Hey, everyone. I finally got a new chapter together, and I know it's a long one. Both Remy and Rogue are going to end up in Bayville, but how long will it take them to find each other and will Rogue remember Remy when she sees in?
Chapter Ten: Destination New York
Rogue had never been this far north before, and it was all a little startling. She was used to the easy, quiet country living, but this was the big city and everything about it was accelerated to a height she never imagined possible. She couldn't deny that it was exciting, but it didn't make it any less overwhelming.
As she rode the bus to what was to be her new home she was nervous. She only had a little more than the clothes on her back and weeks of lost memories. Her mother told her she was in an accident and the amnesia was only temporary, but she had a feeling her mother didn't tell her the whole story.
She remembered before waking up in that dungeon, but the last memory she had before that was being at that dance and hurting the boy she once had a crush on, then being chased by a band of mutant hunters. Still, her memories were fuzzy on that. Only time would tell if all that happened to her was really as black and white as her mother put things. Life was full of grays and the more she saw of the world the more she knew that to be true.
The bus stopped at the despot a few blocks away from her new home. She walked off the bus and was hit by the noon day sun. It was warm on her face, which was the only exposed skin she possessed. She was forced to cover herself as much as possible, and the reason was that her skin was poison. She was cursed never to touch or be touched.
It wasn't natural not to be touched, but fate had dealt her a losing hand and now she had to play it.
She had one single small bag full of mostly clothes her mother had bought her, and they would have to due until she was able to acquire some money of her own and get some things she actually liked.
She took the piece of paper out of her pocket and looked at the address written on it. She had a small map and followed the directions and hoped she didn't get lost. She found the street easily enough which was called Ravenswood. It looked quiet and quaint, just the kind of place she expected. She followed the house numbers until she found the right house.
There was a sign out front the read: The Brotherhood House. She thought it was kind of a weird name. The only houses she knew to have names were owed by rich people who were trying to get attention.
This was the place and although it was a nice house it was a little rundown. She walked up to the door and was about to knock, but she noticed that the door was open a crack.
She walked in and looked around. The place was quiet but as she took a few steps the floorboards creaked. The place looked like one of one of those old haunted houses and she could imagine what it looked like at night with all the lights out. Creepy was the word that came to mind, but then again she kind of liked creepy.
The silence was finally broken but the sounds of voices coming from the second floor. She stood in the entrance hall as the group of teenage boys came stumping down the stairs.
There was a guy with silvery hair whose fast speech made it hard for her to understand him. There was also the big kid with a blonde Mohawk who looked to be at least 300 pounds. There was also a handsome Brown-haired guy who looked fairly normal and weird kid with a greenish complexion and yellow teeth who had just slid down the banister head first.
"Well, well," the brown-haired guy said. "Principal Darkholme said there would be girl living here, but this..."
"Hey, Vampirella," the green kid said and jumped off the railing. Rogue wasn't expecting him to jump three feet in the air but he landed right in front of her.
Rogue should have taken his remark as an insult, but by how she dressed and wore her makeup and hair it was an accurate description. "Want a fist in the mouth?" Rogue asked as she looked the strange kid right in eye. He seemed to back off a little from her.
"Oh, those are fightin', ain't they, Toad?" The brown-haired boy said and jump off the last step followed by his silvery-haired friend who seemed to disappeared and reappear across the room. These boys were definitely mutants. "That ain't no way to talk to a lady," he added as he approached her. "Lance Alvers at your service." He held out his hand, but she refused to take it.
"Ah'm sure," Rogue and looked around. "So what do ya all do for fun around here?"
"Whatever we want," Lance said and suddenly the room beban to shake. She was not impressed.
"Hey, guys, we could have a lot of fun with her around," the silver-haired boy said and zipped right in front of her standing next to Lance. She just rolled her eyes thinking that she had to live in house full of horny teenage boys trying to get in her pants. Well, they were in for a big surprise.
"Where's mah room?" she asked, her voice testy.
"Top of the stairs," the big kid said and pointed with his finger. "Second door to the left." He was standing at the bottom of the stairs as she passed him.
"Well, at least there one gentleman in this house," she said and stumped up the stairs leaving to four boys to wonder.
She followed his directions and walked into the room that the big told her was to be hers. She looked around and saw that there was nothing impressive about it, just a single bed with a basic wooden headboard, and simple wooden desk and dresser with a mirror. She dumped her clothes in one of the drawers and took the only book she had out. The title was A Dozen Black Roses, a book she had gotten on the Greyhound's last stop before reaching the city.
She sat down on the bed and opened up the book and began reading. She could hear the noises the boys were making from downstairs. She wondered what it would take to get the room soundproof.
After about fifteen minutes of not being able to concentrate on reading she got up off the bed. She was still all covered up in layers of clothes and just now wondered why. She was stifling hot, and there was no one else around so it was safe. She stripped down to her tank top and put on the only pair of shorts she owned. Only when she was alone could she be free. She hated the fact that she was a prisoner of her own body, but it was the hand she was dealt.
She looked in the mirror at herself. She had little makeup on, if any at all and she was moderately bare. This was her, the person the world would never get to see. I sort of depression set in. How she wanted things to be different, but they were what they were. As she looked deeper, something told her that this was not the place that she belonged. The problem was is that she didn't know where she was supposed to be. She hoped one day she would figure it out.
Tara, Bruno and Remy arrived late that same night at the Xavier Institute. They were given temporary rooms in the guest area until permanent room assignments could be issued. It was late so they all had just a quick snack and it was off the bed. Remy and Bruno shared a room, while Tara was given one of the smaller rooms. She would most likely have a roommate eventually and she would have liked it to be Bruno, but she knew there was no way that was going to happen.
She settled into her room quickly and went right to sleep. She was so exhausted after everything that had been happening. She wanted to call her sister, but it was late and unfortunately she left her cell phone at home.
She would have to wait to get a new one, but until then she would have to use one if the institute's land lines. She didn't want Sasha to worry, but she would have to call her when she knew the girl was not in the house. She didn't want her mother or even her father around when she did call.
Since her wings spouted she had been sleeping on her stomach, which wasn't the most comfortable position but necessary. She settled down for the night and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
In the room next door Bruno was still trying to get settled. He was just as tired as Tara, but he was so wound up he couldn't bring himself to try to hit the sack.
Instead he looked out the window and out at the view of the water fountain. "Have you ever noticed how destructive water can be?" he asked while looking out loud but not directing the question to his new roommate.
"Yeah," Remy said as he unpacked his bag. "Can flood a whole city."
"That's true," Bruno said and came a sat down at the edge of his bed. "It can also save a life."
Remy wasn't really listening, because he was going through his things, but they were items that were in reality not his. There was a novel, which was a vampire book, and a sketch book, a pair of black leather gloves, and a girl's makeup bag that had a particular piece of jewelry hidden in the side picket on the inside.
He took it out and held onto the butterfly necklace. "Hey, man, what's that?"
"Oh, dis, belongs to a friend," he said, admiring the piece. "Holdin' on to it for her."
"Oh, a girl," Bruno said with a sly smile. "Girlfriend?"
"Yeah, sort of, but I don' know where she is right now," he said, holding the metal necklace up to the light. As it simmered in the light he could only think of the girl who once wore it. She was in this city somewhere, and something told him that, and he was going to find her no matter what he had to do.
"It looks like a piece of cheap metal," Bruno came over to inspect the thing, "but it looks familiar."
"Belongs to my girl, Anna Marie," he said and put it back in the in black makeup case. "I won it for her a long time ago when we was jus' kids. When I find her again I'm gonna give it back to her."
"Hey, was it from some street vendor in New Orleans?" Bruno asked and Remy looked up in surprise.
"Yeah, how did you know?" he asked.
"Because that's the same story Rogue told me and Tara a million times. She would say the boy who won it for her was her true love and all that carp."
"You know Rogue?" Remy asked stunned by this revolution. Bruno nodded and Remy reached in to his pocket and pulled out a picture. "Dat her?"
"Yeah, but she told her name was Annie Marie?" Bruno asked.
"Dat's what she said it was back when we was kids," Remy said. "We were both snatched and taken ta dis lab, but I got her outta dere."
"So all these dreams she told about were actually true," Bruno said, shaking his head. "Anna Marie? No one ever called her that, at least not since I've known her.
In fact, no one knew her real name. She would never tell anyone." Then Bruno thought for a minute while studying the photo. "Do you know where she's been? A few weeks ago she took off from Caldecott and no one's seen her since."
"She was in New Orleans," he said. "She was stayin' at my place which it where she was when de took her."
"She was kidnapped?" Bruno asked. "Damn! When Tara finds out..."
"Can't tell her," Remy said with an intense look in his eye. "Can't tell no one... Not 'til I find her and get her some place safe."
"At least let me help," Bruno said with a look of concern on his face, but Remy turned away from him. "Come on, man, she's my friend and Tara would never forgive me if something happened to Rogue. Besides, Tara would kill me if I didn't lift a finger to help."
After some hesitation and seeing the sincerity in Bruno's face, Remy let out a deep sigh. "Fine, but we leave this between us," Remy said as Bruno returned the picture to him.
Bruno gave a yawn and stretched his arms up in the air. "I think I'm gonna crash."
"Yeah, me too," Remy said and plopped down on his bed. The problem was he didn't sleep. All he could do was sit up looking at Rogue's picture, wondering where she was and if she was okay.
Rogue woke early the next morning despite the fact the boys kept her up have the night arguing and didn't sleep more than an hour straight. It finally quieted down about 4 am but Rogue still couldn't get to sleep, and she knew why. She had that dream again, the one of the boy calling her from beyond this misty swamp repeating the same four words.
"Come back to me."
She would always wake up in a cold sweat, so after 5:30am showed on her alarm clock she finally gave up and got out of bed. She went into the bathroom and took a shower and changed clothes. No one was up yet, so getting up super early had its advantages. She would get some peace and quiet.
She hadn't as of yet met the woman who ran this place, because she fell asleep before she had arrived, so she figured she would meet her some time that morning. She did call Irene the night before telling she arrived safely, and again her mother was unavailable to speak to her.
She walked into the kitchen with her stomach growling and had no idea what kind of supplies were available, but she would make due with whatever they had.
To her delight she found that she had her pick of just about anything. She decided she was going to make omelets. Since there was four other kids in the house she thought two each would be plenty, except for the big kid. He could probably eat a dozen easy but he would have to settle on six, and a plate of sausage links would be sufficient.
She spent the next hour cooking up a storm and in the once quiet house she heard footsteps stumping down the stairs. Yes, the troops were awake and no doubt hungry. Rogue just hoped she made enough to accommodate everyone.
The big kid entered the kitchen first. She turned around from the stove in the middle of frying up some sausage to see him take a big whiff of air.
"Smells good," he said in his slightly gruff voice. "Sausage is my favorite."
"Everything's your favorite," the white-haired boy said after zipping in to the kitchen. "Well, well, here's a girl who knows all about woman's work."
Rogue turned to him giving her very pissed off death stare. "Would ya like to take over, Speedy?"
"The name's Quicksilver, sweetie," he said coming towards her. "As in, quick footed, quick minded and quick witted."
"More like dimwitted to me," she said, turning her attention to what was in her skillet. The remark got a chuckle out of the big kid.
"Laugh it up, Blob," the guy calling himself Quicksilver said. Of the four boys she met yesterday the one called Blob seemed the one to have the most manners.
"Don't pay attention to him, Miss Rogue," he said and sat down at the table. "He's just jealous because he can't cook."
"Real men don't cook," Quicksilver said and zipped over to the skillet and stole a piece of sausage. "Ah, better than tours, Blob Boy."
Rogue smacked him hand but he zipped back to the table.
"The name is Fred," the big kid said. Rogue didn't hang around long enough yesterday to catch all their names, and after the less than hospitable welcome she received she wasn't sure she wanted to get to know this bunch.
"So, you cook?" Rogue asked directing the question to Fred.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said as she made him up a plate. She brought it over and sat it in front of him.
"Boy, am I hungry," he said and dug in as Rogue walked over to the counter and made up a plate for herself.
She sat down at the table next to Fred ignoring Quicksilver.
"Hey, where's mine?" he asked.
"Get it yourself," Rogue said and dug into her food.
Fred just laughed. "That's what you get for not respecting a lady."
Quicksilver grumbled and rose to his feet zipping across the kitchen to make himself a plate. Rogue couldn't help but quietly laugh at the boy, but he did deserve it after how he acted.
At that moment the two other boys who lived in the house entered the kitchen. "Hey, did Blob cook again today," the boy she remembered as Lance said. "I thought it was Pietro's turn?"
"It was, but Roguey over here made it," the silver-haired boy said.
"Good," the toad boy said. "Your cooking reeks. The flies in the window tastes better."
"That's disgusting," Rogue said and got up from the table and took her empty plate and put it in the sink.
She was about to exit the kitchen when she heard Lance's voice. "Hey, ain't you going to serve us."
"Hell, no," She said still standing in the doorway. "And ya all can do the dishes."
Rogue walked out into the living room and turned on the television. Cartoons were the best thing this time of morning, and she turned it on just for a distraction. She had her book with her and thought she could take a little time to read while they fought over the leftover food.
It wasn't long before a woman entered the room. Rogue had been given a brief description of her from her mother, but it was still a little strange seeing a blue woman in a white dress standing before her.
"You must be Rogue," the woman said and held out her hand. Even though she had her gloves on, she was still reluctant to take it.
"You're Mystique, right?" she asked.
"Yes," the woman said and sat down next to her. "Have the boys behaved themselves?"
"Yeah... Well...sort of, but ah can handle it."
"I'm sure you can," the woman said giving her a smile. "Now after breakfast I want to have a little training session outside, and don't worry… the property in enclosed so no one on the outside will see."
"Okay," Rogue and turned back to her book. It wasn't long before the boys came out of the kitchen. They were loud and boisterous and arguing about something that Rogue couldn't make out.
"Hey, great breakfast," Lance said, looking towards Rogue. "It's too bad Blob ate most of it."
"So what's for dinner?" the toad boy asked.
Rogue just rolled her eyes thinking she had made a big mistake in making everyone breakfast. She wasn't going to allow herself to be turned into a maid.
"Whatever you're making," Rogue said and stood up. She knew for sure that she wasn't going to let these boys walk all over her if she put her food down from the start.
"What?!" Pietro shouted. "If we're going to get stuck with a girl in this house at least she can do the cooking."
"I'll make dinner, Miss Rogue," Fred said in a gentle voice. Then he turned to his buddies with a scowl. "I wouldn't want you to get food poisoning with anything they would make."
The other boys hooting and wrestling and basically poking fun at the big boy but in Rogue's opinion he was pretty nice.
"Enough!" Mystique raised her hands up and said. The boys quieted down and they all looked over to their caretaker. "Since Rogue is new to our group I want to put you all through some special training, and the best way to do that us for Rogue to know your strengths and weaknesses.
"So we get to impress the lady with our talents," Pietro said with a smirk. "I just hope it isn't much for her."
Rogue just rolled her eyes as the rest of the boys laughed. "Outside all of you," Mystique commanded.
Lance and Fred walked to the back door at a leisurely pace while Toad jumped about on all the walls and furnishings until he finally catapulted himself out the door and landed in a tree. Pietro was nowhere to be found as he just zipped from one spot to another at lightning speed.
By the time the rest of the group reached the training area Quicksilver was standing in front of the Oak tree finishing off an apple.
"It's about time you got here," he said and threw the apple rind into the nearby garbage can. "So, are we training or what?"
Rogue observed while the boys attempted to outdo each other. They all had great powers but suspected that they weren't using all their full potential. None of them seemed to take training seriously, and she thought about what she could do with those powers even if it only lasted temporarily. She only had a taste of what her powers could do during the incident in Mississippi and would like to experiment more, but she didn't want to hurt anyone.
Of the four boys it looked like Fred who they called the Blob came out as the victor. "I won again!" he shouted and raised his hands in victory.
"Not so fast, Blob," Mystique said and approached him. Since you're the winner you have to fight our new recruit."
He looked shocked trying to assess his size with Rogue's, not only was she a fraction of his size but she was a member of the opposite sex. One thing he learned even at a young age was never to hit a girl. "No way am I fighting a girl," he said and tried to walk away.
"Yes, you will," Mystique said and came towards Rogue. "I want you to use your powers on our three losers."
"What?" Rogue looked shocked and shook her head. "No, ah ain't gonna do It."
"It's alright," Mystique said as she pulled her aside. "I know you want to show those boys how to win. Take their powers and show them how to bring down the strongest."
"Well..." she said hesitantly. "Ah won't hurt 'em right?"
"No, of course not... not permanently," Mystique said, but Rogue wondered what she truly hoped to achieve by this exercise. "Now, just a touch from each will do it."
Rogue took off her gloves and approached the three fallen boys. Toad was the first to drop. Both avalanche and Quicksilver freaked out seeing little Todd Talansky on the ground unconscious.
"What the hell did she do to him?" Avalanche said pointing at Toad where he lay.
"The same thing ah'm gonna do to you," Rogue said.
"Oh, hell, no," Avalanche said and backed off. Rogue kept walking towards him so he used his powers and the ground shook, but Rogue reacted quickly and jumped up onto a tree branch.
"Take him now!" Mystique said and Rogue jumped down from the tree and grabbed hold of him toppling him to the ground. She touched his arm and felt his powers entering her body as well as his memories. There was one image that stood out. It was the face of a young brunette and knew immediately that the girl was someone he had strong feelings for.
She then looked over to Quicksilver who looked so smug. "Hey, girly, want my powers, you're going to have to work for it."
He then took off running but Rogue stumped her foot on the ground and Quicksilver lost his balance and stumbled to the ground. She wasted no time and jumped into the air and took him down within seconds. He let out a scream for a second or so, but he was soon out cold.
"Well, Freddy, you're the only one left," Rogue said as Mystique grinned. She had three different mutant powers, and he warded off these powers by their original possessors so he was confident that he would win this fight too.
He stood his ground as Rogue came towards him using Quicksilver's speed, but he easily dodged her. She then used Avalanche's power to make the ground rumble and made him lose his balance partially, and he staggered towards him but jumped out of his way and used her tongue to slime him in the face. While he was disoriented and couldn't see, she jumped on his back and took him down. The big guy was out like a light, and Rogue was the overall winner of the day.
"Very well done, Rogue," Mystique said and came over towards her. "Now, take a break while the boys recover. We'll continue training after lunch. Tomorrow you start school."
"Thank you, Ma'am," she said trying to be polite, but after the fighting she had done it would seem kind of odd. Above all she was a lady and did take it easy on the boys. If she had used her powers in anger she had no doubt she could have caused great harm or even killed them.
She didn't mind the borrowing of powers. That part of her abilities she could deal with, but the stolen memories were harder to deal with. Each one of these boys had a lot a rage which they masked through jokes and stupid comments, but they were all bruised souls. She wished more than anything that she didn't know about it.
The next morning Remy woke early. Sleep came hard unlike Bruno who seemed to sleep like a baby. Every time he would close his eyes all he could see was Anna Marie calling for him. She needed his help He was sure, but right now he was helpless to do anything because and he had no idea where she was.
While Bruno was still sleeping, Remy leafed through Rogue's sketchbook. He was looking for something, but he didn't know what. Perhaps there was some clue in one of her drawings that would help him find her. The problem was that he was so tired that his mind wasn't functioning correctly, but the trouble was that there was no way he could get some sleep now. The sun was rising, so sleep would have to wait.
He thought it would be a good idea to hop in the shower before anyone else woke up. Early morning solitude was quite appealing right then.
After taking a quick shower he changed clothes. Just when he was ready to start the day Bruno was just waking up. He jumped out of bed as soon as the alarm clock went off. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Great morning, isn't it?" Bruno said as he missed up in a shaggy shoulder length black hair.
"Yeah, great," Remy said and picked up a small box made of iron. He removed the contents which was a small green stone and stuck it in his pocket.
"Hey, what was that?" Bruno asked.
"Somet'in' dat belongs t' Anna Marie," he said and made sure the stone was secure.
"The problem is we don't even know where she is," Bruno said as he reached in to the dresser drawer for a t-shirt. He took a black one and slipped it on.
"Well, if I find her I'm gonna give it back," he said and put his hand on the packet that contained the stone and felt the lump it made. All he could think of was that beautiful smile he used to see on her that was only for him.
"Correction... when we find her," Bruno said and grabbed a towel from the bottom drawer. He had swiped it from the linen closet the night before.
"Jus' remember t'keep this between us. No blabbing to your girl."
"Don't worry, Remy, no one's going to know," Bruno said and thought for a moment. "Wait a minte, that's why you agreed to come here, isn't it?" Remy didn't say anything. "Yeah, it is. You have no interest in fighting the good fight."
"De love of a woman is de only incentive Remy needs," he said and gave a smirk. "What if dat were Tara?"
"You got me," Bruno said with a laugh. "I'd do anything for her." With that he walked down the hall to take a shower.
Remy left the room and walked down the hall searching for the stairway. Just as he was about to descend the stairs, a dark haired girl almost ran into him.
"Oh, sorry," she said and Remy looked over and recognized her as Bruno's girl, Tara.
"Dat's okay, petite," he said and gave a bow. "Ladies first."
"So have you seen Bruno?" She asked as they walked down the stairs together.
"In de shower," Remy said as he noticed the over-sized sweatshirt she was wearing. "You know you could have flown down."
"Maybe... when it's working," She said and looked down at the floor. "They... Uhh...have a mind of their own sometimes."
"Remy starving, hope de got breakfast goin' 'round dis place," Remy said as they reached together for the dining hall.
"I guess we'll soon find out," she said as Remy opened the double doors which he hoped would lead to the promise of breakfast.
Once they entered they saw a woman with long white hair and dark skin there to greet them. On the plane ride back Scott and Jean gave the three of them the rundown on all the staff and other students, and Remy remembered her as the one called Storm.
"Good morning," she said very formally. She looked to be a very elegant lady with the manners to match.
"Storm, right?" Remy said and pointed a finger at her.
"Yes, Mister LeBeau, but you may call me Ororo."
"Sure thing thing, teach," Tara said giving her a grin. "I hope there's something good for breakfast."
"Well, yes, there is," Storm said and exited the room for what Remy and Tara both guessed was the kitchen.
"I'm guessing that lady is the cook," Tara said.
"Yeah, she's like the best." Tara turned around to see a pretty petite brunette standing behind her. "You must be the new girl."
"Yeah, I'm Tara and this is Remy," she said and checked to make sure her wings were behaving.
"Hi, I'm Kitty, and welcome to Mutant Manor," the girl said. "Hey, do you want to help with serving. The rest of the kids will be down soon, so it's best to have the food ready just in case... the animals come out."
"I get it," Tara said with a laugh and followed Kitty to one of the exit doors. "My little sister gets that way."
Remy wasn't alone long in the dining room because a rumbling came from the stairs along with a lot of chattering gibberish that he couldn't make out. He figured he would get a seat now before the room filled out. He wasn't for sure how many students there were but he had a knack for always thinking ahead, especially when it came to food. His early life growing up on the street taught him that.
The once quiet dining became rather crowded and noisy as a half a dozen teenage kids swarmed into the room. A once large room seemed smaller as everyone piled into the room. Bruno took the seat next to Remy.
"So where's Tara?" Bruno asked. He was sure to save the seat next to him for his girlfriend.
"She in de kitchen wild dat girl Kitty," Remy said just as the two girls came back into the dining room with a cart if food.
"Hey, it's about time," a dark-skinned kid with blonde hair said. A spike came out of her arm and he attached a thin rope and threw it capturing and four pancakes in the process.
"Hey, Evan, can't you wait until we at least put the platter on the table?" Kitty said and slammed the platter down in the middle of the table.
"Kitty's in a bad mood," a blue kid with a demon tail said which he used to pour himself a glass of orange juice.
He then disappeared and reappeared at the breakfast cart and took a few items and disappeared again and reappeared in his seat in a matter of seconds leaving behind a puff of blue smoke showing every place had had been. So they had a teleporter, Remy thought. This was an interesting bunch.
Remy wondered what other powers this odd group possessed. He still had no idea what kind of power the girl calling herself Kitty had.
At that moment, Storm and the Professor came into the room. He took his place at the head of the table while the white-hailed woman sat to his right. The only one Remy could see missing was Logan, the guy who recruited him. He was a mysterious one, and he thought it best not to ask... for now.
"Good morning, everyone," Professor Xaiver said.
"Morning," everyone said but were more interested in the breakfast delights created by their teacher Storm.
"I want you all to welcome three new recruits," he said and looked over towards the three new teenagers. "At the end is Remy LeBeau, and next to him is Bruno Gallo and finally Tara Grimsby." They all gave a little wave as their names were called out.
"Hey, man, this is cool," Evan said. "Any of you guys skateboard?" Remy turned away and shook his head which Evan gave a disappointed look to.
"Bruno does," Tara said and gave a little laugh, "but I can't say he can stay on it."
"I refer my bike," he said and took a bite of his hash browns.
"Wow! You have a cool boyfriend, T," Kitty said, "and she has such a cool power."
"Really, what is it?" the blue-skinned kid asked. It was a little jarring to see someone who looked like him, but he seemed like a sweet guy.
"I fly... well... kind of," She said. "When my wings cooperate."
"You have wings?" he asked and she nodded. "Cool, my name's Kurt, but you can call me the incredible Nightcrawler."
"Incredible?" Kitty said laughing. "Yeah, right."
"So incredible that you fell out of a tree in our last training session," Evan said and joined in on the laughter.
"Hey, teleporting through a forest isn't easy," Kurt said but he also laughed. Even though it was sort of humiliating, looking back it was kind of funny, and he learned how to swing on a vine like Tarzan that day.
Breakfast was a light-hearted task, and when it was done the three teenagers were given a proper tour of the place.
Kitty had agreed to share a room with Tara, and was in fact quite excited about. Remy and Bruno would continue to share a room in the boy's wing and the rest of the day was used to getting them settled.
Tomorrow would mark their first day of school. Tara was excited about that even though Bruno and Remy didn't look too enthusiastic. Remy was almost eighteen but still had a year if school left. After He had dropped out at the end of last year, he never thought he would be dropping back in, but it was one if Xavier's rules. He figured that he had a better chance of finding Rogue using this man's resources than he would on his own. He would endure it for now, but through all if this he had made a new friend in Bruno. He was sure the boy would not divulge any of his secrets.
That end of this one, but I'll be starting on a new chapter very soon. It's the first day of school for our new recruits. What could go wrong? Try everything. Plus Remy is in for a shock. Remember to review and see you next time.