𝕒𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕤 - alex summers

𝟎. 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬

1962, CIA Headquarters

The light patter of rain felt like a tempest today. As Eloise bustled across the CIA courtyard, she muttered curses under her breath. She had forgotten her woolen coat, today, and was paying the price dearly. No amount of clutching her arms would shelter her from the cold.

Today had been particularly difficult, a number of new cases had been reported, and Eloise was already up to her ears in closed cases that needed to have information redacted before filing away. Not to mention that the recent flooding of the lower floor of her archives meant she was desperately trying to recover lost case files. She knew it was late and she needed to go home before collapsing from exhaustion, but she still had to stay for another two hours to gather some semblance of control over the chaos around her.

But would her boss respond to her about being understaffed? No, absolutely not.

As she approached the edge of the courtyard, she considered taking the shortcut through hallway 5D. Technically, it was currently closed to main staff due to nature of a recent case, but it would cut almost ten minutes from her walk, and then she would be able to go home earlier. The area wasn't under cover, but the rain seemed to be easing, and she decided to take the risk of being caught. Besides, the case was probably one she had been looking at earlier.

As she rounded the corner, her heart froze as she spotted broken glass along the walkway. The entire area was an absolute mess, one of the windows was shattered, and the old statue had been sliced clean in half?

Stepping further into the area, Eloise noticed the group of about six young people sitting in the room with the shattered window, and among them was...

"Hank?"

~~~

1954

"Mrs. Foley, your ward has always been a particularly... gifted student. But that does not negate our concerns for her wellbeing."

"Concerns?" Eloise's great aunt was an austere woman who had taken her in three years ago under the pretence of raising a successor to the family fortune that her father had failed to live up to.

The reality was that her family had been drowning in debt for years, and, not needing yet another mouth to feed, she was sent away from her rundown council estate in Essex to a beautiful manor in surrey for all of three seconds, before landing herself in an all girls boarding school.

"Her antisocial tendencies. According to near all of her teachers, Eloise was a bright and incredibly empathetic student up until the last semester, but she now lacks any motivation to make friends."

Eloise sat quietly in the corner as her mother and headmaster discussed her possible mental ailments. It bothered her to no end that they didn't merely ask her what she though on the matter, but at the present moment, she was far to preoccupied trying to keep her newfound mutant powers under control to do anything.

Eloise had recently started to have nightmares. Violent battles would race through her mind as she slept, and she would be forced to watch as thousands of men fell to their bloody doom, the torment ending only when she awoke in a cold sweat.

Now however, these nightmares had started to creep into her waking moments, and Eloise was beginning to realise that these nightmares were in fact real. Slowly but surely, more and more parts of time were unravelling in her mind, until, at that very opportune moment, sitting in the headmaster's office, every single moment that ever had or will occur flooded through her. Eloise felt as if her skull was about to crack in half, and she clutched at her school uniform until her knuckles turned white.

As the torrent of visions continued, she saw moments of joy and heartache, triumphs, and tragedies. It was an overwhelming kaleidoscope of existence, and Eloise felt like an insignificant spectator in the grand tapestry of time. It was a surprise she hadn't already begun to go mad, not that she was sure she hadn't.

Still, she remained quiet.

~~~

1962, CIA Headquarters

"Uhh... Hey, Ellie, we were just"

"Trashing the CIA Headquarters?" Hank looked away bashfully, and Eloise couldn't help but giggle. Well, it was less of a giggle and more of a small snort, but you get the picture. She stepped over the window frame into the room.

"Don't worry, I won't tell if you won't tell on me for using an off bounds hallway. Would you like to introduce me to your friends here?"

"Oh, right. This is Sean..." he nodded to a red haired man with a smattering of freckles gracing his cheeks who grinned at her, he was bound to be a handful. "...Darwin" Eloise smiled, and Darwin stepped forward to shake her hand. "...Angel" Angel smiled at her, and Eloise was reminded of a forest nymph, or maybe fairy. "...Alex" Alex crossed his leather adorned arms and nodded at her, what a poser, she thought. "...and this is Raven." Raven rushed forward to hug her, and Eloise, being given no time to brace for impact, stumbled slightly, but laughed all the same.

After being let go, Eloise turned back to the misfit group, "So, are you guys all mutants like Hank? I'm assuming that's what this is about, because everyone was talking about it in the cafeteria." She grinned.

Everybody paled, and Darwin choked on his drink. 

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A/N: Hey! And so marks the beginning of this story.
I really shouldn't be starting a new story during an assessment week, but the little voice in my head overruled, so here we are. I think I'll aim for fortnightly updates, but i am in my last year of high school and things may get busy, so no guarantees :)