even the homeless had taken shelter. Everyone had somewhere to go, except one. A few miles away from downtown New York, a woman, who looked no more than in her mid twenties, was walking through the snow covered roads wearing nothing but a grey sweat suit and a pair of sneakers. Her skin was a sickly pale that seemed to glow an eerie white and shaggy shoulder length black hair that looked as if ice was threaded through it. If you looked close enough you could see glowing blue-green almond shaped eyes through the hair that hung over her face. She was snuggling as deep as she could into the grey sweater, but it seemed to not help a bit. If someone looked at her they would think she was only out running and was caught in the storm but deeper gashes, bruises, scars and stitches decorating her body. Old...and new. She stopped when she realized she was completely out of town and standing in front of a large iron gate. The gate was pure black surrounded by grey bricks with vines creeping up every inch of the wall. The only part not covered was an iron plate with gold lettering that read:

WELCOME TO XAVIER'S SCHOOL FOR THE GIFTED

"Gifted." came the soft yet bitter voice of the young woman as she peered through the gate at the large mansion resting beyond the large yard. The mansion in question was built completely of grey and red bricks and the roof was built completely with red wood. Across the front there were at least over twenty windows and from this distance it looked as if all the windows were covered with red curtains. Resting in front of the mansion was a fountain and the funny thing was, with all the harsh weather, water was still streaming from the fountain in ice blue streams. The young woman turned around and walked slowly away from the gates. She turned around and raced towards the gate and before she could run into the bars she leapt over the towering gate and twisted her body in a few graceful turns and with the grace of a cat landed on her feet. She winced slightly but disregarded the pain as she trudged up the snow covered path towards the door. As she walked she looked around the yard and saw a small pond and a Weeping Willow draping over it as a mother would drape over her child. When she finally reached the door she released a soft sigh and before she could knock or ring the door bell, she slumped against the porch wall and slide slowly down to a sitting position. She stared heavy lidded at the door and right before the darkness claimed her she heard the door unlock and it crack open...