You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day
In a vision, or in none
Is it therefore the less gone?
--Edgar Allan Poe
Hello, this is my first X-men fic. and I hope I get lots and lots of reviews! I used to write in GW/SM crossovers because I read a couple of fics. and came up with ideas, so I wrote in that section. But I went to go see 'X2'...It was the most totally awesome movie ever! Now I have to write in this section or my conscience would beat me up. Oh! And, as you see, I put quotes at the tops of my chapters! And, by the way, I don't know if Kurt is German or not or how old he is. If you know please tell me. This book WILL have language, nudity, violence, and SOME adult themes. If you disagree with any of these things, please refrain from reading this story. If you disagree please DO NOT read. I am not making you read this, it is your choice. But, I hope ya'll like it! On with the story! [X2 Spoilers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
*I do not believe in disclaimers. This is a site for fans, and creators don't go to sites to make another story. They publish them and make money. In writing this, all I am doing is providing entertainment, I don't get a penny.
Chapter 1: Introduced
A person walked down the abandoned alley. Darkness engulfed the air and steam rose from the protection of their manholes and into the cold and damp air. The person was tall, wrapped tightly in a coat, and wore a hat. No skin was available to appeal the eye. The figure fashioned the shape of a man and the slenderness of an acrobat.
He stopped and surveyed they street which the alleyway had suddenly merged to. He looked up at the streetlamp and kept his face covered with his collar. He then stepped from the light and gazed for a street sign.
'Kingston. This is it. The street where the professor said they would be.' Thought the figure to himself with a heavy German accent. He then walked to the right, the directions in which he was instructed.
He counted houses now. He began to trot, and then he broke into a run and watched the trees. If anyone were watching him, they would have seen a man running and vanish into blue smoke under a broken streetlamp. But not a soul from the graves stirred.
He landed in the trees which he had been watching and then he leaped on the two-story house's roof. The roof came down from one sharp point and then thrust out where two windows were. Either window led into a different room. He chose the window to his right, yet again.
He gazed into the window. It was open but it had a screen bolted to it and bars crossed the front, which were nailed in the evergreen colored shudders. The house was white, and the color of the bars blended perfectly in the night. The other window possessed neither of these qualities. This was either a very bad case of judgment on the professor's behalf, or he was saving this mutant.
He concentrated again and focused on the visible part of the room. He found himself standing in the middle of the room watching the blue smoke disintegrate outside the window. The room he stood in was purple. Even though he could hardly see, it was purple down to the carpet. The bed stood in the left of the room under the slope of the roof, which was painted a darker purple. The bed was purple, the carpet, the enormous bear which stood in the corner--it was probably won in a fair as a grand prize--but the furniture was made of polished wood.
The figure jumped as a loud bark erupted from the floor. He looked at the bed and another cloud of blue smoke set him against the wall on the other side of the outline of a person under wrinkled covers. The bark sounded again as the lights flickered on. The blue smoke set him on the roof again.
He peered around the roof and looked into the window. A tall man aged to gray hair stood in front of the bed.
"What have I told you? Keep the noise down and stop that dog from barking! If you don't it'll be in the cemetery with the other one!" Screamed the giant man, his voice was deep and hateful. The man looked at the figure in the bed, which was hidden from the man in the coat's vision from outside the window. The gray-haired man then stomped up to the side of the bed that was closest to the window. The man outside the window pulled himself away and listened. A big smack erupted from the room with a whimper as the dog barked once more.
"Shut it up! The neighborhood is trying to sleep!" Bellowed the voice before the slamming of a door. The figure outside of the window was stunned, the man had looked disgusted and the figure in the bed had done nothing.
The light stayed on, as the blue smoke appeared in the room. The dog let out a sound of muffled barking.
"I'm so sorry!" Said the figure in the smoke. "I was only here to deliver a message and I did not mean for this to happen!" His voice carried a heavy accent and he looked around to find the mutant he was apologizing to. His head swung around to look at the bed, knowing they would be there.
The dog looked sourly at him through the owner's fingers, which were clamped around its snout. He yanked his hat off revealing that his skin was blue and he had many swirling marks upon his face. "I did not mean for this to happen, I am here for-" He stopped mid-sentence in awe. A girl stood up and released the dog's mouth; she was only an inch shorter than him with a muscular body and hardly anything on, in fact, only a bra and boxer shorts. And her long, golden hair reached the floor. Her cheeks reddened and she ran her fingers soothingly over her pet's soft fur under this newcomer's timid gaze.
She looked at him; a nice and muscular person was he, in a coat which hid him though. He was a sexy color of blue and his face held tattoos. She watched her pet walk from her fingertips to sniff his hem up to his knee, it took half a minute for it to scent him. The tall black dog then skirted back to its master, pleased with the aroma of innocence it found on him.
"I am so sorry-" He began, but she interrupted.
"Shh!" She pointed to the red handprint on her face. He studied the freshness, it was the origin of the loud smack. He knew no words to speak at this moment. He looked at the room in a new view with the lights on. It was plain. The polished wooden dresser had nothing on it. The bed consisted of one quilt, one mattress, and two pillows. The chest of drawers held nothing on it either. The room was bare. No pictures or glass figurines, or flowers, or lamps, or a chair, or a fan, or a television... nothing that the usual living quarters consisted of. And one very unusual thing that every woman or girl's room should have... there was not a mirror anywhere. His hand clamped down tighter on his hat and he looked for one thing.
"Have you nothing in this place?" He asked in concern.
"I have two pair 'a shorts," she began, "two pair 'a jeans, three shirts, ma' five unmentionables," he raised an eyebrow at this, "a' smuggled CD an' CD player, and 'a dog." She looked at him. He placed his hands in his pockets and sighed.
He held his chin high and tongue tight, "Professor Xavier has sent me. That is why I am here. If you chose to come with me, you will be given proper necessities and housing. I must consult with your guardian before I take you, unless you are of the age 18." He whispered in a modest tone, he hoped she was old enough so he would not have to meet with that man. Such a beautiful person, he could not help but feel a great bit of guilt for her. But the guilt turned to nervousness when he looked into her glowing blue eyes, they were like ice, they got colder every second longer that he looked into them, yet her face grew more passionate. Her eyes were solid blue, the pupil was a lighter shade of blue. Kind of like a blind man's eyes, yet she could see. He could feel his hair prick like needles.
"I'm nineteen, and you ain't gonna' 'consult' with that man 'cause he'll never let me go. And you need to work on recitin' those lines casually instead 'a all robotically. I can tell ye'r recitin' them from a book." She stated with a smile, she was wearing the king of fake smiles. Yet her face still held passionately.
"It is out sort of a book, yes. But you are not clothed suitably for leave of this place. I can turn or wait outside if you like while you change..." She looked down to examine herself and he looked at her chest then quickly steered his eyes away and held from temptation. "You must gather your things, quickly. The professor is waiting."
"Got 'em." She pointed to her pockets. He looked at her strangely and she began over in a slower voice trying to pronounce the words right. "I have got my things already."
"I'm sorry; I'm not used to your accent." He apologized. He gazed at her arms which held chill bumps, and through the fabric of her bra, he could see she was cold.
"Ya' apologize too much, and I'm not used ta yer's either. She put on a real smile and walked to him with her hair dragging on the floor. "Heel, Shadow." She said keeping eye contact with him. The dog walked to her. He licked her heel in reassurance that he was there, and then sat. "My name's Dragon, this's Shadow, and yer name's Kurt. I've seen ya' a couple 'a times."
"I've never seen a beautiful woman such as you." He whispered, examining the hair on the floor.
"I've seen ya' somewhere... anyways, here I am, now what da' we do?" She looked at the dog which came up to mid-thigh when sitting.
"We let you change then go to the jet and-"
"Hold on a sec'nd." She commanded. Her nostrils flared and the night was so silent that he could hear the air in which she breathed. Her ears weren't visible through her hair, but something moved as if to prick. Her back became arched and she looked past him to the door.
He surveyed her; he could have sworn that he could hear her heart as footsteps erupted in the hall. In a swift movement, she grabbed Kurt's hand while Shadow crept between her legs. The last thing Kurt saw was the gun in the hands of the gray-haired man aimed at this new girl.
Now he saw the street. "How did-? What the-? How?!" He stammered as he gazed at her. She ignored him and without delay changed the subject.
"When we get ta' tha' jet, I'm not talkin' anymore. I'm supposed ta' be mute. I want it ta' stay that way. I'm only talkin' ta' ya' now ba'cause ya' came ta' me. I like ya'. Yer ma' friend, right?" The streetlight in which they were under was broken and they were sealed in the blackness. But as he could not see, he saw her blue eyes glowing like a light. They were unmistakably hers...he will never forget watching them as they moved around, his spine crawled.
"You'll be friends with all of the X-Men." He said. He didn't want to mention her eyes because she could be sensitive on the subject. He was sure many people had told her that her eyes were revolting. It was such a frightening sight to see those eyes.
"X-Men? In New York? THE X-Men?" She exclaimed ecstatically.
"Yes, yes. But how did you get us down here?"
"I can do anything." She stated in the darkness. He could feel the breeze tug at his coat and play through his hair.
"Everything?" He asked. "Why didn't you run away then? That looked like a wretched place."
"It was. But I heard someone from tha' Xavier institute transfer tha' thought in ma' head that I should wait." She whispered, "They died, I heard their last brain transitions. She was somewhere cold and in water. She died 'a month ago."
"That was Jean. She saved all of our lives." His tone became grim.
"When ma' mother died, I tried ta' bring 'er back... I'll never try ta' bring anyone from the dead again." She looked at the ground and began to roll her hair.
"What happened to your eye-" He stopped at the sight of her face; it was sullen under the little light provided by the street lamp. "The jet is this way."
She gave a sharp, two-toned whistle and Shadow was at her side. They walked under a lit streetlamp and then to a street of pure darkness and there were her glowing eyes again.
He paused then didn't realized what he was about to say, "What's wrong with your eyes, they are horrid in this blackness." He steered his eyes to the ground. He wanted to slap himself.
"There's nothin' wrong with 'em, and I expected that question ta' come up soon too. Don't be embarrassed for calling 'em horrid." She stroked his ear with her finger in a playful way, but her voice became grim. "They help me ta' see in the dark. It comes in handy when ye'r locked in a room and yer life depends on seeing to pick tha' lock an' stalk silently through tha' house ta' get 'a small piece a' food that can only last till the next night..." She stopped talking and followed behind him until he slowed to a pace where they both walked evenly. There was nothing for him to say...he wished he had said nothing at all.
~*~Later~*~
The ominous sound of silence filled the streets to more than ears could handle. Kurt walked along side Dragon. She had her hand over his shoulder and her cleavage too close to him.
"So, how did you discover your powers?" Kurt inquired; he held his hat in his hand. He felt more secure with Dragon than he ever had. He didn't know how she could prompt him to walk around without it atop his head.
"Ba'fore I was born, I used ta' kick ma' mother's stomach and things would fly around tha' room or somethin' would catch on fire. When I was born, all the patients in tha' hospital mysteriously got better. All tha' people who were diein' [dieing] lived and all tha' people with cancer didn't have it anymore. They didn't think it as a miracle on me, they saw it as a blessing from God ba'cause no one noticed I was born on that exact moment." She kicked a rock with her toe and kicked it again when they had walked far enough.
"You've had your powers all your life then?" He had never heard of this before, no mutant in the world known to the professor or himself had their powers before they were born.
"Yep. But I don't believe in God ba'cause I did nothin' and he made ma' life Hell." She thought back to all those nights she thought she was going to starve...that she would never get away or find a person to be a friend or a lover. She took out her anger and cast the rock twice the distance.
"I believe that he exists with a purpose for everything." Kurt stated with less anger than he thought he would have. "I am a very strong Christian."
"I'm sorry." She said. "I didn't realize..."
"It's alright." He said quickly. "But what religion are you, then?"
"I dunno. I'm tha' religion that thinks that all tha' way ta' Jesus there were mutants and that he was one of 'em." She kicked the rock once more.
"You mean Jesus?"
"I respect his acts. I respect tha' dead. I respect that he was a mutant who helped people who hated him. I believe that all tha' people in the bible who did miraculous things were mutants. I believe that the people accused of being witches and were burned at the stake were mutants."
"You have beliefs the way I have not looked at them before... you almost make me doubt." He looked down the alley way in which he recognized. "We're almost there."
"Good... where are we going?" She kicked the rock into a can next to a board when she turned sharply to him.
Kurt could not help but laugh at this. "We are going to New York."
"I'm leaving Alabama?" She said in a more than happy tone. Her chest ached with this knowledge. Leave her birthplace? Alabama has a warm climate and it has cold winters, sometimes there was even snow. It snowed at an average of every seven years in Alabama, and when it snowed, she was never allowed outside.
"You sound overwhelmed." He said in a pleased tone.
"I've never been anywhere out a' this state." She looked at his slender face instead of looking down at her feet. "Does it snow in New York? I've never seen snow ba'fore." Shadow let out a bark a second too late as she stepped on the board.
Kurt jumped as he heard the already familiar bark. "Are you okay?"
"Crap..." She muttered. All was forgotten as she looked at the three long nails that protruded from her foot, she hadn't bothered to put on any shoes. Kurt's eyes widened as he witnessed her sliding her foot off of them. He could see her jaw muscles tighten as she clenched her teeth, but she gave not one word. "I'll take care of it when we get ta' tha' jet, how far is it?"
"About a mile, Logan set it near a dirt road opening in the woods. I will get us there faster if you like."
"I could get us there in 'a literal sec'nd." She said as the red bricks of the buildings began to whirl and blur together. Kurt felt like he had taken a long jump and his energy had been drained as he saw the jet come into focus. Then his energy slammed into his back and he had to step forward to keep his balance.
"We didn't expect you to be back so soon, Blue Boy." Said a new voice. Dragon looked for the source.
"I didn't expect to be back so soon either. Dragon got us here faster." Kurt watched Logan raise an eyebrow. He had black hair and a rough look to him. He leaned against the jet and looked to take pride in his strength. Dragon knew that if she wanted to have a deep and scruff friend that he was standing in front of her.
"She needs the professor to tend to her wounds, she hurt her foot." Kurt lifted his hand and placed his hat upon his head.
Logan looked at the blood which ran on her foot. "Can you walk?" He asked sticking his toothpick in the side of his mouth. She nodded her head as Shadow began to trot up to Logan. He growled and Logan looked disgusted.
"This your mutt?" He asked. She limped up to him and folded her right hand in a fist. She smiled slyly and Logan watched with a look of surprise as three long, silver colored, spikes protruded from her knuckles. She rubbed his whiskers with them to prove they were real and then they shot back into her knuckles. She whistled with a smile as her dog came to her left side. Logan looked around her to Kurt with a questionable look.
She then left a bloody trail into the jet as she limped up the ramp. Professor Xavier met her at the top.
"Ah, you're going to be a helpful addition to the X-Men." He stated confidently. "We could use someone like you. You have much endurance." The professor was a bald man and he sat in a wheel chair. He looked sharp and keen and he looked to be a strict person as he sat straight up.
She twisted her fingers quickly together. Professor Xavier looked at her. "You'll be able to bring your dog along. Where are your things? Logan will put them in the back."
"Wait a minute, Professor!" Kurt almost yelled, "She was talking to me a minute ago! She had a heavy accent and she said everything about the-" He stopped and gave up. "Never mind."
"Kurt, her files state that she's been mute for fourteen years. Since she was five, she's nineteen now and still, not a word out of her."
"But we were talking, she says she can do anything and she just imitated Logan without him even demonstrating anything to her."
He looked back at her and she gave a shy smile as the spikes protruded again. She pulled them back in and began to twist her fingers into the silent language. "We will attend to that in a minute." He turned back to Kurt, "You did remind her to get her things, right?"
"I did, she said she already had them."
"But I don't see any bags." The professor said and gave a smile, for he knew she was fixing to demonstrate, as she walked down the ramp to Logan. She reached in her boxer's pocket and began to tug. She held one finger up signaling him to wait. When she brought her hand out, she held a duffle bag. She handed it to Logan and smiled impishly.
"How do you do that?" Kurt asked. She smiled wider and walked into the jet with him on her heel. She found a seat and then Kurt took the one next to her. "Why do you not talk?" He asked her.
'Ba'cause I don't trust men.' She replied in his head.
"I'm a man." He whispered trying to keep their conversation from the other two men's ears.
'But you saved me. And ye'r blue with three fingers and a tail with pointy ears an' fuzz.'
"Don't rub it in please." He said as Shadow skittered in between his legs.
'I think ye'r sexy that way. Got 'a problem with it?'
He flung his head from the dog on the floor to her smile which made his knees melt into a puddle. Professor Xavier noticed this as he wheeled to Dragon with a bandage.
"Kurt, is something wrong?" Professor Xavier observed.
"Um," he thought of something quick, "I thought it was cold in here and that she might want some clothes. She is in nothing to arrive at the manor in."
"Nothing's right." Logan muttered preparing the jet for take-off.
"What was that, Logan?" Asked the Professor.
"I didn't say anything." He lied with a smile. It was such a sly tone and smile that let the professor know that he was lying.
"Let me see your foot. I'll bandage it."
Kurt looked at the perfect way she crossed her legs and her perfect thighs, the strong and compact muscles that moved under her skin. The hair in which was on the floor, the foot which had three large holes in it, it was bloody but still perfectly shaped. The revealing bra and shorts...did she have anything under those shorts?
Kurt slouched down in his seat and pulled the coat off of him and laid it in his lap to hide his thoughts. He wore dark blue jeans and a zipped up leather jacket with animated water droplets. The dog moved from under him and walked down the isle and lay near Logan.
"Lucky dog," he cursed, "I bet you get to sleep in the same bed as her." Shadow lifted his head and tilted it to one side in question.
"You did a number on yourself, Dragon. I can see straight through your foot." The professor stated. It was impressive that she had been able to walk.
"She didn't even scream." Kurt said.
"Kurt, she couldn't. But if you say she was talking, she must have talked to you in your head."
"But she was moving her mouth." He protested, yet he said it calmly.
"What is her power?"
"She can do everything. You saw her."
She nodded her head and rubbed her bloody foot. All three holes closed slowly and let them watch as she smiled. She looked at the professor and rubbed her arms to create the image of coldness. He understood.
"Kurt, there is a blanket in the back, please fetch it for our new permanent guest." Xavier said with a smile.
"Yes sir." Kurt said erupting into blue smoke clutching his coat tight to his thighs.
~*~ Okay! This is my first chapter! Please review! Be gentle ^.^ I tried my best!!!
That my days have been a dream
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day
In a vision, or in none
Is it therefore the less gone?
--Edgar Allan Poe
Hello, this is my first X-men fic. and I hope I get lots and lots of reviews! I used to write in GW/SM crossovers because I read a couple of fics. and came up with ideas, so I wrote in that section. But I went to go see 'X2'...It was the most totally awesome movie ever! Now I have to write in this section or my conscience would beat me up. Oh! And, as you see, I put quotes at the tops of my chapters! And, by the way, I don't know if Kurt is German or not or how old he is. If you know please tell me. This book WILL have language, nudity, violence, and SOME adult themes. If you disagree with any of these things, please refrain from reading this story. If you disagree please DO NOT read. I am not making you read this, it is your choice. But, I hope ya'll like it! On with the story! [X2 Spoilers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
*I do not believe in disclaimers. This is a site for fans, and creators don't go to sites to make another story. They publish them and make money. In writing this, all I am doing is providing entertainment, I don't get a penny.
Chapter 1: Introduced
A person walked down the abandoned alley. Darkness engulfed the air and steam rose from the protection of their manholes and into the cold and damp air. The person was tall, wrapped tightly in a coat, and wore a hat. No skin was available to appeal the eye. The figure fashioned the shape of a man and the slenderness of an acrobat.
He stopped and surveyed they street which the alleyway had suddenly merged to. He looked up at the streetlamp and kept his face covered with his collar. He then stepped from the light and gazed for a street sign.
'Kingston. This is it. The street where the professor said they would be.' Thought the figure to himself with a heavy German accent. He then walked to the right, the directions in which he was instructed.
He counted houses now. He began to trot, and then he broke into a run and watched the trees. If anyone were watching him, they would have seen a man running and vanish into blue smoke under a broken streetlamp. But not a soul from the graves stirred.
He landed in the trees which he had been watching and then he leaped on the two-story house's roof. The roof came down from one sharp point and then thrust out where two windows were. Either window led into a different room. He chose the window to his right, yet again.
He gazed into the window. It was open but it had a screen bolted to it and bars crossed the front, which were nailed in the evergreen colored shudders. The house was white, and the color of the bars blended perfectly in the night. The other window possessed neither of these qualities. This was either a very bad case of judgment on the professor's behalf, or he was saving this mutant.
He concentrated again and focused on the visible part of the room. He found himself standing in the middle of the room watching the blue smoke disintegrate outside the window. The room he stood in was purple. Even though he could hardly see, it was purple down to the carpet. The bed stood in the left of the room under the slope of the roof, which was painted a darker purple. The bed was purple, the carpet, the enormous bear which stood in the corner--it was probably won in a fair as a grand prize--but the furniture was made of polished wood.
The figure jumped as a loud bark erupted from the floor. He looked at the bed and another cloud of blue smoke set him against the wall on the other side of the outline of a person under wrinkled covers. The bark sounded again as the lights flickered on. The blue smoke set him on the roof again.
He peered around the roof and looked into the window. A tall man aged to gray hair stood in front of the bed.
"What have I told you? Keep the noise down and stop that dog from barking! If you don't it'll be in the cemetery with the other one!" Screamed the giant man, his voice was deep and hateful. The man looked at the figure in the bed, which was hidden from the man in the coat's vision from outside the window. The gray-haired man then stomped up to the side of the bed that was closest to the window. The man outside the window pulled himself away and listened. A big smack erupted from the room with a whimper as the dog barked once more.
"Shut it up! The neighborhood is trying to sleep!" Bellowed the voice before the slamming of a door. The figure outside of the window was stunned, the man had looked disgusted and the figure in the bed had done nothing.
The light stayed on, as the blue smoke appeared in the room. The dog let out a sound of muffled barking.
"I'm so sorry!" Said the figure in the smoke. "I was only here to deliver a message and I did not mean for this to happen!" His voice carried a heavy accent and he looked around to find the mutant he was apologizing to. His head swung around to look at the bed, knowing they would be there.
The dog looked sourly at him through the owner's fingers, which were clamped around its snout. He yanked his hat off revealing that his skin was blue and he had many swirling marks upon his face. "I did not mean for this to happen, I am here for-" He stopped mid-sentence in awe. A girl stood up and released the dog's mouth; she was only an inch shorter than him with a muscular body and hardly anything on, in fact, only a bra and boxer shorts. And her long, golden hair reached the floor. Her cheeks reddened and she ran her fingers soothingly over her pet's soft fur under this newcomer's timid gaze.
She looked at him; a nice and muscular person was he, in a coat which hid him though. He was a sexy color of blue and his face held tattoos. She watched her pet walk from her fingertips to sniff his hem up to his knee, it took half a minute for it to scent him. The tall black dog then skirted back to its master, pleased with the aroma of innocence it found on him.
"I am so sorry-" He began, but she interrupted.
"Shh!" She pointed to the red handprint on her face. He studied the freshness, it was the origin of the loud smack. He knew no words to speak at this moment. He looked at the room in a new view with the lights on. It was plain. The polished wooden dresser had nothing on it. The bed consisted of one quilt, one mattress, and two pillows. The chest of drawers held nothing on it either. The room was bare. No pictures or glass figurines, or flowers, or lamps, or a chair, or a fan, or a television... nothing that the usual living quarters consisted of. And one very unusual thing that every woman or girl's room should have... there was not a mirror anywhere. His hand clamped down tighter on his hat and he looked for one thing.
"Have you nothing in this place?" He asked in concern.
"I have two pair 'a shorts," she began, "two pair 'a jeans, three shirts, ma' five unmentionables," he raised an eyebrow at this, "a' smuggled CD an' CD player, and 'a dog." She looked at him. He placed his hands in his pockets and sighed.
He held his chin high and tongue tight, "Professor Xavier has sent me. That is why I am here. If you chose to come with me, you will be given proper necessities and housing. I must consult with your guardian before I take you, unless you are of the age 18." He whispered in a modest tone, he hoped she was old enough so he would not have to meet with that man. Such a beautiful person, he could not help but feel a great bit of guilt for her. But the guilt turned to nervousness when he looked into her glowing blue eyes, they were like ice, they got colder every second longer that he looked into them, yet her face grew more passionate. Her eyes were solid blue, the pupil was a lighter shade of blue. Kind of like a blind man's eyes, yet she could see. He could feel his hair prick like needles.
"I'm nineteen, and you ain't gonna' 'consult' with that man 'cause he'll never let me go. And you need to work on recitin' those lines casually instead 'a all robotically. I can tell ye'r recitin' them from a book." She stated with a smile, she was wearing the king of fake smiles. Yet her face still held passionately.
"It is out sort of a book, yes. But you are not clothed suitably for leave of this place. I can turn or wait outside if you like while you change..." She looked down to examine herself and he looked at her chest then quickly steered his eyes away and held from temptation. "You must gather your things, quickly. The professor is waiting."
"Got 'em." She pointed to her pockets. He looked at her strangely and she began over in a slower voice trying to pronounce the words right. "I have got my things already."
"I'm sorry; I'm not used to your accent." He apologized. He gazed at her arms which held chill bumps, and through the fabric of her bra, he could see she was cold.
"Ya' apologize too much, and I'm not used ta yer's either. She put on a real smile and walked to him with her hair dragging on the floor. "Heel, Shadow." She said keeping eye contact with him. The dog walked to her. He licked her heel in reassurance that he was there, and then sat. "My name's Dragon, this's Shadow, and yer name's Kurt. I've seen ya' a couple 'a times."
"I've never seen a beautiful woman such as you." He whispered, examining the hair on the floor.
"I've seen ya' somewhere... anyways, here I am, now what da' we do?" She looked at the dog which came up to mid-thigh when sitting.
"We let you change then go to the jet and-"
"Hold on a sec'nd." She commanded. Her nostrils flared and the night was so silent that he could hear the air in which she breathed. Her ears weren't visible through her hair, but something moved as if to prick. Her back became arched and she looked past him to the door.
He surveyed her; he could have sworn that he could hear her heart as footsteps erupted in the hall. In a swift movement, she grabbed Kurt's hand while Shadow crept between her legs. The last thing Kurt saw was the gun in the hands of the gray-haired man aimed at this new girl.
Now he saw the street. "How did-? What the-? How?!" He stammered as he gazed at her. She ignored him and without delay changed the subject.
"When we get ta' tha' jet, I'm not talkin' anymore. I'm supposed ta' be mute. I want it ta' stay that way. I'm only talkin' ta' ya' now ba'cause ya' came ta' me. I like ya'. Yer ma' friend, right?" The streetlight in which they were under was broken and they were sealed in the blackness. But as he could not see, he saw her blue eyes glowing like a light. They were unmistakably hers...he will never forget watching them as they moved around, his spine crawled.
"You'll be friends with all of the X-Men." He said. He didn't want to mention her eyes because she could be sensitive on the subject. He was sure many people had told her that her eyes were revolting. It was such a frightening sight to see those eyes.
"X-Men? In New York? THE X-Men?" She exclaimed ecstatically.
"Yes, yes. But how did you get us down here?"
"I can do anything." She stated in the darkness. He could feel the breeze tug at his coat and play through his hair.
"Everything?" He asked. "Why didn't you run away then? That looked like a wretched place."
"It was. But I heard someone from tha' Xavier institute transfer tha' thought in ma' head that I should wait." She whispered, "They died, I heard their last brain transitions. She was somewhere cold and in water. She died 'a month ago."
"That was Jean. She saved all of our lives." His tone became grim.
"When ma' mother died, I tried ta' bring 'er back... I'll never try ta' bring anyone from the dead again." She looked at the ground and began to roll her hair.
"What happened to your eye-" He stopped at the sight of her face; it was sullen under the little light provided by the street lamp. "The jet is this way."
She gave a sharp, two-toned whistle and Shadow was at her side. They walked under a lit streetlamp and then to a street of pure darkness and there were her glowing eyes again.
He paused then didn't realized what he was about to say, "What's wrong with your eyes, they are horrid in this blackness." He steered his eyes to the ground. He wanted to slap himself.
"There's nothin' wrong with 'em, and I expected that question ta' come up soon too. Don't be embarrassed for calling 'em horrid." She stroked his ear with her finger in a playful way, but her voice became grim. "They help me ta' see in the dark. It comes in handy when ye'r locked in a room and yer life depends on seeing to pick tha' lock an' stalk silently through tha' house ta' get 'a small piece a' food that can only last till the next night..." She stopped talking and followed behind him until he slowed to a pace where they both walked evenly. There was nothing for him to say...he wished he had said nothing at all.
~*~Later~*~
The ominous sound of silence filled the streets to more than ears could handle. Kurt walked along side Dragon. She had her hand over his shoulder and her cleavage too close to him.
"So, how did you discover your powers?" Kurt inquired; he held his hat in his hand. He felt more secure with Dragon than he ever had. He didn't know how she could prompt him to walk around without it atop his head.
"Ba'fore I was born, I used ta' kick ma' mother's stomach and things would fly around tha' room or somethin' would catch on fire. When I was born, all the patients in tha' hospital mysteriously got better. All tha' people who were diein' [dieing] lived and all tha' people with cancer didn't have it anymore. They didn't think it as a miracle on me, they saw it as a blessing from God ba'cause no one noticed I was born on that exact moment." She kicked a rock with her toe and kicked it again when they had walked far enough.
"You've had your powers all your life then?" He had never heard of this before, no mutant in the world known to the professor or himself had their powers before they were born.
"Yep. But I don't believe in God ba'cause I did nothin' and he made ma' life Hell." She thought back to all those nights she thought she was going to starve...that she would never get away or find a person to be a friend or a lover. She took out her anger and cast the rock twice the distance.
"I believe that he exists with a purpose for everything." Kurt stated with less anger than he thought he would have. "I am a very strong Christian."
"I'm sorry." She said. "I didn't realize..."
"It's alright." He said quickly. "But what religion are you, then?"
"I dunno. I'm tha' religion that thinks that all tha' way ta' Jesus there were mutants and that he was one of 'em." She kicked the rock once more.
"You mean Jesus?"
"I respect his acts. I respect tha' dead. I respect that he was a mutant who helped people who hated him. I believe that all tha' people in the bible who did miraculous things were mutants. I believe that the people accused of being witches and were burned at the stake were mutants."
"You have beliefs the way I have not looked at them before... you almost make me doubt." He looked down the alley way in which he recognized. "We're almost there."
"Good... where are we going?" She kicked the rock into a can next to a board when she turned sharply to him.
Kurt could not help but laugh at this. "We are going to New York."
"I'm leaving Alabama?" She said in a more than happy tone. Her chest ached with this knowledge. Leave her birthplace? Alabama has a warm climate and it has cold winters, sometimes there was even snow. It snowed at an average of every seven years in Alabama, and when it snowed, she was never allowed outside.
"You sound overwhelmed." He said in a pleased tone.
"I've never been anywhere out a' this state." She looked at his slender face instead of looking down at her feet. "Does it snow in New York? I've never seen snow ba'fore." Shadow let out a bark a second too late as she stepped on the board.
Kurt jumped as he heard the already familiar bark. "Are you okay?"
"Crap..." She muttered. All was forgotten as she looked at the three long nails that protruded from her foot, she hadn't bothered to put on any shoes. Kurt's eyes widened as he witnessed her sliding her foot off of them. He could see her jaw muscles tighten as she clenched her teeth, but she gave not one word. "I'll take care of it when we get ta' tha' jet, how far is it?"
"About a mile, Logan set it near a dirt road opening in the woods. I will get us there faster if you like."
"I could get us there in 'a literal sec'nd." She said as the red bricks of the buildings began to whirl and blur together. Kurt felt like he had taken a long jump and his energy had been drained as he saw the jet come into focus. Then his energy slammed into his back and he had to step forward to keep his balance.
"We didn't expect you to be back so soon, Blue Boy." Said a new voice. Dragon looked for the source.
"I didn't expect to be back so soon either. Dragon got us here faster." Kurt watched Logan raise an eyebrow. He had black hair and a rough look to him. He leaned against the jet and looked to take pride in his strength. Dragon knew that if she wanted to have a deep and scruff friend that he was standing in front of her.
"She needs the professor to tend to her wounds, she hurt her foot." Kurt lifted his hand and placed his hat upon his head.
Logan looked at the blood which ran on her foot. "Can you walk?" He asked sticking his toothpick in the side of his mouth. She nodded her head as Shadow began to trot up to Logan. He growled and Logan looked disgusted.
"This your mutt?" He asked. She limped up to him and folded her right hand in a fist. She smiled slyly and Logan watched with a look of surprise as three long, silver colored, spikes protruded from her knuckles. She rubbed his whiskers with them to prove they were real and then they shot back into her knuckles. She whistled with a smile as her dog came to her left side. Logan looked around her to Kurt with a questionable look.
She then left a bloody trail into the jet as she limped up the ramp. Professor Xavier met her at the top.
"Ah, you're going to be a helpful addition to the X-Men." He stated confidently. "We could use someone like you. You have much endurance." The professor was a bald man and he sat in a wheel chair. He looked sharp and keen and he looked to be a strict person as he sat straight up.
She twisted her fingers quickly together. Professor Xavier looked at her. "You'll be able to bring your dog along. Where are your things? Logan will put them in the back."
"Wait a minute, Professor!" Kurt almost yelled, "She was talking to me a minute ago! She had a heavy accent and she said everything about the-" He stopped and gave up. "Never mind."
"Kurt, her files state that she's been mute for fourteen years. Since she was five, she's nineteen now and still, not a word out of her."
"But we were talking, she says she can do anything and she just imitated Logan without him even demonstrating anything to her."
He looked back at her and she gave a shy smile as the spikes protruded again. She pulled them back in and began to twist her fingers into the silent language. "We will attend to that in a minute." He turned back to Kurt, "You did remind her to get her things, right?"
"I did, she said she already had them."
"But I don't see any bags." The professor said and gave a smile, for he knew she was fixing to demonstrate, as she walked down the ramp to Logan. She reached in her boxer's pocket and began to tug. She held one finger up signaling him to wait. When she brought her hand out, she held a duffle bag. She handed it to Logan and smiled impishly.
"How do you do that?" Kurt asked. She smiled wider and walked into the jet with him on her heel. She found a seat and then Kurt took the one next to her. "Why do you not talk?" He asked her.
'Ba'cause I don't trust men.' She replied in his head.
"I'm a man." He whispered trying to keep their conversation from the other two men's ears.
'But you saved me. And ye'r blue with three fingers and a tail with pointy ears an' fuzz.'
"Don't rub it in please." He said as Shadow skittered in between his legs.
'I think ye'r sexy that way. Got 'a problem with it?'
He flung his head from the dog on the floor to her smile which made his knees melt into a puddle. Professor Xavier noticed this as he wheeled to Dragon with a bandage.
"Kurt, is something wrong?" Professor Xavier observed.
"Um," he thought of something quick, "I thought it was cold in here and that she might want some clothes. She is in nothing to arrive at the manor in."
"Nothing's right." Logan muttered preparing the jet for take-off.
"What was that, Logan?" Asked the Professor.
"I didn't say anything." He lied with a smile. It was such a sly tone and smile that let the professor know that he was lying.
"Let me see your foot. I'll bandage it."
Kurt looked at the perfect way she crossed her legs and her perfect thighs, the strong and compact muscles that moved under her skin. The hair in which was on the floor, the foot which had three large holes in it, it was bloody but still perfectly shaped. The revealing bra and shorts...did she have anything under those shorts?
Kurt slouched down in his seat and pulled the coat off of him and laid it in his lap to hide his thoughts. He wore dark blue jeans and a zipped up leather jacket with animated water droplets. The dog moved from under him and walked down the isle and lay near Logan.
"Lucky dog," he cursed, "I bet you get to sleep in the same bed as her." Shadow lifted his head and tilted it to one side in question.
"You did a number on yourself, Dragon. I can see straight through your foot." The professor stated. It was impressive that she had been able to walk.
"She didn't even scream." Kurt said.
"Kurt, she couldn't. But if you say she was talking, she must have talked to you in your head."
"But she was moving her mouth." He protested, yet he said it calmly.
"What is her power?"
"She can do everything. You saw her."
She nodded her head and rubbed her bloody foot. All three holes closed slowly and let them watch as she smiled. She looked at the professor and rubbed her arms to create the image of coldness. He understood.
"Kurt, there is a blanket in the back, please fetch it for our new permanent guest." Xavier said with a smile.
"Yes sir." Kurt said erupting into blue smoke clutching his coat tight to his thighs.
~*~ Okay! This is my first chapter! Please review! Be gentle ^.^ I tried my best!!!