Adjusting
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
A/N: Hey Everyone! After watching "X-23" of the New X-men Evolution, I decided to write a story about that little girl called "X-23." There might be some spoilers
for that episode, but they will minor at most. Without any further ado,
here's the story.
"..." Is conversation or talking.
^^...^^ is author created flashback
`...` is original flashback from episode
**~~~~** Is telepathic conversation
#....# Is change of scene.
Prologue: Little Girl Lost
The sound of footsteps broke the silence of the night in Bayville. Dark clouds draped the evening sky. A little girl with dark chestnut hair and a black outfit ran the empty streets. Gasping for breath, she ran into an alley, and tripped over a fallen trashcan, sending her sprawling. The girl picked herself off the ground, huddled herself into a ball and wept, not caring how torn and soiled her clothes were from her fall. She looked up to the night horizon wishing that someone would come to take her home. Her stomach gave a loud rumble, making her realize that it had been a long time since she had eaten.
^^ Flashback ^^
She was huddled in a corner of a white room, being observed by scientists in lab coats, being put through yet another grueling and tiresome test. This time, it was how long she could withstand not eating. Her stomach greatly objected to this experiment, though she herself couldn't argue with those who stood behind the glass pane, watching her as they would an animal in a cage. Speakers had been installed in the room in which she occupied, letting them here her, and she be able to hear the scientists. The eleven years old shook and whimpered pathetically; despite all the training she had received to ignore her emotions. A woman with flaxen hair and cobalt eyes observed the child sympathetically, and unable to stand it anymore, threw down the clipboard she was holding.
"Please, stop this! Hasn't the girl gone through enough? She hasn't eaten in 72 hours!" The female scientist protested loudly. "X-23," as she was commonly known, (she had never been given a proper name) looked up suddenly to the woman coming to her rescue. An older balding man in a lab coat soon crushed her hope.
"If you don't like it, you can pack up your office and leave!" he snapped. The woman looked at her, then picked up her clipboard from the ground. The girl sadly looked through the window, then rested her cheek to her knee.
No one was going to help her.
^^End Flashback ^^
"X-23" looked up and then felt the droplets of rain beginning to fall. Curling her legs closer to her, she closed her eyes, and listened to the rain beating against the shingles of the adjoining buildings.
# Xavier Institute #
A burly fellow with bluish-black hair paced back and forth in the library of the Xavier Institute while a bald man in a wheelchair watched him, hands clasped and equally as anxious.
"Logan," said the bareheaded man, "Please stop pacing, you're going to worry yourself to death. Don't worry about the child, I'm sure she can look after herself. After all, she escaped the lab-"
"That's not the problem Chuck," Logan interrupted, "It's just that she has no place to go. If the girl's caught stealing or somethin' and they find out that she's a mutant, she'll probably be hunted down and sent back there."
Professor Charles Xavier sighed. "I see what you mean. She does need a home. Somewhere she can feel safe and welcomed. The girl needs a place where she can control both her power and her emotions, especially her anger. I think the older students should suit up and join you in finding her."
Logan growled but then nodded. Xavier closed his eyes and contacted the older students of the Institute.
*****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****
Ororo, Jean, Scott, Kitty, Rouge, Kurt, please suit up and report to the X-Van and help Logan find someone. *****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*******
Logan looked over to the man in the wheelchair.
"Good Luck Logan," Charles said calmly.
As he left the room, the burly man answered back
***~~~** Thanks Chuck, I'll need it. ***~~~**
To be continued.....
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
A/N: Hey Everyone! After watching "X-23" of the New X-men Evolution, I decided to write a story about that little girl called "X-23." There might be some spoilers
for that episode, but they will minor at most. Without any further ado,
here's the story.
"..." Is conversation or talking.
^^...^^ is author created flashback
`...` is original flashback from episode
**~~~~** Is telepathic conversation
#....# Is change of scene.
Prologue: Little Girl Lost
The sound of footsteps broke the silence of the night in Bayville. Dark clouds draped the evening sky. A little girl with dark chestnut hair and a black outfit ran the empty streets. Gasping for breath, she ran into an alley, and tripped over a fallen trashcan, sending her sprawling. The girl picked herself off the ground, huddled herself into a ball and wept, not caring how torn and soiled her clothes were from her fall. She looked up to the night horizon wishing that someone would come to take her home. Her stomach gave a loud rumble, making her realize that it had been a long time since she had eaten.
^^ Flashback ^^
She was huddled in a corner of a white room, being observed by scientists in lab coats, being put through yet another grueling and tiresome test. This time, it was how long she could withstand not eating. Her stomach greatly objected to this experiment, though she herself couldn't argue with those who stood behind the glass pane, watching her as they would an animal in a cage. Speakers had been installed in the room in which she occupied, letting them here her, and she be able to hear the scientists. The eleven years old shook and whimpered pathetically; despite all the training she had received to ignore her emotions. A woman with flaxen hair and cobalt eyes observed the child sympathetically, and unable to stand it anymore, threw down the clipboard she was holding.
"Please, stop this! Hasn't the girl gone through enough? She hasn't eaten in 72 hours!" The female scientist protested loudly. "X-23," as she was commonly known, (she had never been given a proper name) looked up suddenly to the woman coming to her rescue. An older balding man in a lab coat soon crushed her hope.
"If you don't like it, you can pack up your office and leave!" he snapped. The woman looked at her, then picked up her clipboard from the ground. The girl sadly looked through the window, then rested her cheek to her knee.
No one was going to help her.
^^End Flashback ^^
"X-23" looked up and then felt the droplets of rain beginning to fall. Curling her legs closer to her, she closed her eyes, and listened to the rain beating against the shingles of the adjoining buildings.
# Xavier Institute #
A burly fellow with bluish-black hair paced back and forth in the library of the Xavier Institute while a bald man in a wheelchair watched him, hands clasped and equally as anxious.
"Logan," said the bareheaded man, "Please stop pacing, you're going to worry yourself to death. Don't worry about the child, I'm sure she can look after herself. After all, she escaped the lab-"
"That's not the problem Chuck," Logan interrupted, "It's just that she has no place to go. If the girl's caught stealing or somethin' and they find out that she's a mutant, she'll probably be hunted down and sent back there."
Professor Charles Xavier sighed. "I see what you mean. She does need a home. Somewhere she can feel safe and welcomed. The girl needs a place where she can control both her power and her emotions, especially her anger. I think the older students should suit up and join you in finding her."
Logan growled but then nodded. Xavier closed his eyes and contacted the older students of the Institute.
*****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****
Ororo, Jean, Scott, Kitty, Rouge, Kurt, please suit up and report to the X-Van and help Logan find someone. *****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*******
Logan looked over to the man in the wheelchair.
"Good Luck Logan," Charles said calmly.
As he left the room, the burly man answered back
***~~~** Thanks Chuck, I'll need it. ***~~~**
To be continued.....
