A/N: This is my first fic. Go easy on me.
----------------------------------------------------------------It was a dark night and the rain felt like stinging needles to Vanessa. Her dark navy cloak billowing behind her as she tried to escape the police and get to the safety of a nearby church. She was slowing down only because of her messenger bag that she brought with her.
Down she tumbled as she tripped over a loose stone. Cries and shouts of protest came to her ears. She struggled up and ran again down a cobblestone road. Her left foot landed in a pothole and she went down again. She looked back, grey eyes sparked with fear. Up she went and she limped as fast as she could.
Vanessa was soaked to the bone, the wind froze her skin. Her teeth chattered and thick bundles of her ebony black hair got in her eyes. She saw up ahead a church. hope renewed, she sped up a little trying to get there before the police did.
The shrill sound of the sirens drew closer. Vanessa ran, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her ankle. In her stress, half-healed cuts on her face bled again. A sharp sound, like thunder, rang out. Before Vanessa could react, her sleeve ripped open and blood spurted. She clutched her right arm and hissed. For an evanescence, both her eyes turned completely black.
She got to the door of the church and tried to push open the door. The heavy door sluggishly game open and a torrent of blood ran down her arm. When there was a gap large enough to fit her in, she slid through and slammed the door shut.
----------------------------------------------------------------The loud noise startled a man out of prayer at the alter. He wore a long worn trench coat with the collar turned up. He turned around and looked at the young lady leaning on the door. He carefully slid into the shadows.
----------------------------------------------------------------Vanessa dropped the heavy wooden latch against the door, effectively keeping anyone out. She turned around and saw the still smoking incense. It was sweet and smoky. A special kind for forgiveness prayers. There was a large stained glass picture showing the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. The light made exquisite colors on the ground between the pews.
A strong bitter pain reminded her of what had transpired just moments ago. She took off her cloak and her bag and sat down at one pews. From her bag, she pulled out an old worn clean shirt. Her silver nails lengthened, she cut off a strip with them and bandaged her arm.
"Mien Gott." A German-accented voice said. Vanessa looked up and saw two yellow eyes and a scarred blue face.
----------------------------------------------------------------There's my prologue. What do you think? Of course, this will be on the basic outlines of the X2 movie and Jean Grey is dead. There's a reason for that! You'll see why in my sequel. Yes! I am planning a sequel even though I just started this! Please tell me what you think. There's that little blue button down there. Click it! -Black Heart of Darkness