And so here is the second instalment in my Imperfect Angel Saga trilogy :) As you know I only own my OC Caroline - anything else belongs to their respective owners. Constructive criticism and reviews are welcome as always and on with the show! :)


X-Men The Imperfect Angel Saga – Part Two: Second Chances

Prologue

Caroline's POV

"Mutants. Since the discovery of their existence they have been regarded with fear, suspicion - often hatred. Across the planet, debate rages - are mutants the next link in the evolutionary chain… or simply a new species of humanity fighting for their share of the world? Either way, it is a historical fact: Sharing the world has never been humanity's defining attribute."

I woke up to find the Phantom sleeping fitfully beside me, as I wondered where we were for a moment. I then remembered what occurred the night before – we arrived in New York in the year 2012 - after my powers manifested themselves again. I gingerly went up to the Phantom, before shaking him gently by the shoulder. I gave a pained gasp when his right hand shot out and grabbed me around the throat. Yet as quickly as he was strangling the life out of me, he quickly dropped me when he realised who he was strangling.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you! I just get wary when people touch me – especially after a person's touch usually resulted in pain for me." He said quickly.

"So this is New York – but everything looks so strange to me." He continued quietly.

"Well I think this is the outskirts of New York – New York itself looks very different." I replied quietly.

"Would you care to explain to me now how exactly we got here?" The Phantom asked slowly.

"I already told you – you wouldn't believe me if I told you." I replied slowly, hoping he would immediately drop the subject.

"You will tell me what happened – the last I remember I was in my lair beneath the opera house – now I am in the future and in a different country. If you don't explain yourself now, I have several ways to make you talk."

"You know your powers don't work on me – so why did you bother trying?" I seethed. "I don't know about these powers you speak of, or why they don't work on you. But there are ways I can make you talk – with or without my powers." The Phantom said threateningly. I sighed a little, before settling myself down and sitting opposite him.

"I am what society calls a mutant – I possess the ability to learn any power after witnessing it once. The night my parents were killed was when my powers first manifested, transporting me to the streets of New York. For two years I sung on the streets for money. Yet one night I was confronted by a group of boys who wanted to harm me – not because of my mutant powers, but because of another part of me I thought I was hiding from society. And that was when I ended up in your world – as my father possessed the ability to teleport to any world of his choosing – fictional or real. However, he could control his powers better than I can – and it seems apparent my powers tend to manifest themselves at times of great stress. But I don't think there is any way for me to learn how to control them – even though it is apparent you have somehow taught yourself to control your powers." I replied, before waiting on baited breath to see his response to the information I just gave him.

"So you are different in the eyes of society – and so been shunned by it for most of your life?" He breathed, to which I nodded in agreement.

"But what other part of you are you trying to hide from everyone?" He asked curiously. To which I looked away sadly, before I decided to go out into the world in search of some breakfast – unaware of the events that were about to unfold...