In Shades of Blue
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Chapter Two: The Aura of Mystique
"No, doctor. I did not attack anybody," the girl once known as Raven Darkholme responded for what seemed the millionth time to a doctor's question, fiddling with a button on her hospital gown. The doctor in question was standing as far away from Raven as he could. He had seemed hesitant to even stay in the same room as her. This did not surprise her; her entire body dark blue and the gown she'd been forced into wasn't exactly substantial. She was finding his discomfort pleasurable to watch; after all, she did not want to be the only sufferer.
"Are you sure?" Here we go again, she thought, annoyed with the man before her. Just because she was a mutant, she was not to be trusted. It was as though he thought that she was lying. Then again, she had lied to him. Of course, he wouldn't know it; she had told him that she felt fine when he'd asked. She really felt anything but fine, although she assumed that it was fine for somebody who had turned blue and scaly and then been forced through over a dozen mental tests in however many hours she had spent here. She found it difficult to keep track of time when she wasn't even allowed to see a clock. There was only her, the doctors, the small bed in the middle of the room, and the testing machines. All she knew was that enough time had passed for her sadness to morph into anger and hatred of the doctors at this facility.
"Yeah," said Raven. Well, in truth, she guessed that she no longer was Raven; Raven was a pale-skinned brunette. She was something else entirely. She'd heard that mutants often came up with code names. She'd be…well, she wasn't entirely sure, but something along the lines of 'magic' or 'glamour' would be fine. She would have to make use of the thesaurus that she had at home. Assuming they ever let her leave this place. Speaking of that, where was she? A hospital, perhaps? It looked like it, but, judging by the padded walls, she was in a mental facility. But why? She wasn't insane…
"Would you like to, uh, put some actual clothing on?" the loathsome Mr. White Coat asked her, shifting his weight from foot to foot and looking rather awkward. She was enjoying his uncertainty.
"No thank you, sir. I prefer to stay like this," she said with a girlish smile, running her hand through her now-reddish hair. The doctor bit his lip.
"I insist," he said, as firmly as he could.
"So do I," she repeated simply, just for the sake of denying him. His lips formed a small "oh" that never left his tongue.
"Well, I'll, um, leave you then," he stuttered, eyeing the girl's body in disgust before leaving the room. She smiled in satisfaction. The opportunity to alarm doctors made up for the poor conditions.
"Miss Darkholme? Someone is here to get you. Her name's Olive Linder. She tells me she's your cousin; is this true?" Mr. White Coat had returned, looking (if this was even possible) more nervous than before.
"Yeah," she said. There was nothing more that she could say.
"Well, she's waiting for you in her car out front. You are excused," he told the teenager. She smiled, stood, and started making her way to the door. He looked relieved to be getting rid of this patient; she knew this just by seeing his expression. For this reason, she could not and did not resist the urge to elegantly slide off her hospital gown and twirl for him before making a speedy exit.
Fortunately, Olive was not the type to scream upon seeing her cousin completely blue. In fact, she acted like nothing had changed.
"Hi, Raven!" she called from her car, grinning. "Complicated day?"
"You could most certainly say that, Olive," Raven said with a sigh as she got into the older girl's car. Olive smiled understandingly.
"I just got a call from a man named Charles Xavier. He runs a school for mutants, somewhere in New York. He offered you a place. Do you think you'll go?" she asked, kindly smiling at Raven.
"Sure. I mean, I most definitely won't be able to go back to Woodall Middle School. Not after the news gets out, anyway," Raven responded, her voice perfectly calm. She glanced out the window; the reactions of the other drivers were very entertaining to watch.
"He also asked if you knew what your 'mutant name' is. I'm not sure what he means. Do you?" Olive looked puzzled.
"I think so. I'm…Mystique," the blue-skinned girl announced, not even turning away from the window. She wasn't entirely sure why she'd said 'Mystique,' but it seemed to fit.
"I like it," Olive said. "I'll call him back and tell him you're going, if your parents agree." The rest of the ride home was spent sitting in silence and scaring drivers. Mystique…indeed, she did have an aura of mystery and magic. Mystique…
A/N:Please review! I would like at least one comment before I post the final chappie of this story...