A/N: I changed Arisnoë's accent so that she pronounces her th's as z's.
Example: There ( zare, and this ( zis.
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The glitter in Amanda's hair shimmered in the moonlight casting a ghostly silver halo of light around her perfectly ironed hair. Her feet padded lightly on the dampened grass, and as she stepped closer to him, Kurt slipped his fuzzy blue arms around her waist, holding her close. He could be himself around Amanda, she loved him for who he truly was, not for who he had to pretend to be. Amanda's soft brown eyes gazed up into Kurt's inky-black ones and she tilted her head upwards, just as he tilted his down towards hers. Right before their lips touched, a long crack resounded in the crisp air. Pulling apart, both freshmen (a/n: what grade are Amanda and Kurt in?) turned to see where the sound had come from, only to find themselves face to face with a creature that could only be dreamt up in some horrible nightmare. Angry red eyes shone out from behind a blackened face, hidden by the shadows. Fangs dripping with something that hideously resembled blood protruded from a scowling mouth while claws raked through the air, slashing at Kurt and Amanda. Advancing slowly, the creature backed the frightened couple into the brick wall surrounding the park, leaving them with no escape.
"Kurt!" Amanda shrieked, her voice full of pure terror. "Get us out of here!"
Focusing all of his energy on his teleportation, Kurt tried to remove the two of them from the monster's view, but something was terribly wrong; he couldn't teleport.
"Kurt!" Her face was streamed with tears now.
"I'm trying! Something's wrong! I can't move!"
Just as the monster closed in on the terrified duo; a bell rang out in the distance, jarring Kurt awake. The only remnant of the horrifying dream was the sound of Amanda's piercing scream, echoing through his skull.
"Uh. . . Kurt? Is everything alright?" A strangled voice questioned.
Looking down, Kurt noticed that he was no longer in his room, but standing on top of Scott's bed, apparently on top of Scott. "Oh, sorry man, I'm not quite sure what happened. . . how did I get here?"
"I'm not quite sure, I felt something hit my stomach, it woke me up, and I found you standing on top of me." Futilely trying to draw in air he gasped, "would you mind getting off?"
"Oh, right, sorry." Hopping off the bed, Kurt's tail whipped Scott in the face. "I don't know what happened. I was having this dream, and I tried to teleport, but couldn't, and when I woke up, I was here." Kurt kept the details of the dream to himself, uneager to share his romantic fantasies with Scott.
"Your attempts to teleport in your dream must have sent you here," Scott rubbed the reddening scrape on his cheek.
"I guess that's possible," his thick accent was lined with an irrepressible sadness.
"Kurt? Are you ok?" Scott stopped mid-stretch, looking genuinely concerned. He was one of the first of the X-men to ever meet Kurt, and in all their years as friends, he had never seen the elf look so down.
"What? Oh, I guess, I don't know . . . the dream, it just seemed so . . . real. . ." he trailed off; as though he was afraid Scott would think he was overreacting.
Scott looked pensive for a moment, then turned to Kurt, the pale sunlight streaming through his windows reflected off of his ruby sunglasses. "You know, the other morning Jean had a nightmare as well, I heard her scream and when I got in there she was levitating towards the ceiling. But she refused to talk about her dream, do you think that your dream is some how related to hers?"
"I guess it is possible, but it vas probably just a nightmare." He admitted.
Getting out of bed, Scott pulled a pair of crumpled jeans up over his boxers and, yawing, made his way towards the bathroom.
"Uh, Scott?" Kurt asked tentatively.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think it's possible that that could actually happen? That we could lose our powers?"
The sound of Kurt's anxious voice made Scott turn around mid-step, and walk back towards his friend. Placing a hand on Kurt's trembling shoulder, Scott averted his eyes. "I don't know, I really don't know."
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"So the zone between lockers #150 and #200 is pretty much off limits unless you're a jock."
"What's a jawk?" Arisnoë questioned curiously. After touring with Arisnoë, Evan began to realize just how sheltered the girl had been previous to her move here.
"An athlete, someone obsessed with sports. Take Duncan Matthews, for example, Bayville's pride and joy, the star football player. You can't hang out with the jocks unless it's tight with him."
"Oh, I see," she paused, the giggled, "who's he 'going with'?"
Evan laughed at Arisnoë's quick pick up on his slang. "That would be Jean Grey," he gestured to a pretty red-haired girl standing on the fringe of the crowd, arms crossed at her chest, an annoyed look in her eyes. "She lives at the Xavier Institute with me."
"What exactly is zis 'institute'?" She asked as they continued walking down the hall, side-by-side.
Evan froze, as the newest member of the X-men he had never had to endure anyone questioning him on the Institute; everyone at school had already had the matter carefully explained to them, but no one had ever bothered explaining the cover story to Evan. "Well, you see, it's kind of like a . . . um. . . boarding school, I guess. After school here we have extra classes there, training, stuff like that."
"I zink I understand. So, how many of you live zare?"
"Uh. . . me, Jean, Scott, Kitty, Rogue, Kurt. . ." he ticked the names off on his fingers as he went, "Amara, Jamie, Rahne, Roberto, Bobby, Sam. . .I'm not quite sure, but at least 12 or so."
"I see. . ." she trailed off, her eyes traveling over the now crowded high school. "Who are zey?" Her eyes landed on two coquettish freshmen flirting openly in the halls.
"Hm?" Evan followed her gaze. "Oh, that's Kitty Pryde and Lance Alvers. They come from completely different worlds. Kitty's at the Institute with me and Lance lives with four other losers in a rundown boarding house; they call themselves the 'Brotherhood,' actually. . ." he paused as a new thought occurred to him. "I think they, Kitty and Lance, went to the same school back in Northbrook, but they didn't get along at all, then the prof., Professor," he corrected at the look of bewilderment on her face, "advised that Kitty join the Institute, and Lance followed."
Arisnoë sighed dreamily, "Zat is so sweet! Leaving one's home for true love!"
Evan made the same disgusted expression he used whenever one of the girls at the Institute mentioned "true love."
"Are zare an ozzer couples I should know about?" She questioned sweetly.
"That I haven't already told you about? Um, yeah, Scott Summers and Taryn Fujioka, and Kurt Wagner and Amanda Sefton; both Kurt and Scott are at the Institute as well." Glancing at the clock on the plaster wall ahead of him, he added, "We should probably get going, only 5 minutes 'till class starts."
Pausing in front of a blue door with peeling paint, revealing splotches of gray, Evan turned. "This is your English class, Mrs. Bellar, she's an awesome teacher. You'll like her."
"Zank you for your kindness, Evan." Arisnoë flashed him a glowing smile, then sauntered into the faded classroom, leaving Evan to fight his way through the swarming crowd.
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Jumping swiftly to the left, Shadowcat dodged the falling debris. Running across the frozen concrete she wove in and out of the hazardous fragments doing a quick somersault to avoid a misaimed laser. "Cyclops! Watch the lights!" She trilled, never stopping on her mission to the other side of the water park. Racing the ladder to the top of the "Cyclone Slide" where the Scarlet Witch was conducting her mayhem. "Wanda! You have to calm down!" She shrieked, trying to keep her nerves while trying to calm Wanda Maximoff's. Balancing herself on the shaking platform, she advanced towards the other end where Avalanche had his strong arms wrapped around Wanda's writing body. As Wanda's fury increased, bolts from the slide began to fall in larger chunks, threatening to shatter the platform along with somebody's skull. Finally losing control, Lance let go of Wanda, just as a lead pipe fell from above him, crushing his back and knocking him to the floor.
"Lance!" Kitty screamed, 'I've got to get to him!' She thought as another pipe fell straight at her. Phasing through the pipe she sunk lower into the platform, half her body remaining above the platform, half below. But something went horribly wrong, she couldn't pull her self back up, she was frozen in the platform, watching horrid scenes play before her eyes.
"Shadowcat! Watch it!" A frantic voice called from the distance.
Looking up, she saw another duct falling towards her head. Once again she tried to phase, but her attempt had no avail. The lead crushed her skull, sending a searing pain through her head and then there was only darkness.
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The glitter in Amanda's hair shimmered in the moonlight casting a ghostly silver halo of light around her perfectly ironed hair. Her feet padded lightly on the dampened grass, and as she stepped closer to him, Kurt slipped his fuzzy blue arms around her waist, holding her close. He could be himself around Amanda, she loved him for who he truly was, not for who he had to pretend to be. Amanda's soft brown eyes gazed up into Kurt's inky-black ones and she tilted her head upwards, just as he tilted his down towards hers. Right before their lips touched, a long crack resounded in the crisp air. Pulling apart, both freshmen (a/n: what grade are Amanda and Kurt in?) turned to see where the sound had come from, only to find themselves face to face with a creature that could only be dreamt up in some horrible nightmare. Angry red eyes shone out from behind a blackened face, hidden by the shadows. Fangs dripping with something that hideously resembled blood protruded from a scowling mouth while claws raked through the air, slashing at Kurt and Amanda. Advancing slowly, the creature backed the frightened couple into the brick wall surrounding the park, leaving them with no escape.
"Kurt!" Amanda shrieked, her voice full of pure terror. "Get us out of here!"
Focusing all of his energy on his teleportation, Kurt tried to remove the two of them from the monster's view, but something was terribly wrong; he couldn't teleport.
"Kurt!" Her face was streamed with tears now.
"I'm trying! Something's wrong! I can't move!"
Just as the monster closed in on the terrified duo; a bell rang out in the distance, jarring Kurt awake. The only remnant of the horrifying dream was the sound of Amanda's piercing scream, echoing through his skull.
"Uh. . . Kurt? Is everything alright?" A strangled voice questioned.
Looking down, Kurt noticed that he was no longer in his room, but standing on top of Scott's bed, apparently on top of Scott. "Oh, sorry man, I'm not quite sure what happened. . . how did I get here?"
"I'm not quite sure, I felt something hit my stomach, it woke me up, and I found you standing on top of me." Futilely trying to draw in air he gasped, "would you mind getting off?"
"Oh, right, sorry." Hopping off the bed, Kurt's tail whipped Scott in the face. "I don't know what happened. I was having this dream, and I tried to teleport, but couldn't, and when I woke up, I was here." Kurt kept the details of the dream to himself, uneager to share his romantic fantasies with Scott.
"Your attempts to teleport in your dream must have sent you here," Scott rubbed the reddening scrape on his cheek.
"I guess that's possible," his thick accent was lined with an irrepressible sadness.
"Kurt? Are you ok?" Scott stopped mid-stretch, looking genuinely concerned. He was one of the first of the X-men to ever meet Kurt, and in all their years as friends, he had never seen the elf look so down.
"What? Oh, I guess, I don't know . . . the dream, it just seemed so . . . real. . ." he trailed off; as though he was afraid Scott would think he was overreacting.
Scott looked pensive for a moment, then turned to Kurt, the pale sunlight streaming through his windows reflected off of his ruby sunglasses. "You know, the other morning Jean had a nightmare as well, I heard her scream and when I got in there she was levitating towards the ceiling. But she refused to talk about her dream, do you think that your dream is some how related to hers?"
"I guess it is possible, but it vas probably just a nightmare." He admitted.
Getting out of bed, Scott pulled a pair of crumpled jeans up over his boxers and, yawing, made his way towards the bathroom.
"Uh, Scott?" Kurt asked tentatively.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think it's possible that that could actually happen? That we could lose our powers?"
The sound of Kurt's anxious voice made Scott turn around mid-step, and walk back towards his friend. Placing a hand on Kurt's trembling shoulder, Scott averted his eyes. "I don't know, I really don't know."
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"So the zone between lockers #150 and #200 is pretty much off limits unless you're a jock."
"What's a jawk?" Arisnoë questioned curiously. After touring with Arisnoë, Evan began to realize just how sheltered the girl had been previous to her move here.
"An athlete, someone obsessed with sports. Take Duncan Matthews, for example, Bayville's pride and joy, the star football player. You can't hang out with the jocks unless it's tight with him."
"Oh, I see," she paused, the giggled, "who's he 'going with'?"
Evan laughed at Arisnoë's quick pick up on his slang. "That would be Jean Grey," he gestured to a pretty red-haired girl standing on the fringe of the crowd, arms crossed at her chest, an annoyed look in her eyes. "She lives at the Xavier Institute with me."
"What exactly is zis 'institute'?" She asked as they continued walking down the hall, side-by-side.
Evan froze, as the newest member of the X-men he had never had to endure anyone questioning him on the Institute; everyone at school had already had the matter carefully explained to them, but no one had ever bothered explaining the cover story to Evan. "Well, you see, it's kind of like a . . . um. . . boarding school, I guess. After school here we have extra classes there, training, stuff like that."
"I zink I understand. So, how many of you live zare?"
"Uh. . . me, Jean, Scott, Kitty, Rogue, Kurt. . ." he ticked the names off on his fingers as he went, "Amara, Jamie, Rahne, Roberto, Bobby, Sam. . .I'm not quite sure, but at least 12 or so."
"I see. . ." she trailed off, her eyes traveling over the now crowded high school. "Who are zey?" Her eyes landed on two coquettish freshmen flirting openly in the halls.
"Hm?" Evan followed her gaze. "Oh, that's Kitty Pryde and Lance Alvers. They come from completely different worlds. Kitty's at the Institute with me and Lance lives with four other losers in a rundown boarding house; they call themselves the 'Brotherhood,' actually. . ." he paused as a new thought occurred to him. "I think they, Kitty and Lance, went to the same school back in Northbrook, but they didn't get along at all, then the prof., Professor," he corrected at the look of bewilderment on her face, "advised that Kitty join the Institute, and Lance followed."
Arisnoë sighed dreamily, "Zat is so sweet! Leaving one's home for true love!"
Evan made the same disgusted expression he used whenever one of the girls at the Institute mentioned "true love."
"Are zare an ozzer couples I should know about?" She questioned sweetly.
"That I haven't already told you about? Um, yeah, Scott Summers and Taryn Fujioka, and Kurt Wagner and Amanda Sefton; both Kurt and Scott are at the Institute as well." Glancing at the clock on the plaster wall ahead of him, he added, "We should probably get going, only 5 minutes 'till class starts."
Pausing in front of a blue door with peeling paint, revealing splotches of gray, Evan turned. "This is your English class, Mrs. Bellar, she's an awesome teacher. You'll like her."
"Zank you for your kindness, Evan." Arisnoë flashed him a glowing smile, then sauntered into the faded classroom, leaving Evan to fight his way through the swarming crowd.
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Jumping swiftly to the left, Shadowcat dodged the falling debris. Running across the frozen concrete she wove in and out of the hazardous fragments doing a quick somersault to avoid a misaimed laser. "Cyclops! Watch the lights!" She trilled, never stopping on her mission to the other side of the water park. Racing the ladder to the top of the "Cyclone Slide" where the Scarlet Witch was conducting her mayhem. "Wanda! You have to calm down!" She shrieked, trying to keep her nerves while trying to calm Wanda Maximoff's. Balancing herself on the shaking platform, she advanced towards the other end where Avalanche had his strong arms wrapped around Wanda's writing body. As Wanda's fury increased, bolts from the slide began to fall in larger chunks, threatening to shatter the platform along with somebody's skull. Finally losing control, Lance let go of Wanda, just as a lead pipe fell from above him, crushing his back and knocking him to the floor.
"Lance!" Kitty screamed, 'I've got to get to him!' She thought as another pipe fell straight at her. Phasing through the pipe she sunk lower into the platform, half her body remaining above the platform, half below. But something went horribly wrong, she couldn't pull her self back up, she was frozen in the platform, watching horrid scenes play before her eyes.
"Shadowcat! Watch it!" A frantic voice called from the distance.
Looking up, she saw another duct falling towards her head. Once again she tried to phase, but her attempt had no avail. The lead crushed her skull, sending a searing pain through her head and then there was only darkness.
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