Chapter 1- a dramatic entrance

Lena wasn't sure what to make of this place... France had been so different, but she never wanted to go home. She needed help, she couldn't stop herself. Her light brown hair was blown over her shoulders by the cool breeze. She shivered as she realised how cold it was here. The autumn leaves fell around the mansion, making it look so picturesque, she may just get out her easel and paint it right now. The tall white stone walls reached up into the sky. She knew they housed mutants, so many of them. They were protecting them form people who thought they were abominations, evil, inferior or just plain scary. Xavier's school was a place for all mutants, where they could rest free from fear of persecution. She needed that, she wanted a place to feel safe, not somewhere where she was treated with fear. Could she actually do it? She knew the pain may kill her as soon as she walked through those doors. She would be in excruciating pain because of the sheer amount of mutants in there. Her power enabled her to 'absorb' others powers, and keep a copy. Walking into a place with those mutants in would mean she would absorb them all at once and then the voices would start screaming at her, they would taunt her and laugh and shout and accuse. But one man in the midst of all that pain she needed to see, Charles Xavier. He could help her. He could make the voices leave. All the mutants she had met had left their mark, had left their voices. She could never tell anyone about her power. Maybe she could make an exception for the professor. But the others would need a cover power... what to choose, what to choose? Light manipulation, that'll do.

So she picked up her suitcase and walked through the gate up the long path and pressed the door bell expectantly. A huge looming man opened the door
"Wolverine, I expect?" she asked trying to sound confident
"Who's asking?"
"My name's Lena and I was wondering if it were possible to enrol here."
"Sure, come on in, I'll take you to see the professor."
So she followed him up the stairs, they looked like antiques, but she could tell they were only about 20. She wondered why she hadn't gone under yet. Then she blacked out.

Wolverines POV
The girl with the heavy French accent was following me up the stairs one moment and the next she fell all the way down, hitting every step as she went. Screams erupted from the bottom of the stairs, and cries of "Is she dead?"erupted from the students, damned kids, so overdramatic. So I ran down to check on her. I could hear her breathing so I picked her up and started walking towards chuck's office. When I could still feel the gazes of every single pupil I turned around and shouted
"Get back to yer rooms!"
Never hurts to use a little volume. This girl was as light as a feather; her power must take a lot out of her. Her face looked perfectly composed even though she was out cold, this girl was going to break a lot of hearts here... if she ever woke up.

I opened the door to chucks office; he was in there with night crawler. Kurt was really having some serious issues at the moment. I put her down on the sofa in his room. Kurt's mouth nearly hit the ground, he looked enchanted. His yellow orbs that were his eyes seemed to cloud over and he sat still and gazed at her. Charles on the other hand simply wheeled himself around to her and asked me to leave I made a face but obliged, hey i'm just a grunt, I do what I'm told. Although why night crawler got to stay I have no idea.

Nightcrawler's POV
When Logan brought that girl in, I felt my heart melt. Her thick light brown hair fell over her shoulders like cashmere. Her skin was like caramel and offset the colours in her hair perfectly, her features looked like they were made of porcelain, so perfect, and she looked like an angel. I had never seen anyone more lovely. Who was she though, why had this angel entered my life?

Charles motioned for Logan to leave the room; I could almost feel myself sigh with relief. He was staring at me whilst I looked at this girl. It felt like he was intruding on something. When he had left Charles turned to look at me and said
"Her name's Lena and she came here to enrol"
"Vhy is she like this?"
I was genuinely concerned, I wondered what the colours of her eyes were an dif I would ever see them, and if she could ever see me as I saw her. Probably not. What would an angel want with me?
"My dear Nightcrawler, I would ask for your attention please"
I blushed and turned to look at the professor who was chuckling.
"As I was saying, her name is Lena and she is French, I must say my French is a bit rusty so her thoughts aren't as clear to me"
"But I am German, and you have no problem with mine"
"that is because, her thoughts are incredibly well organised. It's like a library all sorted out. Whereas your mind, like most peoples is a bit more disorganised. More like walls and walls of paper. So you think in concepts, she thinks in words"
"I think I see"
"But anyway, maybe I can get through my point this time. She is a level five mutant, maybe even more powerful"

I was silent for a few minutes in shock. She had ton be an angel, only an angel could have so much power.
"Can you vake her up?"
"No I can't, her body is recovering"
"From Vhat?"
"I don't know"

A/N: thanks for reading this  please review, I want to know if it's worth a second chapter or not. xx