The alarm rang, startling everyone out of their slumber.
INTRUDER INTRUDER
All the x-men rushed from there beds, and suited up, expecting a enemy.
Imagine their surprise, when, as they reached the front door, all they saw was a extremely frightened teenage girl. She looked about 18, and was rather pretty, with large brown eyes, a slim figure, and long, blonde hair, except for the fact all was hidden in baggy jeans, ghetto t-shirts, and a crowned hat. She gave a gasp of fright, seeing all the x-men in front of her, suited up and ready to go.
"I won't do anything! I just want to talk to whoever is in charge!" She offered, seeing that they were on the defensive. "She is safe." Professor X said, entering the room. "I apologize for calling you all here. By the time I recognized this young lady as a non hostile, I had already rang the alarm."
None of the X-men moved. They were all still suspicious of this seemingly normal girl, who had showed up at there doorstep in the middle of the night. "Why is she here?" Growled Scott Summers, better known as the Cyclops. "I do not know." Replied the professor, turning his chair back towards the girl. "Why don't you enlighten us, my dear." She turned to the menacing assembly. Storm, Hank, Nightcrawler, Bobby, Angel, and Kitty had seemingly relaxed. But Wolverine, Jean, and Scott still remained suspicious of this innocent looking girl. "It's a long story..." She hedged, clearly hoping some of the assembled would leave. No one moved. "We have the time." Wolverine replied, sullenly.
The young woman took a deep breath, and sat down hard in one of the mansions luxurious red velvet chairs. She seemed unsure where to start.
"Your name?" Storm provided, gently.
"Naomi Forman."
"And why did you come to this school, Naomi?"
She looked up, with haunted eyes.
"It began on my birthday, last week."
The rest of the X-men settled in, and prepared themselves for her story.
" I had just turned 18, and was visiting my grandparents. I was so excited to be going of to college, for a new school, a new life, away from my over protective parents. At least that what I thought. Then I got the news.
She shuttered, tears rushing to her eyes.
" I'm sorry, I cant-" she broke of and stared at the ground, tears streaming down her face. " It is alright, child." Professor said gently. " Bobby,will you please escort Miss Forman to her rooms?" "Sure" Bobby replied, gently taking her hand. He pulled her out of the rooms, murmuring reassuring words to the sobbing older girl.
The professor watched them climb up the stairs, a troubled look on his face, before finishing what she had started.
"Her friend, a girl by the name of Micah Huang, was killed."
A hush went through the crowd of mutants.
"They had been best friends since birth, and the news shook Miss Forman badly. To cope, she ran outside, where she released her anger by punching a her grandparents concrete bomb shelter." The fire reflected in the professors eyes as he continued.
" The concrete shelter crumbled to dust."
The eyes of every mutant in the room grew wider.
" She was astounded. This was the first sign of any super ability, and naturally, she experienced with her splintered. Rocks shattered. Her strength, as it might seem, is rivaled only by the Hulks. Incredible, unlimited, and extremely dangerous."
"She is strong. So what!" Growled Jean.
" I am not finished, Miss Grey." He wheeled around to face the crowd and continued.
" At once called her boyfriend of six years, a boy named Matthew Murray. When she showed him her strength, he told her, and I quote, 'Go to hell, Mutie scum'. Her parents gave similar reactions. And she took there advice. Desperate after being cast into hate by not only her boyfriend, but her parents as well, Miss Forman retired to her room and took a gun to her head."
"Oh" gasped Kitty. She glanced at Wolverine, who's expression had softened to a look of familiar sympathy.
" That is when she discovered another aspect of her ability. Nothing could scratch her skin, not knives, not razors, not even a bullet wound. Her younger sister, Riley, the only member of her family that still loved her, walked into her sister trying unsuccessfully to shove a knife through her skull. It was then Miss Forman woke up."
He shook his head, remembering the images Dalton had shared, and continued.
"She spied on her parents, only to learn they planned to send her and her younger sister to a prison camp, believing the younger girl was a mutant as well. That very night, Naomi stole virtually all of her parents money, and sent most of it with her younger sister to a sympathetic Aunt in Florida, who would hide the girl. The rest was used to arrive here, where I expect her to be treated like family."
His piercing gaze swept the room, landing on Scott, who seemed unswayed. " I don't like it." Growled Scott. " What if it is another one of Magneto's tricks?" Nobody paid any attention. They were already gone, to there beds, to sleepy to deal with the Cyclops's bitterness right that moment, and eagerly awaiting another look at this mysterious stranger with the tragic story.