Show of Power

The round room was viciously shaking; new found cracks ran from the foundation up the round white steel tiled walls of the danger room. An ear piercing shriek left Elizabeth's lips echoing around the room as a large electronic arm sent her flying against the wall far behind her. She connected with the wall causing a loud thud. Her limp body sunk down to the floor, her breath weak and shallow.

"ELIZABETH!" Jason screams, his voice cracking, as he bursts into a sprint. He jumps over walls jutting out from the ground, sliding underneath large steel arms swinging about, and some with dangerously spiked points covering their exterior.

"Please refrain from addressing your fellow team mates by there civilian names during training." Professor X's voice booms through the intercom as he presses a button to pause the course. Once Jason reaches Elizabeth he kneels down checking her pulse and gently brushes loose strands of bright red hair from her face tucking them behind her ear.

"Forget her! Keep moving!" Scott Summers' (Cyclops) voice echo's through out the now silent danger room. He, Jean Grey, Logan, and Storm stand with Professor X and nearly every other current X-Men member.

Jason lifts his hand slightly above Elizabeth's head pointing his fingers at the ceiling as he begins twirling them around a whirlpool of water builds up from thin air. Once he believes there to be about a cup of water swirling above his fingers he stops, letting the water calm and gather into a bubble. He lowers his hand toward Elizabeth's face as he prepares to gently trickle the water over her when the water suddenly stops in mid air. Elizabeth's eyes shoot open as she levitates herself to her feet.

Jason follows, standing firm and square he whispers, "You ready?"

"Hell ya I am!" Elizabeth says as they both form a large smile across their young faces. "GO!" She shouts up at the Professor who slams a button on the control panel. As if nothing had stopped, all the machines started buzzing again, bullet shooters shot up from the ground shooting large spinning disks with spiked edges. At least 75 of them come hurling straight towards Elizabeth and Jason. Elizabeth's eyes begin to glow a bright vibrant green. She lifts her right arm flicking her wrist which sends all 75 or so of the disks back from where they originated from. Some are sent swirling into machines getting ready to blast more, others are sent against walls or into one another.

Lifting both of his arms slowly, his eyes turn a soft gray, and a light clenching in his gut is felt before the ground in front of them starts rumbling and shaking dangerously. Mighty winds erupt from all around him, knocking into machines and ripping them apart. The ground below him starts to break open as Elizabeth floats into the air. Jason's eyes turn a darker shade of grey as the room starts to shake even more violently. The winds get more forceful ripping apart more and more machines. The grip in Jason's gut turns to an unbearable clenching. The only noise that can be heard is the whistling of the ferocious wind and the grumbling of the floor. After a moment of multiple strong gusts of wind causing pure destruction to all and any machinery, Jason's eyes start to dye down along with the wind and the shaking. Long pieces of stone that erupted from the ground sink back down as the cracks in the floor repair themselves. As everything begins to settle Elizabeth floats back down gently landing beside Jason.

They take a quick moment to take in their surroundings. Scraps of metal litter the floor, wires hang low from the ceiling. As Elizabeth links arms with Jason the two young but very powerful mutants take a couple of steps to the finish line and walk proudly across the yellow and black tape marking the end of the course. While the observation room unit lowers slowly from the top of the room a loud eruption of applause rings out from their spectators. The team was overjoyed with their impressive display of technique.

Jason's standard black spandex suit is soaked with sweat from his amazing but exhausting show of power. A wave of cheering bursts through the doors as the group of teenager's gather around the two new recruits, yelling and clapping.

"Professor you had them on level 10!" Logan exclaims, shocked, under his breath back in the observation unit.

"Yes Logan. And look what they did to the course. I have a bad feeling …" The Professor trails off thinking in his own head about the events of the day. How could two mutants so young each possess so much power yet manage to control it so willingly. He wheels himself out of the room, "Okay everyone. Let's go, you all have school in a couple of hours." The Professor reminds the young crowd telepathically causing a chorus of groaning and moaning from all at the thought of school.


Elizabeth, having yet to appear to any of her classes, enters class for the first time since the incident that occurred on the first day of school. The fact that she was now walking in late made it all that more awkward. Opening the door, the teacher, a women most likely about 45-50, stopped talking and crossed her arms looking over at Elizabeth with a disapproving stare. Walking up to the teacher Elizabeth hands her a note from the principal explaining why she was late.

"Go sit at the back beside that girl." The teacher who addressed herself as Mrs. Jones says pointing to a girl around Elizabeth's age.

Elizabeth awkwardly walks over to the seat and sits down beside the girl who would typically be classified as a Goth. She was wearing heavy black eyeliner and her hair, which was streaked with red, was black and shortly cut, almost like she had done it herself. Once Elizabeth sits down, this stranger looking girl greets her with, "You're a mutant!"

Elizabeth had to keep her mouth from dropping. One question racing through her head was louder than all the others. "How did you know that?" Elizabeth questions.

"Part of my power I guess. I just know. So what's your name?" The girl asks.

"I'm Elizabeth. Wait, you're a mutant too! Why haven't I seen you around the mansion?" asks Elizabeth with a puzzled and confused look on her face, her head tilting to the left in slightly.

"You're one of the X-Men aren't you? Go figure. I'm with the Brother Hood. I'm the Scarlet Witch." The Scarlet Witch stuck out her hand smiling, Elizabeth took it in her own shaking it. "But people generally call me Wanda."

"So what's the Brother Hood?" Elizabeth asked.

Wanda and she quickly got lost in conversation with one another. By the time the bell went for second period Wanda and Elizabeth were nearly best friends. They both smiled and laughed upon finding out that they shared the first two classes. Before lunch when they parted ways, Wanda invites Elizabeth over to her house.

"I'd love to come." Elizabeth answers, smiling, before waving and walking off. Elizabeth was happy she had made a new friend and more than excited to meet the Brother Hood.