© Autumn Raine
A/N: :D! More chappies! Aren't you excited?
Hmm. If anyone is interested, I do have a char pic of her. I doodled it, and it was my first time drawing something of X-Men Evolution. First "Human" study I guess. Art in school is boring. Studying a box. x.x; Not to much life going on there...
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I fit no where...
"What do you mean out for you?" Logan snarled, glaring to the girl.
"You heard me." She snapped, lids and brows still narrowed. Booted feet slid apart on the ground as bladed hands came at a ready position to fight at her sides.
"Veronica. Listen to me. Logan, you too." Xavier butted into the small, yet bubbling, arguement. "Veronica. Understand no one here is to hurt you. There is nothing to be afraid of."
Eyes darted to Xavier, "You say I'm safe, huh? Then why don't 'cha prove it. I don't even know what I'm gonna do here."
"Ororo will be back down soon; and then she will take you to your room. You may decorate it accordingly to what you want. Just be sure it is clean, we do have inspections."
"But how do I know I'm safe with this guy in the house? How do I know he's not gonna come and rip my head off." Veronica's eyes darted over to Logan.
"Hey there. I don't rip people's head's off with out reasons. You piss me off, and I will." Logan grunted, having no more patience for the girl.
As Xavier had said, Ororo was downstairs and ready to take Veronica to her room. Blue eyes looked to all three quickly, then fixed themselves on Veronica. "Hope you don't mind you will have roommates...We are working on the other rooms now."
"Jus' as long as I have my space" She grummbled, boots stomping over to the stairs. Her blades swiped at the nice little fruit bowl near the stairs, a juicy apple was pierced and on her blades. Retracting her blades on the other hand, she pulled the apple off and took a bite..then proceded to retract those blades. "Ororo Lady. Ready to take me to my room?" She took another bite and chewwed.
Ororo nodded, the 'lady' part at the end of her name making her cringe. "Professor, I'm thinking this was a bad idea..." She said lowly, heading to the stairs to show Veronica to her room.
-It will only take time, Ororo. Don't worry.- Professor said to Ororo in her mind, and she looked to him with a nod. The two dissapeared upstairs...
...."And who was that, Xavier? Some looney's you've got now." Logan grunted.
"Logan, you do not remember her?" He raised a brow.
"Nope. I'm I supposed to? But whatever she's got against men, she's brought it here. Lemme guess, she's an orphan."
"Well, I'm not quite sure. Logan, I'd like you to follow me to Cerebro. I'm sure there's something you need to see and know about Veronica...."....
....Veronica eyed her two new roomies, Kitty and Rogue. Slate grey pools noted to the two opposite styles, one Valley Girl..one Goth. What was she, the happy median of the two? Black tipped fingernails ran through her silky, black and violet tainted hair as she sat down on her bed. All three girls exchanged looks from one another, all sitting in silence. Veronica broke the erie, chilling quietness.."..So..Hi."
"Oh my God! You speak! Good! I thought you were like, deaf or something. I don't know why, but..it's totally great your not." Kitty smiled, sitting indian style on her bed with her laptop in her lap. "I'm Kitty Pryde."
"Don't mind her." Rogue grummbled, pointing a gloved thumb at Kitty. "Kitty's annoyin', but ya get used to it after a bit. And Ah'm Rogue.'"
Veronica nodded. She figured she might get along with Rogue a bit better than Kitty who just seemed to much like an airhead. But who was she to judge someone she didn't know anything about. "I'm Veronica." A hand patted at her pocket, and she slipped out a box as well as a lighter. Patting the box on her palm, she looked to the two. "Is there smokin' rules here?"
Rogue shook her head, "Ah have no idea. Nobody here really smokes."
Kitty blinked, her eyes a bit wide as she watched Veronica. "You smoke!? Oh my God! Don't you know that is like, totally bad for you!"
"I know. But if I can get a deep gash, recover from that, and not have a scar...I think I might not get cancer." Veronica pulled out a ciggarette and placed it between her lips.
"Wow. You like, heal I guess. Is that like, your ability?" Kitty raised a brow.
Lighting the ciggarette, she inhaled deeply. Pulling the cigg away from her lips, she exhaled a cloud of smoke and flicked the butt of the ciggarette on her end table. Tiny ashes fell to the wood, as swirls of smoke floated about her. She held out her hand infront of her, and three blades sprung from between her knuckles. "That is too. And not to mention.." She wrinkled her nose, "Ya use a lot of purfume."
Rogue tossed a strand of her white hair from her face as she looked from Kitty to Veronica. "So, you're Logan's daughter or somethang. Man, ya act jus' like him too. It's scary."
"You're his daughter?! Wow! I didn't know he had a daughter!" Kitty blinked.
"What the hell are you two talking about? Logan? That guy is after me. I remember him." Veronica growled. "How can I be his daughter?"
"Well like, you look like him. Sort of. Hmm." Kitty examined Veronica's facial features. "Yea. You do, you know. I think it's the hair."
"Don't even think about it. I'm not related to that..that beast." She took another drag from her ciggarette, then exhaled.
*Bamf*
"Kurt? Why the hell are ya in here?" Rogue snapped at the Blue Elf.
"V'ell...You can smell ze smoke. And zat stuff can kill you, and hurt you." Kurt waved a three fingered hand infront of his face. His little speach on smoking sounding like it had been drilled into the boy's mind.
"Whoa." Veronica looked at Kurt, then raised a brow. "You're blue and fuzzy. Lemme guess...mutant?"
"Ja. V'e all are. Aren't you?" Kurt raised a brow as gold eyes looked to Veronica.
Veronica hopped off her bed, and crushed the burning ciggarette in her fist. Obviously the pain had no effect on her, she knew it would heal. Lifting the fist near the blue elf's face, she slowly let the three blades extend from between her knuckles. "No...Just different." She snickered, the blades quickly returning into her fist. Boots scuffed along the floor as she let the ciggarette fall into the small, garbage can near her bed. It was crushed, and obviously out from the lack of oxygen from being squeezed in her hand.
"V'ow. Zat must have hurt." Kurt cringed.
Veronica turned, slate-gray eyes meeting Kurts. She held up her palm, and the small burn mark began to fade. As it faded, it looked as if nothing happened..."Ouch."
Kurt blinked, and looked over to Kitty and Rogue. "Rogue, I z'ink you've met your twin. She's meaner than you!"
"Ah think she'll fit in here fine." Rogue blinked, a bit shoked that now there wasn't another perfect mutant sheltered in the Xavier mansion.
Kitty blinked, looking to Rogue. "Fit in? She's like, totally...well..I have no idea."
Veronica raised a brow, looking to the three. "You know, I'm still here. But you know what, I'll let you three talk about me." Turning around, she went to the door and pulled it open. Slamming it behind her, she glanced about the hallway. She looked from left to right, wondering which way was the right way. Shrugging, she went to the right.
Boots scuffed along the carpet, fingertips trailing along the wooden walls. Stopping a few doors over, she examined the door. "Let's see was behind this door..." Fingers wrapped around the knob, and she pushed it open. And she was met with...a sink...and a tub...
"Bathroom...Exciting." She rolled her eyes, and closed the door.
"What are you doing?" A voice snapped.
She spun around, and came face to face with Jean. Slate grey eyes looked to the red-head, green eyed, girl infront of her. "Well...I'm lookin' around."
"Are you supposed to be here?"
"No, I'm a robber. I'm here to steal you mutants. Come and no one gets hurt." She said sarcastically, and went to walk down the hallway.
"Oh ha ha. Funny." Jean rolled her eyes, and pushed open the bathroom door with her powers and went in, giving it a good slam after she got in.
Continuing down the hallway, she examined the several doors that lined the hall. Some had few decorations on the outside, and most...were plain. Coming across one that was open, she stuck her head inside of the crack. Lids blinked as she saw a guy changing near his dresser, his face concealed by the brown shirt he was tugging over his head. Well, he could have been headless or something. There was a scary blue elf thing...so she didn't really know. Chestnut hair peeked through the top of the shirt, then a head. A bit of a sigh of relief excaped her lips as she saw the head, then the face in the mirror's reflection. Well, he was rather cute. But, what was with the red shades?
Shaded eyes looked to the mirror, then to the reflection of Veronica. Spinning around to face her, he ran a hand through his hair. "Can I help you?" It followed with a raised brow.
"I'm just lookin' around. Found an open door, peeked in, met a really bitchy girl near door number one over there." She stepped into the room, noting the cologne that filled the room. Cool Water...not bad taste for shades man. "Once question, are you blind?"
"Blind?" He chuckled. "Nope. Take these off, and I'd zap a hole right through your side." Chuckling again, he became quite curious in the girl that had just came into his room. "What bitch did you run into?"
She shrugged, strands of her long hair falling down over her shoulders. "Red-Head Bitch. Reminded me of an old friend. She really wanted the bathroom."
"Jean, you mean." Scott folded his arms over his chest, and sighed. "You know, once you get to know her; she's really nice."
"Oh, so you like her." Veronica nodded. Cute shades boy was now off the list of some possible mutant hotties in this hellhole. Mutant hotties...Did I just think that? She cringed. That Kitty girl is already rubbing off on me.
"What?! How'd you know" His brows raised and hands went to his head, looking as confused as a man who just lost a round of poker. "You're a mind prober, aren't you? Geez. There are so many of those!"
"Well...No. I kinda assumed it because I jus' do. Now you confirmed it. And I'm not a mind prober." Veronica held up a fist, letting the blades slide out from between her knuckles. "I have these. I'll slice and dice ya." She smiled, just deciding to keep them out from now on if she was going to explore some more of this "Institute".
If Scott could take those glasses off to look at those blades again, he would. But, he'd probably zap her hand off. From behind those shades, he blinked wildly. His mouth gaped wide, "You..You..have blades like Logan!"
Veronica nodded, wondering why everyone was so practically fasinated with this Logan guy. "Yea. Well, I'm gonna look around more. You go back to what you were doin' and I'll leave ya be." She turned, and slipped back out the crack of the door. She let her blades on both hands extend out, and it did feel a bit better to have them out anyway.
Continuing down the hallway to the next door, which was all the way open, she stopped and leaned her back on the doorframe. She rubbed at her palm's for a moment as she looked about the empty room. "Hello?"
"That's Evan's room." Scott came up behind her, saying it softly in her ear.
Startled, she spun around and grabbed Scott by the neck. Her other hand Inching it's blades to his face. "Oh..It's you." She sighed, taking her hands off him and retracting her blades. "Don't do that."
"What? I didn't want to startle you, but I guess I did." Scott blinked, fixing his shirt.
"Yea. So, when do we eat around here? And do you guys go to school here?" Veronica looked up to him. Maybe he'd provide some questions since this exploration of this hallway became a bust.
"We eat in 15 minutes. And no, we don't go to school here. Well, he go to Bayville, and we train here."
"Train? Train for what? The end of the world?" She raised a brow.
"No. To fight the Brotherhood. Lance and his buddies." Scott folded his arms over his chest, then walked down the hallway.
Veronica followed behind him. "Lance?"
"Yea. Lance, Todd, Fred, Pietro, and Tabitha. Tabitha did go here, but she left to go there."
"Hmm...Doesn't seem like a bad idea." Veronica folded her own arms over her chest.
"Lance came here, for Kitty. Likes her a lot, you know? I think Kitty likes him too." Scott shurgged as he spoke.
"Oh. I think that was that kid I saw taped up in a small picture near her bed. Geez, that girl is an airhead." She shook her head, now heading down the stairs to the lobby behind Scott.
"She's actually very smart." He noted, then looked up to Logan and Xavier who were infront of them near the front lobby doors.
"Oh, it's you." Veronica snorted as she looked at Logan.
"I wouldn't say it like that, tike." Logan put his hands on his sides.
"..Ex'use me." Veronica raised a brow, stepping off the last step.
"I wouldn't say it like that, tike." He repeated.
Slate grey eyes darted to Xavier, "Why is he calling me that? No one has called me that since...since I was found..well..you know.."
Scott took his side by Xavier, not really knowing what was happening.
"He knows, Veronica. You both know what it means."
"No..No.." She shook her head, then pointed a finger at Logan. "I do not know what he means. Or what any of this means. Tike? Are you makin' memories now realities or somethin'? Are you tryin' to get me on your side for some reason?"
"You remember, Tike.." Logan began.
"Tike?! Don't even say that to me." She snapped. "Now tell me why I got that letter in the mail. If not, I'm leavin'."
"Because we want to help you, Veronica." Xavier stated.
"Help me? Why didn't you 'recruit' me earlier? And to make him say tike? Did you get that from goin' inside my head earlier, or somethin'?" Veronica cried, her very muscles on her arms tensing.
"Veronica, Calm down. They only-"
"Scott! Shut your trap!" Veronica snapped, turning to face the preppy boy with blades extended from her clenched fists. Strands of her violet and black hair fell over her shoulders, a stray strand falling infront of her face.
"Professor! Professor!" Jean ran down the stairs, green eyes darting to Veronica. Looking back to Xavier as she got to the end of the stairs, a finger pointed at the black and violet haired girl. "I saw her attack Scott before. She brought her blades so close to his face!"
Xavier looked to Veronica, "Is this true?"
"No. He snuck up behind me and I didn't know who it was. I was only defencing myself." Veronica quickly retracted her blades, and looked to Scott. "Right?"
Looking over to Jean, then back to Veronica. "Well..she did come close to slicing my neck."
"What?!" Veronica shrieked.
Jean had a bit of a smirk on her lips. She didn't like Veronica, and she wanted to make it known. Wow. Jean was actually a mean bitch. She knew controlled Scott with every fingertip of hers. And she held him tightly on his little leash. Poor boy, so whipped.
"Veronica, you have already broken a rule. Attacking another teammate already in your first hour. I'm sorry, but this is more than a warning. One more mishap and I'm sorry, I don't think it'll be for our and your own good." Xavier shook his head. "I'm very dissapointed in you, Veronica. I was hoping you'd get a new and fresh start here in Bayville."
"Dissapointed in me? Why aren't you dissapointed in that red-headed bimbo?" She snapped. "She's lying, you know? Tap into her mind and see. She's got Scott like a little puppy to agree to anythin'. I've seen it already."
"Veronica, please. I'm telling you, one more." Xavier repeated.
"Veronica....." Logan looked to Veronica. Could he really be her father? Or was it just she also was in that lab? What exactly did go on in their past?
"You guys are here for me, huh? In about two hours, these two have turned their backs on me. Don't say you're here for me. Soon ya'll will want me out of here. I know. It happens all the time. You think I was always sittin' in that home. I've been in 5 foster families, but once they found out I was a mutant, they sent me back. Now, I'm in a place where everyone else is a mutant, and I should fit in; but I don't. I guess I don't fit in anywhere." Veronica turned, and headed back up the stairs.
Jean watched as Veronica quickly headed up the stairs. Looking to the professor, she quickly snapped. "She's packing and leaving, you know? I tapped-"
"Jean, I know. Please. Leave her be." Xavier cut Jean off mid-sentence.
" She's been through much. This is just going to make it worse." Logan grummbled, looking to Xavier.
"Logan, I want you to keep an eye out on her during the next few hours, who knows what the girl will do." Xavier looked up to Logan, and Logan nodded in return.
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A/N: You like? I hope. Sorta getting Angsty and Dramatic, ya know? Hmm. I'm sorta writing off the top of my head. ..So..R+R!
