Unlimited
She came home with a split lip again.
"Damnit, Rain, why don't you stand up to them?" Jake asked. She glared at him.
"Because there's four of them, and one of me. Not to mention the fact that they're all about a foot taller."
"Then why don't you tell somebody?" Jake was in anguish over his little sister's daily torture.
"Because nobody cares." She said quietly. Jake stopped trying to clean her sluggishly bleeding lip.
"Of course somebody cares," he said softly.
"Like who?" Rain replied scornfully, trying to keep the cut on her lip as far from her tongue as she could.
"Me."
That had been more than six years ago, when she was still living with her older brother, Jake. Rain Phillips was a normal teen of sixteen years; a normal teen who also happened to be a mutant. She was living at the Xavier Institute, where her brother had left her once he had found out about her…powers.
Rain scowled. Jake had been a great older brother; when she was being beaten up in school, it had been Jake who accompanied her to and from school, beating the living hell out of anybody who touched his baby sister. But, once he had found out, he was freaked. He wouldn't go near her, wouldn't talk to her; wouldn't stand up for her. She had been only ten when he dumped her in Bayville and took off. She had been very fond of her older brother; she had idolized him. But now she felt only hate and scorn for him, as well as the rest of humanity. Life was nothing but a torturing hell, one that had to be endured. Rain sighed, and stood up from her bed where she had lain. It was late afternoon; she had been out of school for about an hour, and still she had made no move to start the piles of homework she had. Walking to her window, she looked outside. It was a crisp autumn day, and held the promise of snow. Smiling wryly, Rain grabbed her black scarf, wrapping it around her throat. She pulled on black leather gloves, and walked out of her room, heading towards the door. She had nearly reached it when she heard a voice call her name.
"Rain? Where are you going?" The girl turned around, training a tired, bored eye on Professor Xavier. It looked as if he had just moved his wheelchair to the receiving room from the living room. Rain sighed.
"Out, Professor. Just…Out."
"And that's all you're going to wear? It's below thirty degrees out there, Rain; you'll freeze!"
Rain scowled. "I can take care of myself; I know what the temperature is; that's why I'm wearing this. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a walk to take." The professor sighed as the door closed behind Rain; she had been living in the Institute for two months already, and her attitude had not changed a whit. Shaking his head, he turned and headed toward the labs. Something would have to be done; she didn't care for her powers; at least, not in the way he had hoped she would. Rain had lived in Bayville for five years before coming to the Institute. Xavier had kept an eye on her, finally taking her in when she nearly killed someone who tried to hurt her.
He met up with Jean as he came to the elevator that led down stairs. She smiled wanly at him.
"Hello Professor." Taking a closer look at his brooding face, she asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
"Rain," he said. At first, Jean didn't understand what he was talking about; but it dawned on her as he sent her a mental image of who he meant.
"Oh, I see." She said. "How long has she been here?"
"Two months."
"And still no change?"
"None what so ever. She still doesn't seem to have much control over her powers; she doesn't even seem to care. I'm baffled; he the more difficult students have made progress after a month or so here. She still does nothing. She always seems…bored."
Jean nodded. "Yes, I've noticed that also. It seems as though she gets good enough grades in school, but I've seen reports that she is inattentive." Jean was finally out of Bayville High, along with Scott, and some of the older X-Men.
"I just don't know what to do with her," Xavier sighed.
"As long as Mystique and Magenito stay away, it'll be all right."
She came home with a split lip again.
"Damnit, Rain, why don't you stand up to them?" Jake asked. She glared at him.
"Because there's four of them, and one of me. Not to mention the fact that they're all about a foot taller."
"Then why don't you tell somebody?" Jake was in anguish over his little sister's daily torture.
"Because nobody cares." She said quietly. Jake stopped trying to clean her sluggishly bleeding lip.
"Of course somebody cares," he said softly.
"Like who?" Rain replied scornfully, trying to keep the cut on her lip as far from her tongue as she could.
"Me."
That had been more than six years ago, when she was still living with her older brother, Jake. Rain Phillips was a normal teen of sixteen years; a normal teen who also happened to be a mutant. She was living at the Xavier Institute, where her brother had left her once he had found out about her…powers.
Rain scowled. Jake had been a great older brother; when she was being beaten up in school, it had been Jake who accompanied her to and from school, beating the living hell out of anybody who touched his baby sister. But, once he had found out, he was freaked. He wouldn't go near her, wouldn't talk to her; wouldn't stand up for her. She had been only ten when he dumped her in Bayville and took off. She had been very fond of her older brother; she had idolized him. But now she felt only hate and scorn for him, as well as the rest of humanity. Life was nothing but a torturing hell, one that had to be endured. Rain sighed, and stood up from her bed where she had lain. It was late afternoon; she had been out of school for about an hour, and still she had made no move to start the piles of homework she had. Walking to her window, she looked outside. It was a crisp autumn day, and held the promise of snow. Smiling wryly, Rain grabbed her black scarf, wrapping it around her throat. She pulled on black leather gloves, and walked out of her room, heading towards the door. She had nearly reached it when she heard a voice call her name.
"Rain? Where are you going?" The girl turned around, training a tired, bored eye on Professor Xavier. It looked as if he had just moved his wheelchair to the receiving room from the living room. Rain sighed.
"Out, Professor. Just…Out."
"And that's all you're going to wear? It's below thirty degrees out there, Rain; you'll freeze!"
Rain scowled. "I can take care of myself; I know what the temperature is; that's why I'm wearing this. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a walk to take." The professor sighed as the door closed behind Rain; she had been living in the Institute for two months already, and her attitude had not changed a whit. Shaking his head, he turned and headed toward the labs. Something would have to be done; she didn't care for her powers; at least, not in the way he had hoped she would. Rain had lived in Bayville for five years before coming to the Institute. Xavier had kept an eye on her, finally taking her in when she nearly killed someone who tried to hurt her.
He met up with Jean as he came to the elevator that led down stairs. She smiled wanly at him.
"Hello Professor." Taking a closer look at his brooding face, she asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
"Rain," he said. At first, Jean didn't understand what he was talking about; but it dawned on her as he sent her a mental image of who he meant.
"Oh, I see." She said. "How long has she been here?"
"Two months."
"And still no change?"
"None what so ever. She still doesn't seem to have much control over her powers; she doesn't even seem to care. I'm baffled; he the more difficult students have made progress after a month or so here. She still does nothing. She always seems…bored."
Jean nodded. "Yes, I've noticed that also. It seems as though she gets good enough grades in school, but I've seen reports that she is inattentive." Jean was finally out of Bayville High, along with Scott, and some of the older X-Men.
"I just don't know what to do with her," Xavier sighed.
"As long as Mystique and Magenito stay away, it'll be all right."