Celtic Cross - wow, thank you! I'm glad you are enjoying it!
Billie surveyed the room. It was big and airy, and clearly got the afternoon sun. She turned around and shut the door on the annoying pipsqueak who had been babbling at her the entire walk to the room. She seemed to have forgotten that half an hour ago she would have quite willingly broken her neck.
And then she phased through the door.
'You don't get a hint, do you?'
'You don't have many friends, do you?'
Billie shrugged, 'friends are a weakness for your enemies to exploit.'
Kitty frowned, 'where did you learn that?'
'Seriously, get lost.'
Kitty turned and walked through the door, throwing Billie a hurt look as she did.
It was lost on Billie as she slung her bag on the bed and pulled out a fresh bodice and skirt. She laid them on the bed before stripping off. She had no intention of sleeping – she was capable of going several days with minimal sleep. She turned the water on, not caring what temperature it was. Another of her gifts meant that her skin had a very strong aversion to temperature. She could be naked in the artic, or be wearing a hundred sweaters in the desert and not bat an eye.
The water washed away the blood which had dried to her stomach – any remaining indicator that she had gotten injured down the drain. She frowned. It had been a long time since she had been injured in battle. Logan wasn't a bad fighter. Having said that, if she'd have carried on, he would have been dead by now.
She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. Outside of her door, she could hear noises as the surrounding rooms began to awaken for a new school day, oblivious to what had happened less than an hour earlier.
Billie lay down on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She wasn't tired, but she'd be damned if she was going to wander around when the hallways were so busy. She figured she'd give it a couple of hours and everyone would be in class.
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She was right.
Billie headed down the recently destroyed stairs, dressed in exactly the same outfit as earlier, to find the kitchen. It didn't take her long – she followed her nose. Only it wasn't empty. Sat eating a bowl of cereal was the blonde mutant from earlier – Bobby.
'Hi,' he said, watching her move around the kitchen.
Billie ignored him and went straight to the fridge, 'where's the beer kept in this place?' She asked him after rooting through the fridge.
Booby raised an eyebrow, 'you're not old enough to drink.'
Billie turned around, allowing the fridge to slam shut behind her, 'does this face look remotely bothered to you?'
Bobby shrugged, 'but it's 10am.'
Billie rolled her eyes, 'and?'
'You do realise that you're in a school, don't you?'
'That's exactly why I want a beer,' she told him.
Bobby smiled, 'sorry, but you're out of luck.'
'Figures,' she muttered. She jumped up onto the counter in front of Bobby and crossed her legs. 'So, Bobby, why aren't you in class?'
'Free period.'
'I see they don't teach you much here,' she muttered.
Booby looked up at her, 'they teach you normal subjects and how to control your powers, but more importantly, they teach you morals and ethics,' he told her, glaring pointedly at her.
'Uh huh,' Billie said, rolling her eyes, 'and what powers have you got?'
Booby stared at her for a moment longer, before placing his hand on the table. As he took his hand away, an ice apple was left sat on the table.
'Oh great, I'm sat talking to a human popsicle.'
'You're not really a people person, are you?' Bobby shot at her.
Billie shrugged, 'can't say that I am, no.' She jumped off the counter landing neatly on the floor.
There was a small pop and a blue mutant suddenly appeared in, complete with another mutant – a human with red-brown hair and a long trench coat, unlike the blue fur ball who had transported them there.
Billie, who, trained to expect the unexpected, merely raised her eyebrows at the two newcomers and the smell of brimstone assaulted her senses.
'Was there any need for that, mon bête. We only had to walk down the hall,' the red haired mutant complained, his accent thick with a Cajun twang, as he pushed himself away from the blue devil.
'Sorry, mein freund,' said the blue thing, 'but the professor wanted us to hurry.'
'I don't think he had that in mind,' the red head said, before straightening up and finally noticing the other two mutants in the room. He stood there, staring at Billie, almost transfixed with the genetically modified piece of perfection. 'Bonjour,' he said to her, bowing his head. He reached for her hand and pressed his lips against it.
Billie wrenched her hand from his and slapped the mutant across the face, 'don't touch me,' she told him.
The red head rubbed his cheek, a smirk on his face, 'you must be Billie.'
'Congratulations. Your observational skills are top notch,' she told him dryly. 'Do I get names, or am I going to stick with furball and cocky?'
The blue mutant stepped in front of 'cocky' and bowed, 'Guten tag, I am Kurt Wagner. But in the Munich circus, I was known as The Incredible Nightcrawler.'
Billie eyed him up and down, 'yup, furball.' She turned to the other mutant, 'and you?'
'Remy Lebeau, at your service.'
'Yup, cocky will suffice there, too.'
'You really don't have people skills, do you?' Bobby muttered.
Billie shot him a glare. 'What do I need people skills for? I kill people.'
'You're a little firecracker, aren't ya?' Remy quipped.
'You have no idea,' Billie muttered darkly, before turning to leave.
'Bitte,' Kurt started.
'Verlassen Sie mich allein. Ich bin mit dies gebohrt,' she shot over her shoulder, leaving the kitchen.
Remy and Bobby looked at Kurt.
'The frauline is bored.'
Remy laughed and shot out of the door after her. 'Hold up, mon chere.'
'What now?' She asked, letting out an exasperated sigh.
'The Professor wants you to go to the danger room.'
Billie licked her lips and smiled, 'the danger room, eh?'
I'm actually enjoying writing this, so I may even update again! Let me know what you're thinking - I can't get better if you don't tell me what to improve on.
