A Nameless Story
Chapter 3
All the kids sat down in their seats and just stared at me. I noticed Rouge was next to a window, and all the seats around her were empty. Man, that's got to suck. Did everyone hate the kid? Jesus Christ, I mean, it's not her fault.
I leaned back on my desk, and looked uninterestedly through the rest of the students. Rouge kept glancing at some cute boy who was getting entangled in the back with some chick that looked somewhat like a prostitute. A few kids came in late, and I didn't look at them until they sat down. I sighed, and blinked. I walked back to the eraser board, and grabbed the eraser.
I didn't care if people came in late, but I'm not going to sit here and watch this soft-core porn. I raised up the eraser, and chucked it hard at the kids in the back making out. It hit both hard, in the face, with a huge smack.
Everyone looked at me with a shocked face, and I rolled my eyes.
"If I wanted to see porn, I wouldn't be here, so refrain from fucking each other in the back while I'm here please." I said calmly, glaring at the two in the back. There were gasps from them when I said fuck and porn. I rolled my eyes again, the last thing I wanted to deal with were over-dramatic and angst-y teenagers.
"So, you guys were learning about the revolutionary war?" I asked, no one answered, the all sat up straight and looked at me like I was going to eat them. I rubbed my temples.
"Yes, no, maybe? Anybody? I'm not going to eat your soul if you answer me," I prompted, trying to get some response out of them. I mean damn, these kids were quite.
"Uh, yeah. We were learning about how the colonists united and how Washington led them to attack the British." A random kid said, and I smiled.
"You got balls, thanks for speaking up. Well, let me tell you something, also, you might want to take notes or whatever to remember this." I said seriously.
"First off, if you think all the states wanted to be free from Britain's control, your wrong. Most southern colonies, didn't care, actually, they liked being under British control, mostly because England was really nice to them because the south made them money. Lots of money. It was the northeastern states that had a horrible relationship with the mother country. So, the hardest part of the war for the colonists, was getting all the states to agree to declare their independence. In fact, this is what set up the conditions for the Civil War." I said, and a kid raised her hand.
"I thought slavery caused the Civil War," She said, and I stared at her.
"Nope. The civil war between the states was NOT caused by slavery. Nor was it caused by Lincoln being elected, or embargo's. It was really about states rights. Southern states wanted to be left alone to govern themselves, separate from the federal government. But even that wasn't really the cause, it was just a huge conflict that had been building since the end of the War of Independence." I corrected. "That's why slavery wasn't abolished until the middle of the civil war, and if you notice in the Emancipation Proclamation, it didn't really free all slaves, just slaves in the confederation. That's because Lincoln was getting frustrated at how long the war was taking, and tried to ruin the southern economy." I corrected.
"But we're getting off track. Basically, the colonists didn't win the Revolution, they just got England to piss off, and leave them alone. Which, was really no skin off King James back, because before the French and Indian war, the colonists basically governed themselves. This was the main reason the French even got involved, they were pissed at England, and after the American win at the battle of Saratoga fully convinced them to join the war." I finished.
"Alright, you all can screw around, so long as nobody dies and you don't give me a headache, and NO ONE GETS NAKED you all can chill." I said to the silent students. Rouge raised her hand. God damn it, what did I just tell them?
"P.S you don't have to raise your hand." I said looking at her.
"Did you really live through this stuff?" She asked, and I nodded.
"Yup. It's not as sugar coated as they made it in the history books. During the war, it was awful, everyone was so scared of loyalists or bluecoats it was insane. Think the Red Scare, but in colonial times. And it was like that on both sides, depending on where you were. People really had to learn to do things under the radar." I explained.
"Wow, so like, how old are you?" The boy in the back asked, he still had cherry lipstick all over his face and neck. The prostitute looking one kept making eyes at him, and it was starting to disgust me.
"What's your name kid?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Bobby."
I grinned. "Well Bobby, didn't your mother ever teach you not to ask a lady's age?" I asked rhetorically. He swallowed, and Rouge hid her snicker by coughing, the other kids weren't so kind.
"So, why do you have samurai swords?" Another girl asked.
"Well, the answer to that question is short and sweet. It's none of your god damn business, so fuck off!" I answered uncrossing my arms to point in the direction of the door.
"Are we going to have a test on this?" A nerdy looking boy in the front asked.
"If you do, I'd imagine it'd be a pretty funny test." I said, imagining it.
"Are you going to take roll?" Some smartass boy up front asked. I smirked.
"Do you like your arms where they are now? Because I can arrange for them to be shoved up your ass." I said, my voice fake sweet. The class got real quite.
They looked at me with wide eyes, while Rouge fought down snickers. I busted out laughing, and she joined me.
"Man, you kids have to lighten up. No, I'm not taking roll. I figure, if you want me to learn your name, I'll learn it." I said, after I stopped laughing. They all looked at me like I was a psychopath. I looked at them like they were alien beings that just asked if they could probe me.
"Jesus, your teenagers for Christ's sake. Talk, text, listen to music, screw around (Not literally you two in the back!) swear, stick it to the man! I swear, did you all get lobotomized?!" I exploded, incredulous.
"Eat candy, call me an old lady, cause trouble! I swear, I won't rip out your soul if you do!" I exclaimed, somewhat tiredly. They looked at each other for a moment, before starting to talk amongst themselves. I leaned back against the desk, and crossed my arms then looked out the window at the leafless trees.
The bell rang, and the kids stayed seated, I looked at them surprised.
"Uh, don't you have another class to get to?" I asked, and the smartass up front answered.
"We have class all day with you today. The professor said it'd help us bond." He said sarcastically. I laughed, and pointed at him.
"Thanks smartass," I said, just as sarcastic. The kid saluted me, and I grinned.
"Takes one to know one," He returned, and my grin grew.
"No shit Sherlock," I said, my voice losing none of it's sarcasm or sudden humor. I usually didn't laugh, or have a good time. "So, was your last teacher Satan or something?" I asked to the class.
Smartass kid chuckled. "Might as well have been. We used to have old Cyclops." He answered, I scowled. Rouge smiled, and chuckled.
"Thanks Sherlock, you got a name?" I asked, the tone of my voice serious, and a tiny bit sarcastic.
"Do you?" He said smirking. I stood up straight, so I wasn't leaning on the desk anymore and looked Sherlock in the eye, until he glanced away nervously.
"Nope." I answered, emotionless. I looked back out the window. Then I turned my face back to all the students, and a very surprised looking Pyro.
"I'm feeling generous, how about I turn you all lose upon the school to reek havoc?" I asked smiling. Prostitute and Bobby were at it again. I picked up my katana, unsheathed it, and threw it at them. It cut through the air, above the other kids heads, until it landed with a thunk right next to Bobby's head; perfect aim. It was a hairs breath away from them. I glared, and walked back there, not looking at them. Everyone in the room had frozen, in fear or shock. Maybe I overreacted…
I grabbed the hilt, and yanked it out of the wall effortlessly. I looked at them from the corner of my eye, but kept my face towards the wall. I was getting annoyed.
"Let me make myself abundantly clear. I don't like repeating myself, so if I tell you not to do something, don't fucking think I'll tell you twice. Are we clear?" I said between clenched teeth. Both of them nodded. I lowered my sword from the wall, and walked back to my desk.
I sheathed my sword, and Sherlock spoke up.
"They call me Pyro." He said loudly. Maybe it just sounded loud because everyone was so quiet…Hmm, must watch temper around weird teenagers…
I looked up at him, and shrugged.
"I like Sherlock or smartass better." I said dismissively. "I did say you all could leave, enjoy your free time, and try not to kill off too many brain cells…" I said loudly, looking at all the students, everyone except Pyro and Rouge left.
"So what do I call you?" He asked, smirking. His feet were up on the desk, and I shrugged.
"My name is Nameless. So, any reason you two aren't out there burning the place to the ground and doing other reckless immature things?"
"We both don't really have any friends…" Rouge filled me in. Smartass boy looked at her, and there was something warm in his gaze.
"I'm kind of hungry. I'll take you guys out to eat if you want? Call it a reward for being social outcasts" I offered, and Rouge smiled up at me, brushing back her hair.
"You guys like Waffle House?" Sherlock offered, and Rouge smiled a little brighter, and nodded shyly. Good, she needed a friend that wasn't old. I'm guessing with Logan's regeneration ability, he was a good deal older than he seemed, and I was most likely even older than him.
"Great, lets go." I said, walking out with my swords in hand. Pyro began lighting his lighter, and doing some fancy tricks with it while we walked to my car. I reached in my glove box, and pulled out my sunglasses. Pyro got in back, and Rouge sat up front.
I started up the car, and Rouge gave me quick directions to the nearest Waffle House.
"So, Nameless, I'm surprised you had the balls to stick it to Kitty and Bobby." Pyro commented from the back. I frowned slightly. So, not only did the girl look like a prostitute, but she was named like one too. Her mom must've been able to see the future.
"Don't know what you mean smartass." I returned, making a left turn. Rouge looked sadly out the window.
"They don't call her the Shadow-cat for nothing," He said, and I shot him a blank look. "She walks through walls," Sherlock explained.
"Ooh, how scary. During WWII in Germany, there was a young girl who was a schizophrenic who could kill you by decay if you couldn't guess her favorite ice cream flavor of the day. She was three years old, and was heavily abused by her parents, before they were shipped off to a concentration camp and she was used by Hitler to keep some of his more powerful generals in line." I said seriously. I had killed that little girl, but there was no little girl left by the time I'd gotten to her. She was just some nut in a child's body, running around and murdering people. Ugh, she was so fucking creepy…
"How did Hitler control her then?" Rouge asked, as we pulled into a Waffle House. By this point, it was late afternoon. We all walked in and took a seat towards the back. I looked at her through my vintage hippy round sunglasses before answering.
"He always managed to guess her favorite ice cream flavor, and had somehow convinced her that he was God. And trust me, it's way weirder than you might think. She would come up with the strangest flavors…One of them was 80 year old drowned man with basil jelly and roasted coffee cups." I said, as Pyro and Rouge sat next to each other. I missed my swords…but it was a public area, and joints like these usually called the cops and freaked if I did. In the biker bars, like the one a few nights ago, it was seen as a threat, and I probably would've been shot.
The waitress took our orders, Pyro ordered coffee, Rouge sweet tea (stereotypical?) and I just got a coke without ice.
"What happened to her?" Pyro asked, I leaned my elbows on the table and inclined my head towards them.
"I killed her." I whispered, and both of their eyes widened in fear.
"Why?" Rouge asked, and I leaned back resting my back against the booth seat.
"I wasn't a good person then. It was during a period in my life when I was somewhat free, and I was on the side of England. I had infiltrated where she was being kept in Berlin, and I killed her in order to spare the lives of millions." I said flatly. She looked at me with wide eyes.
"How could you not try and save her?" She asked, and Pyro looked like he shared her concern. I frowned.
"Didn't I tell you I was dangerous Rouge? I wasn't a nice person, I'd killed hundreds of families and children before her, and I had killed hundreds after her. It's what I did, and there is nothing I can do to change it now." I said softly, no emotion playing on my face. She shook her head softly.
"Logan heard what you were saying about yourself when you ran out yesterday. He said you called yourself a monster. I told him he was wrong, because you ain't one. No monster would remove herself from others to protect them." She said strongly, smiling.
"I'm the exception to that rule. I'm not a good person, maybe a long time ago I was…but not now." I muttered.
"Hey, anyone who can stick it to goody-two shoes Bobby and Kitty the whore has to be a good person." Pyro interjected. I grinned.
"I'm glad that I wasn't the only one that thought Kitty looked like a whore. Bobby Boy looked kinda like one too, after she rubbed all her makeup off on him." I said, smiling as the waitress got our drink order, then our food order.
Pyro laughed and Rouge looked hurt. I raised my eyebrow, "Why so blue kid? You got it in for Bobby Boy?" I asked, Pyro scowled, and I shot him a look that said 'kid, I'm on your side so chill' and he calmed down a bit.
"Bobby and I used to go out, and Kitty and I used to be friends…" She started, and I got the picture. Best friend and Boy toy eloped. Ew, how shameful. Not to mention they left her in the dust, without a care, and from how she acted towards them, he probably cheated on her. What an asshole.
"Say no more, I've got the picture. I'm sure after today's class, National Geographic has the video…" I said, drawling off, to look out the door and into the night. It was dark. Pyro snorted into his coffee, and Rouge laughed out loud.
I laughed at both of them.
"HAH, you guys lol-d." I said between laughs. Roughed looked up at me while catching her breath from laughing. Pyro was busy cleaning himself off.
"Loled? Do you mean l.o.l?" She asked, and I shrugged.
"Lol'd, l.o.l, same difference." I said, and Pyro snickered. He made lovey dovey eyes at Rouge, and I'm glad I had sunglasses on, cause I rolled my eyes. Also, when I say lovey dovey I mean the LOVE look, not the FUCK look. There is a huge difference.
The women brought us our food, and I decided to keep the conversation growing.
"So Sherlock, you can control fire? That's pretty badass. It's better than walking through walls." I prompted, and he smirked.
"Yeah, I can control it, but can't create it." He said disappointed, I snorted.
"Boy, do you know how many flammable items are in here right now? All you need is a spark, and you can work from there. Then all you have to focus on, is creating that spark. You start big, and move smaller." I said, dumping ketchup on my hashbrowns. He looked impressed.
"Wow, I never thought about it like that." He said. I shrugged.
"In theory, you should be able to control lightning as well, because lightning is a more erratic form of fire, caused by static energy that is so strong, it causes oxygen and carbon molecules to react sporadically, causing a chain reaction similar to how friction starts fire." I continued, and they both gaped at me.
"What?"
"You're really smart, like Doctor Grey smart." Rouge explained. I shrugged it off. You pick up things after awhile. Don't ask me anything about chemistry, I'd probably look at you like a deer in headlights.
"What's your power?" Pyro asked, and I looked at him. I pressed a finger to my lips to signal for him to be a little more discreet.
"I was born with empathy, and immortality. I picked up a few others in my life." I repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time. I hated it when I had to repeat myself. It got on my fucking nerves…
"What other ones?" He pressed. I sighed.
"Well, I can walk on walls and ceilings. I can merge into shadows, and move through them. I can do other things, but there best not spoken of here." I explained. Rouge looked at me, and moved her plate to the side. I finished mine, and moved it as well.
"Why are your eyes different?" She asked, and I scowled, looking out the window next to us into the night.
"Every part of me is different then when I was first born. I used to have tan skin, freckles, brown eyes, brown black hair. Like normal people, it was nice. Now all the color I used to have has long left me. I think with each ability I gained, the more I became black and white like I am now." I said very quietly. I left the money on the table, and we got up to leave. I noticed, there was no one in the parking lot. Something was WAY off. It felt like the world was off kilter, then the Waffle House turned off all it's lights. For people who don't know, Waffle House never shuts it's lights off.
I narrowed my eyes. "Rouge, Sherlock, get in the Shadows." I whispered, suddenly, lights blared, and there were no shadows.
OH shit we were so fucked. I turned to them, and grabbed their shoulders. I concentrated on Xavier's office in the school, and then they were gone. I ran for my car, but I didn't make it.
Gun shots; I heard gun shots from behind, and I felt them singe my flesh as it went straight through my shoulder and through my car window. I turned around unfazed.
"Is this it?" I asked in a bored tone. The blood pulled itself away from the ground and back into my wounds before they closed. A man with grey hair stepped out, he looked old and was definitely military. He was wearing a nice suit, and there was an extremely tall handsome man next to him. He looked like a god damn animal.
"Let me guess, you've been following me. You want to kill me, because I'm a monstrous freak. Or, you want to do experiments on me." I said sardonically. Then I grinned. "I've got to tell you though, if you fuck up my sunglasses, I'll play jump rope with your spine." I said brashly. Hope they didn't call my bluff… I was against hurting people now. Scaring them was one thing, like with Bobby and Kitty earlier, but injuring? No. Not anymore.
The old man laughed, and it sounded cruel. I narrowed my eyes, and shifted for my car. The tall man in the dark coat shifted towards me, as a warning. I paused, I didn't want to battle it out with some dude, when I could just talk it out and run.
"We've been trying to find you now for some time. I must say, you've been hard to track down. No files on you, no registered finger prints, no social security number. All we had to go on was eye witnesses." He said, his tone cold and calculating. He made me think of that evil old man.
"You seem to know so much about me! And I don't know anything about you, Mr.-" I prompted sarcastically.
"Stryker. And what's yours?" He asked, the man next to him shifted impatiently. The shadows hid most of his face from me, but he was putting me on edge. I smiled, faking politeness towards Stryker.
"So you're telling me, you've been following me for God knows how long, and you don't even know my name?" I asked shocked. Really? I mean, really?
I tried to gradually shift towards the car, but the moment I leaned towards it, the tall man moved towards me. I glared at him, and tensed. I could fight really well unarmed, but I was more at home with my swords. Also, because my katana's were long weapons, they could keep me from having to fight hand to hand and grant me the distance to run if need be.
"There are precious few records we could find on you," He said, like he was trying to excuse himself for being rude. I snorted.
"Why the hell do you need my name anyway? Need to something to write on the labels of the specimen jar's?" I countered. I didn't want these people to know my name. At all.
He smiled disarmingly, and I sneered back. The man next to him seemed to grow very impatient. I took a leap for my car, and everyone rained bullets down upon me. I stood, swaying back and forth as they passed through me, tearing through organs and bone before I heard them run out of ammunition. The last of my blood pulled itself back into my body almost instantaneously. I crossed my arms, and scoffed. Great, now my clothing was riddled with bullet holes.
"That was rude." I snapped, brushing off the gun powder from my clothes. My sunglass had made it intact though. That was good, I had gotten them from some hippie high on weed in '67. They nice as shit, and irreplaceable. "Well, at least you didn't fuck up my sunglasses. They're priceless." I muttered, trying to make small talk and be accommodating.
"I'm here because you're a mutant." Stryker said finally. I scoffed.
"Unless you plan on killing me, I'm more trouble than I'm worth." I said sincerely. He paused, like he hadn't expected me to say that.
"I need you to join my team… You see, we capture mutants-" I glared at that.
"You know, I remember back in like the seventies or eighties when you were the big hotshot Politian. No one could touch you, you were like fucking Stalin. Well, that was before your epic fail on Liberty Island, wasn't it? I don't think I'll be helping you Mr. Stryker." I said, my voice emotionless and yet sounding mocking at the same time.
"Victor," He said, and the tall man tensed, before launching himself at me.