e-mail: Slaya@rock.com
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disclaimer: Marvel owns the X-men. I wish I would.
A/N: To bunnywabbit567:) (let s just call her b.wabbit from now on):
I apreciate the constant e-mailing but give it a rest a bit. Yesterday night I have spent an hour on answering you instead of writing.
P. S.
The chocolate wabbits are sweeter than the banana ones (she ll get it, I m sure).
Never felt so low
Chapter seven –Because of the burning
by The Opal Jade aka Slaya
I was runing. I do not know where or how or anything. Someone was chasing me. My master perhaps? Or Dawnies limp little dead body?
I had nightmares like that too. Scary. Mesmorising.
I woke up when I kinda jumped of my bed and slam dunked the floor.
-O shit.
O shit. My first words of the bran new day.
My head was exploding, muscles aking…..I was a total wreck.
-Morning there sugah.
A sweet sounding southern accent says.
I turn my head in the direction from where the sound was coming from.
-Ha?
-I said mornin sugah.
-O. Morning.
I turned over on my back.
-You weren t in your bed tonight, right?
Kitty asks. I remember how the two of them were amazed that Blink took me training with her in the danger room.
-No. No I was not.
-So where were you?
-Out.
-So that s where the bruises came from.
I m Kitty.
-An I m Rogue.
-And I am all fucked up.
I said while resting my head on the bed.
-Look honey….we re sorry bout yesterday.
-About what?
-Well you know….
-I am drawing a complete blank on this one.
-Bobby and the co workers of the Xaviers bad manors course.
-O…them.
-We should come to you ourselfs but….
-Gambit wanted to as always offcourse impress Rogue.
-Kitty stop it! He want s to impress everybody.
-Yeah but he s in love with just you.
Kitty glared while Rogue went all red and frouned a bit. Then she remembers something.
-There was a nuder check up tonight.
-A what?
-A check up. It s mister Summers way to get on our nerves. If he doesn t find somebody in his bed he goes out and looks for him or her like a stupid ass southern bell.
Shit.
-What did he do when I was not here.?
-He didn t notice. We put pillows under the covers and a wig on top of the whole thing.
-Thanks.
-You re welcome sugah.
-You din t tell us your name yet.
-Well didn t the cocky squad already inform you? Sarah. It is Sarah.
-Yeah but now you re one of us, right Rogue?
-Right.
-An you have to have a X name. Like I m Shadowcat.
-But no one calls you like that.
-That isn t the point.
-And I m Rogue, real name is Marie.
-I already have a X name. Craft.
-Why Craft.
-Witcraft. I practice it.
-Wow.
-Kitty shut that hole that stayed open. Ain t nogthing wrong if she s in the thing she is.
I laugh.
-Is there sometin I said honey?
-No. Just laughing.
-Hey…hey wait!
Kitty sudenlly gets out of the comatosed state.
-Are you going with us?
-Going to do what?
-Sneak out. Halloween. And mr. Summers has cancelled it. He didn t let us to have a party or to go trick or treating. He said that we can trick or treat in the dorm.
-Little red flaming vizir eye prick.
-Rogue?!
-Wha? It s true isn it?
-Sorry girls but I already have plans.
-But why? We won t get in any trouble, Emma, Jean and Blink said that they re gonna cover for us and everybody s cooming. Come on sugah. You ll get to know us.
-Sorry.
-But me and Rogue are going along with Jubilee, Bobby, Remy, Jonathan…
-Who is Jonathan?
-Chamber.
-Aha.
-…and and Kelly, Stewart, John and many others!
-Kitty, honey….you re startin to sound like a comercial out of a bad movie.
Then they focus their atencion at me again.
-Please come with us. What are you gonna do? Sit here in the dark alone?
-I did not say that. I said that I already have plans.
-What plans?
-With this Domino girl.
-Domino? She likes to get into bar fights.
-Yeah? Well so do I, thank you very much.
-Wow.
-Kitty if you don t stop with the wow I think that I m gonna blow my little red head off.
-I d like to see that.
-O would you?!?
I stand up and start taking my shirt off. I was gonna head for breakfast.
Evrything stands still. A sudden silence rips trough me. My scars. They could see only the ones on the upper part of my body.
They saw the tatoo. And the weird looking left wrist. Stripes across my back. I bet they were looking awful. A knife wound on my stomach. I had my bra on so they could not see the knife cuts there.
It all seemed ten times biger and scarier then it really was. It was because of my white complection. Because of the burning.
-Where d you get those sugah?
-Long story. Godda run.
-Where to?
-Even if I am a mutant and a wiccan I still have to eat. Remember? To be able to I do not know…a…live by any chance?
-Okay. You go there. Bye now.
-Bye.
They were gonna have a little talk about picking on me with the cocky team. Yey team!
Thank the godess that I will get a brake from them. And I will not have to kill anybody for that peace. Yey me.
I felt better after some breakfast. I did not realise till now that I can not hold a fork properly because of the wrist. It was a long time ago. With my first master.
He wanted to show his son how to beat a slave. First he whiped me, then threw rocks at me.
Then they both tide me up. And broke all the fingers on my left hand, one by one. They atleast healed properly.
The masters son then took things a little too far. He stomped my wrist, over and over again. Until there was nogthing left but a shapeless mass of skin, little meat and dust that once used to be firm bone.
I would be lieing to myself when I would say that I do not miss the beautiful desert. This much of green…hurts my eyes.
I miss the snakes, camels and the beautiful esert horses. Strong, stronger than these ones. I miss the way I felt when I escaped. Alive, free.
Freedom. Something that I never really did have, one way or another. Back home I used to be comanded by parents, friens and society about what to do, how to act. Then I had to hide because of the practicing of the arts. Then I was kidnapped because I was so stuborn. And the best or the worst thing, maybe the thing with most irony was the fact that I do not regret it. Not a thing.
It made me feel like I can survive anything. There is nogthing out there that I can not do. I have the power in me. In every way.
I was free. From slavery.
But now the older mutants herre treat me like I am a kid, like I did not fight side to side with Psylock, Dawn and Angel. They think I am just a child.
I grew up a long time ago.
It is not that long. But it seems like a path thousands miles long.
-What s your poison?
Domino asks behind me.
-Desert, freedom and snakes.
-Yiykes. Must be in a fight mode mood, right?
-No. Not really. Just memory fucking lane.
What s your poison?
-Right now I have to say……weed, Linkin Park and the anticipation for tonight.
-Where are we going? Because we may run into Kitty, Rogue and the cocky team.
-The cocky what?
-Bobby, Gambit and Chamber.
-Aha. Well…in that case we ll just have to show the little kidies what real fun is.
-Yey for that.
I see Blink coming up to us.
-Hey Craft, Domino.
-What s your poison?
-Hey.
-Do you two wanna go train with me in the danger room.
-Sure.
-A interesting poison indeed.
The whole world is a poison, you know that?
The danger room. This time Blink used some other program. It was a dark forest. Night and mist twining themselfes all around. We all split up. The computer told me and Domino what to expect. Human size robots, a smaller version of the centinals. Blink choose not to know what are we gonna deal against.
The safety mesaures were off.
I do not think that the others would aprove a training like this for us. me and Domino.
I sence something in the dark. My eyesight is far more superior than a normal humans. I saw one of them. Up until now I just heard about them and saw them in the news. These ones were our size. Who knows how do they look like as big as they are.
That first one said something in a metalic voice.
He tried to shot Domino but she had luck on her side. That was why he was missing her and hitting me. Blink pushed me to the side.
-Watch yourself! This isn t a normal training!
Suddenly two more appear. Then two more again. Then five. They were all over the place, had the rays and could fly.
Time for a kill. I focused myself on the two that were giving a especially hard time to Blink. I used my feather in the prair to the deities. They exploded.
Wow.
-Nice poison.
Domino whispers while flying across the room because she took a bad hit. Blink catches her. A second later she twists the head of one of them.
We all run. Now there is only seven. Blink takes a laser gun out. Domino grabs a knife she carried. I get my baby out. The sword. The good thing about it was the fact that I did not have to hold it. I could only think about what I want it to do or where to go.
-I ll take care for the three of them. Domino take the two on the left. Craft, right.
We split up again.
In a matter of seconds the job was done. Blink could not fire the gun as fast as she was going, Domino cut the robots hearts (something like that) off while there was nogthing but little pieces left out of the ones that I dealed with.
-Shit we re good!
Domino was excited.
-Yeah. Just be sure not to let Cyk and the others find out that I ve been taking you here. They d freak their panties out of the premise.
-So why do you take us here?
-You re young, goodlooking…etc…you need to know how to defend yourself.
And you re mutants. You ll always be a target.
And you two are one of the students that actually can take care for themselfs. Including in a bar fight.
She blinks at us. And leaves.
-Did you see the blink that Blink gave us?
okay. This sentence sounded major weird.
-So she knew. How?
-She is fast. If she stays in motion there are weak chances that she is gonna be detected by anyone.
-Except for Wolwie.
-No.
-Huh?
-No. I have increased sences too. I would have smelled her.
-Maybe someone else saw us and told her.
-But I would smelled them anyway. Do you know what this means?
-That she doesn t leave a scent.
-She is too fast.
-Wow.
-Yeah. Wow.
We walked slowly out and into the yard. We sat on a table.
-So what s your power? I ve seen you do the telekinethic thing, the sword, inhanced sences…what s the deal?
-Basicly I am a telepath. But I adapt. Psylock who trained me showed me how to do the sword thing and how to use it. I developed enhanced sences by myself, conciously with the help of my psycic capabilities and they stay closely bounded.
I have another strength. I heal easily. I just adapted. That is how my development started at the first place.
-Why d you adapt?
-I would be dead if I did not.
-Okay, nuf said.
She did not wanna go too deep to some place where she does not belong. I can respect that.
-So what you re gonna wear tonight? What boogie monster shall become you?
-I do not know.
How about you?
-My mask is already here.
She points to the big black spot on her left cheek.
-It s the only time that I can walk out on the streets and feel normal. There s nobody there to try to start something, calling me a mutie, a freak, genejoke…etc…
And now the nazi pickle wants to cancel the whole thing off. No way.
It s easy for him. He s not marked with a giant black spot on his face. He just has the red glases. They re in right now. So he s a stilish little idiot. I don t know what does Jean see in him.
-Jean is with him?
-They re married.
-I did not know that.
-I can understand if she wants it to be a secret. God knows I would be ashamed.
We laughed our heads off.
We soon said our goodbyes for the time. To get ready and stuff. This is gonna be some freaking hallows eve.
Yey me!
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