To Survive
Chapter Two
Morning!
Washington, D.C. White House
"Well Mr. President; how are you today?" called a woman behind an oak desk.
The president smiled at her, "Great, yours Patricia?" he said as he stopped by to look at today's schedule.
"Just fine. You have a ten o'clock meeting with Japan's Prime Minister and then you have lunch with your wife at twelve thirty." She said and went back to her work.
"Thank you." he said and walked off to greet the Vice president and Chief Counselor.
"Any news on Mr. Ugihasi?" the president asked as they walked to two large office doors.
"Nothing except that he drives a hard bargain and explodes when he doesn't get his way." the C.C. said as they pushed open a door to reveal Mr. Ugihasi and his own men.
The president nodded with a smile as the other two took to seats beside his own. The president shook hands with Mr. Ugihasi before giving a slight bow.
Both men took seats and were about to begin when the air shifted and all went black.
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School for gifted Youngsters
The professor was at his desk, reading and grading essays of his class when he felt a presence.
"Come in." he said, still looking at the papers.
Jean came in with a girl around the age of seventeen.
"Professor, this is Monet St. Croix." Jean said as she stepped away from the girl a little ways, giving the professor a better view of the young woman.
The girl was very pretty. She was five foot seven with long straight black hair to her waist and dark brown eyes and tan skin. From first glance you could tell that she came from Algeria.
"Hello, welcome to my school. You wish to apply here. Is that correct?" The professor said gently with a kind smile as he wheeled his way around his desk to present himself better.
Monet gave an equally kind smile and nodded.
"I'm glad you're interested. My name is Charles Xavier." he said and held out his hand.
Monet took his hand and shook it gently.
"As you probably know, that is Ms. Jean Grey who brought you in." he said, with a little of a question in it.
The girl nodded again and looked back at Jean, who gave her a nod.
The professor smiled a trying smile and told Monet to follow him.
"I'm going to introduce you to someone to take you on a tour of the school, if you don't mind." he said as he waited for her to come along with him.
Monet's eyes brightened as she realized that she was accepted and rushed by his side. "Thank you." she said gently and gratefully, her Algerian accent visible.
The professor gave a achieved smile as he got a word out of her and led her to the gym where her soon-to-be teacher would take her on the tour.
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Washington D.C. White House
Everyone backed away as the black void/wind tunnel disappeared and out came a, thing. The thing was five foot seven or eight with a skin tight black suit up to her neck and down her arms to her wrists and legs. Her skin was brown/red and her hair was long wisped back spiked hair. The thing was on the table in the center and looked around at them all, resting it's all blue eyes on the President.
It held up it's hands in an attack posture. It's fingers were not fingers, but nine inch long brown/red pointed claws, like her hair. She lunged at the president with her claws ready to slice and dice when a gun was fired.
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School for Gifted Youngsters
Monet and the Professor entered the gym where a resting and smirking Logan sat. The professor cleared his throat as Logan hadn't noticed them yet. Logan looked up slowly to see the two there and he groaned, he was going to have to take another kid on a tour.
"Logan, this is Monet St. Croix." the professor said as he watched Logan stand up and hold out his hand.
"Hi." he said as he waited for her to grab his hand.
Monet just stood there, her eyes not really focusing on anything. Logan looked at the professor and in return the professor looked at Monet.
She just kept standing there, looking into space. Her eyes were glazed over like she was high on acid and didn't respond to anything. The professor decided to try something.
He looked in her eyes and tried to read her mind. But before he could get anywhere in her mind, she somehow shoved him out, causing him to grip his head in pain.
The professor cringed and rubbed his forehead as Logan asked if he was alright.
"I'm fine." he said and watched as Monet came back to reality.
She looked at the two and then back down, tears coming to her eyes.
"I'm sorry." she said quietly and kept her head down.
"It's alright. But you and I have to talk about your abilities. There's more than being Super girl to you than you let me think." he said, giving her the idea that he possibly read her mind when she walked in.
Logan looked at them in confusion and decided that it was best to raise up his white flag and stay out. The professor felt Logan trying to retreat from the scene through the back door.
"Logan, are you going to take Ms. Croix on a tour?" the professor more stated than asked.
Logan groaned and turned around and gave a false smile with a look in his eyes evident that he didn't want to do this.
"I'm coming." he growled/groaned.
Monet couldn't hold a giggle. She put her hand over her mouth to cover it up as best as she could, but it didn't work. Logan glared at her.
"Come on." he said and walked through the front doors of the gym with a now laughing Monet coming up behind him.
The professor smiled and shook his head. He was glad that he was a mutant, even if the world hated and feared him and his students, he wouldn't trade where he was, not even his wheelchair.
For this is his family, his children in a way. And they astonished him every single day.
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A-N- Is it good so far? Should I run for the hills? Beverly Hills that is, swimming pools and movie stars.
Disclaimer- Characters, not mine. Story idea, sorta mine. For everything else, there's a MWHAHAHAH ::coughs hard and loudly:: DAMMIT!!!!