Wow, who knew you're life could change so much in such a short time. I thought, still stunned at the events of this afternoon. I sighed and unlocked the door to my new room. This was all so surreal, it couldn't be possible, they must be lying…but they have so much proof.
Once inside the room, I went quickly over to the window and sat down, this was my first chance just think since they told me.
Two hours ago
"Hmm," Hank McCoy mused, looking over my results. I waited patiently on the examination table and tried to ignore Scott, Sean Cassidy and Professor Xavier's stares. I don't know what their problems were, but they hardly looked away from me during the whole time I was in their MedBay. It was weird.
"So, er, did I pass?" I asked. It was always hard to use manners around people when not long ago you thought they were trying to kill you or something. Then again, growing up with the Brotherhood I never did learn very many manners.
Oops, better watch my thoughts around the mind reader, I thought hastily glancing at Charles Xavier. I knew he was, like, the most powerful telepath on the planet, but I was still trying to use my powers to hide anything to do with the Brotherhood in my mind. I knew about their frequent clashes with the X-Men, and I didn't want them to know that I was affiliated with the 'bad guys'. I didn't know if I could do it though, I mean, Magneto was always going on about how much power I had but still, this was freak'n Charles Xavier!
"You stats seem to be normaling quickly, but you've still got a way to go. You're past the danger, but you should take it very easy with your abilities for the next couple of days." Dr. McCoy told me.
"And from what I can see while you're blocking me, your psychic powers are the same." Professor Xavier told me, smiling.
I ducked my head, a little embarrassed. I didn't want this guy to know everything in my mind, but I didn't want him to know that I was trying to block him. It would seem like I was hiding something.
"So take two aspirin and call you in the morning?" I joked, hopping off the examining table. "Great, so I cane go home now?"
Dr. McCoy and Professor Xavier exchanged looks before glancing at Scott.
"Er, I think we need to have a talk before you decide if you want to leave." Professor Xavier said, wheeling closer to me.
"What? You said I could go once I let you run your stupid tests!" I said, backing away. I knew I never should have trusted these guys!
"Alanta, we won't keep you here against your will but we'd appreciate it if you'd discus an important matter with us." Professor Xavier said calmly, his intense blue eyes meeting mine.
I sighed, exasperated. "Seriously, I don't want to go to your school. Like, great that mutants have a safe place here and all, but I don't need this place like some do. So thanks, but no thanks."
I started to walk towards the door, testing to see if they would give the chase again. I'm pretty sure they were sharing the same strange looks they've been sharing since I woke up (I don't know these people, maybe they just do that all the time). As well, I felt Xavier's mind searching mine again, a little more forceful. Now I really put up the defenses just incase he tried to mind control me or something.
"Alanta, wait! Scott is your father!" Sean blurted out. I looked over at Banshee with shock and disbelief, completely stunned that he would say something like that. His companions looked over at him in annoyance, but Scott looked indifferent. His emotions were hid behind his ruby lense glasses and a stony face.
Was this a joke?
Even now I'm in shock, trying to figure out proof that would say they're lying or why they would lie. Hank showed me the different DNA tests he had run and rerun, even running it once more with me watching the whole time. I read each of their minds to detect a lie, but I didn't find one.
But one of the biggest pieces of evidence was a picture of my 'mother', Jean Summers. She-she looked so much like me, just older. I had taken the picture they showed me with me, and now I pulled it out to wonder at it some more. I sat down on the carpeted floor and marveled at the strange treasure.
It was of her sitting on a white swing hanging from a large oak tree in a magnificent garden. It the picture she was pumping her legs to swing higher while laughing and smiling at the camera. She had a really amazing smile, like every happy feeling inside of her was put into it and could make others feel her joy. We had the same face shape and light skin tone, and I could defiantly see a resemblance for our noses. Her fiery red hair blew softly behind her, catching sunlight in her locks. I ran a hand through my own hair, marveling at how we had the exact same hair, just differently kept. While hers was long, wavy and hung down her back, mine was very short and punkish.
We could be twins if not for my eyes.
They told me that I had Scott's eyes. They said they couldn't prove it because of his mutation, but that they swore that's where I got them from. Other than Banshee saying that Scott was my father and about my eyes, they didn't really mention more about our relation. They focused their argument more on Jean than Scott when he showed no interest in convincing me.
What a dick! I thought angrily. So I'm his long lost daughter, apparently returned from the dead, but he acts so indifferent to me! He doesn't say I have to leave but neither did he try to convince me to stay. And why should I stay here! Who cares if I finally found out who my parents are if one of them is dead and the other doesn't want me!
Yeah moron, I mentally kicked myself, so why am I staying?
I heard a door open, interrupting my confused thoughts.
"What!" I growled, turning around.
"Um, this is mah room?" The girl who had just entered the room answered, giving me an odd look. "So Ah just assume Ah'm allowed in here. Who are yah?"
Oh yeah, Hank mentioned that I would have a roommate, maybe two, I thought sheepishly.
"Oh mah God, Jea-" The girl gasped and started to say in her Southern accent.
"No," I interrupted, "I'm not Jean."
I remembered that I was going to have to share a room with this girl so I should try to be nicer to her. I gathered my thoughts and offered her my hand. "My name is Alanta, I'm new here. Um, I guess we're roomies."
The girl stared at my hand, not taking it for sometime.
"Um, I'm not a clone or robot to Jean Summers, by the way." I thought I should add. This school is so weird.
"Oh, Ah'm sorry, didn't mean to leave you hanging there." The girl apologized, giving a sheepish grin. She adjusted her gloves and inspected them before taking my offered hand. "Ah'm Rogue, welcome to the circus we call a school."
Rogue looked to be the same age as me. She had shoulder length, chestnut brown hair with pure white bangs and locks framing her oval shaped face. She was paler then me, which was saying something. Her hazel eyes were more green then brown and were under long lashes. She was dressed sort of like some punk, so I wasn't sure if she wore those gloves as a theme or something.
"Er," Rogue scratched her neck, not sure what to say. "Um, sorry about before, calling yah Jean. Yah, yah just look a lot like her."
"Its alright, I've been getting that since I've come here." I said shrugging.
"She was one of our teachers, and she died recently." Rogue explained. "She was really good to all of us, great teacher too. She, like, really understood us, yah know? Ah mean, all our teachers are mutants, but she really got what its like to not control yahr powers. She took the time ta help us, ta listen ta us-"
Rogue blushed, "Sorry, Ah guess you look so much like her that Ah forgot that yahr not her. Ah didn't mean to babble off yahr ear like that."
"Its alright. Actually, I want to know more about her." I said. I sat down on the bed with plain white sheets and looked up at her.
"Er, alright." Rogue said uncertainly, as if she was beginning to think I was Jean's clone again. "Well, she was-"
"No, seriously, I am going to kill the next moron that comes up with some stupid Twilight joke within my hearing distance!" I heard a girl's voice snarl. I turned toward the door to see another girl enter it. She had red hair, lighter than mine, pulled back in a pony tail. She wasn't very tall but she had muscular arms for a girl her size and had this air about her that she could win any fight. She had a rich accent, I think it was Scottish.
The small girl stormed into the room and jumped onto one of the three beds, where she began beating a pillow to death.
"No-like-I'm-serious. I-am-going-to-kill-Jubilee!" The girl said in between hits. "I am going to punch her in her stupid smug face then drag her off into the bush-"
"Uh, Rahne? Before yah continue talking about murder, yah should be introduced to Alanta." Rogue waved lazy hand towards me, fighting a smile. "She's our new roommate."
"What? Oh, um, whoops." The girl stopped abusing her pillow and leapt gracefully off of the bed to me. She landed with no sound, I noticed impressed. She gave me a grin and slapped me on the shoulder. "Hi, I'm Rahne Sinclar. Don't mind my rants of murder, once you meet the complete jerks in this school you'll do the same."
"Rahne is one of the coolest gals yah can be friends with, and one of the most dangerous people to be enemies with." Rogue said. She grinned wickedly at the smaller girl before turning to me to say, "But she sucks as a roommate. She'll steal all your razors and clogs up the drain after showers."
"Still haven't decided which one you are, Rogue!" Rahne yelled before pouncing on her friend, laughing. Rogue didn't laugh along with her friend, but instead panicked. I felt a rise of emotion come over her, fear mostly, before she pushed her friend away.
"Yah've got ta be more careful around meh Rahne! I could have hurt yah!" Rogue scolded, fiddling with her glove.
"Lighten up!" Rahne said, rolling her eyes. "I was being careful and you were wearing your gloves."
"Yah should be warned Alanta, don't touch meh." Rogue said seriously. "My mutation makes mah skin…dangerous. If we have skin contact, Ah take your thoughts, memories, mutant power and energy from yah. So be careful, don't be like that moron over there."
"I'm the moron?" Rahne asked, insulted.
'Yeah, yah are!"
"Bha, whatever. So what can you do, Alanta?" Rahne asked.
"I'm telepathic and telekinetic." I answered.
"Boring." Rahne replied, earning a slug in the arm from Rogue. "At least my mutation is exceptional. I can transform myself into a wolf and something part way between a wolf and human. I kick ass, in any form."
"Whatever yah say flea bag. So do yah girls want to go ta dinner now? Ah'm starving and Kurt is probably saving us a table." Rogue asked.
"Sure, just as long as I don't have to listen to that stupid firecracker and her sidekicks." Rahne growled, as she went to the closet and pulled out a sweater.
I held back. I really didn't feel ready to go and see the rest of the school. I was probably going to get a lot more "Jean?" and was going to see Scott Summers. Like, its weird enough that I decided to come to the X-Men's school, but its even stranger that I'm giving in this easily.
Rahne ran out the room door but Rogue waited in the entrance, holding open the door for me. "So yah coming Alanta?"
"Uh, sure, um-" I looked around the room and spotted a white hoodie. "But can I borrow this?"
"Sure, go ahead." Rogue gave me a curious look and followed me down the hall. I pulled the hood up to hide my face, in hopes of avoiding the probable occurrence of people looking at me in shock and gasping, 'Jean?'. Keep my head down and blend into the background, that was the plan.
It was when Rogue and I caught up to Rahne and she said, "Hey, you look really familiar, like this teacher we used to have." That I started to realize this wasn't going to work.