A. N. Okay, that answered my question. Six reviews on a Prologue
isn't bad. No, the last name doesn't mean anything, I just picked out of
the air. Sorry. I am also changing the story summary. No more threats of
taking it off. I just wasn't willing to write the story if no one was
willing to read it. I am not changing the notes at the beginning of the
first installment so just ignore that. Oh, when I typed it up, the dashed
line was a line and not broken up like that. This starts when Alaira first
meets the X-men. I forgot to mention earlier. That I only own Alaira.
It was about 12:30 when the doorbell rang. That was extremely strange because they seldom had visitors, at least during school hours. Even after school hours, people generally stayed away. Well, with the exception of enemies attacking the mansion, but they generally didn't ring doorbells. Heck, they didn't even get annoying door-to-door salesmen. Logan was on his way to open the door. Storm was a little bit a head of him. On the off- chance it was a door-to-door salesman or some kid selling something, Storm got ready to open the door and motioned Wolverine back a few steps so he didn't frighten whoever off. And if there was trouble he was still close enough to stop them.
Storm opened the door. It was a young girl, probably about fifteen or so. She was clinging to the door frame and panting like she had been running. She looked afraid.
"Is this the Xavier Institute for Gifted Students?" the girl asked.
-Read the sign, bub. - Wolverine thought but didn't say. Storm merely told her it was.
Then she really surprised them. She looked around briefly, moved in a little, and asked even more quietly, "'gifted students' being a code word for mutants?"
Storm looked slightly afraid. After all, how did she know? The girl, seeing she had hit the mark, promptly added, "I'm one too. Please help me!"
Wolverine took a few steps closer. If this was Mystique in disguise. Then he smelled it. Blood. And lots of it. The girl could be in danger of bleeding to death. And even if it was Mystique in disguise, Chuck would not appreciate them leaving even her to her own devices that injured. "She's wounded 'Ro."
Storm looked at the girl in surprise; evidently decided she was indeed hurt and needed medical attention.
The girl didn't try to come in. "I need to talk to Professor Charles Xavier."
"You can talk to him later, Child, you need help."
"But I'll bleed all over the floor!"
"The floor will wait till later, bub, you need a doctor now!"
She tried walking, but really was too weak. Storm and Logan each had one of her arms and were gently guiding her to the infirmary. Now close enough, Logan could tell that her scent was unfamiliar. That meant it wasn't Mystique at least. She also smelled like she had been out in the rain. Then again considering it had rained non-stop for nearly three days and only stopped two hours ago, that didn't say a whole lot. She was still saying that she needed to talk to the Professor but that would likely have to wait for quite some time. Logan cast a quick look at Storm. She looked lightly spaced out and was probably informing the professor of everything. Dr. McCoy met them at the infirmary. He had obviously been warned. The strangest thing yet was the girl didn't even blink when she saw him. You would think she expected to see blue furry doctors. This gave Wolverine more suspicions than ever. How had she known about this place? Had she somehow, somewhere read files on them? She said she was a mutant, what was her power?
Hank took her into the infirmary a few seconds before she totally collapsed. He waved Storm and Logan away so they decided to see the professor. Maybe he had some answers to this whole mess..
Charles looked at them when they walked in, questions evident on their faces. They sat down, no one quite sure what to say to break the silence. Finally Storm asked him, "Charles, do you know who she is?"
"I'm sorry; I'm about as much in the dark as you. I tried a brief scan, not really mind reading, just picking up surface thoughts. Her thoughts were extremely, well, scattered. She really couldn't think much. The thoughts I did pick up were strange. Mostly sentences about how she had to talk to me. Had to find safety. She was even quite upset about bleeding on the carpet, convinced some one would be furious. I don't know what to make of her."
"How badly is she hurt, I could barely see it at all, until Logan said something. Then I noticed a small puddle of blood."
Charles eyes went out of focus slightly. Evidently he was talking to Hank. When he had finished, "Apparently, pretty badly. Hank says she likely would have died before getting anywhere else. He thinks she's stabilizing nicely though. Considering the circumstances. He didn't explain quite what that meant. He did say he might be able to give us a status report in about an hour. Until then, I guess we wait."
It was about 12:30 when the doorbell rang. That was extremely strange because they seldom had visitors, at least during school hours. Even after school hours, people generally stayed away. Well, with the exception of enemies attacking the mansion, but they generally didn't ring doorbells. Heck, they didn't even get annoying door-to-door salesmen. Logan was on his way to open the door. Storm was a little bit a head of him. On the off- chance it was a door-to-door salesman or some kid selling something, Storm got ready to open the door and motioned Wolverine back a few steps so he didn't frighten whoever off. And if there was trouble he was still close enough to stop them.
Storm opened the door. It was a young girl, probably about fifteen or so. She was clinging to the door frame and panting like she had been running. She looked afraid.
"Is this the Xavier Institute for Gifted Students?" the girl asked.
-Read the sign, bub. - Wolverine thought but didn't say. Storm merely told her it was.
Then she really surprised them. She looked around briefly, moved in a little, and asked even more quietly, "'gifted students' being a code word for mutants?"
Storm looked slightly afraid. After all, how did she know? The girl, seeing she had hit the mark, promptly added, "I'm one too. Please help me!"
Wolverine took a few steps closer. If this was Mystique in disguise. Then he smelled it. Blood. And lots of it. The girl could be in danger of bleeding to death. And even if it was Mystique in disguise, Chuck would not appreciate them leaving even her to her own devices that injured. "She's wounded 'Ro."
Storm looked at the girl in surprise; evidently decided she was indeed hurt and needed medical attention.
The girl didn't try to come in. "I need to talk to Professor Charles Xavier."
"You can talk to him later, Child, you need help."
"But I'll bleed all over the floor!"
"The floor will wait till later, bub, you need a doctor now!"
She tried walking, but really was too weak. Storm and Logan each had one of her arms and were gently guiding her to the infirmary. Now close enough, Logan could tell that her scent was unfamiliar. That meant it wasn't Mystique at least. She also smelled like she had been out in the rain. Then again considering it had rained non-stop for nearly three days and only stopped two hours ago, that didn't say a whole lot. She was still saying that she needed to talk to the Professor but that would likely have to wait for quite some time. Logan cast a quick look at Storm. She looked lightly spaced out and was probably informing the professor of everything. Dr. McCoy met them at the infirmary. He had obviously been warned. The strangest thing yet was the girl didn't even blink when she saw him. You would think she expected to see blue furry doctors. This gave Wolverine more suspicions than ever. How had she known about this place? Had she somehow, somewhere read files on them? She said she was a mutant, what was her power?
Hank took her into the infirmary a few seconds before she totally collapsed. He waved Storm and Logan away so they decided to see the professor. Maybe he had some answers to this whole mess..
Charles looked at them when they walked in, questions evident on their faces. They sat down, no one quite sure what to say to break the silence. Finally Storm asked him, "Charles, do you know who she is?"
"I'm sorry; I'm about as much in the dark as you. I tried a brief scan, not really mind reading, just picking up surface thoughts. Her thoughts were extremely, well, scattered. She really couldn't think much. The thoughts I did pick up were strange. Mostly sentences about how she had to talk to me. Had to find safety. She was even quite upset about bleeding on the carpet, convinced some one would be furious. I don't know what to make of her."
"How badly is she hurt, I could barely see it at all, until Logan said something. Then I noticed a small puddle of blood."
Charles eyes went out of focus slightly. Evidently he was talking to Hank. When he had finished, "Apparently, pretty badly. Hank says she likely would have died before getting anywhere else. He thinks she's stabilizing nicely though. Considering the circumstances. He didn't explain quite what that meant. He did say he might be able to give us a status report in about an hour. Until then, I guess we wait."