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Never felt so low
Chapter two-The Psylock X
By The Opal Jade, aka Slaya
I found a better place than the bushes. Up in a well hidden tree.
The tree was inside of the estate. Very soon dawn came. One like the other. Psylock once intorduced me to a girl named Dawn. She was like us as well.
She could make pretty lights. With Psylocks help the pretty lights became deadly beams of darkness. It was not a bad thing. Dawn learned to defend herself, finnaly.
Yeah, Psylock. She gave me the X. The sighn we all beare. Mutants all over the world who were proud on what they were. The sighn that many deny. But I am proud of the fact that I am the X. I am not quite sure why did we choose the letter X as our sighn, but it s quite okay with me. I wear it in the form of a tatoo on my left shoulder that was always naked, I have riped all my shirts on that place.
Psylock taught me how to love it, enjoy it, live it.
I am so sorry about her. She went away, blind and almost helpless.
The purple haired beauty. She taught me how to use my feather in combat purposes. I can create a shield with it and defend myself from other mutants that throw what they have at me with it. I can send it back to them.
I should do that without the feather but I keep hiding behind it. Psylock never took it against me. Even when the mutant known as Mystique almost killed Dawn because I lost my feather and could not protect her the way I should.
Mystique killed Dawn.
And I could not do a thing to stop her. Because I was helpless myself. And somwhere deep down maybe I wanted for Dawn to die. So that I could be alone with Psylock, again, just us.
So I feel ashamed.
Wherever I go…bad things tend to happen. To the places and to the people. With my direct or indirect fault.
«You are strong. I see it in you. Don t forget…I m a telepath. I know stuff. Just don t let anybody push you around. Take care of yourself.»
Those words meant gold to me.
Suddenly…..a sound of walking around the manor wakes me up from the dream land.
It was a man. He had something strange on his face, a vizir or something. With red glass. Strange. But I have seen even stranger things then that.
Soon others came. There were so many of them. They had classes in the building or outside of it, some trained. There power was so great. I got freaked. How could Psylock send me to a place like this? There are so many of them!
And I could see them as if they were so near to me. I could close my eyes and I could hear what they were saying. I could sence something under the building, a laboratory or something like that.
I do not know how and I do not know the reason why.
I just do. I am evolving every step of the way. I was told to develop my powers as much as possible. And I am planing to do that.
I am not yet sure of all I can do. Psylock used to swear that I am a rising star.
Just hope she is right.
The skin on my back started twiching and giving me a burning sensation. That was one of the sighns. One of the sighns that I was being seen and watched.
Shit.
This was such a mistake. To come here, so very near.
Someones big and heary hand grabed me and pulled me down to the ground throwing me on it, not gently. My alarm turned on. Pain. Violence. Not anymore. Not now.
First, I decided to fake it. It always comes as a suprise to the atacker if his «weak» victim comes to him with full blow.
-What ya doing here slim?, he asks as he sniffs me. An interesting power. I should try to develop it. It may be a lot of help.
I did not answer anything. I just tried to look helpless.
So he grabs me by the neck and lifts me up in the air. Now I had trouble breathing properly. I guess this guy punches and asks questions later.
Okay with me.
I cut with the act.
Punched him with my leg in the stomach, just the way that I have been taught. He hits me back. I fall to the ground. But I flip right back up. The pain is short. I heal quickly.
And it looks like he does too.
He got these blades up from his fists. Would not wanna fall on them. Why did she send me here? I do not understand. From the way things are going I will not be accepted with wide open arms and brightly colored smiles.
For the first time I used my shield without the feather. A brake through. I manage to do the most difficult things in situations when my life is at stake.
I heard someone say «Hey da girl s punchin Wolwies ass!».
It sounded pretty cajun.
And suddenly from out of nowhere someone fires a blast of somesort. Directed at me. The guy they called Wolwie stands back and let s me take the hit.
I pulled my feather out and drained the power from the ice-blast. So I pointed the sharp end of the feather to the direction from where the blast came.
It went straight for the heart of the boy that tried to hurt me. A boy. Not a man. And he looked scared, just like me. He did not look like a threat. Like the Wolwie guy.
So I stoped it. He left out a deep sight. I ducked just in time to avoid yet another attack from the wolf-guy. We kept the fight on. He had animal instincts and because of them he could fight better then anyone I have ever met, except for Psylock and few others.
But the animal instincts…..I had them too.
Then I was surrounded by a block of ice. It closed me into something. I could close my eyes and see how the guy with the red visires restrained the wolf guy along with a big blue guy and a red haired woman. He called them Cyk and Beast. I could not catch the womans name.
Then everything went black.