❝ 𖤐. ৎ ָ࣪ 𓄹 ﹙ 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑣𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ﹚˖ 𖤐 .ﾟ ❞

.ﾟ𖤐 𝐨. 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒂 𖤐 .ﾟ

EVELINA PETROVA LED A NORMALISH LIFE. Or as normal as a family of religoius people could be. She lived in a small and insignificant village on the outskirts of Moscow, Russia. Population: 203. Nothing worth the trip. Just grassy hills, cold winters and animals around. She lived with her parents and a younger sister, who was only one year younger than her.

Her family were very hyper-religious. They were almost hermits, even. They didn't always engage in the festivities that their village had to offer, they prayed almost everyday, attended church regularly, and obstained from things that were considered a sin. Even if it weren't in the bible. Evelina and her younger sister, Tatiyana, were forced to pray almost three hours a day, do farm work, eat dinner and then go to sleep at a strict time. And even then, they were loving enough to make everything better. Even though they weren't allowed the normal things girls their age had access to.

And through those harsh prayers and homeschooling, Evelina loved her family. She still did, to this day. She could never hate them for anything. They did the best they could for her and her sister. Even if they didn't allow them the same freedom girls her age had.

But there were times where Evelina longed to be like the normal girls she sees in the markets in her village. How they were dressed in pretty clothing, had makeup painted on their faces beautifully and how their hair looked so pretty in the styles they dressed it in.

Now, Evelina was considered one of the most beautiful girls in her village. She had long, platinum blonde hair, a slender body and sharp facial features. Her eyes were round like a doll and the color of the light blue sky. And even though she didn't wear makeup up until recently, her beauty was both celebrated by most and envied by some.

She is a walking babie doll. Seemingly perfect but with red painting her slender and fairy-like hands.

When Evelina turned 18, something happened to her. When she attended church with her parents, she felt a sudden sickness hit her as soon as she stepped foot into the chapel. She had begun to vomit red and black substance as pain began to shoot through her entire body.

The scene caused such a spectical, her parents believed that the devil was trying to possess their daughter. As did the rest of the people. And for the next few weeks, they began to try and perform exorcisms on her. Believing that satan was trying to corrupt her.

She was strapped down to a bed, locked into her room and was fed soup daily by either her mother or her sister, who were sometimes too scared to even enter the room. They were petrified of her. They really believed that the devil, himself, was present in their daughter. But that wasn't the case, at all.

Evelina was a higher being. And at her tender age, her true self began manifesting in her. But because her body was so young, it took a toll on her.

Before that, Evelina kept hearing voices whispering to her in her sleep for almost an hour. Almost every night, the same feminine voices would tell her the exact same thing.

'wake up, mother......wake up'

She thought they were just nightmares, which is why she never told anyone anything. But they became more relentless with time. Only to comeback to haunt her after she turned 18.

Believing that there was no way to save her, a priest of the church began filling the village people's heads with fear. Telling them that Evelina was the devil. She was a child of the devil, himself. And because they were a flock of lambs, the village people believed him.

One night, the same priest led a mob of people to the Petrova family farm with fire and crucifixes, demanding her father to give up Evelina. So that they could kill her before it was too late.

When her father refused, he was killed for harboring the devil. Her mother and Tatyanna quickly ran to her room and tried to protect her as best as they could. Only to be killed in front of a helpless Evelina, who was stuck in bed, unable to do anything but watch her family parrish.

The sight of their blood shattered something in her. The smell of their decaying body triggered something in her soul as suddenly, her bounds were burned to ashes, allowing her to move freely.

With a heavy heart and tears in her eyes, Evelina's powers exploded in her veins, causing a bloodbath in her home.

There were no survivors that night. Just piles of corpses on top of each other as blood decorated her once loving home. And as soon as she realized what she had done, Evelina cried violently. She cried for all of the lives she has stolen and for her deceased family. The pain was too unbearable for her. So she did the only thing she could do.

She burned her house down with the bodies inside and ran away from Russia. Never to be seen again. But the guilt in her heart forever remained. No matter the time, no matter the distance. She was covered in blood and she couldn't do anything about it.

Evelina traveled around Europe up until she reached London. And by then, she was already 21 years old. She found another temporary home near Oxford, got a job at a library in the college and decided to start over there.

She didn't have any friends, she mostly kept to herself, taught herself how to blend in with the other girls her age as best as she could and lived on her own. Hoping to someday atone for the massacre she caused a few years back.

Her only real friends were the librarians who worked there. Two older ladies named Jane and Esme. They were sweet and kind to her, always worried over her and cared for her as if she were their granddaughter. They often pushed her to try to make friends or even date, but Evelina resisted.

It wasn't like she didn't want to. It was just the fact that she's never actually had any experience socializing with others her age or around her age. So she found comfort in the books in the library and the quietness that it brought.

Her shift at the library just ended and before she took a trolley home, she wanted to stop by the nearby bar her co-workers reccomended so much. It wasn't that far from campus and they didn't just serve alcoholic drinks. Which she was grateful for. She wasn't much of a drinker.

The bar was filled with college students, drinking and partying. As per usual, she believes. Evelina entered in the warm establishment, taking off her jacket and walking over to the bar. She could feel the eyes on her as soon as she entered, which was mixed with cheers and drunken conversations. There were enough sober people there, as well.

Students who were studying together over a cup of tea, friends catching up and even a few couples there.

But she spotted a few people gazing at her as she sat down at the bar, both male and female. They watched in slight awe at her beauty. Whether it was the platnium blonde hair that cascaded all the way to her hips in waves or her light sky blue eyes, they were hypnotized by her.

Even if she didn't notice it, herself.

"Hello, love." a young looking bartender immediately greeted her. Just as soon as she sat down on the bar stool, after placing her coat on the back of the stool. "You seem new here. I think I would remember a pretty face like yours, anywhere."

Evelina gave him a shy grin, moving a strand of her hair away from her face. Her cheeks flush light pink at his compliment. She was never used to getting compliments from anyone. But it was nice of him to give her one.

"Thank you." She thanked. Her extremely heavy russian accent flowed through her pink lips, complimenting her sultry voice. "I was told that this was a popular place, yes?"

The bartender smiled at her goofily. Quickly becoming seduced by her attractive accent. "O-Of course, it is." He chuckled out in a breathy tone. "What can I start you off with?"

Evelina opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a new voice. "How about a mint tea for the lady? two sugars?" it said. "And I'll have a coke and beer, please."

Evelina's eyes widened as she turned to the source. Wondering how he was able to know her favorite drink so quickly.

When she turned around, she saw a handsome young man. Longish brown hair, round eyes, and a charming grin. He looked smart but it also seemed like he liked having fun. He had this childish glint in his eyes. Which indicated that he knew when to relax but was also a hardworker.

He leaned right next to her as she surveyed him closer. He was sending her a smile as his elbow rested on the bar top. The young bartender quickly went to fulfill their orders.

"Excuse me for being forward but you have the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen." He complimented, peering into her eyes.

Evelina stared at him for a few seconds before giggling quietly, feeling her cheeks flush light pink again. She was definently not used to a stranger as handsome as him complimenting her.

"Good way to start a conversation, I see." She giggle out, covering her lips with her slender and dainty hands a little.

He smiled at her, shrugging. "Well, I do study mutations and genetics, I can't help myself if I see a mutant as stunning as you."

"Mutant?" She questioned, wondering what he meant by that.

"Yes, your eyes are rare." He replied. "It's a mutation. A very groovy mutation, and honestly, not many people in the world has eyes as bright as yours."

"You survey someone before introducing yourself?" She questioned, coyly. Giving him a small and sheepish smile. "Must be very successful, yes?"

"Well, I don't know, let me know in the morning." He joked, which earned him another melodic giggle from her. "My name is Charles Xavier."

"Evelina Petrova." She replied, holding out her hand.

Charles gently shook her hand, letting his fingers linger at the palms as she pulled her hand back. She had really soft, but cold hands. And her nails were long and sharp but perfectly painted a deep burgundy. It seemed like she knew how to keep her appearance up to par.

"Evelina Petrova." He repeated, slowly. "It fits the alluring russian accent."

"You englishmen are so funny." She smirked slightly, pulling her hand back. "You often come to this bar and pick up women for fun?"

    "Not always, actually," Charles waved off as the bartender came back with their drinks.

     One cold glass of beer, one glass of coke with ice and a medium glass mug filled with sugar mixed mint tea. The steam flowed from the mug freely as Evelina placed her dainty hand on the hand.

     "But I do have a think for giving compliments where it's due and you, my dear, deserve them all the time."

    Evelina smiled softly, glancing at her tea as it continued to let off hot steam. The smells of mint mixed with the warm scent of cologne and evergreen filled her nose graciously. She tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear again, tracing her nail around the rim of the glass mug slowly.

    "You are a kind soul, Charles." She mumbled, looking back at him. "I do hope to see more of you in the future."

    Charles sighed a little, looking into her eyes, giving her a friendly grin. "I have a feeling we will meet each other many many times in the future."

     After about an hour of conversation with Charles, Evelina finished her drink and began to leave. Declaring that she had to go now because she had work in the morning, she bid Charles goodbye and told him she hopes to see him again soon.

    He told her if she came back to this bar after work, he would, for sure, be there. Giving him one last smile, she slipped on her coat and left. Leaving him very mesmerized by her beauty and grace. It was all unreal and he wasn't even sure if she was a real being.

     But while talking to her, he felt a pull. A gravitational force, of some sort. In fact, it was stronger when she entered the pub. It was like whatever she had around her, called to him. And he couldn't ignore it.

    So when he was talking to her, he discreetly looked into her mind. Listening to her speak while investigating what it was about her that seemed to glow naturally. Or unnatural. All he saw was a bright red light in her mind. It wasn't a block but...... it was not human at all.

     "Charles!" Raven, his appointed sister, waitress and a mutant in hiding, exclaimed. Causing him to come back to reality. "It's been a hour since you left me with your loud friends! And the ice in my coke is melted! What kept you?!"

     "I think......" Charles trailed off, frowning a little. Turning to Raven.

    Raven noticed the serious look in his eyes and suddenly, her annoyance disappeared. She had only seen him look this way when something very big occurred. So she knew this was serious. "What?"

    "Raven, I think I've just met another mutant."