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How you remind me belongs to Nickelback (one of the greatest bands ever!)
A/N: Thanks to bunnywabbit567:), China gurl, Emerald, Lackie and Claude.
What can I say? Love to have a public.
Never felt so low
Chapter four-Stay away
By The Opal Jade aka Slaya
«And this is how you remind me on what I really am
this is how you remind me….»
A very loud Nickelback song along with a lot of yelling and screaming and laughing wakes my painful body up. At first I panic, what in hells name is this?
Then I remember. The school. Wow.
I am going to a school.
I remember profesor Xavier, doctor Jean Grey, Wolwerine, that guy called Bobby or Iceman or whatever. And my roomaites. Kitty and Rogue whose voices I could hear right now.
I thnk I overslepped breakfeast.
It feels so good in the bed. I do not want to get up. What am I gonna say to the two girls that I do not know nogthing about.
In about five minutes they leave the room. I use the chance.
Get out of my bed. Turn off the loud music. I like Nickelback but not so early in the morning. Afternoon. I meant to say afternoon.
What am I gonna wear tonight?
I love to have my clothes saying something about me. Like about my atitude. People then tend not to try the comunication process.
I calm my hair with a brush that had a sticker on. It said «Rogue».
Hope she will not mind. Then I washed my teeth.
What to wear?
I really need to show what i am about. The sooner I do that the less will people try to barge in like that Bobby guy.
I got my purple knee-lenght boots out of the bag. The heel was broken because of the rock they werre under. Nogthing that a little simple spell could not do.
Now I use my magic more and more for «selfish» purposes. I do not care.
Pants or a skirt?
Military trousers? Yeah. That is a good choice. I can stuff them in the boots. It will look cool.
Wait a minute…..
What am I trying to do? Impress them?
No, I would not……would I?
Okay now….really do not care.
What shirt to wear?
God I sound like a tipycall whiny brat! Maybe it is better that way. I am not obligated to think about my survival. I can finally feel like a real kid.
Who am I kiding. I see already that this place is great.
A safe house for the freaks we mutants and wiccas are.
Psylock once gave me the shirt in my hand. A purple one, matches with the boots. I usually always wear black. But this day seems to be a exeption.
I look out the window. A bunch of kids outside playing and horsing around.
Okay now….how do i look?
Like a piece of fucking shit.
O thank you so much my concience. You made me feel tingles inside.
Real pretty. I was buttoning the shirt. «Real pretty.», a voice from the past had a trouble of letting me go. I have send it away the second it appeared.
I must show it who the master is here.
And that is me. I am in charge now.
I quietly sneaked out of the room. I passed the big room where a lot of them were. They did not seem to notice me. Exepct for Jean. She pretended not to but she did.
She wants to give me some air. I respect that.
I will not have any problems from her. I can see it now.
Then as I came out I realised how many of them really are here. Scary.
I stood in the shades. And watched them.
They were playing games or just sitting and laughing. I remember when i still did that.
I kept on moving in the shades. I am not planing to make the first step to aproach them. It is gonna have to be their call.
Then I bumped into someone else in the shade. A black haired girl with white skin and a big black dot on her left eye.
-You re new.
It was not a question. She just said it like it was something she just invented or something.
-Yeah. I am.
-So what do you think about the rest of these dipshits around here.
-I am pretty much not amused.
-Likewise.
I m Domino.
-I am Craft.
-You british or somtin?
-No. Just lived there for a year. Maybe less. Maybe more. I kinda do not remember.
-So what were you doing there?
-Training.
-Psylock? And the Dawn girl….
-Yes. How did you know?
She did not use any telepathic power on me, I would at least sence it.
-Let s just call it a lucky guess.
-Okay. A lucky guess.
Then the thought hit me.
-Is that your power? Luck.
-Good guess. And you are telepathic, can fight as well as Psylock, enhanced sences…etc…etc…
-Yeah. So whatever you say, the first thing that comes from your head is the right thing. Right?
-Aha.
-Your grades must be so high.
She laughed.
-Well it s nice. To be able to get away from the past. And this place is nogthing more than a peaceful training ground where we can evolve in peace. But it helps you forget.
-The bad things?
-Yeah.
-You can read my mind. Just think about it and get the first words that come to your head.
-I don t like to do that.
-Understandable.
-Logical. You can t go on spending luck like it s unlimited. It just doesn t work that way. One day it will ware off. I m sure.
-Completley sure?
-Yeah. A hundred percent.
Look I godda go now. We ll see eachother later, right?
-Sure.
She left without saying bye. People here tend to do that. Well….up until now I was the only one. But hey! There is another one. Guess I am not as alone like I thought.
I saw Kitty and Rogue. They were with the Bobby-ice guy and two more.
One had flaming red eyes and red hair. The other……he was so….I do not know….interesting. he had a mask on his face. He was glowing a little bit. I could notice it even here in the sunlight. He did not have any lungs or a heart. I knew this because I could see it. Everything on the front side of his chest, neck and the lower part of his jaw looked like it was blown off. He must have been strong, real strong when he founded out about his power.
He looks strong right now. He has green X-es on his black gloves.
And he is a telepath. He turned around and looked straight to me. I just pretended to be sitting on the ground and looking somwhere, anywhere.
But never the less he noticed.
-You re Kitty and Rogues new roomaite?
He asked me. I did not answer. I was pretending like I did not know what was going on.
He did not try to ask me anything then.
I went to the stables. It was all empty and peaceful. I came to Storm and brushed her white fur. It felt like soft fur. I could drown in it.
Then there came a smell. That I knew. It was that Wolwie guy. I pretended not to know that he is here.
He started walking loudly towards me. He had no intention of hurting me or scaring me.
-Hey kid!
I turned around. Did not answer a thing.
-Look there…..I didn know bout what you wanted to do here yesterday so i acted a little rapid. Key Rookie?
He looked funny. It was obvious that this was an apology but he tried not to show it like that. He really listens to Jean.
I just wanted to get him as farther away from me as possible. I wanted Domino to be here. I have a feeling that she would push all his buttons and got away with it too.
-Fine. No prob.
No prob? What am I? A damn soldier or something?
Wolwie just groaned animal like a bit. And went off. A young asian girl in a yellow coat (in the hot sun) came to him. He called her Jubilee.
What a strange name.
After a while I sat on a bench. This was o so fun.
Everybody were over there and laughing, having fun. I do not think that they would not accept me if I go and show myself to them. But then again-who asures me that.
And I am so stuborn. If they want me to spend time with them….they will just have to draw themself here.
The sun was hot. And I fell asleep. Woke up a little bit later. Storm must have jumped over the fence. Caus now she is laying beside me, leaning on me. She was sleeping. Forced a smile away from me.
What if I could really be happy here?
Shit! I just realised. This shirt is not torn on the back of my left shoulder. My tatoo is in the dark. Nogthing that a little pocket knife could not take care of.
I wonder what the disciplinary mesaures would be for me if someone caught me with it. Like Jean, the profesor or someone else.
Why should I not find out?
An interesting idea.
-Dere you go. You really ar one of us.
You got de right tings in de pretty little head of yours.
The red guy told me with a cajun accent. I did not have to look back to know that Bobby and the telepath were with him. He was not a telepath himself. The guy with the gloves was. That was how they knew what was I thinking.
It was kinda wrong. To read my mind like that.
I got myself up despite Storms weight on me. I turned around and I waited till then to ask them what were they doing here.
The cajun guy snitches a bit. Asshool. No. Asshools-plural.
-I am Gambit but you cher can call me Remy. It not de priviledge dat a lot of girls get, you know.
I looked at him from head to toe. What in the name of the ninth circle of hell does he think he is? It is for the best to deal with him the same way he was dealing with me. Cocky.
-The only thing that I will call you is a word that is not for the public to hear.
-Auuuu….burn!-Bobby snaped like a psyco.
The other guy was laughing. Not actually laughing (his neck is blown off) but telepathicly laughing.
I could not help myself. So I did something that I managed to do only once till now. I send a little wawe of pulsing energy down the conection. In his direction.
It kinda hurt him. A little.
Atleast I made him say sorry.
Bobby caught me of guard when he put his hand on my back. I recognised that touch and managed to tie it together with bad things from my past.
So I used one of the low kicks that Psylock taught me. It was not a thinnk-a-lot thing. It was instinct.
Then this Gambit guy tried to aproach me. I do not think he wanted to hurt me.
But enough really is enough.
I pulled out the sword and almost cut his head off.
-Hey, hey chere. Remy don wanna hurt you!
-God! That is hurting. Where did you learn to do that? Over at the institute for the unessecary brutal violence?
-It is not your thing where I learned it.
-De sword looks a lot like de one Psylock uses.
-Yeah, I know.
-Look chere, we just wanted to get you to come over dere so dat you get aquanted wit de lot of us.
-I do not consider that a problem. Just leave me alone.
-Fine. Be dat way chere.
They all picked themselfs up. And they went back to Rogue and Kitty.
They probably were talking about what kind of a psyco bitch I was. Not a problem.