© Autumn Raine
A/N: Hey! Another chappy. If you guys like it up until like, the end of this chappie; then I'll continue posting the rest of the story.
So...Here we go! :D
Enter Veronica. Enter some guns too. Center stage. *snap*
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"Veronica, where are you going?" Kitty blinked, looking up to Veronica stuffing her clothes in her bags from where she sat on her bed.
"I'm leavin'. It seems red-head-bitch and her little brown puppy don't want me around. I could've 'sliced off his neck'." Veronica zipped up the duffle bag and tossed it towards the door.
"So ya met Jean, huh?" Rogue looked to Veronica as she stood in the doorway, arms folded over the other.
"Yea. She's a Bitch." Veronica grummbled, throwing her other bag over her shoulder.
"Yeah, Ah know what'cha mean." Rogue nodded. "But, you don't gotta go; do ya? One thing like that?"
"I can't stay here. It's so much. I'm not goin' to be able to stand bein' near Bitch all day and all the time."
"Hey, if Ah kin do it, ya can."
Dropping her bag to the ground, she sighed. "You're right. I can't let the Bitch get to me. Thanks." Kicking her other bag back over to her bed, she walked over to the doorway and past Rogue. Stopping, she looked back to Rogue. "I'm goin' somewhere to jus' think. I won't be here for dinner. Eat wit' out me." She continued down the hallway and headdown the stairs.
"No prob." Rogue looked over to Kitty, who was basically frozen in place on her bed. "Kitty?"
"Oh my god..." Kitty blinked. "She's so like, weird."
"She's been livin' on 'er own. Ya think she'd be all nice and shit?" Rogue raised a brow.
"Like, maybe. I mean, if I were living on my own and I finally got to a place where I can stay and be safe and stuff, I think I'd be soo much nicer. And happier."
"Kitty. There're people here that don't want her here either. And she doesn't feel safe at all." Rogue shook her head.
"Really?"
"Yeah, weren't you payin' attention?"
"Oops." Kitty giggled, smacking her forehead with her open palm....
Pushing open the front doors of the mansion, she headed down the few front steps. Slate grey pools darted around her, scanning for anyone or thing that was going to jump out and scare the crap out of her. Boots scuffed along the ground as she headed down the circular driveway and to the path that lead to the Institute's gates. The path seemed longer than last time, or maybe it was just her.
A small, metal gun seemed to just pup out of the ground infront of her. It clanked a bit as it positioned it's self to target her. It's long barrel, and wide openning stared at her coldly and she stopped in place. "What the hell?"
"Logan's Practice run, Loading." A monotone voice rang from a near speaker that was surrounded by a few shrubs. The monotone voice rang again, "Loading Complete."
Eyes darted around her, and more and more metal guns and such began to appear from along the path to the gates. The gun infront of her re-positioned it's self as she took a few steps. Suddenly, a small and sprial shaped metal piece flung out of the openning.
Veronica growled as the metal piece embedded itself in her leg, red blood trickling down her thigh. Gritting her teeth, she pulled it out of her leg and tossed it to the ground. Instantly, she felt skin beginning to heal over the gash. Blades sprung from between her knuckles and another growl rummbled in her throat.
"I'm ready now.." She growled, eyes and brows narrowing as she looked down the path. The next gun was getting ready and positioning itself upon it's target, her.
Running at the gun, she swiped her claws at the metal ball that emerged from the gun and her other hand swiped at the wires that were on the outside. As the wires sparked, the barrel fell lifeless to the ground and the ball she hit seconds before was sent crashing into the next gun. That gun had sparked and cranked with malfunction, a puff of smoke emerging from the side of the dead pistol.
"I think this was planned by my best friend, Logan..."..She growled, eyeing the next few metal devices that sprung up from the ground. Looking around her, she wrinkled her nose. This whole path was set up to attack her. With a quick turn, she darted into the thicket of trees lining the path.
Little did she know, but there were devices in those woods. Boots raced along the ground, blades infront of her to slice down tree limbs in her path. The gates were so close, she could see them.
"Hey! Wait! Where are you goin'?! Who's there?" A voice called out from behind her.
She didn't bother turning around, she kept heading to the gates. Bladed hand swiped down at the two metal guns that were positioning themselves on her and the voice behind her. Metal guns were easily sliced, the chopped metal barrel's falling to the ground.
She had made it. She got to the gates. It took all that, jus' to go on a simple walk. Geez.
Spinning around, she met the face of the voice. A young black boy came to a haulting stop on his skateboard, one foot on the ground and the other on the deck of the board. Bleached blonde hair was shown as he pulled off his helmet. He panted a bit, "Who..Who are you?"
"I'm Veronica. You?"
"Evan or Spyke. Why were you on the practice run? That's some run, man. 'specially since it's Logan run. Only him and Scott do it." Evan looked to the girl, a bit surprised she could do that on her first run. "Been to the Danger Room?"
"Danger Room? Wait wait wait. Who set this run up?" Veronica shook her head, a bit confused. She retracted her blades and looked to Evan.
"I heard Logan and Xavier talking about settin' it up. Well, for you." Evan raised a brow. "Why?"
"Well, they could've told me earlier."
"Veronica, right?"
She nodded, then went to the gates.
"Nice meetin' ya, Veronica."
"Yeah. Same here." Veronica leaped up and grabbed as far she could up on the bars. Toned arms pulled her body up and over. Boots landed with a loud thud, grey eyes lifting and looking through the gates.
"Are you hurt?" Evan skated over to the gates.
She shook her head, rising off her hands and knees to her feet.
"You're bleedin' though. You should get back to the Mansion and see Auntie O."
"I'm not bleedin'. It healed. I'm fine. I'll be on my walk now. Later, Evan." Veronica turned from the gates and walked down along a small path until she was met with a small side street. Eyes scanned about the street, searching for a park or something.
Looking up the street signs, she noted the 'cute' little names for the blocks and the perfect houses that lined the streets. Boots scuffed along the ground as she walked along street, a few feet from the curb. There were hardly any cars rushing past her, and it seemed this town went still at dinner time.
She looked at an upcoming, small park. It was rather dirty. Chain linked swings that were faded and rusting, a long slide that the paint was peeling off the sides and the front had lost it's luster, and a small, broken se-saw layed lifeless against it's post. She continued into the park, and sat upon one of the swings. Feet slowly pushed her back and forth as she placed a ciggarette between her lips. Her hand patted at her back pocket for her lighter.
"Need a light?" A white, gloved hand extended, a lighter cradled in it's palm.
"What?" Veronica looked up to the blue face, and the yellow eyes. Taking the lighter, she lit the tip and inhaled. As she slowly let out a puff of smoke, she returned the lighter in the gloved hands. Taking the ciggarette from her lips between two fingers, she looked up to the woman. "Thanks."
"No problem, Veronica." The woman looked down to her, orangy hair framing her face.
"Hmm, Lemme guess. You're another one of them X-Men people. Want me to leave too?" She inhaled some some deeply once more, then pulled the ciggarette from her lips. As she exhaled, she tapped gently at the butt of the ciggarette, letting the burnt ash fall to the ground.
"No." She shook her head, hand motioning to her side where 4 teens stood. "Meet my...students.." And the four boys looked to the girl on the swings. Pietro elbowed Lance, "Noonesaidshewashot!" He whispered rather loudly and quickly.
"Shush, Pietro." Lance shoved the white haired boy, brown eyes looking to Veronica. Well, she was sorta cute. Nice body though...And that ciggarette. How he craved for one for the longest time..
Slate grey pools darted to the guys, and she stood up from the swing. Taking one final drag, she pulled it from her lips and crushed it in her hand. She let the ciggarette crumble down to the ground, as she openned her hand. Walking over to them, she looked to Pietro.
Her gaze then drifted to all four. "Hey."
All four almost in unison became a bit red, and each gave a bit of a muffled "Hello".
Spinning back around, she looked to Mystique. "So what do you guys do?"
"Oh Veronica. You will see so much, and become so much if you join us. Please. Consider it a possiblity. You can have freedom, no rules, and no worries. No training....Just consider it."
Veronica looked to the four boys then back to Mystique. "Maybe I will....Just maybe."
Mystique grinned, Bait for the X-Men. Expecially Logan....
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A/N: R+R please! If I don't get alot of reviews I'm just not going to finish. So, yea. o.o What'cha think?
