Ok, I know this is bad but I wrote this a long time ago and just stumbled across it. Thought what the heck might as well post it what harm could it do? So, here it is.

Also, Nighttress is Mystic from my A Week in the Life of a Superhero book (that can be found on my wattpad account, link in profile). She started out as an original character for the Marvel Universe until I decided that I wanted to write an original superhero story. She went through some power and personality changes to make her less powerful and nicer, and to have real personality flaws.

Oh, and this is a sort of mix between the X-Men films and X-Men Evolution tv show.

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Nighttress walks into the kitchen in time to catch the milk which Bobby, aka Iceman, tosses behind him thinking someone will catch it. Nighttress, aka Lily, aka the gym teacher, tells him off for such foolishness, then sits down for breakfast. Within minutes everyone is at the table except for Kitty. She phases in with the mail after Storm asks where she is. After everyone has eaten, Professor Xavier asks Kitty to bring him the mail. As he hands the mail out to the students they leave for school. Halfway through the stack, he comes across a letter for Nighttress, he hands it to her. When she looks at who sent it she raises an eyebrow in annoyance, she opens the letter. After reading it, she throws it down on the table attracting everyone's attention; her joyful features turn into silent annoyance and weariness. She then snatches up the letter, and storms out of the room, everyone sits in stunned silence.

Then there comes a slam and Wolverine says in a sarcastic voice, "that would be her (bedroom) door." In her room, she writes a letter her hands shaking in fierce anger, by the light from the hall coming through the door, which is hanging half off its hinges (again). In the kitchen, after everyone is over the shock, two more doors are slammed as the last echoes died, away there comes a crash, both Xavier and Storm wince. Wolverine in mellow tones says, "That would be a window," with the slightest smile on his face.

Nighttress enters the house, back from the mailbox, and then walks into the kitchen. "Sorry about the window and door Professor, I will pay for them."

"It is all right Nighttress, but do try to..." the Professor is cut off by an alarm. They run to the computer, below the school, and look at the cameras; men dressed in black surround the school. "Go! Get the students and lead them out."

Nighttress was already on it. She grabs the portable intercom, which runs all around the school, on her way up to the main floor. Through the loudspeakers, everyone could hear her saying. "Red alert, everyone to the escape tunnel!" She is already there waiting for them.

"What is going on Nighttress?" asks Kitty.

"No time to explain Kitty, is everyone here?" A few of the students nod their heads in the affirmative. "Ok, you know the drill," Nighttress says as she steps aside to let the students into the tunnel. Nighttress tries counting them as they go through. As the last students enter she can hear the front door being broken down. Entering the tunnel she pulls the door closed. As the door shuts she hears fighting in the foyer. Silence surrounds her, the door had fully closed. Turning she bolts down the tunnel to catch up with the children.

It has been three hours since they stared down the tunnel; they all are scared and weary. Jubilee and Kitty are leading everyone while Nighttress brings up the rear. Jubilee comes running down the tunnel, looking like she's about to collapse, she is calling out, "we are here."

"Sit down Jubilee we don't want you to faint," Nighttress takes her by the upper arm and sits her down. Nighttress jogs up to the front of the line where a large metal door blocks the way. Pulling out a small key from her pocket she inserts it into the lock, turning it with a click. Nighttress pushes the door open; stepping aside she lets the children go in first.

The room behind the door is round and it smells of pine wood, which covers the walls and ceiling. The floor is covered in a soft wooly carpet the same dark brown as the doors that line the wall. "The first four doors to the right are the girls' rooms, the last is mine. The five to the left are the boy's rooms," Nighttress says as she shuts and locks the metal door. "The other three are the bathrooms and

kitchen, the bathrooms are marked appropriately. I expect you to use the right one." Two days passed in nothing but worry, anxiety, and boredom.