LOL, so I got a little overboard with the chapters. Here is chapter 8, and I also posted 9. I was going to put a Christmas feel into this, but I decided that if, and I mean IF, I write a sequel, there will be a whole huge scene around Christmas. But here is where the plot is starting to form, and things with Farah and Kurt start to evolve. Farah is to the point where she is becoming more physically independent, but in mentality terms... she still needs some emotional backup. She knows more of her 'new' world, and is now venturing outside of the Institute. I made this chapter from a 'week later' point of view, because I want the story to stay in-line and interesting here. Lmao, I also have yet another story brewing in my mind, so the sooner this is done-- another will be following. So, enjoy the lot of chapters here, I can't say this will happen again!!
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. At all. Oh well, huh?
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
A WEEK LATER
She couldn't say whether it was the mood she was in, or the weather brewing outside, but....
She was happy.
For the first time she could remember, she was absolutely and unconditionally happy. Happy with her life, happy with the way she was living, and happy with the people around her... it was all comparative. Her eyes shone a new light, and her face was acquitted of the impulsive lines... she looked convalescent. Fairenth sighed as she leaned out of her window and let the snow fall effortlessly into her hair. The Professor had drawn out the screen in the window for her, seeing as it made her blissful to be able to be outside without truthfully BEING outside. Sure, it made her nights chilly, but the solace of having the window open, and hearing the hushed tones of the snow falling assisted her sleep. Her lips drew into a diminutive smile as one of the snow flakes set down on her nose, and heated off. She licked her flushed lips, and her white eyes floated over the landscape, thoroughly covered with snow. It looked so diversified, and not even a night had passed with the subsiding snow.
It was whimsical how things could shift in the matter of hours.
Trees looked lovely with their branches sheltered with the impending snow, and the ground looked so much more adorned with it's blanket of white. Fairenth had had her first Christmas ever in the Institute. Sure, she had Christmas's way back when but... she had never taken part in the whole celebration. It made her feel fervent when she thought back to the day not even a week ago. They had all gotten her gifts, fluctuating from a necklace with an intertwining 'FC' from Kitty, to a locket with a picture of all of the students and her at the Institute steps. Tears had almost bundled in her eyes when she took to heart the day he had taken that picture. Kurt had gone to the limit to show her how to use a camera, and had all of the students gather at the steps hesitantly to take a picture. She had been delighted that day, it was one of her better days. It astonished her that he had taken that day to heart as she had.
Fairenth herself even went to the extent to get the students a gift. She was plain broke of money, so she had crossed out the possibility of buying anything. The Professor had told he she need not to get him or anyone anything, but she felt obligated to do so. Her mind had ached from thinking it over, she had concentrated souly on it from the entire week. Finally, but a bit abruptly, it came to her. She had been outside, walking the perimeters of the Insitute grounds, when she came across a full grown cat with a litter of newborn kittens. Fairenth was drawn to them, feeling the odd but intense pain coming from the full grown mother. She had knelt beside them, and with little conversation, Fairenth came to the realization that the mother was having intense birthing problems. She, being so connected to the mother, and feeling the pain herself, took the time to deliver the unborn kitten that was jammed in the birth canal. Much to Fairenth's sadness, the mother didn't make it in the end. She closed her eyes slowely when she rememebered. To be so connected to natures and it's contributations had it's major up's and down's. She had felt every fiber of pain and agony the mother had felt in her passing moments, and when Farah thought back to it, she could still feel it. The kittens had made it, due to Fairenth's great care in getting them homes. The Professor had helped too, knowing Fairenth had no knowledge in any sort of field of this kind. But she refused to give away the one pure white kitten that she saved. Instead, with permission, she raised it that week till it's eyes were open and she was partially independant. Then, on Christmas morning, she took the kitten downstairs, and presented it to the others as a sort of 'house cat' deal. It was astonishing how much they, expecially Kurt, had taken her gift to heart.
In fact, Kurt ALONE astonished her.
She sighed abruptly, and pushed that to the back of her mind. Her past still possessed her, and old rules never left her mind. Such feelings she was having were disturbing her, and the law she knew of restricted her of showing the only feelings she had ever felt. She had learned allot at the Institute, but never once had she been taught about this. She sighed, and turned her eyes to the clock on her night-stand.
2:32pm.
They would all be home in a matter of minutes from school. She rolled her eyes inadvertently (a move she learned from Kitty) at the tender subject of school. The Professor was restraining her from going to school, in fear she would stick out from the others. He had told her once and before that she needed to learn the rudiments of history and math and such till she could appropriately enter the tenth grade. She closed her eyes, and swiped a hand through her expansive hair. Mr. McCoy was assisting her with her subjects, and Farah knew she caught on straightway. Sure, she was panicky at the subject but... she had a desire to learn. She wanted to know other people, to be able to make more than one confidants. She hungered for hope from people who didn't know her hidden past. She sighed and let a solitary tear grace her cheek, and fall to the snow laden ground below her. Angerly, she pulled herself into the house and from the window for an instant to warm up.
She refused to cry anymore.
She walked to the middle of the room and then to her closet. She dragged out one of her disreputable baggy sweaters, and threw it on over her tank top. Fairenth had been in parley with Wolverine earlier in her tank top and jeans, and hadn't troubled to change. The jeans fit too smug to her hips, she figured, and grimaced at the tight fit of them. Fairenth would never be able to get used the styles and forms of clothing of the age she was thrown into. She shook her head effortlessly with a sigh, and then turned back around to go out into the hall. Just as her fingertips stroked the doorknob, loud bellowing outside caught her alertness. She scowled, turned back to the room, and then meandered back to her still unenclosed window. Tilting out slowly, she perceived the property and her eyes fell on a bunch of people crowded together around three. Fairenth centered her eyes, and made out a figure, much to her awe.
Kurt.
Kurt, Evan and Scott. Her eyes took on a whiter shade, and she heard bellows of unsuitable names amongst other things. She compressed her eyes down more, and tried to calculate the number of people around them. She took a deep breathe when she counted four. Four people to three. Her heart vaulted, and while she knew the rest of them could handle this, her heart took too much care for them not to do anything. She faltered another moment, a moment too late so it seemed.
She watched in absolute daze as one of the boys hit Kurt and his image went out, and he went shuffling backwards.
She didn't know how that little thing worked, or what in the world it was, but she knew that he held it so close to his heart that he would give anything to get it back. Farah instantaneously ran out of her door, and floored the stairs, her heart pulsing a thundering beat. She swung the front door open, and stood in it with spared eyes. She took a few deep, calming breaths, and walked gradually to the area where the location was being held. Her eyes espied as Scott tried to pry Kurt and Evan away from the little mob, but the mob was becoming more questioning, and assertive. Scott looked as if he was about to detonate, and Kurt actually looked enraged too. Fairenth walked closer and could hear the impertinent catcalls.
"What is it?"
"Oh man, is this what you freaks have been hiding all along?"
"Wait till the school hears about this one"
"But what exactly IS it?"
That only pyred her anger. She strolled till she got within inches of them, and pushed one of the blonder boys to one side so she could poise herself with the people she loved most. She watched as all of their eyes got large at her, and she held her ground firmly.
"It's not an IT, it's a HE. Have you no vision at all?" she said, her voice wavering. She took Kurt's arm, and yanked on it so he would come with her. The rest of them followed, but the boys kept on with the game.
"Oh jeez, they have a back-up squad. Would ya look at that?"
"No man, I don't wanna EVER look at that"
"Damn muties"
"don't even try to hide, we'll be waiting for ya!"
Fairenth didn't even falter in turning around. She closed her eyes, and took it like the defiant soul she was. She had a limitation to her brazenness though, she was only human. Her eyes got a bit intense, and a series of crows that were waiting nearby, took off from the branches and swooped at the boys furiously. The boys clamored and shrieked as the birds jabbed and swarmed. They ran down the street, and while they ran the birds inevitably left them alone, coming back to their perch on the tree. Her eyes got slowly back to their artless color, and she narrowed them.
"Then I'll be waiting for you"
There it is. Fairenth is extremely protective of the ones she loves, surely. The next chapter is where the plot is introduced!! see ya then!!
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. At all. Oh well, huh?
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
A WEEK LATER
She couldn't say whether it was the mood she was in, or the weather brewing outside, but....
She was happy.
For the first time she could remember, she was absolutely and unconditionally happy. Happy with her life, happy with the way she was living, and happy with the people around her... it was all comparative. Her eyes shone a new light, and her face was acquitted of the impulsive lines... she looked convalescent. Fairenth sighed as she leaned out of her window and let the snow fall effortlessly into her hair. The Professor had drawn out the screen in the window for her, seeing as it made her blissful to be able to be outside without truthfully BEING outside. Sure, it made her nights chilly, but the solace of having the window open, and hearing the hushed tones of the snow falling assisted her sleep. Her lips drew into a diminutive smile as one of the snow flakes set down on her nose, and heated off. She licked her flushed lips, and her white eyes floated over the landscape, thoroughly covered with snow. It looked so diversified, and not even a night had passed with the subsiding snow.
It was whimsical how things could shift in the matter of hours.
Trees looked lovely with their branches sheltered with the impending snow, and the ground looked so much more adorned with it's blanket of white. Fairenth had had her first Christmas ever in the Institute. Sure, she had Christmas's way back when but... she had never taken part in the whole celebration. It made her feel fervent when she thought back to the day not even a week ago. They had all gotten her gifts, fluctuating from a necklace with an intertwining 'FC' from Kitty, to a locket with a picture of all of the students and her at the Institute steps. Tears had almost bundled in her eyes when she took to heart the day he had taken that picture. Kurt had gone to the limit to show her how to use a camera, and had all of the students gather at the steps hesitantly to take a picture. She had been delighted that day, it was one of her better days. It astonished her that he had taken that day to heart as she had.
Fairenth herself even went to the extent to get the students a gift. She was plain broke of money, so she had crossed out the possibility of buying anything. The Professor had told he she need not to get him or anyone anything, but she felt obligated to do so. Her mind had ached from thinking it over, she had concentrated souly on it from the entire week. Finally, but a bit abruptly, it came to her. She had been outside, walking the perimeters of the Insitute grounds, when she came across a full grown cat with a litter of newborn kittens. Fairenth was drawn to them, feeling the odd but intense pain coming from the full grown mother. She had knelt beside them, and with little conversation, Fairenth came to the realization that the mother was having intense birthing problems. She, being so connected to the mother, and feeling the pain herself, took the time to deliver the unborn kitten that was jammed in the birth canal. Much to Fairenth's sadness, the mother didn't make it in the end. She closed her eyes slowely when she rememebered. To be so connected to natures and it's contributations had it's major up's and down's. She had felt every fiber of pain and agony the mother had felt in her passing moments, and when Farah thought back to it, she could still feel it. The kittens had made it, due to Fairenth's great care in getting them homes. The Professor had helped too, knowing Fairenth had no knowledge in any sort of field of this kind. But she refused to give away the one pure white kitten that she saved. Instead, with permission, she raised it that week till it's eyes were open and she was partially independant. Then, on Christmas morning, she took the kitten downstairs, and presented it to the others as a sort of 'house cat' deal. It was astonishing how much they, expecially Kurt, had taken her gift to heart.
In fact, Kurt ALONE astonished her.
She sighed abruptly, and pushed that to the back of her mind. Her past still possessed her, and old rules never left her mind. Such feelings she was having were disturbing her, and the law she knew of restricted her of showing the only feelings she had ever felt. She had learned allot at the Institute, but never once had she been taught about this. She sighed, and turned her eyes to the clock on her night-stand.
2:32pm.
They would all be home in a matter of minutes from school. She rolled her eyes inadvertently (a move she learned from Kitty) at the tender subject of school. The Professor was restraining her from going to school, in fear she would stick out from the others. He had told her once and before that she needed to learn the rudiments of history and math and such till she could appropriately enter the tenth grade. She closed her eyes, and swiped a hand through her expansive hair. Mr. McCoy was assisting her with her subjects, and Farah knew she caught on straightway. Sure, she was panicky at the subject but... she had a desire to learn. She wanted to know other people, to be able to make more than one confidants. She hungered for hope from people who didn't know her hidden past. She sighed and let a solitary tear grace her cheek, and fall to the snow laden ground below her. Angerly, she pulled herself into the house and from the window for an instant to warm up.
She refused to cry anymore.
She walked to the middle of the room and then to her closet. She dragged out one of her disreputable baggy sweaters, and threw it on over her tank top. Fairenth had been in parley with Wolverine earlier in her tank top and jeans, and hadn't troubled to change. The jeans fit too smug to her hips, she figured, and grimaced at the tight fit of them. Fairenth would never be able to get used the styles and forms of clothing of the age she was thrown into. She shook her head effortlessly with a sigh, and then turned back around to go out into the hall. Just as her fingertips stroked the doorknob, loud bellowing outside caught her alertness. She scowled, turned back to the room, and then meandered back to her still unenclosed window. Tilting out slowly, she perceived the property and her eyes fell on a bunch of people crowded together around three. Fairenth centered her eyes, and made out a figure, much to her awe.
Kurt.
Kurt, Evan and Scott. Her eyes took on a whiter shade, and she heard bellows of unsuitable names amongst other things. She compressed her eyes down more, and tried to calculate the number of people around them. She took a deep breathe when she counted four. Four people to three. Her heart vaulted, and while she knew the rest of them could handle this, her heart took too much care for them not to do anything. She faltered another moment, a moment too late so it seemed.
She watched in absolute daze as one of the boys hit Kurt and his image went out, and he went shuffling backwards.
She didn't know how that little thing worked, or what in the world it was, but she knew that he held it so close to his heart that he would give anything to get it back. Farah instantaneously ran out of her door, and floored the stairs, her heart pulsing a thundering beat. She swung the front door open, and stood in it with spared eyes. She took a few deep, calming breaths, and walked gradually to the area where the location was being held. Her eyes espied as Scott tried to pry Kurt and Evan away from the little mob, but the mob was becoming more questioning, and assertive. Scott looked as if he was about to detonate, and Kurt actually looked enraged too. Fairenth walked closer and could hear the impertinent catcalls.
"What is it?"
"Oh man, is this what you freaks have been hiding all along?"
"Wait till the school hears about this one"
"But what exactly IS it?"
That only pyred her anger. She strolled till she got within inches of them, and pushed one of the blonder boys to one side so she could poise herself with the people she loved most. She watched as all of their eyes got large at her, and she held her ground firmly.
"It's not an IT, it's a HE. Have you no vision at all?" she said, her voice wavering. She took Kurt's arm, and yanked on it so he would come with her. The rest of them followed, but the boys kept on with the game.
"Oh jeez, they have a back-up squad. Would ya look at that?"
"No man, I don't wanna EVER look at that"
"Damn muties"
"don't even try to hide, we'll be waiting for ya!"
Fairenth didn't even falter in turning around. She closed her eyes, and took it like the defiant soul she was. She had a limitation to her brazenness though, she was only human. Her eyes got a bit intense, and a series of crows that were waiting nearby, took off from the branches and swooped at the boys furiously. The boys clamored and shrieked as the birds jabbed and swarmed. They ran down the street, and while they ran the birds inevitably left them alone, coming back to their perch on the tree. Her eyes got slowly back to their artless color, and she narrowed them.
"Then I'll be waiting for you"
There it is. Fairenth is extremely protective of the ones she loves, surely. The next chapter is where the plot is introduced!! see ya then!!