Hey all. I wasn't sure where this chapter was going to lead, so I just
went with it. It's a little long, but the next chapter will be full of
Kurt goodness, I promise, lmao. So, on with it, I guess!!
'A Soul Reborn' by BlueEyes
And I shall rise...
The words seemed to echo over and over in her mind. Where were they from? Had she said them? She sighed with lack of fulfillment, and Fairenth traced her index finger over the lax painting of her. She contiguously drew back her hand as if the picture had injured her, and she stared at it with detestation. Who had actually taken exclusive time out to paint such a hideous portrait of her? She looked as if she WAS the spawn of the devil, her eyes beaming an unfavorable glare, and her hair looking as if she had been devastated. Tears sprung to her eyes, and she slammed the book closed with retribution, and backed away from it, her hands swabbing at her eyes benumbed. For the last few days, her mind was in chaos, trying to figure out why on earth she was the way she was. The Professor had sat down with her after her episode in the room, and explained to her why she was alive, why she was sitting in a foreign place. It all started out easy as he began, but as the conversation proceeded, and he referred to her death... it became too much for her, too soon.
She had passed out, cold.
From then on, she forbidden to see anyone till her mind was set, and she was ready to communicate like a human. But how was it to work? She had no wisdom of this new world she now inhered to, and she would look like a fool to the others. What would they think? Would they in turn just sentence her to the same death as before for her wrongs? She turned her eyes to the mirror behind her. A mirror. Her eyes shone back at her full intensity, and she was cleaned up. Her hair parted in the middle, and falling in straight waves down her back, the colors separated evenly. The Professor had gotten her clothing, but she refused them vicariously. He had brought her clothes to which she had learned were the devils clothes; clothes that showed ones chest and legs. A women had to be covered up by ultimate cause, and even if she was in a new world now, she was going to stick to her old morality. Fairenth had felt bad when he seemed bewildered, but in the end he had brought up new ones, a 'sweater' as he had called it, and a pair of 'slacks'. These fitted her, and although she still found them derogatory, she wore them to propitiate the man. He had been receptive enough to take her in, after all.
She closed her eyes, and then opened them again as she heard a call from downstairs.
"FAIRENTH?"
The Professor. He had told her he was going to call her when he was ready for her, and her heart leaped as she just carefully thought about running away. She was to meet all of them, face her fears and begin her new life. Or at least that was how the Professor had put it. She turned to the door, and took ethereal steps as she walked out and down the long sets of stairs with wide eyes. It never ciesed to amaze her here. Such riches.... she turned her eyes downcast, and turned right when she heard voices coming from the living room. She ran a hand over her 'sweater' and stepped to the room quickly, keeping her head down.
"Fairenth?" The Professor said mildly, and she bit her lip and cringed. Another countless rule purged her mind: when a man questions, a women should doubtlessly answer. She lifted her eyes slowly, and was met with about seven pairs of eyes. She ignored the rest, and turned hers to the blue ones of the man.
"Yes?" she said scrupulously, keeping her eyes locked on the Professors. He smiled at her, sensing her unwavering fear. He started to oppugn his decision, thinking she might not have been ready for the meetings yet. He sighed silently. But she had to face the world sometime, and the students had to start to teach her the basics. He turned to the students before he left Fairenth's eyes.
"I'd like to meet the other students" he said, and she secured her hands in front of her, and turned her eyes down again, chagrined of the bright lights of them. He introduced them all, from the Scott Summers to the Kurt Wagner.
Kurt Wagner.
She had backed a few steps away when she had saw him. Everything her mother ever told her of demons dwelled in this boy. Shining yellow eyes, three fingers, and a blue fur coat. Fear had acclaimed in her throat and she stared him down for a instant. She watched as his eyes turned down as hers had previously, and he scuffled his feet with a soft 'hi'. Fairenth had raised an inauspicious eyebrow, her emotions disordered as her thoughts fell in-between fear and curiosity. Penitence settled deeper than fear and curiosity, her mind telling her he looked no below par than she did. Her white gleaming eyes probably only reflected in his own yellow. She murmured an equal 'hello' to him, and he looked at her, a mix of surprise and cynicism on his face. She turned away as a women's voice broke her thoughts.
"... child, are you all right?" Fairenth raised her eyes as she watched the women she had come to know as 'Ororo' walked towards her justly, her hips mesmerizing with delicate motion. Her mind was so in disarray and disconcerted, everything was starting to swirl together as recollections hit her hard. She started to breathe heavily, trying to gain some disposition as her eyes stayed locked on Ororo's hips. She closed her eyes at the unclear memory of her mother.
{{memory}}
.. Mothers hips had swayed with such contingent movements and feminism, it almost set jealously in Fairenths mind. Her eyes traveled to her father, sitting at the table, also watching her mother closely. Fairenth watched with pure intrigue from her dank corner, only her eyes showing through in the darkness. Her eyes turned back to her parents when she saw her father get up with a intoxicated grin, and grab her mother by the hips she had been keeping an eye on beforehand. Her mother let out a little whoop, and he turned her rudely towards him and pressed her to his chest. Fairenth's eyes expanded, and she shrunk gradually into the corner, feeling as if maybe she shouldn't be watching. Her mother started to demur lightly, but evidently her father would have none of it. Fairenth started to stand so she could leave as her father threw his lips onto her mothers. The shadows she caused when she moved caught her fathers observation. His eyes whipped to her, and he sneered, still locking her mother to his body.
"You find this entertaining, girl?" he partly barked, and she quivered. Her eyes heeded the distance from the door to her, and suspected she would never make it. He laughed cordially, and let go of her mother, who in turn spun and hit the dresser with a yelp. He grabbed one of the wooden mixers off the table, and turned eyes that set fear straight into her soul, right onto her. He started towards.
"As much as it would probably do you upright seeing that, since you'll never get to apperceive it yourself, I don't want you getting the idea that inquiring is good. Have you learned nothing from our culture? Your lucky we didn't get rid of you when you were born" he said deep in his throat, and a certain fear set in her that she had never had before...
A fear of touch.
{{End memory}}
Fairenth stared straight forward, tears rolling down her eyes as she lost sight of Ororo's hips. Memories had been lost when she had plunged into the water, as in a sort of traumatic experience type deal, but as time was going on... certain memories were down pouring back to her. None of which were good. Her breathing was tense, and she could almost feel the places where he had beat her, stinging. Ororo advanced to her, her eyes wide when she saw the look that had set upon Fairenths face. She extended out and put two hands on her shoulders, and asked again.
"Child, maybe you should-" she stopped when the disheveled girl anchored out, and struck her against her throat, all breath leaving her. Ororo spun to the floor, and Fairenths knees gave as she fell into an ill-famed crouching position. The people in the room rapidly rushed to Ororo, and some of them came toward her, but she was too far into the memory to know that these people were there to alleviate her torture. All she could picture was the barbarous beating drawing near, how much pain she would feel in her bones later. She cried, and in pure intuitive, dug her hands to the newly carpeted room floor, and localized all her energy there. Kurt and the others hurried forward to her, concerned over her outburst. Evan was about to kneel next to her when the earth seemed to drumbeat under his feet. He looked down, and his eyes went huge when he saw roots burst from the ground.
His mind reeled. Roots?
Large roots, twining and whipping as they surrounding the crying girl on the ground, threatening to earnestly hurt anyone that so thought of looming them. Logan's eyes were wild, and he immediately discharged his claws out, and cut three of the impending vines. He ducked under the deeper ones, and just as he stretched to get Fairenth out of the derangement, one sprung out from under him, and rendered him benumbed. They all executed in turn, cutting and slicing the roots to get through. The others yelled, and some fended off the vines, yelping and screaming when one of them hit Evan square in the head, slamming him into the east wall. Just as that happened, everything locked.
The vines swept back into the earth as quickly as they had come, and revealed a now standing Fairenth. Her eyes were radiant, and she was staring at the expired roots. Fairenth grasped at her chest, the suffering of the nearby tree that owned the roots wrecking her soul. Three of it's arteries were now cut, and the tree was weeping in her mind. All the others stopped and perceived her as she stood still. The Professor came out with the voice of reason.
"Fairenth, you need to comfort down..." he said, but nothing fathomed her thoughts. She watched sluggishly as water started to come out of the disjoined roots, along with sap sediments amongst other things. Her eyes traveled to the floor, which now was brutally broken, the room a mess. Fairenth unexpectedly felt no tears come to her eyes as they usually did, only panic resting beneath her heart. She took a sharp enrollment of breath, and floundered backwards as she turned to make it to the door. Her eyesight was blurry and rumpled, but she had to get out.
This was no place for her, either was to get out, or die trying to.
Yells proceeded her departure. And she heard footsteps running after her as she made for the woods. The scene was so customary to her, she could almost taste the night she had died in her mouth. How the moon shown on only her, an how the trees told her the helpful hints. But now, this was day-fall and no night hide her existence. The footfalls where getting flocculent as she let the wind take it upon her to help. Her legs were now weary, and the trees that she passed where becoming large blurry figures. The night air hushed her breathing, and she found herself running on fuels. Her spurting become slower, and slower till she just gave up and fell to her side weakly with a silenced thud. Her head hit the cold earth, and she had never felt so violated by the earth in her life. Obstinate to go on, she crawled up and tried to scramble away from the world. Away from pain, and away from the pressures. She cried out when what seemed like a rock dug into her side, further tearing the sweater. Fairenth was overwhelmed to feel guilt for tearing the Professors clothes, but she instantaneously pushed it away she protracted with her frantic crawling and digging.
She stopped when a loud BAMF and a familiar voice regarded her.
"You can't do this to yourself" Fairenth blinked quietly as the familiar German accent murmured to her, standing over her crimped form. You can't do this to yourself? What kind of self imprinted statement was that? She found her whole body suddenly enraged at the world, and she fought for the vigor to get up and run again. She lifted her body to a kneeling position, and Kurt backed away she shook roughly and fell to her stomach heedlessly. He sighed not knowing what to do, his young mind telling him to just go and get personage to help. He scraped his head, and his yellow eyes trafficked to where her stomach was bleeding. He sighed ,and bent down so she could see him.
"Your bleeding" he stated, and what he said seemed to spark a light in Fairenth. Her eyes clicked open, and she sat up on her knees with potency fueled by pure rage. All her emotions that were bottling up in her where shattering, and all Kurt do was sit back and watch.
"I'm bleeding?" she repeated to him with furious eyes. She laughed some to herself through tears as her voice lifted an octave.
"Funny. I thought evil spirits didn't bleed" she got out with a wobbly voice, looking at her hands with the blood. She was jarring so hard, Kurt was distressed. His eyes were huge, and he looked around the woods to find someone to help. His eyes returned to Fairenths, and he looked at her.
"Your no demon, all right? You an X-Man now. Your going to be apart of our family, and we are going to take care of you, no matter what" he said, his voice shaky. She looked up to him with overemotional eyes. Kurt felt a tug at his heart; she was in so much pain.
"I well-nigh wounded your friends" she whispered with regret and pain staining her voice. He shook his head.
"Yeah, that could be a low point.." he stopped when he slipped that out. He flinched and began again when he saw her face fall.
"Forget it all. You starting on a new slate now, and me and the others are going to help you live your new life here in Bayeville" he said gently, but she remained silent for a few moments. She turned her eyes floored, and spoke in a soundless tone.
"What if I don't want to live?"
His head shot up at the depressed statement, and stared at her for a few moments. Deciding what was to be done, he took her hand gently, despite her objections and flexing. She cried arduously at the touch, but Kurt was resolved, determined to show her that not everyone was out to harm her. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he felt her slowly relax under his three fingered hands, and then Kurt tilted her chin up so she could look at him with alarmed eyes. His were so much like hers... the seemed to mirror a disposition he had not even months ago. She tried to pull away again feebly with hushed whispers of 'no..stop..', but he held fast and ultimately spoke with such a compassion that it made Fairenth desist her struggle and gaze at him.
"What if I gave you a reason to?"
Oh man, I am so evil huh? You'll never know if he was hinting at something, or maybe he was trying to jut help in his frustrated state... lol, sorry, I can't resist. Ok ok, so I understand Kurt is a little off on character here, but how else can I establish a trust base between Fairenth and him? He had to be serious somewhere, lmao. I'm not planning on bolting right into this relationship between Fairenth and Kurt right now, because as I made it apparent, Fairenth needs to fix her life up before turning to a 'special someone'. Plus, does life really work that way? Lmao, they need time first, but things will be much lighthearted for the next uh, I'm gonna say four chapters before I start to wind down and begin the process of the endings. We still have some chapter to go though till the ending, so uh, read on!!!
'A Soul Reborn' by BlueEyes
And I shall rise...
The words seemed to echo over and over in her mind. Where were they from? Had she said them? She sighed with lack of fulfillment, and Fairenth traced her index finger over the lax painting of her. She contiguously drew back her hand as if the picture had injured her, and she stared at it with detestation. Who had actually taken exclusive time out to paint such a hideous portrait of her? She looked as if she WAS the spawn of the devil, her eyes beaming an unfavorable glare, and her hair looking as if she had been devastated. Tears sprung to her eyes, and she slammed the book closed with retribution, and backed away from it, her hands swabbing at her eyes benumbed. For the last few days, her mind was in chaos, trying to figure out why on earth she was the way she was. The Professor had sat down with her after her episode in the room, and explained to her why she was alive, why she was sitting in a foreign place. It all started out easy as he began, but as the conversation proceeded, and he referred to her death... it became too much for her, too soon.
She had passed out, cold.
From then on, she forbidden to see anyone till her mind was set, and she was ready to communicate like a human. But how was it to work? She had no wisdom of this new world she now inhered to, and she would look like a fool to the others. What would they think? Would they in turn just sentence her to the same death as before for her wrongs? She turned her eyes to the mirror behind her. A mirror. Her eyes shone back at her full intensity, and she was cleaned up. Her hair parted in the middle, and falling in straight waves down her back, the colors separated evenly. The Professor had gotten her clothing, but she refused them vicariously. He had brought her clothes to which she had learned were the devils clothes; clothes that showed ones chest and legs. A women had to be covered up by ultimate cause, and even if she was in a new world now, she was going to stick to her old morality. Fairenth had felt bad when he seemed bewildered, but in the end he had brought up new ones, a 'sweater' as he had called it, and a pair of 'slacks'. These fitted her, and although she still found them derogatory, she wore them to propitiate the man. He had been receptive enough to take her in, after all.
She closed her eyes, and then opened them again as she heard a call from downstairs.
"FAIRENTH?"
The Professor. He had told her he was going to call her when he was ready for her, and her heart leaped as she just carefully thought about running away. She was to meet all of them, face her fears and begin her new life. Or at least that was how the Professor had put it. She turned to the door, and took ethereal steps as she walked out and down the long sets of stairs with wide eyes. It never ciesed to amaze her here. Such riches.... she turned her eyes downcast, and turned right when she heard voices coming from the living room. She ran a hand over her 'sweater' and stepped to the room quickly, keeping her head down.
"Fairenth?" The Professor said mildly, and she bit her lip and cringed. Another countless rule purged her mind: when a man questions, a women should doubtlessly answer. She lifted her eyes slowly, and was met with about seven pairs of eyes. She ignored the rest, and turned hers to the blue ones of the man.
"Yes?" she said scrupulously, keeping her eyes locked on the Professors. He smiled at her, sensing her unwavering fear. He started to oppugn his decision, thinking she might not have been ready for the meetings yet. He sighed silently. But she had to face the world sometime, and the students had to start to teach her the basics. He turned to the students before he left Fairenth's eyes.
"I'd like to meet the other students" he said, and she secured her hands in front of her, and turned her eyes down again, chagrined of the bright lights of them. He introduced them all, from the Scott Summers to the Kurt Wagner.
Kurt Wagner.
She had backed a few steps away when she had saw him. Everything her mother ever told her of demons dwelled in this boy. Shining yellow eyes, three fingers, and a blue fur coat. Fear had acclaimed in her throat and she stared him down for a instant. She watched as his eyes turned down as hers had previously, and he scuffled his feet with a soft 'hi'. Fairenth had raised an inauspicious eyebrow, her emotions disordered as her thoughts fell in-between fear and curiosity. Penitence settled deeper than fear and curiosity, her mind telling her he looked no below par than she did. Her white gleaming eyes probably only reflected in his own yellow. She murmured an equal 'hello' to him, and he looked at her, a mix of surprise and cynicism on his face. She turned away as a women's voice broke her thoughts.
"... child, are you all right?" Fairenth raised her eyes as she watched the women she had come to know as 'Ororo' walked towards her justly, her hips mesmerizing with delicate motion. Her mind was so in disarray and disconcerted, everything was starting to swirl together as recollections hit her hard. She started to breathe heavily, trying to gain some disposition as her eyes stayed locked on Ororo's hips. She closed her eyes at the unclear memory of her mother.
{{memory}}
.. Mothers hips had swayed with such contingent movements and feminism, it almost set jealously in Fairenths mind. Her eyes traveled to her father, sitting at the table, also watching her mother closely. Fairenth watched with pure intrigue from her dank corner, only her eyes showing through in the darkness. Her eyes turned back to her parents when she saw her father get up with a intoxicated grin, and grab her mother by the hips she had been keeping an eye on beforehand. Her mother let out a little whoop, and he turned her rudely towards him and pressed her to his chest. Fairenth's eyes expanded, and she shrunk gradually into the corner, feeling as if maybe she shouldn't be watching. Her mother started to demur lightly, but evidently her father would have none of it. Fairenth started to stand so she could leave as her father threw his lips onto her mothers. The shadows she caused when she moved caught her fathers observation. His eyes whipped to her, and he sneered, still locking her mother to his body.
"You find this entertaining, girl?" he partly barked, and she quivered. Her eyes heeded the distance from the door to her, and suspected she would never make it. He laughed cordially, and let go of her mother, who in turn spun and hit the dresser with a yelp. He grabbed one of the wooden mixers off the table, and turned eyes that set fear straight into her soul, right onto her. He started towards.
"As much as it would probably do you upright seeing that, since you'll never get to apperceive it yourself, I don't want you getting the idea that inquiring is good. Have you learned nothing from our culture? Your lucky we didn't get rid of you when you were born" he said deep in his throat, and a certain fear set in her that she had never had before...
A fear of touch.
{{End memory}}
Fairenth stared straight forward, tears rolling down her eyes as she lost sight of Ororo's hips. Memories had been lost when she had plunged into the water, as in a sort of traumatic experience type deal, but as time was going on... certain memories were down pouring back to her. None of which were good. Her breathing was tense, and she could almost feel the places where he had beat her, stinging. Ororo advanced to her, her eyes wide when she saw the look that had set upon Fairenths face. She extended out and put two hands on her shoulders, and asked again.
"Child, maybe you should-" she stopped when the disheveled girl anchored out, and struck her against her throat, all breath leaving her. Ororo spun to the floor, and Fairenths knees gave as she fell into an ill-famed crouching position. The people in the room rapidly rushed to Ororo, and some of them came toward her, but she was too far into the memory to know that these people were there to alleviate her torture. All she could picture was the barbarous beating drawing near, how much pain she would feel in her bones later. She cried, and in pure intuitive, dug her hands to the newly carpeted room floor, and localized all her energy there. Kurt and the others hurried forward to her, concerned over her outburst. Evan was about to kneel next to her when the earth seemed to drumbeat under his feet. He looked down, and his eyes went huge when he saw roots burst from the ground.
His mind reeled. Roots?
Large roots, twining and whipping as they surrounding the crying girl on the ground, threatening to earnestly hurt anyone that so thought of looming them. Logan's eyes were wild, and he immediately discharged his claws out, and cut three of the impending vines. He ducked under the deeper ones, and just as he stretched to get Fairenth out of the derangement, one sprung out from under him, and rendered him benumbed. They all executed in turn, cutting and slicing the roots to get through. The others yelled, and some fended off the vines, yelping and screaming when one of them hit Evan square in the head, slamming him into the east wall. Just as that happened, everything locked.
The vines swept back into the earth as quickly as they had come, and revealed a now standing Fairenth. Her eyes were radiant, and she was staring at the expired roots. Fairenth grasped at her chest, the suffering of the nearby tree that owned the roots wrecking her soul. Three of it's arteries were now cut, and the tree was weeping in her mind. All the others stopped and perceived her as she stood still. The Professor came out with the voice of reason.
"Fairenth, you need to comfort down..." he said, but nothing fathomed her thoughts. She watched sluggishly as water started to come out of the disjoined roots, along with sap sediments amongst other things. Her eyes traveled to the floor, which now was brutally broken, the room a mess. Fairenth unexpectedly felt no tears come to her eyes as they usually did, only panic resting beneath her heart. She took a sharp enrollment of breath, and floundered backwards as she turned to make it to the door. Her eyesight was blurry and rumpled, but she had to get out.
This was no place for her, either was to get out, or die trying to.
Yells proceeded her departure. And she heard footsteps running after her as she made for the woods. The scene was so customary to her, she could almost taste the night she had died in her mouth. How the moon shown on only her, an how the trees told her the helpful hints. But now, this was day-fall and no night hide her existence. The footfalls where getting flocculent as she let the wind take it upon her to help. Her legs were now weary, and the trees that she passed where becoming large blurry figures. The night air hushed her breathing, and she found herself running on fuels. Her spurting become slower, and slower till she just gave up and fell to her side weakly with a silenced thud. Her head hit the cold earth, and she had never felt so violated by the earth in her life. Obstinate to go on, she crawled up and tried to scramble away from the world. Away from pain, and away from the pressures. She cried out when what seemed like a rock dug into her side, further tearing the sweater. Fairenth was overwhelmed to feel guilt for tearing the Professors clothes, but she instantaneously pushed it away she protracted with her frantic crawling and digging.
She stopped when a loud BAMF and a familiar voice regarded her.
"You can't do this to yourself" Fairenth blinked quietly as the familiar German accent murmured to her, standing over her crimped form. You can't do this to yourself? What kind of self imprinted statement was that? She found her whole body suddenly enraged at the world, and she fought for the vigor to get up and run again. She lifted her body to a kneeling position, and Kurt backed away she shook roughly and fell to her stomach heedlessly. He sighed not knowing what to do, his young mind telling him to just go and get personage to help. He scraped his head, and his yellow eyes trafficked to where her stomach was bleeding. He sighed ,and bent down so she could see him.
"Your bleeding" he stated, and what he said seemed to spark a light in Fairenth. Her eyes clicked open, and she sat up on her knees with potency fueled by pure rage. All her emotions that were bottling up in her where shattering, and all Kurt do was sit back and watch.
"I'm bleeding?" she repeated to him with furious eyes. She laughed some to herself through tears as her voice lifted an octave.
"Funny. I thought evil spirits didn't bleed" she got out with a wobbly voice, looking at her hands with the blood. She was jarring so hard, Kurt was distressed. His eyes were huge, and he looked around the woods to find someone to help. His eyes returned to Fairenths, and he looked at her.
"Your no demon, all right? You an X-Man now. Your going to be apart of our family, and we are going to take care of you, no matter what" he said, his voice shaky. She looked up to him with overemotional eyes. Kurt felt a tug at his heart; she was in so much pain.
"I well-nigh wounded your friends" she whispered with regret and pain staining her voice. He shook his head.
"Yeah, that could be a low point.." he stopped when he slipped that out. He flinched and began again when he saw her face fall.
"Forget it all. You starting on a new slate now, and me and the others are going to help you live your new life here in Bayeville" he said gently, but she remained silent for a few moments. She turned her eyes floored, and spoke in a soundless tone.
"What if I don't want to live?"
His head shot up at the depressed statement, and stared at her for a few moments. Deciding what was to be done, he took her hand gently, despite her objections and flexing. She cried arduously at the touch, but Kurt was resolved, determined to show her that not everyone was out to harm her. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he felt her slowly relax under his three fingered hands, and then Kurt tilted her chin up so she could look at him with alarmed eyes. His were so much like hers... the seemed to mirror a disposition he had not even months ago. She tried to pull away again feebly with hushed whispers of 'no..stop..', but he held fast and ultimately spoke with such a compassion that it made Fairenth desist her struggle and gaze at him.
"What if I gave you a reason to?"
Oh man, I am so evil huh? You'll never know if he was hinting at something, or maybe he was trying to jut help in his frustrated state... lol, sorry, I can't resist. Ok ok, so I understand Kurt is a little off on character here, but how else can I establish a trust base between Fairenth and him? He had to be serious somewhere, lmao. I'm not planning on bolting right into this relationship between Fairenth and Kurt right now, because as I made it apparent, Fairenth needs to fix her life up before turning to a 'special someone'. Plus, does life really work that way? Lmao, they need time first, but things will be much lighthearted for the next uh, I'm gonna say four chapters before I start to wind down and begin the process of the endings. We still have some chapter to go though till the ending, so uh, read on!!!