As the rain fell down about her, she trudged up the driveway up to the Xavier mansion. As she raised her hand to knock, the door was opened by an older woman. She looked about thirty-five, and with her chocolate colored skin, her white hair set off calmness about her. She smiled at dripping girl, and motioned for her to come inside. She stepped in, took off her sweatshirt and hung it over her arm. Once the woman had shut the door, the girl said,
"I heard this was a place I could go." She smiled once again and said,
"Yes, come, you must speak with the professor." she started walking down the wood paneled hallway. She stopped at a door, knocked softly, and motioned for the girl to stand beside her. The gentle voice of a man came through the door,
"Come in Storm, bring the child with you." Storm, the woman standing beside her, pushed the door open. She motioned for the girl to walk in. As the door swung shut, the girl looked around. There was a big wooden desk, with a bald man behind it. There were bookshelves that line the walls. And, along the side of one wall, there was a desk with a boy about her age reclined in it. He had a Zippo lighter in his hand with which he flicked on and off every few seconds in a constant rhythm. He looked up at her. Once his grey eyes caught glance off her bright violet ones, he looked down, flicking the lid to his lighter up. The girl flicked her gaze back to the man sitting behind the desk, except now, he was around in front of it. He was in a wheelchair. When her eyes caught sight of the wheelchair, her gaze went darker as she looked at it.
"Hello, welcome, my name is Charles Xavier." The man said. The girl looked up to meet his face.
You're not as alone as you think. A voice said to her. Her eyes narrowed slightly. He smiled and asked,
"What's your name?" She swung her wet hair out of her eyes with a flick of her head and replied,
"Dark." The boy in the desk looked up sharply as she said this,
He nodded at Storm and said,
"Well, Crystal, you will be in room 205. Here's your schedule. Now, John, would you please take Miss Davenport to her room? She's with Kitty." John, the boy in the desk, got up with a heavy sigh. He turned to go, but got stopped as Dark said,
"I'm not a Davenport, I never was, and I never will be." The Professor nodded and said,
"Apologies, and John, don't act up in class again; you need to control your temper." He nodded at Dark and she left with John, looking at the paper, rather than where they were going. John looked at her as she looked up from her paper to glance around the lobby. He sighed and said,
"Come on." He flicked his lighter again to free himself of boredom. After walking down one hallway, John looked at her slightly. And then he shook his head as they walked up the stairs. John knocked on a door.
"Kitty?" He asked. Then a girl literally stuck her head through the door. John shook his head and said,
"You have a new roommate." Kitty looked to his side, then stepped through the door and held out her hand,
"Katherine Pryde, everyone calls me Kitty." Dark shook her hand saying,
"Dark." Kitty grabbed her gloved hand and pulled her into the room grinning. Kitty dropped her hand and stammered,
"Oh, I'm so sorry; I really shouldn't phase you till you really know me." Dark just shook her head, as if to say it was fine. She placed her backpack on the bed that wasn't occupied with stuff. She looked around the room. There were two double beds. There was a normal sized bathroom. There were two closets, two dressers, two desks, and two computers. There was a mirror, and a window. She then looked at Kitty. She seemed small for her age, but it fit her. She had light brown hair that was cut off at her shoulders. She wore a small pair of jeans and a light brown long-sleeved shirt. Her bright blue eyes shone as she looked at her new roommate.
Kitty's POV
You were fooling around on the internet, emailing people, and have fun when you heard a knock at your door. You heard John say,
"Kitty?" You stuck your head through the door, literally. There was the school's bad boy, John Allerdyce, or Pyro as some called him. He shook his head in amazement at you and said,
"You have a new roommate." You looked to one side of him and saw a girl. She had layered wet brown hair what went a little farther than her shoulders. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a light blue sweatshirt slung over her arm. She had a black messenger-style bag slung across her shoulder, and laying on her hip. She had on black gloves that went up to her elbows. The gloves had light red stripes on them. You wondered briefly if she had a power like Rouge's. Her eyes were the one thing that struck you. The pupils were violet, and the irises were grey with a thick black line separating it from the rest of the eye. The white part of the eyes had specks of silver in them. The eyes seemed guarded, like she always had a mask on, never taking off until someone forced her to. You pulled away from your thoughts and step through the door and hold out your hand,
"Katherine Pryde, everyone calls me Kitty." She took a step forward, grabbed your hand, and while shaking it said,
"Dark." You liked her immediately. You pull her through the door without a second thought. You turned to say something after you drop her hand, but stopped when you see the expression on her face, sheer bewilderment. She looked stunned that she just walked through a solid wall. The look on her face was the look you had had when you had first phased through a wall. You had been running from your brother when you just fell through the wall. You brother had told your parents, and that was the end of home. Home, that simple word meant so many things to you. You hadn't been in your family home for many years now, but you felt right at home here, at mutant high. But sometimes this home wasn't good enough, when you want to wake up, hearing your parents in the kitchen talking on the Saturday morning like they always did.
"Oh, I'm so sorry; I really shouldn't phase you till you really know me." You stammered. She shrugged, but you could tell there was a smile playing on her lips. It was in that could-be-smile you felt a kinship to her, like sisters, sharing a secret that their parents didn't know about. The shrug she just shared was one of fake innocence. You could tell she had a rough beginning. That she had probably been forced out of her house; that her parents probably tried to kill her. She looked like she had spent a few months on the streets. You could tell she would like it here. She got out some clothes and went and took a shower. You continued studying for the physics test you had tomorrow. She got out and looked around for something.
"Do you have a hair drier?" She asked. I held it up to her with a small smile. She took it, and blew her hair dry. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you. You clicked on a page on your computer and turned to look at her,
"Yes?"
"You gonna show me around?" She asked with a very small smile. You grinned and pulled her through the door. She shuddered and said,
"I guess I'm just gonna have to get used to that." You grin at her and pulled you down the hallway to another door you know, knocked, and heard Rogue say,
"Yeah?"
