Swift

Swift

Chapter One: Rude Awakening and Other Matters

A.k.a. Examinations

Dr. Grey examined the girl from head to foot. He looked human enough. There was slight bruising on her shoulder blades, fingertips, and tailbone. She was shoeless, wearing a backless halter-top and blue jeans. She had had sunglasses on her face, but Dr. Grey had to take them off.

She took a DNA sample, and ran it through a scanner. She turned as the door opened and Scott, Bobby, Rogue, Storm, and Logan walked in.

"Are you okay?" She asked Logan.

"I'm fine. How's my lifesaver?" he asked, looking at the young girls form lying unconscious on the table.

" She's 15 years old. She has a burn on her right shoulder blade, one on her left cheek, and one in the small of her back. There is also slight bruising on her fingertips, tailbone, and shoulder blades." Dr. Grey said. Logan leaned over and looked at the bruises on her back. He then looked at his own hand, and back to her back.

"What?" Dr. Grey asked.

"The bruises. They are very similar to the one's on my hands." Dr Grey grabbed his hand and held it close to her left shoulder blade.

"You're right. They are almost identical."

"So, what does that mean? She has metal claws coming out of her shoulders?" Scott asked, and smirked.

"I don't think so." Dr. Grey said, and sighed. The six looked at each other for a second. Then a bright blue glow filled the room. All six turned spontaneously towards the table. The girl's eyes were open. They were a brilliant blue, and filled the whole room with a glowing light.

***

I opened my eyes and groaned inwardly as the saw the white ceiling over me change blue. Someone had taken my sunglasses. I sat up, and looked around. I saw the man I had saved from a burning. There was also a woman with Reddish brown hair, a man with some sort of glasses over his eyes, and a girl with reddish hair with a couple of streaks of white in it. There was also an African American woman with hair as white as snow and a boy with blue eyes and blonde hair.

"Can I have my glasses, please?" I said. The woman with brown hair nodded, and held up a hand. My glasses flew from across the room into her hand. She handed them to me, and I put them on.

"Thanks." I said to her. I then proceeded to read the predominant thoughts.

Glasses Guy: "I wonder, what is her mutation?"

Brown Hair: "Amazing. Her eyes produce light!"

White streaks: "Finally, a GIRL my age. But will she like me?"

White Hair: "Jean is gonna have a heyday with her."

Blue eyes: "Whoa, she's cute!"

Guy I saved: "I'm really glad she's okay. But what will the Professor think?"

"My name is Samantha. Call me Swift." I said.

"Will you demonstrate your, uh, powers for us?" The lady with brown hair asked me.

"I gave you my name, now I require yours. All of yours."

"I'm Scott, or, Cyclops." Said glasses dude.

"Logan. Or Wolverine, if you prefer." The guy I saved.

"Storm." The lady with white hair.

"Jean Grey." The brown-haired gal.

"Marie or Rogue." White streaks.

"I'm, uh, Bobby." Said the guy with blonde hair.

"Thank you. Now I'd be happy to show you what I can do." I stood up.

In the middle of the room, I concentrated. I felt myself grow taller, as the bones in my legs reconfigured into that of a Black Panthers. A tail spurted out of my tailbone. 2 ½ inch claws grew from my fingertips. My nose flattened slightly, and whiskers grew. My ears grew fuzzy, like velvet, and slid to the top of my head. My teeth grew sharp, and my canines grew to an inch in length. My soft, silky hair grew rough and shaggy, like a lion's mane, but remained black, and long. Fur covered me from the waist down, replacing my jeans. Last, but never ever least, my wings burst out of my shoulder blades. I shivered as they opened to full span. Jean Grey grabbed a tape measure, but I decided to save her the strain.

"14 foot wingspan, to the inch. Each wing is exactly seven feet long, and the widest part of each wing is a foot and a half long." Her mouth fell open.

"Crash!" a shattering sound resounded through the corridor. Scott took his glasses off, I noticed his eyes were tightly shut, and he put something else over his eyes. Storms eyes glowed white; Bobby's fingertips began to shimmer. Jean Grey put her hands up in a fighting stance. Rogue removed her gloves, and Logan's knuckles wavered, and three sharp claw like things grew out of each hand. Three people appeared in the doorway, and the six people around me got into frenzy, about to fight them.