Summary- Sarai life has never been easy and being a freak among freaks has never helped her much. Storm's institute was her chance to be happy, to set herself free… but that's not what happened.
~my New uploaded story I hope that those who read my other stories aren't to upset, I will get to those~ well hope you like~ poem by me. Sarai is the youngest of the three children of Rogue and Gambit~
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies from shattering. It's not that we break our own hearts, we just see things a different way. But there are those that yearn for that of love, but are betrayed, that are ignored. That is how so many are broken. And how so many turned twisted, as anger fills the soul, and they can never come back, once the heart dies.
"You can tell me a sad story -was a woman's thought as she stared out the train window, as the rain fell outside the moving locomotive- you can paint it whatever color you want, but the truth is we all have our sob stories. Some worse than the last. I'm not here to cry over my life, nor do I care to, it's your decision to listen. Because I'm tired of telling this story over and over again." She thought, writing all of this down in her journal.
"I don't want your pity or sympathy; I haven't been shown any of that before. Why all of a sudden show it to me now?"
"Why are you suddenly listening now, when I needed you to listen before I fell, before I changed, why now?"
"I guess that's the question. Why now."
"All this, what I am now. You have to read this, to figure me out, because you don't know me."
"Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby." a girl now as Sarai sang quietly in her room.
"Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh oh." her voice was soft and sweet, but also lost and yearning.
"Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find Me." here in the bayou, the swamp of Louisiana was what she called her home, living with two older siblings Oliver the oldest, Becca the second oldest which marked her youngest child, the third child...
"Oh, somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to,
Oh why, oh why can't I?" her palms opened up, as streams of white light danced around her fingers, and licked down her wrists.
"Well I see trees of green and red roses too,
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world." the light that she shown, slowly thinned into little strands of thread, which shone like radiant gold before they disappeared. She was different she knew that, her parents knew that, her siblings. Even strangers walking down the street knew that.
"Well I see skies of blue
And I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day
I like the dark
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world."
And she hatedit!
"The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying, I...I love you."
Yes she was different, a freak amongst freaks. A stranger to her own parents, the left over.
"I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world."
A being that shouldn't be.
"Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me."
A mistake, a horrible mistake.
"Oh, somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can't I?"
Yes, just a mistake.
This girl, of only twelve who knew nothing of what's to come, nothing of what she will inflict on this world, of those around her, of the pain she would go through more so than she could imagine.
~Age 14~
"Very good." an older looking gambit said, smiling in pride of his son at his tilling. Of his first heist, of being a master thief, and seeing him bringing forth a teardrop red ruby diamond.
Next stepped up his oldest daughter Becca, who presented him a painting of "massacre of the innocents" his smile only grew wider, only to fall when his youngest daughter stepped up.
Pushing forward a 2003, Harley-Davidson heritage softail. It was a classic sure, but common. And nothing special, the disappointing frown on his face instantly froze Sarai to the core. "What has she done wrong?" she had thought back then. And from then on, she tried to please her father, but she realized all too soon. That what she did, what she said, what she had to offer. Would never be enough.
Age 16
Standing in a bleak cemetery, a lifeless body that was kept in a white coffin was lowered in the ground. This wasn't how their life was supposed to turn out, the death of there mother, of Sarai's mother was a hard thing to deal with. But instead of feeling sadness and grief she felt guilty, she was never close with her mother, and now she would never get to know her, to show her that she loved her. Now…now it was all over.
Age 17~
"GET OUT." Remy lebeau yelled at his children, his son and youngest daughter that is.
They decided that it was time for them to be useful for not others, but for themselves. They decided that they should enlist, in the institute that their mother and later there father went to.
But there father forbid them, saying that it was what killed their mother. But they made their choice…and they knew the consequences.
Age 18
Standing there, hidden in the shadows of the staircase. Sarai could see them all, laughing and joking. They never noticed her there like they never did, this isn't what she wanted, and this wasn't what she planned. And she didn't understand. But one thing did stand out… she didn't belong, not like her brother.
Age 19, present time
Breathing in deeply Sarai, stared up blankly at 'Storm institute for gifted children', this was her hope and her fear; this was her chance at a fresh start. A chance to start over new. If only she knew what she was getting into…? If only she could see the future and saw what this would all bring her to.
But that's just it, she didn't.
~I never knew love, and I never want to~
I marveled at the grand staircase that I first come to see, as I stepped through the Doors of Storms Institute for gifted children. It's beautiful inside, amazing really. A new home. A fresh start, and soon to be my worst nightmare.
Twirling around, the chandelier up above my head seemed to sparkle. But my twirling was quickly thrown off balance, as I came to bump into someone.
"I'm so sorry." I quickly came to apologies; I came to stare at a pretty girl. She seemed older than myself, with long red hair. And gorgeous green eyes. Much prettier than my white striped auburn, I noticed my Black shade glasses slipped to my nose. And quickly pushed them back up. But I knew she saw.
"Oh My God!" she shrieked, backing up from me. I don't have my mother's eyes, nor do I have my father's red-on-black. My eyes are completely black. No pupils. Just black.
"Sorry about that, my name is—" but I was quickly hushed, from her raised hand.
"I don't care, just keep your freaky eyes covered." and with a flip of the hair, she was gone.
"I thought since the beginning she was driven to make my life a living hell, and I realized I was right. But I should have been the better person...but of course I wasn't."
I started to feel uneasy from that point. And quickly decided to find the main office. Climbing the spiral staircase that I was privacy admiring. I kept my eyes open for a sign or a type of office looking room.
In all it was easy to find, it was the room to the right. And sitting right there at her desk, was the woman that mom told us stories about.
"Um…excuse me." I had the courage to speak up; she turned to me in surprise. She seemed to not realize I came in.
"Can I help you dear?" she asked with an easy smile, that soothed my beating heart.
"I-I think I wrote to you about my arrival?"
"Awe yes Sabrina, am I right?" she pulled out a drawer, and pulled out a file.
"No, my name is sar…Sarai Lebeau?" I held tight, to the brown beaten suitcase. That held my clothes, and the few positions I own.
"Awe, yes I'm sorry about that." she handed me a sheet, a times-table from the looks of it. And a room number was at the top.
"Now I'm sure you'll fit right in, and I hope you make lots of friend's here." she said with that warm smile. And In my mind, I hoped that I would fit into this new lifestyle.
I slowly walked from her office, and headed to the dorms. To meet my roommates and prayed that we'd all would get along, how I hoped we would. I stood right out in front of that door, I don't really know why. I guess fear, rejection, and hostility. A number of things really from stopping me but I plastered a smile on my face. And a voice inside me said: you're going to be fine. They'll like you, if you be nice to them.
I knew first impressions were everything, but when it came to me. It didn't matter, I could have gone right in there, and treated them like crap. That first impression I realized now, it wasn't worth the effort.
"Deep breath." I thought to myself. As I pushed open the door, I was met by two gossiping girls. One blond and the other a lighter strawberry blond.
There conversation was cut off as I came in, they turned to me. Judging me. Evaluating me. I thought that was the scariest thing I went through. How funny that is now.
"I-my name is Sarai…" I was too scared to finish, as it seemed my voice had died. Along with my courage.
"I'm penny, and that over there is Beth." the cherry blonde, who introduced herself as penny said, in a blunt voice.
"Nice to meet you." I said weakly, as I stared around the place. Pink. I didn't like it too much, but why rock the boat now?
"Do you know where I sleep?" It was a dumb question; a spare mattress was over in the far corner. The head leaning against the window.
Neither of them replied, just gabbed a finger towards the spare. As they kept up there gossip.
"Um-so-where do we wash up and the kind of training do we do?" I asked over my shoulder, as I placed my stuff on the bed and went to the side wardrobe.
"Hey, don't put your stuff in there. There won't be enough space for our new cloths, when we go out shopping!" Beth exclaimed, as she stared up at me through her lashes. She looked so innocent; I realized that soon on it was an evil weapon.
"Oh, then where do I put my cloths?" I hesitated to ask, as I froze in place. Staring at the girls and risked a glimpse at the closet.
"You're bag seems big enough." penny said, taking a look at the old thing.
"Ya, plenty of space." Beth backed her up. I took one last look at the closet, before shutting it back.
"There wasn't much space anyway" I thought. While I stuffed my shirt back in the bag.
"So where are those washrooms?" I asked again, they didn't answer my privacy question.
"Down the hall, to the right." penny groaned out, rolling her head onto her side as if annoyed with all my questions.
It didn't take me a second more to get out of there. I took a quick shower. And when I made it back to the room, both my roommates were gone.
"They were here a second ago." I whispered out loud, I took my time brushing my hair. Letting the white bangs, frame my face. I took the risk of taking off my glasses. The light in the room almost blinded me. And I quickly covered them again sensitive you know? Because of no cornea to filter the light.
Soon enough, I figured out why my roommates up and left. I was fifteen minutes late, for a danger room section. And when I came busting in the room, I wasn't ignored anymore. But how I wish I was.
There eyes where on me now, judging me as all the others I meet have before. I stood still, waiting for their next move. I was waiting. And for what? I forgot.
"Nice of the new student to grace us with her presence." An older man mocked, he was the oldest out of us all. Nice chestnut hair, dark brown eyes that kind of looked like velvet red in a much darker light. He was muscular, strong arms.
I checked him out, many times when I was at the institute. We were close, you could say.
"I'm sorry, being new and all I sort of…" I trailed off, and hoped he would get the picture.
"Ya, ya you got lost, why don't you show us what you got? Since you're "new" -he air quoted- we need to see where you're at." he said, making the others clear out.
"A-alright." I nodded, dread rising up in me.I knew I would make a fool out of myself, and I was right.
"Now what's your power?" he said, while circling me like a vulture.
"I-I use strings to move things and weave things together." I let slip, and looked down at my feet in shame.
My powers at the time disgraced me, or so I thought. I could always see little rays of gold threads everywhere I looked; some were a different color than others. I thought I was going mad at one point but found it pretty nice once I learned to control my power a little bit…I didn't realize my potential till later on in my life.
"Not bad, good for defense." I whipped my head up, a sense of warm entering my heart.
I realized my feelings for him straight off, but was too scared of rejection to say anything. If only I said it sooner. Maybe we would have had a relationship like we both wanted.
"Thank you." I said, I never got compliments like that in my other school. The only Lebeau that was called for recognition was Oliver.I realized my grudge against my brother's popularity, was stupid, but I realized that too late.
"Now go run the course, and let us see what you can do." he said, giving me a little push forward.
I stared it down, my eyes flickering here and there. Trying to get an idea what I was going up against.
When it started, the first thing I had thrown at me where in fact, seekers. Little tiny heat sensing bomb type things. I could easily block them and even smashed two together using my powers, and then I got towards other things like the claws. Metal octopus type hands, trying to grab at me. I out ran them, and ducked most of the time. And when one finally managed to catch me.
I popped my shoulder out of place. And slide through. It was a sharp pain, once it had to be put back in.
I was almost there, I could see it. But like I said. I didn't make it. A metal wall came to block me in front, two more on both sides. And before I knew it, I was boxed in. trapped. And humiliated.
"Not bad." the professor said, as the box around me opened up. The other students came back saw. That warm feeling increased.
"But I think you might need, some private tutoring after class for a while." and then it was gone.
"Yes sir." I mumbled, as I heard snickering from in front. I saw through my white bangs, it was the red head. Along with my roommates. Penny and Beth.
It was then that I saw him shoot a glare at the snickering trio and of course that feeling was back. They stopped laughing. But they always rebounded back. That is until I set them straight, I regret my methods…well only a little.
"I think that's enough of danger room training today." I heard him say, everyone filled out. But for a second I was held back.
"Hey kid, what's your name. Can't call you new kid forever can I?" the man joked, and when he opened his mouth. A row of fangs, kind of like canine teeth. Where shown.
"N-names Sarai." I whispered out. Later on I found out he was the youngest son, of the wolverine. He had the same kind of power, but with super-human hearing. The fangs and the sudden urge for eating meat.
"Pretty name, call me Professor Dylan. Also known as the Wolf." he said, as he came to rub my head, messing up my straight and also still wet hair.
"t-thank you" I called out to him.
"Also I think your code name should be Strings." he shouted, walking out the doors.
I was left there alone, and for some reason I kept smiling." He always made me smile.
"Until she showed up."
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