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On Angels Wings
Chapter 2: Common Situation
Scott told her some of the stories about what the X men mean and everything they have done for the human race. Including how often Scott and the rest of them saved the normal humans from total death. Zoe watched in awe as a mansion rose up from the hills. "This place is so beautiful." She said.
"The best part, once you get the hang of your wings, you can fly around the premises at night." Scott told her. They stepped out of the car and walked up the steps. A blue fuzzy elf boy walked out the front door. "Hey Kurt."
"Hey Scott, Rouge, Logan and girl with Angel wings." He said as if it did not shock him that she had wings. "So the new recruit has wings. Are we going to get Warren to teach her to fly?"
"If he agrees to it." Scott said. "Come on lets get you to the professor." Scott started to lead Zoe into the mansion.
"Who's Warren?" Zoe asked following Scott into the house.
"Warren Worthington, you might have seen the guardian Angel reports on TV. He is a good guy. He has a great heart. He could teach you to fly if he wants to." They walked down many hallways. Scott gave her the two-cent tour before he knocked on two oak doors before he opened them. "Professor, I'd like you to meet Zoe."
"Welcome Zoe. I am Dr. Charles Xavier. Welcome to the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters." He sat back in his chair. "By the looks of it you're going to need some new cloths. Did you bring anything with you?" Zoe shook her head. "Did they tell you that you could?"
"I didn't want to go back there." She wrapped her wings around her. For the first time she saw how much blood was covering the other feathers. "Is there anywhere I could figure out how to wash these things?" there was a knock on the door.
"Come in Kitty." A girl with medium dark brown hair walked in wearing a pink top stood in the door.
"Hey Professor, you wanted to see me?" She said.
"Kitty, I would like you to meet Zoe Hunter, I need you to go out and get her a bunch of shirts that have the back cut out of them. She could also use a few pairs of jeans. Could you run to the mall for her."
"Sure Professor. Zoe, what size are you." Kitty asked.
"Oh Kitty, Zoe will be sharing a room with you and Rogue." He said. Zoe stood up. "Kitty why don't you take her to your rooms."
"Come on Zoe." She said leading Zoe off into the mansion. "So what kind of music do you listen to?"
"House, Club, anything really. I just cannot stand rap. It does not have the soul of rock and the powerful beats of club. Not to mention its not really music." Kitty laughed. "What?"
"Rogue is almost the same thing. Only she hates pop." Kitty opened a door. "This is it." They walked in to see a semi messy room with three beds, posters a stereo system and a few plush toys here and there. Over all it looked like a few teenagers lived in it. "Its normally cleaner."
"Its cool." She said. "Which one is my bed?" She looked at two neatly made beds and one that looked as if someone died in it and fell onto the floor.
"The one near the window." Zoe sat down on it.
"Plush." She said.
"Oh what size do you wear? I'm guessing you'll want to change soon." Kitty looked over Zoe's bloody tang top and dirty jeans.
"Go with Medium tang tops and size 12 jeans. Plain old jeans will do. You do not need anything fancy. Well, slightly baggy is always good." Zoe said lying back on the bed. She fidgeted a bit before getting conferrable and wrapping her wings around her.
"What colors?"
"Any will do." She shrugged. "I don't really care what color. Only greens and yellows do not really look good on me. I'm going to take a nap for a while."
"I'll wake you when I get back."
"Ok Kitty, I'll see you later."
Professor Xavier was in his office on a videophone talking with someone with bird wings behind him. "Warren, please, can you come help a pupil of mine learn to fly?"
"I'm sorry Professor. I cannot, no one can teach anyone else to control his or her powers. Your good at teaching control its self. Nevertheless, you cannot control wings. No one but the flyer can." Warren explained. He grabbed a pen and paper.
"I'm not sure how they are going to learn now, since you won't help her."
"Professor, you're twisting my words around. I didn't say I won't help them, its just I can't. God knows I want to but there is too much going on in the city right now. There are armed men everywhere. Eventually someone is going to get hurt. You know I can't let them hurt anyone." Warren told Professor Xavier.
"I understand. If you get a chance, will you come help out with her training?" Professor Xavier asked.
"It's a she?" He watched Professor Xavier nod. "Why didn't you say that before? How about this, why don't you send her here, to New York City?" He asked.
"For a while, I would like to keep her wings under close watch, I'll send her out there as soon as I can." Professor Xavier took a sip of coffee.
"I'll talk to you later. Keep me posted with how she's doing." Professor Xavier nodded before the screen went black.
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A/N: Since a few people said that I should not be writing this, I think I am actually going to finish this for once. In addition, when you review, please leave a name and a good message explaining WHY it sucks or WHY it is good. Explain your messages. In addition, if you think your 8-year-old brother can do a better job writing, lets see him post.
FLAMERS: GO A HEAD AND FLAME ME I'VE GOT MY MASHMELLOWS AND EVERYTHING READY. I'LL MAKE ME SOME SMORES!
~.~
On Angels Wings
Chapter 2: Common Situation
Scott told her some of the stories about what the X men mean and everything they have done for the human race. Including how often Scott and the rest of them saved the normal humans from total death. Zoe watched in awe as a mansion rose up from the hills. "This place is so beautiful." She said.
"The best part, once you get the hang of your wings, you can fly around the premises at night." Scott told her. They stepped out of the car and walked up the steps. A blue fuzzy elf boy walked out the front door. "Hey Kurt."
"Hey Scott, Rouge, Logan and girl with Angel wings." He said as if it did not shock him that she had wings. "So the new recruit has wings. Are we going to get Warren to teach her to fly?"
"If he agrees to it." Scott said. "Come on lets get you to the professor." Scott started to lead Zoe into the mansion.
"Who's Warren?" Zoe asked following Scott into the house.
"Warren Worthington, you might have seen the guardian Angel reports on TV. He is a good guy. He has a great heart. He could teach you to fly if he wants to." They walked down many hallways. Scott gave her the two-cent tour before he knocked on two oak doors before he opened them. "Professor, I'd like you to meet Zoe."
"Welcome Zoe. I am Dr. Charles Xavier. Welcome to the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters." He sat back in his chair. "By the looks of it you're going to need some new cloths. Did you bring anything with you?" Zoe shook her head. "Did they tell you that you could?"
"I didn't want to go back there." She wrapped her wings around her. For the first time she saw how much blood was covering the other feathers. "Is there anywhere I could figure out how to wash these things?" there was a knock on the door.
"Come in Kitty." A girl with medium dark brown hair walked in wearing a pink top stood in the door.
"Hey Professor, you wanted to see me?" She said.
"Kitty, I would like you to meet Zoe Hunter, I need you to go out and get her a bunch of shirts that have the back cut out of them. She could also use a few pairs of jeans. Could you run to the mall for her."
"Sure Professor. Zoe, what size are you." Kitty asked.
"Oh Kitty, Zoe will be sharing a room with you and Rogue." He said. Zoe stood up. "Kitty why don't you take her to your rooms."
"Come on Zoe." She said leading Zoe off into the mansion. "So what kind of music do you listen to?"
"House, Club, anything really. I just cannot stand rap. It does not have the soul of rock and the powerful beats of club. Not to mention its not really music." Kitty laughed. "What?"
"Rogue is almost the same thing. Only she hates pop." Kitty opened a door. "This is it." They walked in to see a semi messy room with three beds, posters a stereo system and a few plush toys here and there. Over all it looked like a few teenagers lived in it. "Its normally cleaner."
"Its cool." She said. "Which one is my bed?" She looked at two neatly made beds and one that looked as if someone died in it and fell onto the floor.
"The one near the window." Zoe sat down on it.
"Plush." She said.
"Oh what size do you wear? I'm guessing you'll want to change soon." Kitty looked over Zoe's bloody tang top and dirty jeans.
"Go with Medium tang tops and size 12 jeans. Plain old jeans will do. You do not need anything fancy. Well, slightly baggy is always good." Zoe said lying back on the bed. She fidgeted a bit before getting conferrable and wrapping her wings around her.
"What colors?"
"Any will do." She shrugged. "I don't really care what color. Only greens and yellows do not really look good on me. I'm going to take a nap for a while."
"I'll wake you when I get back."
"Ok Kitty, I'll see you later."
Professor Xavier was in his office on a videophone talking with someone with bird wings behind him. "Warren, please, can you come help a pupil of mine learn to fly?"
"I'm sorry Professor. I cannot, no one can teach anyone else to control his or her powers. Your good at teaching control its self. Nevertheless, you cannot control wings. No one but the flyer can." Warren explained. He grabbed a pen and paper.
"I'm not sure how they are going to learn now, since you won't help her."
"Professor, you're twisting my words around. I didn't say I won't help them, its just I can't. God knows I want to but there is too much going on in the city right now. There are armed men everywhere. Eventually someone is going to get hurt. You know I can't let them hurt anyone." Warren told Professor Xavier.
"I understand. If you get a chance, will you come help out with her training?" Professor Xavier asked.
"It's a she?" He watched Professor Xavier nod. "Why didn't you say that before? How about this, why don't you send her here, to New York City?" He asked.
"For a while, I would like to keep her wings under close watch, I'll send her out there as soon as I can." Professor Xavier took a sip of coffee.
"I'll talk to you later. Keep me posted with how she's doing." Professor Xavier nodded before the screen went black.
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A/N: Since a few people said that I should not be writing this, I think I am actually going to finish this for once. In addition, when you review, please leave a name and a good message explaining WHY it sucks or WHY it is good. Explain your messages. In addition, if you think your 8-year-old brother can do a better job writing, lets see him post.