Intentions
AN: So, my parents want to visit my siblings in Sarasota, Fl. When my mom was looking for directions, she typed in Saratoga. As in NY. Another look into Scarlettfire's family. :D
Disclaimer: I think its safe to say by now, that i don't own these characters. MARVEL does. (oh, and i wanna thank them. they created my fav. fictional ppl :D)
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Chapter 9: (The Truly Fatherless)
Lexa's glade
Lexa opened her eyes to find no difference. It was night. She was beyond wondering how long she had lain there, the peace was so engraved into her body. Her mind was clear.
Lexa unleashed her claws and began her training regiment. When she was done a tree lay chopped beyond recognition and a rabbit lay at her feet, skinned and ready to be cooked.
Lexa stared a fire, using her claws to ignite a spark. When the rabbit was about to be burnt, Lexa took it from the flames. She ate her meal in comfortable silence. She was rested, but she would wait till morning to truly begin. Until then she would explore the wall she had come to before.
It wasn't far away, Lexa reached it quickly. After two hours, Lexa found the only gate. On her side of the gate was a plaque:
Xavier's School
For
Gifted Youngsters
'School?' Lexa thought. 'What is a school?' Her thoughts were interrupted by the faint sound of an engine over head. It was so quite a sound that she barely heard it, even with her enhanced hearing. If the animals of the night had been loud she would not have heard it at all.
Lexa went retreated away from the gate. If there were camera's anywhere it would near the gate. Once she was far enough away, she leapt over the wall and traveled once again from tree to tree. Following the smell of used fuel and metal.
The trees stopped long before the trail disappeared, in the cover of night, Lexa crept after it. It disappeared into the ground on a patch of black rock, the same rock that the noisy wheeled beasts traveled on. 'Strange.' Lexa thought.
A noise that was not of the night met her ears. She bolted, her scent was left here, that was stupid, but nothing could be done. Tomorrow she would investigate this place, in the light. She hoped to be found.
Lexa waited for dawn. Watching the sky in the glade she had developed the trigger scent in. When the sun showed her shining face, Lexa set out again. She was on the grounds no more than half an hour before she was found.
"Who y' be?" the smell of spice and cigarets reached her nose as she turned. Why hadn't she heard him, or smelled him before? The wind blew and answered one of her questions.
"Who're you?" Lexa growled.
"Y' firs'."
"My name is Lexa Howlett." Lexa gave in, the smell of Weapon X was on him slightly, like he'd just been near him. "I'm lost." Lexa said to play it up. This man knew Weapon X, he would led her to him eventually.
"Den y' come wid Remy." Remy said and nodded his head toward the building. "Dis be a school, Remy take y' te de headmaster." Remy walked off in the direction he had pointed. Lexa followed him with a slow gait, letting her senses take in everything around her.
A fear came over her that she had never felt before. A great desire to keep her thoughts secret. That even not voicing them wouldn't be enough. She would have to avoid the thought completely. Lexa didn't know what the word paranoia meant but she did know the feeling and this wasn't it. This was a genuine need to keep her mind secret. She thought of the calming scent, just the memory soothed her.
"So, this is the girl you found." a man sitting in a chair with wheels said. Lexa took in his scent immediately. It was dominate in a subtle way, clean and reminiscent of rain. Lexa was conflicted, his scent and appearance gave off such a strong wave of trustworthiness, yet he scared her beyond anything she had ever encountered before. Her mind turned to the memory of lemons and sugar but it wasn't enough.
Another scent hit her. So similar at first to her calming scent that she almost thought it was, but it was more feminine, smelling more of limes. Nevertheless it calmed her to nearly the same degree as the other scent. Lexa followed the trail with her eyes. It belonged to a girl of average height and slight build. Her hair was midnight black with the tips dyed red. Her eyes were the most captivating shade of blue Lexa had ever seen.
"Oui, Remy leave 'er wid y' now. Petite." Remy said and nodded at the girl.
"I am Charles Xavier." the sitting man said. "And this is Wanda Maximoff, do you by chance know her in any way?" he asked, obviously noting the stare Lexa gave Wanda.
"No, she only seems familiar." Lexa said. "If I trespassed it was because I was lost." Lexa said. She didn't apologize, she didn't know what that was, nor would she have done so had she known. It was against her nature to be sorry.
"You have my dear, but I suspect that you were not lost. Come to my office, I shall speak more with you there." Charles Xavier said and maneuvered the control under his hand. The chair moved on its wheels to follow his commands. "Wanda, come as well if you will."
Wanda gave Lexa a look, sizing up the dirty girl. "Yes Professor." she said to the man who was quickly rolling away. "Come." Wanda turned back to Lexa.
Lexa followed the two. Both had the scent of Weapon X lingering on them in some fashion. The man more so, he'd been with him more recently. They went down the halls of the mansion. It was beautiful, polished carved wood met rich coloured rugs. More than that what impacted her the most was the multitude of different scents that filled the place. So many people had lived or still lived here. It had such history, yet it was also new. It had an air of the future about it, like it would stand until the end of time, watching what the small ants called humans did with themselves. Lexa herself was of the same kind of futuristic wave, the house made her comfortable, more than any other place had in her roaming of the earth.
"This way if you don't mind." the rolling man said parked in front of a door. Wanda opened it and Lexa went in first. They followed behind. Wanda took a seat in front of the desk Xavier rolled behind. "Please sit."
Lexa sat. "A good place to start might be your name." he said kindly.
"Lexa Howlett." Lexa answered. She breathed in Wanda's scent and focused on answering the question, letting nothing else come forward in her thoughts.
"Well, Lexa, why are you here today?"
"I'm lost." Lexa said feeling the lie and knowing he could as well. "I mean, I know I'm in Bayville, New York, I just don't know where that is." It wasn't untrue.
"Why are you here in the general sense then?" the bald man's voice was not unkind, but it demanded the truth.
"I'm looking for someone." Lexa said. She felt unable to lie, but neither would she tell the whole truth.
"Who is this someone. I'm quite good at finding people." he said. "I might be able to help you."
"I'm looking for my father." Lexa said, not hesitating to use the word. Weapon X was in many ways just that to her, it was from him that she was born. "He is known as Logan." Lexa said. She'd always known his name, but it always seemed more fitting to refer to him as Weapon X, for she was X-23, and she was his clone.
This information seemed to surprise the man, and Lexa got the impression he wasn't often surprised. Beside her she smelt the surprise in Wanda. "Your father?" the girl said in a soft voice that she obviously thought no one could hear.
"Then it seems you've come to the right place. No doubt you've inherited his nose and it led you here." Xavier said. Lexa nodded.
A knock came at the door. A gruff voice called out "Chuck?"
