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"We have a new member of our class." Mrs Belling said, to her bored class "Simon Llewen, from Wales."
At the back of the classroom, Rac looked up from her doodles. Her pencil started capturing the features of her new classmate, almost of its own accord.
* From Wales? He should be musical. Most Welsh people are. * she thought, putting the last pencil stroke on the paper.
Simon was sent to sit down, as he moved Rac stared at him again. A twitching, in the back of her mind, was trying to tell her something, but she couldn't place it.
At lunchtime she sat on her own, and saw the Brotherhood sit down in their usual place, along with Simon, and a girl.
Rac's right hand grabbed a pencil and paper and started capturing the girl's features, while her left hand carried on feeding her. Her mind was working over time, until it clicked.
* Wanda Maximof. No wonder she felt slightly familiar. And Simon, he must be a mutant, too. I'd better introduce myself. *
During I.T. Rac arranged a text message, to Henry:
'rive t bh ltr n norm nw mut d piet sis rive 4oh ltr c u'
Out of text speak, it read
'Arrive at Brotherhood house later than normal. New mutant and Pietro's sister. Arrive quarter of an hour later. See you!'
After school, Rac started searching for Simon. Lance had earned a detention, so the rest of the Brotherhood weren't going anywhere, for about ½ an hour.
Simon was in the music room, playing the piano, superbly and singing along to his tune. Rac slipped into the soundproof room, unheard. Simon was playing a song Rac recognised, so she joined in the last verse, offering a descant, to Simon's firm bass. He turned to face her.
"Hi, I'm Rac. What's your mutation?"
"W.w.what?"
"I said, what's your mutation?"
"How do you know I have one?"
"You're living with the Brotherhood. You've got to be a mutant."
"How do you know.?"
"About mutants? I'm one!"
"An X-man!" he pointed a finger at Rac, and a blast of sound hit her right shoulder, cutting through her t-shirt.
"No, I'm not an X-man. Nor am I with Magneto."
"How can I trust you?"
"Errh? Well, all the X-men have gone. None of them will go to the Brotherhood house, so if I go there with you, you can find out if I'm telling the truth or not."
"Alright, but I warn you."
"Cool, it! How you getting home?"
"Walking, it's not far."
"OK."
"Move!"
* He wants to be in control. But he's not. He's freaking out. I need to talk to Boom and the boys. *
They walked out, into the car park, stopping by Lance's jeep.
"Won't the others worry?"
"I'll leave a message." Simon started looking for some paper, and a pencil. Rac quickly removed the necessary articles from her bag, and handed them to him.
Once the note was written, they started walking; Rac knew that the route they were taking, through the woods, took about 10 mins. Lance was let out of detention about 5 mins after they left, the others would be at the Brotherhood house in about 9 mins. She needed to arrive after the Brotherhood, so she'd be safe. Time for some extra time.
Rac tripped over a tree root, falling on Simon. She slowed time down for herself and Simon. Normally he'd notice that she'd done it, but she had 2 points in her favour: 1. he didn't know her power. 2. No one else was around.
When they arrived at the Brotherhood house, Simon stared at the various members of the Brotherhood, who were lounging around on the furniture.
"Hi, Simon!"
"What kept you?"
"Hi Rac!"
"How'd you get here before us? You said there was a shortcut through the woods."
"You were walking with Rac?"
"Yes."
"You should have kept an eye on your watch."
"Who is this Rac?"
"Me. Hi, Wanda. Pleased to meet you."
"You're not a member of the Brotherhood."
"No, I'm not."
"An X-man!" Wanda pointed her hand at Rac ready to fire one of her bolts. She never got to fire.
"Let go, Boo!" Wanda yelled, as she noticed that Pietro was holding her wrist, aiming it at the ceiling.
"No."
"Boo, she's an X-man."
"No, she's not."
"Then she's with father!"
"No, I'm not."
"You must either be an X-man or with father!"
"She's not."
"If you want to hurt her, you'll have to go through us first."
"Boom, boys, who the h*ck went over the social structure with her? I wager she did Simon."
"Erm."
"Mystic."
"That explains everything. Nothing against Mystic, but she never kept up to date on the social structure."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll show you, Wanda." Rac stuck her hand out, and her bag flew to it.
"TK!"
"No, not quite." Rac unzipped a hidden pocket, and pulled out a bunch of pieces of paper. She started laying them out on the table.
"What are these?" Simon said, finally recovering from his initial shock of the fact that the others had arrived first, knew Rac, and wanted to protect her.
"Rac's pictures."
"You need two more."
"Am doing!" Rac yelled, her pen capturing Simon and Wanda, on paper.
"Good ones!" Lance said, once Rac had torn the paper off her pad. Rac quickly arranged the pictures on a nearby table. Splitting the pictures into 5 groups.
"Now, there are four groups, of mutants." Rac pointed to the pictures, which were miniatures of various mutants.
"I thought it was three?"
"No, four. There's the Brotherhood. Magneto's gang. The Xavier mansion."
"The X-Men!"
"No, the Xavier mansion. The last group are the drifters, they don't have any allegiance."
"Mystices not a drifter, isn't she?"
"I think she is, she hasn't turned up with you guys, Magneto hasn't got her, as far as I know, and last time I checked she wasn't at the mansion."
"Well, you would know."
"Right, the Xavier mansion is split up into two groups. The older group, which is made up of the adults and the older mutants, is the X-Men. The larger group is the New Recruits, made up of the younger mutants. The New Recruits are also known as the Newbies. And I am one of the Newbies."
"And being one of the Newbies is different to being X-Men."
"How do you know?"
"The Newbies come round here, they come for talks, to help out, and other things."
"Rac and Henry come round every day, after school. Rac helps clean up, and Henry fixes everything that goes wrong."
"Everything electrical at least."
"How do you know you can trust her?"
"Because Magneto tried to destroy her."
"Because she couldn't hurt a fly."
"Because she's defenceless."
"Because she's different."
"Because she hates attacking people."
"Because I carry this." Rac lifted her head, from its position, leaning towards her left shoulder. She wiped all the illusions from her face, revealing her scar.
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"We have a new member of our class." Mrs Belling said, to her bored class "Simon Llewen, from Wales."
At the back of the classroom, Rac looked up from her doodles. Her pencil started capturing the features of her new classmate, almost of its own accord.
* From Wales? He should be musical. Most Welsh people are. * she thought, putting the last pencil stroke on the paper.
Simon was sent to sit down, as he moved Rac stared at him again. A twitching, in the back of her mind, was trying to tell her something, but she couldn't place it.
At lunchtime she sat on her own, and saw the Brotherhood sit down in their usual place, along with Simon, and a girl.
Rac's right hand grabbed a pencil and paper and started capturing the girl's features, while her left hand carried on feeding her. Her mind was working over time, until it clicked.
* Wanda Maximof. No wonder she felt slightly familiar. And Simon, he must be a mutant, too. I'd better introduce myself. *
During I.T. Rac arranged a text message, to Henry:
'rive t bh ltr n norm nw mut d piet sis rive 4oh ltr c u'
Out of text speak, it read
'Arrive at Brotherhood house later than normal. New mutant and Pietro's sister. Arrive quarter of an hour later. See you!'
After school, Rac started searching for Simon. Lance had earned a detention, so the rest of the Brotherhood weren't going anywhere, for about ½ an hour.
Simon was in the music room, playing the piano, superbly and singing along to his tune. Rac slipped into the soundproof room, unheard. Simon was playing a song Rac recognised, so she joined in the last verse, offering a descant, to Simon's firm bass. He turned to face her.
"Hi, I'm Rac. What's your mutation?"
"W.w.what?"
"I said, what's your mutation?"
"How do you know I have one?"
"You're living with the Brotherhood. You've got to be a mutant."
"How do you know.?"
"About mutants? I'm one!"
"An X-man!" he pointed a finger at Rac, and a blast of sound hit her right shoulder, cutting through her t-shirt.
"No, I'm not an X-man. Nor am I with Magneto."
"How can I trust you?"
"Errh? Well, all the X-men have gone. None of them will go to the Brotherhood house, so if I go there with you, you can find out if I'm telling the truth or not."
"Alright, but I warn you."
"Cool, it! How you getting home?"
"Walking, it's not far."
"OK."
"Move!"
* He wants to be in control. But he's not. He's freaking out. I need to talk to Boom and the boys. *
They walked out, into the car park, stopping by Lance's jeep.
"Won't the others worry?"
"I'll leave a message." Simon started looking for some paper, and a pencil. Rac quickly removed the necessary articles from her bag, and handed them to him.
Once the note was written, they started walking; Rac knew that the route they were taking, through the woods, took about 10 mins. Lance was let out of detention about 5 mins after they left, the others would be at the Brotherhood house in about 9 mins. She needed to arrive after the Brotherhood, so she'd be safe. Time for some extra time.
Rac tripped over a tree root, falling on Simon. She slowed time down for herself and Simon. Normally he'd notice that she'd done it, but she had 2 points in her favour: 1. he didn't know her power. 2. No one else was around.
When they arrived at the Brotherhood house, Simon stared at the various members of the Brotherhood, who were lounging around on the furniture.
"Hi, Simon!"
"What kept you?"
"Hi Rac!"
"How'd you get here before us? You said there was a shortcut through the woods."
"You were walking with Rac?"
"Yes."
"You should have kept an eye on your watch."
"Who is this Rac?"
"Me. Hi, Wanda. Pleased to meet you."
"You're not a member of the Brotherhood."
"No, I'm not."
"An X-man!" Wanda pointed her hand at Rac ready to fire one of her bolts. She never got to fire.
"Let go, Boo!" Wanda yelled, as she noticed that Pietro was holding her wrist, aiming it at the ceiling.
"No."
"Boo, she's an X-man."
"No, she's not."
"Then she's with father!"
"No, I'm not."
"You must either be an X-man or with father!"
"She's not."
"If you want to hurt her, you'll have to go through us first."
"Boom, boys, who the h*ck went over the social structure with her? I wager she did Simon."
"Erm."
"Mystic."
"That explains everything. Nothing against Mystic, but she never kept up to date on the social structure."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll show you, Wanda." Rac stuck her hand out, and her bag flew to it.
"TK!"
"No, not quite." Rac unzipped a hidden pocket, and pulled out a bunch of pieces of paper. She started laying them out on the table.
"What are these?" Simon said, finally recovering from his initial shock of the fact that the others had arrived first, knew Rac, and wanted to protect her.
"Rac's pictures."
"You need two more."
"Am doing!" Rac yelled, her pen capturing Simon and Wanda, on paper.
"Good ones!" Lance said, once Rac had torn the paper off her pad. Rac quickly arranged the pictures on a nearby table. Splitting the pictures into 5 groups.
"Now, there are four groups, of mutants." Rac pointed to the pictures, which were miniatures of various mutants.
"I thought it was three?"
"No, four. There's the Brotherhood. Magneto's gang. The Xavier mansion."
"The X-Men!"
"No, the Xavier mansion. The last group are the drifters, they don't have any allegiance."
"Mystices not a drifter, isn't she?"
"I think she is, she hasn't turned up with you guys, Magneto hasn't got her, as far as I know, and last time I checked she wasn't at the mansion."
"Well, you would know."
"Right, the Xavier mansion is split up into two groups. The older group, which is made up of the adults and the older mutants, is the X-Men. The larger group is the New Recruits, made up of the younger mutants. The New Recruits are also known as the Newbies. And I am one of the Newbies."
"And being one of the Newbies is different to being X-Men."
"How do you know?"
"The Newbies come round here, they come for talks, to help out, and other things."
"Rac and Henry come round every day, after school. Rac helps clean up, and Henry fixes everything that goes wrong."
"Everything electrical at least."
"How do you know you can trust her?"
"Because Magneto tried to destroy her."
"Because she couldn't hurt a fly."
"Because she's defenceless."
"Because she's different."
"Because she hates attacking people."
"Because I carry this." Rac lifted her head, from its position, leaning towards her left shoulder. She wiped all the illusions from her face, revealing her scar.
***
SEND ME A BL*DY REVIEW!!!
SORRY I'M VERY P*SSED OFF!
School mocks.