I don't own the X-Men * blah* *blah * *blah * So please don't sue me. I am a 14 year old
who is broke as a joke. Stay tuned people…if this plot works out the way I want
it to, this story should be gettin' good! (hopefully)
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What
a difference a simple shower can make, I thought as I ran a brush through my
still damp hair. I looked, like a new
person. I squeezed a few small drops of hair gel that I found in a drawer in
the bathroom on my hand and worked it through my now cleaned strands of hair. I
stopped and gazed into the mirror, thinking once more about the crazy, fucked
up ways of life. How did I even get to this point in my life? It happened
almost quicker than the blink of an eye. I mean, damn, now I was being polite
to the X-Men, a couple of them had even befriended me. And now I was actually
concerned with the way I look, well, to some extent. If only Darky could see me
now. I almost laughed. And the Morlocks; I inhaled deeply. I missed them so
much; I missed them more than I could even begin to explain. They had no idea
where I was, or what happened. They might think I was dead.
*knock knock *
"Sarah, you in dere petite? Da Professor wants ta see
you."
I snapped out of my deep-thought mode, "I'm comin'" I
dragged my feet toward the door, and twisted the knob.
Remy's jaw almost dropped, "Sarah, is dat you?"
I gave him a confused look, "Well who in the hell do you
think it is?"
He shrugged and smiled, "I's jus'…dat ch'u don't look
like da Sarah I saw yesterday."
I gave him one more puzzled look before pushing past him.
I could feel his eyes still looking at me. It was kind of flattering, I must
admit, but I didn't want to turn into a total X-Nerd, so I acted like I didn't
care, "Where did Prof tell me to meet him?"
He pointed down the hall, "In da courtyard outside. He be
waiting fo' you right now."
I nodded, and walked down the long corridor when my mind
began to drift back to the Morlocks. A part of me wanted to just forget
everything I started here and run back to my life with my family. But then
Lylana's words jogged through my mind, "You stay safe, alright?" Stay
safe…impossible if I went back into the sewers of the city. But, all I wanted
was for them to know I was all right. All I wanted was to say goodbye for one
last time.
"Sarah? Over here, please."
My head jolted up. I walked over to the Professor where
he was keeping an eye on the students from a picturesque little white gazebo,
"Ok, I'm here. What'd ya want?"
I heard him give a small sigh in response to my impolite
greeting, "Sarah, I've asked you to come here so we could begin your training."
I stared at him, "Training for…what? I can already
fight." I said obliviously.
Xavier shook his head, "No, training, for your powers.
Teaching you to learn to control your bone growth."
I let out a small puff of air in sarcasm, "I've been tryin'
to that all my life. What makes you think your gonna be able to do any better
Chuck?" I almost slapped myself. I had heard Wolverine call the Professor that
before.
"I am not promising anything, but are you not willing to
try?" He asked, crinkling his forehead in question.
I replied without any haste, "Hell yeah I'm willing."
"Alright then, lets begin." He turned his wheelchair,
facing me.
I stood there, waiting for an instruction of any sort,
but he sat there in front of me, just staring, "Um, whatt'a we do first?"
He folded his hands on his lap, "We start by trying."
"Which means I do what exactly…"
"You concentrate on making your blades grow when and
where you want them to." He said it like it was supposed to be an easy task.
I heaved a huge sigh. Ok, come on Sarah, you can do it I
thought. Just close your eyes and make a bone grow. I concentrated on that for about
5 minutes. Just standing there, waiting for something to happen.
I finally opened my eyes to discover it hadn't done any
good.
The Professor nodded, "It is all right Sarah. This will
take practice, a great deal of it. You just need to set aside a few moments in
each day to practice getting your bones under your own control, alright?"
"I guess."
"Ok, Sarah, you may leave now, please…" He turned around
in his wheelchair just as I turned around, but when I looked back, he was
calmly holding his head with his eyes closed.
I stopped walking, and moved back up the steps of the
gazebo, "Prof…are you ok?"
He gave his temples one last massage before answering,
"Yes, I am quite alright. Do me a favor. Meet in the main control center in
about 15 minutes, if you would."
"Um, yeah, ok."
"Thank you Sarah, that will be all." He rolled down the
ramp in somewhat of a hurry to the mansion.
I sighed, and thought about the possibilities of being
able to control my bone growth. It was the next best thing to not having them
at all. No more perpetual pain from the shards ripping through my skin whenever
they pleased. I looked around for a place to be alone, to just think. Somehow
my attention was drawn to the giant maple tree that I climbed only a few days
ago. I started walking toward it, but soon picked up my pace to a fast jog. When
I had got comfortable in a tangle of the tree's branches, I just…thought. It
was never something I did a lot of before…well I "started over". But now, I was
started to recollect everything that had happened in my childhood. I remembered
my short time with my mother before I woke up that fateful night with little
bones jutting out all over my body. And I remembered the pain that I first
felt, with all those sharp blades, stabbing and thrusting through my young
flesh; and the way that my mother, my mommy, thought of me as disgusting. She
kept me at a distance, when I was in desperate need of her love and comfort.
Finally she dumped me off in an ally, when I was seven. I had nowhere to turn.
I shook my head, trying to get away from the memories. I heaved a huge sigh. Was all this thinking really good for health…because it sure as hell didn't feel that way. I glanced at my watch and decided to head into the mansion, for whatever reason the Professor instructed me to. Who knows, maybe it'd be my first mission on the team. All this time away from fighting really had gotten to me. Who knew, maybe I could get to kick some evil ass. I grinned to myself as I made my way through the courtyard.
