Disclaimer:

Disclaimer:

Amuckgirl1:Do we own anything

Amuckgirl2: No we're poor

Amuckgirl1: Property of Marvel, but if you want to sue you can have my '91 Pontiac

Amuckgirl2: I have some college loans that I would happily give them

Amuck girl1: we also know that Jono is really psi talking, but we are too lazy to do anything special, we're college students.

Amuckgirl 2: We have papers to write and boyfriends to ignore

Things you should know for this story:

  1. Thoughts are in italics
  2. Other languages will be used, see foot notes for translation
  3. All feed back is welcome, come on now don't be shy
  4. This story takes place when there are normal students attending
  5. Ev is alive (alive I tell you, alive)

Trust No Glass

Chapter 1 What Country, Friend, is this?

Jono and Angelo strolled around the main gate of the Massachusetts Academy the week before Halloween. It was starting to get cold, but Angelo desperately needed a cigarette.

"You know I used to smoke those" Jono said.

"Yes, but you blew off your face, and now your paying for it" Angelo replied smugly. Before Jono could reply with his trademark sarcastic comments a black stretch limo pulled through the gates. Angelo turned to Jono and raised his eyebrows.

"Money or students?"

"Maybe both?"

Up at the main house, Emma Frost, head mistress and all around cranky school marm, was pacing at the door, waiting for the ever-tardy Sean Cassidy.

"Let's try not to ruin this bunch. Where is that man, can he ever arrive when he is supposed to"

The limo pulled to a stop right in front of Emma, as Sean raced in from the Danger Grotto.

"What took you?" she asked with a cold chill.

"Leech fell out of the tree house again." Sean replied. Just then, their conversation stopped as the driver opened the door to the limo. Out stepped a tall, dark man, with promenade Egyptian features, followed by a petite women suaved in mauve silk. Another man with brown hair and green eyes, dressed in a black suit followed the couple. The second man who Emma and Sean both knew to be Michael Breniann, walked up to them.

"Ms. Frost, Mr. Cassidy, a pleasure to meet you" Mr. Breniann said, as he shook their hands, in a definite military fashion. "Let me introduce my oldest colleague and dearest friend, Ambassador Falak Horus and his wife Julia." The ambassador walked up to Emma kissing her hand, while giving Sean a firm grip. His wife simply smiled and nodded, but remained quite.

"This school looks very impressive, I do hope it works for our girls" The ambassador said.

"I'm sure we will meet all of their needs" Emma replied confidently.

"And we do we get the pleasure of meeting your lovely daughters" Sean asked.

"Mr. Cassidy, I'm not sure how much of a pleasure it will be, this decision was not exactly mutual." Mr. Breenain replied. He turned to the limo. "Micah" he snapped as if he was talking to an impudent recruit. Then Mrs. Horus walked up to the car and partially leaned in.

"Mika darling, please do come out." As all this was happening, Jono and Angelo had discreetly crept into the area and were now in earshot of everything that was going on. They saw as a pair of black boots came out of the limo that was followed by the body of a black haird girl. The girl was followed by a full-length leather trench coat, as a second dark haird girl exited the car. The girls took in their surroundings with disdain. The scanned the surrounding area then focused on Emma and Sean, their gaze then shifting to Angelo and Jono who were off to the side. The simply looked at each other as they each placed sunglasses over their eyes. The shorter of the two fished in her pocket and extracted a cigarette, while the other girl offered her a light. After she took a drag of the cigarette, the girls finally acknowledged the adults standing in front of them.

Jono and Angelo stood with mouths wide open as they stared as the new students. The taller one stood several inches taller than her companion, with a slender athletic figure and dark Irish looks. The calf length hooded black coat and underlying red skirt covered her pale skin. Her black hair fell in slight waves just below the shoulder, and the few seconds before the sunglasses had been placed on her eyes, Jono had seen intense green eyes. She wore a small silver cross at the base of her neck. She stood with the rigid stance of a soldier, taking in all that was around her. No emotion was present on her face; she simply stared at her father.

Her companion stood much shorter than she at about five foot wearing heels did. She had a caramel complexion and black hair that was wound up on her head in a complex braid with golden barrettes keeping the whips from her round face. Barely noticeable on her ears, were two flesh colored devices that obviously hearing implements. She had a willowy figure of a ballet dancer but with more curves than one would think for a small girl. She was dressed in a long black silk skirt that was just panels of fabric falling in streamers down to her ankles and her feet were encased in black heels with an ankle strap. Angelo and been staring at her since she had steeped out of the limo and had noticed that her eyes where a golden color and when she blew out the smoke from her cigarette he noted that her tongue had a silver barbell going through it. As she flipped it away, he noticed an elaborate dragon ring, curled her finger. Her face radiated pure annoyance at the situation she was currently in.

"Ciò è la giustificazione più triste per una prigione che mai ho visto" (1) the taller girl said with disdain.

"Non durerà, guardare che cosa hanno per la prigione custodiscono"(2) her friend said with the same tone, while glaring at Sean and Emma.

"Girls, please watch your tongues." Mrs. Horus said exasperated. "Please forgive them, the decision to bring them here was difficult." Sean smiled indulgently, while Emma simply nodded. "Ms. Frost, Mr. Cassidy, may I present my daughter Mika Ra Horus." She said while gesturing towards the smaller of the two girls.

"And this is my daughter Micah" Mr. Brenainn said with a deep tone.

"Well girls, welcome to the Xavier's School for gifted Youngsters" Emma said, with a polite smile. "I'm sure once you have adjusted, you will fit in quite nicely here." Sea added in hopefully.

"Na koy pes? Delovay muzhik bezmyla vzhopu lest' et tselovat'v zhopu" (3) Micah growled in angry Russian. While the adults looked on her blankly, Mika began to laugh slightly.

"Micah Ardere Brenainn, you shall behave at this place and respect your teachers. I do not want a repeat of your last incidents," her father shouted sharply. At this Angelo and Jono quickly became interested in their new classmates, while Emma and Sean shot each other troubled glances. Mr. Horus whispered something to Mika in Egyptian, which seemed to have no effect on the girl's mood.

Emma clasped her hands in a distracting effort, "Let go inside shall we?"

    1. This is the saddest excuse for a prison that I have ever seen (Italian)
    2. It won't last long, Look at what they have for prison guards (Italian)
    3. What ever for. This man is very serious in brown nosing and kissing people's ass (Russian)