Chapter 1
She was the embodiment of a rebel; short purple hair was cut crudely to fall across her face; black lipstick to match the heavy eyeliner that surrounded her emerald green eyes.
She said very little and the rumors about her were endless. She had been at the Institute little over two weeks and already the girl had collected quite a few cruel nicknames and had been the subject to numerous pranks. And either the teachers were completely blind and did not notice this or they didn't care too much about it.
Gunther Wagner watched the new student walk through the crowded cafeteria; she seemed to be oblivious to the world. This was the first time he had seen her for himself. The stories about the gothic punk had already spread and probably permanently destroyed the young lady's reputation before any time was given to create one.
He understood her position completely though:
Body covered in an odd blue fur from birth (something which he has his father to thank for, since he has the dreadful appearance also), a long tail and only three fingers, Gun had been given problems about his appearance in the past many times. His younger sister was lucky: she had inherited most of their mother's human looks.
His attention was quickly broken by a voice. Not any voice but David's, his best friend. David was the son of Scott and Jean Summers, the leaders of the Xmen and, two of the school's teachers. He was a tall scrawny kind of boy with brown hair and eyes that forever remained behind dark sunglasses for he had developed a rare disease as a child that made his eyes utterly sensitive to the light. He held an amusing image that gave him the appearance very similar to his father's. David was also a fairly decent telepath and had began to develop some telekinetic abilities. However, he was not a leader like his father and everyone knew that no words needed to be wasted: David would never be able to lead the Xmen. It was an issue that David didn't seem to bothered with, however didn't dwell on it either.
"The new girl's name is Lorrelligh," David said. He obviously had noticed Gunther's gaze. "She's kind of creepy, don't you think?."
Gunther stared at his friend with curious blue eyes, "Yeah, I suppose. She is awful quiet. What do ya know about her?" The trace of Gunther's germen accent fell over his words.
"Well, I did over hear the parental units talking about her," whispered David in a tense tone, "she is some sort of empath. Yah know, like she reads emotions and stuff."
Gunther nodded and took a sip from his soda, "but why does everyone avoid her?"
David shrugged, "Dunno. I heard she can force emotions on people. Like make you fall in love with her or become really lonely all of a sudden. Sheesh, can you imagine what she can do to a man's heart?"
Gun remained silent as he thought about her. So she was an empath. An as it was, a very anti-social one. But as it was, Gun guessed if he had the burden of sensing everyone's emotions he would tend to stay away from others.
Finally he spoke up, "So that is why everyone stays away from her? Everyone is a afraid of what she could do?"
David munched on his candy bar and nodded, "Looks like it. I personally don't trust her, I mean come on, not even our resident gothics of the school wanna be around her."
Gun didn't entirely agree with his best friend but neither it seem to be something to argue about. The girl was someone to stay away from. Nothing much else to it.
Both of them soon forgot about the outsider named Lorrelligh as they carried on with their day. Oblivious to how their simple act of unkindness added to the fair amount of hostility surfacing around the new student. This is the way life goes, they all thought. Or does it?
She was the embodiment of a rebel; short purple hair was cut crudely to fall across her face; black lipstick to match the heavy eyeliner that surrounded her emerald green eyes.
She said very little and the rumors about her were endless. She had been at the Institute little over two weeks and already the girl had collected quite a few cruel nicknames and had been the subject to numerous pranks. And either the teachers were completely blind and did not notice this or they didn't care too much about it.
Gunther Wagner watched the new student walk through the crowded cafeteria; she seemed to be oblivious to the world. This was the first time he had seen her for himself. The stories about the gothic punk had already spread and probably permanently destroyed the young lady's reputation before any time was given to create one.
He understood her position completely though:
Body covered in an odd blue fur from birth (something which he has his father to thank for, since he has the dreadful appearance also), a long tail and only three fingers, Gun had been given problems about his appearance in the past many times. His younger sister was lucky: she had inherited most of their mother's human looks.
His attention was quickly broken by a voice. Not any voice but David's, his best friend. David was the son of Scott and Jean Summers, the leaders of the Xmen and, two of the school's teachers. He was a tall scrawny kind of boy with brown hair and eyes that forever remained behind dark sunglasses for he had developed a rare disease as a child that made his eyes utterly sensitive to the light. He held an amusing image that gave him the appearance very similar to his father's. David was also a fairly decent telepath and had began to develop some telekinetic abilities. However, he was not a leader like his father and everyone knew that no words needed to be wasted: David would never be able to lead the Xmen. It was an issue that David didn't seem to bothered with, however didn't dwell on it either.
"The new girl's name is Lorrelligh," David said. He obviously had noticed Gunther's gaze. "She's kind of creepy, don't you think?."
Gunther stared at his friend with curious blue eyes, "Yeah, I suppose. She is awful quiet. What do ya know about her?" The trace of Gunther's germen accent fell over his words.
"Well, I did over hear the parental units talking about her," whispered David in a tense tone, "she is some sort of empath. Yah know, like she reads emotions and stuff."
Gunther nodded and took a sip from his soda, "but why does everyone avoid her?"
David shrugged, "Dunno. I heard she can force emotions on people. Like make you fall in love with her or become really lonely all of a sudden. Sheesh, can you imagine what she can do to a man's heart?"
Gun remained silent as he thought about her. So she was an empath. An as it was, a very anti-social one. But as it was, Gun guessed if he had the burden of sensing everyone's emotions he would tend to stay away from others.
Finally he spoke up, "So that is why everyone stays away from her? Everyone is a afraid of what she could do?"
David munched on his candy bar and nodded, "Looks like it. I personally don't trust her, I mean come on, not even our resident gothics of the school wanna be around her."
Gun didn't entirely agree with his best friend but neither it seem to be something to argue about. The girl was someone to stay away from. Nothing much else to it.
Both of them soon forgot about the outsider named Lorrelligh as they carried on with their day. Oblivious to how their simple act of unkindness added to the fair amount of hostility surfacing around the new student. This is the way life goes, they all thought. Or does it?
