Part 3
As Isabella drove she blared the radio. Anything to get rid of what had just happened. That Scott dude had known about it. What else could he know?
And that was Jumpin Jumpin by Destiny's Child. And here's Black eyes, blue tears by Shania Twain.
Talk about a de ja vu she thought.
Black eyes, I don't need em.
Blue tears give me freedom.
Oh yeah,
Positive...ly, never going back.
I won't live, where things are so out of wack.
No more rolling, with the punches
No more using, or abusing.
I rather die standing,
Then live on my knees,
Baby please
Black eyes, I don't need em.
Blue tears give me freedom.
Black eyes, I don't hide it
Blue tears, will never find me.
nnnoooo
Definite...ly, found myself esteem.
Finally, I'm forever free to dream.
No more crying, in the corner.
No excuses
No more bruises.
I rather die standing,
Then live on my knees,
Baby please
Black eyes, I don't need em.
Blue tears give me freedom.
Black eyes, I don't hide it
Blue tears, will never find me
nnnoooo
I rather die standing,
Then live on my knees,
Baby please
Baby please
Baby please
Black eyes, I don't need em.
Blue tears give me freedom.
Black eyes, I don't hide it
Blue tears, will never find me
nnnoooo
Never find me now.
It's all behind me.
Never find me
Find your self-esteem
And be forever free to dream
and that was Shania Twain's Black eyes, Blue tears.
She turned of the radio. I need a record store. I need that CD. She thought pulling into the next mall she saw. She went in and bought that single. Going back to her car she jammed it in the stereo. Blasting it on repeat she thought of what to do next. Glancing at the name of the mall, "Westgate Shopping Center"
"Damn" she was only one town over. Her eyes fall on the communicator Scott had given her. With shaking hand she took it, pressing the red send button. The static crackled, "Umm hello, Scott are you there?"
At that very moment, Scott was asleep on top of the radio link to Isabella's com. Hearing her call woke him up. "Isabella, is that you?" he asked.
ZZ yesZZ she sounded scared
"Are you OK, do you want to talk?"
ZZyesZZ she sounded really scared and nervous.
"Well, where are you?" he asked.
ZZUmm, a mall. The Westgate. Do you know where that is?ZZ she asked
Scott glanced out the window from his holiday inn room. "Westgate Shopping Center" sing blazed out side. "Yeah, what entrance are you at?"
ZZ The one in front of Macy's ZZ
"Kay, stay there, I'm coming. Can a bring a friend of mine? She probably could be some help." He asked, thinking of Storm, or Jean. He had to wake one of them up.
ZZDo they ... Umm ... know?ZZ
"Yes, we all know. I have a power too, I can show you some time." He explained.
ZZThere's more! Fine, Ok, just come get me.ZZ
The com link went dead.
Scott sign and went and woke up Jean.
*****
Fifteen minutes later, they had retrieved Isabella, and were sitting in Jean's room explaining everything.
"So you mean there are more people like me?" she asked tentatively.
"Yeah, plenty more, I'm a telepath, Scott here can shoot lasers from his eyes. Umm Storm, Ororo, who you'll meet in the morning, can control the weather. Logan has amazing healing properties. But we're all older, there are a lot of kid's you own age back at the institute." Jean explained.
Isabella pondered this for a moment. Truthfully her options were dwindling as time went on. These people sounded as though they could help her contain the power. "Can I bring my car?"
*****
One day later.
Isabella stepped out of the blackbird into the polished hanger. They had made a quick stop at her house (while her mom and Rick were out) and she stripped her room totally. Posters, any CDs, books, everything, including the only memento of her father. A worn Baseball mitt, personally she hated the game, but it always gave her luck. So now she was free. Freedom she thought as Jean guided her to her room.
"This'll be your room, the bathroom is that door. I'll give you sometime to settle in before bringing you to the professor. The rest of the crew is at school but they'll show up eventually." Jean waved around the large room.
After she left, Isabella explored it. The bathroom was a full bath, with a huge tub. Oh yeah, I foresee many late night soaks she thought happily. The walls were done in blue up to the chair rail. Then a marbleized cream wall paper reached the high ceiling. The Bed was a large queen size sled style. It had a dark blue comforter. Against the far wall was a desk with a computer. this rocks
She spent most of the morning rearranging everything to her liking, tacking up her posters, and setting up her stereo. As she stuck her last poster (a fake print of Van Gogh's Starry Night) Jean stuck her head inside, "Hey you don't waste anytime?" she exclaimed. The room was completely different from what she left it.
"Is it all right that I put the posters up?" Isabella asked nervously.
"yeah of course, you should see Kitty's room." Jean laughed. "The professor what's to see you." She continued.
"Ok" As Jean led her the office she pointed out the main parts of the house. When they arrived Jean led her into a large office that reminded Isabella of a therapy office.
"Hello Isabella, I'm Professor Xavier, It's nice to meet you." A bald man in a wheel chair glided over to her.
*****
After the brief interview, Prof. X had explained everything that Jean and Scot had missed. He also explained that he had called the theater company, telling them that she would not be available to play the part. This had upset her greatly. But after the consequences had been explained she had agreed.
"And lastly I have something for you." He finished his speech, reaching in his desk. He pulled out a small box. As he opened it Isabella saw two teeth, molars. "These are caps for you back teeth. They will block some of your more destructive sound ways. I can be sure though, they haven't been tested yet. Which is the next step of your introduction to the institute."
He led her to the danger room. Logan wheel out a large cement block, 5x5. positioning her self where Logan had pointed. She awaited further instructions. Over the intercom she heard the Prof. voice. "Isabella, please put the caps on you teeth," she did, "Ok, now focus on the block, now scream, sing, or something."
She focused on the block, "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!" She yelled with all her might. Up in the observatory, despite the sound proofing, the three had to cover their ears. But nothing happened to the block.
"Good, now remove the caps and try again." He instructed.
She took a deep breath, focusing on the cement, opening her mouth she let out a loud, shrill piercing scream, (That the now return younger X-men could hear inside the entrance hall.) Dust filled the danger room blocking all view of the new mutants. When it finally cleared, they could see Isabella, in a dead faint on the ground, and a small, smooth stone, where the large rough block of cement had once been.
what do you think?
Oh and for the purpose of the story, Scott and jean are now in collage.
Love ya
Maria
As Isabella drove she blared the radio. Anything to get rid of what had just happened. That Scott dude had known about it. What else could he know?
And that was Jumpin Jumpin by Destiny's Child. And here's Black eyes, blue tears by Shania Twain.
Talk about a de ja vu she thought.
Black eyes, I don't need em.
Blue tears give me freedom.
Oh yeah,
Positive...ly, never going back.
I won't live, where things are so out of wack.
No more rolling, with the punches
No more using, or abusing.
I rather die standing,
Then live on my knees,
Baby please
Black eyes, I don't need em.
Blue tears give me freedom.
Black eyes, I don't hide it
Blue tears, will never find me.
nnnoooo
Definite...ly, found myself esteem.
Finally, I'm forever free to dream.
No more crying, in the corner.
No excuses
No more bruises.
I rather die standing,
Then live on my knees,
Baby please
Black eyes, I don't need em.
Blue tears give me freedom.
Black eyes, I don't hide it
Blue tears, will never find me
nnnoooo
I rather die standing,
Then live on my knees,
Baby please
Baby please
Baby please
Black eyes, I don't need em.
Blue tears give me freedom.
Black eyes, I don't hide it
Blue tears, will never find me
nnnoooo
Never find me now.
It's all behind me.
Never find me
Find your self-esteem
And be forever free to dream
and that was Shania Twain's Black eyes, Blue tears.
She turned of the radio. I need a record store. I need that CD. She thought pulling into the next mall she saw. She went in and bought that single. Going back to her car she jammed it in the stereo. Blasting it on repeat she thought of what to do next. Glancing at the name of the mall, "Westgate Shopping Center"
"Damn" she was only one town over. Her eyes fall on the communicator Scott had given her. With shaking hand she took it, pressing the red send button. The static crackled, "Umm hello, Scott are you there?"
At that very moment, Scott was asleep on top of the radio link to Isabella's com. Hearing her call woke him up. "Isabella, is that you?" he asked.
ZZ yesZZ she sounded scared
"Are you OK, do you want to talk?"
ZZyesZZ she sounded really scared and nervous.
"Well, where are you?" he asked.
ZZUmm, a mall. The Westgate. Do you know where that is?ZZ she asked
Scott glanced out the window from his holiday inn room. "Westgate Shopping Center" sing blazed out side. "Yeah, what entrance are you at?"
ZZ The one in front of Macy's ZZ
"Kay, stay there, I'm coming. Can a bring a friend of mine? She probably could be some help." He asked, thinking of Storm, or Jean. He had to wake one of them up.
ZZDo they ... Umm ... know?ZZ
"Yes, we all know. I have a power too, I can show you some time." He explained.
ZZThere's more! Fine, Ok, just come get me.ZZ
The com link went dead.
Scott sign and went and woke up Jean.
*****
Fifteen minutes later, they had retrieved Isabella, and were sitting in Jean's room explaining everything.
"So you mean there are more people like me?" she asked tentatively.
"Yeah, plenty more, I'm a telepath, Scott here can shoot lasers from his eyes. Umm Storm, Ororo, who you'll meet in the morning, can control the weather. Logan has amazing healing properties. But we're all older, there are a lot of kid's you own age back at the institute." Jean explained.
Isabella pondered this for a moment. Truthfully her options were dwindling as time went on. These people sounded as though they could help her contain the power. "Can I bring my car?"
*****
One day later.
Isabella stepped out of the blackbird into the polished hanger. They had made a quick stop at her house (while her mom and Rick were out) and she stripped her room totally. Posters, any CDs, books, everything, including the only memento of her father. A worn Baseball mitt, personally she hated the game, but it always gave her luck. So now she was free. Freedom she thought as Jean guided her to her room.
"This'll be your room, the bathroom is that door. I'll give you sometime to settle in before bringing you to the professor. The rest of the crew is at school but they'll show up eventually." Jean waved around the large room.
After she left, Isabella explored it. The bathroom was a full bath, with a huge tub. Oh yeah, I foresee many late night soaks she thought happily. The walls were done in blue up to the chair rail. Then a marbleized cream wall paper reached the high ceiling. The Bed was a large queen size sled style. It had a dark blue comforter. Against the far wall was a desk with a computer. this rocks
She spent most of the morning rearranging everything to her liking, tacking up her posters, and setting up her stereo. As she stuck her last poster (a fake print of Van Gogh's Starry Night) Jean stuck her head inside, "Hey you don't waste anytime?" she exclaimed. The room was completely different from what she left it.
"Is it all right that I put the posters up?" Isabella asked nervously.
"yeah of course, you should see Kitty's room." Jean laughed. "The professor what's to see you." She continued.
"Ok" As Jean led her the office she pointed out the main parts of the house. When they arrived Jean led her into a large office that reminded Isabella of a therapy office.
"Hello Isabella, I'm Professor Xavier, It's nice to meet you." A bald man in a wheel chair glided over to her.
*****
After the brief interview, Prof. X had explained everything that Jean and Scot had missed. He also explained that he had called the theater company, telling them that she would not be available to play the part. This had upset her greatly. But after the consequences had been explained she had agreed.
"And lastly I have something for you." He finished his speech, reaching in his desk. He pulled out a small box. As he opened it Isabella saw two teeth, molars. "These are caps for you back teeth. They will block some of your more destructive sound ways. I can be sure though, they haven't been tested yet. Which is the next step of your introduction to the institute."
He led her to the danger room. Logan wheel out a large cement block, 5x5. positioning her self where Logan had pointed. She awaited further instructions. Over the intercom she heard the Prof. voice. "Isabella, please put the caps on you teeth," she did, "Ok, now focus on the block, now scream, sing, or something."
She focused on the block, "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!" She yelled with all her might. Up in the observatory, despite the sound proofing, the three had to cover their ears. But nothing happened to the block.
"Good, now remove the caps and try again." He instructed.
She took a deep breath, focusing on the cement, opening her mouth she let out a loud, shrill piercing scream, (That the now return younger X-men could hear inside the entrance hall.) Dust filled the danger room blocking all view of the new mutants. When it finally cleared, they could see Isabella, in a dead faint on the ground, and a small, smooth stone, where the large rough block of cement had once been.
what do you think?
Oh and for the purpose of the story, Scott and jean are now in collage.
Love ya
Maria
