Want to Fight, Chapter Two
Berserker Rage X-Girl: Very cinematic lingo.
Chaos: Thank you.
Heather-04: It is not at all sad to count down days until movies come out. It only means the companies have done a good job of selling their films, or the originals were good.
Daydream: Thank you.
Thanks to everyone who took the time to review! Oh, and I know there was a fifth review, but it hasn't shown up yet, so I'll respond to it next chapter.
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"This won't hurt much, just hold still a minute."
Doctor Jean Grey reached for the small girl's arm, a syringe ready to inject. For a moment the temperature seemed to rise, and Jean wondered why she was so nervous all of the sudden. She was just pressing the tip of the syringe to the girl's flesh when her arm shot out, throwing back Jean's wrist. "No!" the girl cried out as the syringe clattered on the floor.
Jean grabbed her wrist, slowly unwrapping her fingers to see a blister forming on her skin . "You don't like needles?" she asked. The girl shook her head. "Do you have a name?"
"My name was Aurora Nova," she said quietly.
"Was?" Jean couldn't help but inquire. Surely she did not mean that she had had her name changed?
"They took it," she said cryptically.
"Is it all right if I call you Aurora?"
"They would be angry," she said. A small smile played on her lips. "Go ahead," she added.
Jean was somewhat confused by this, and a bit disturbed by the girl's eerie tone, but she decided not to bring it up. "How old are you, Aurora?"
"Thirteen," she said. "Tomorrow." Her voice sounded not strained but quiet, as if she was not used to speaking louder. Aurora had not been at the school long; earlier she had found a nice corner to fall asleep in. Ororo (lucky, Jean reflected later, that the two were spelled different) and Jean had found a dorm where Aurora could stay, with girls her own age (or close to it).
"Would you like to go and get acquainted with some of the other students?" Jean asked.
Aurora nodded. "That would be nice," she said. Aurora followed Jean to the ground level, then to the cafeteria. She covered her ears at the sudden noise, then pulled down her hands. She heard Jean call out, something that might have been a nickname, then another girl, about seventeen, approached them.
"Yes?" she asked, with a Southern accent.
"This is Aurora, would you mind showing her around?"
"Not at all," the older girl replied.
"Good. Thanks. Aurora, this is Marie. Marie, Aurora."
When Jean had left the two stood awkwardly, not sure what to do. "What's the weather like today?" Aurora whispered. "Has the rain stopped?"
Marie nodded. "It has. It's really sunny today, you want to go outside?"
"Yes, please," Aurora whispered. Marie took her hand and led her out. As soon as they were out in the sunshine Aurora tilted her face skyward, and her hood, until now a seemingly permanent accessory, fell back. Brown hair streaked naturally with blonde fell out of the hood, watery blue eyes gazing as if unseeing.
"You're blind, aren't you?" Marie worked up the courage to ask.
"Sometimes," Aurora confirmed. "My powers make me this way."
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Short chapter, I know. Sorry, I'll try to make the next one longer.
Berserker Rage X-Girl: Very cinematic lingo.
Chaos: Thank you.
Heather-04: It is not at all sad to count down days until movies come out. It only means the companies have done a good job of selling their films, or the originals were good.
Daydream: Thank you.
Thanks to everyone who took the time to review! Oh, and I know there was a fifth review, but it hasn't shown up yet, so I'll respond to it next chapter.
*****
"This won't hurt much, just hold still a minute."
Doctor Jean Grey reached for the small girl's arm, a syringe ready to inject. For a moment the temperature seemed to rise, and Jean wondered why she was so nervous all of the sudden. She was just pressing the tip of the syringe to the girl's flesh when her arm shot out, throwing back Jean's wrist. "No!" the girl cried out as the syringe clattered on the floor.
Jean grabbed her wrist, slowly unwrapping her fingers to see a blister forming on her skin . "You don't like needles?" she asked. The girl shook her head. "Do you have a name?"
"My name was Aurora Nova," she said quietly.
"Was?" Jean couldn't help but inquire. Surely she did not mean that she had had her name changed?
"They took it," she said cryptically.
"Is it all right if I call you Aurora?"
"They would be angry," she said. A small smile played on her lips. "Go ahead," she added.
Jean was somewhat confused by this, and a bit disturbed by the girl's eerie tone, but she decided not to bring it up. "How old are you, Aurora?"
"Thirteen," she said. "Tomorrow." Her voice sounded not strained but quiet, as if she was not used to speaking louder. Aurora had not been at the school long; earlier she had found a nice corner to fall asleep in. Ororo (lucky, Jean reflected later, that the two were spelled different) and Jean had found a dorm where Aurora could stay, with girls her own age (or close to it).
"Would you like to go and get acquainted with some of the other students?" Jean asked.
Aurora nodded. "That would be nice," she said. Aurora followed Jean to the ground level, then to the cafeteria. She covered her ears at the sudden noise, then pulled down her hands. She heard Jean call out, something that might have been a nickname, then another girl, about seventeen, approached them.
"Yes?" she asked, with a Southern accent.
"This is Aurora, would you mind showing her around?"
"Not at all," the older girl replied.
"Good. Thanks. Aurora, this is Marie. Marie, Aurora."
When Jean had left the two stood awkwardly, not sure what to do. "What's the weather like today?" Aurora whispered. "Has the rain stopped?"
Marie nodded. "It has. It's really sunny today, you want to go outside?"
"Yes, please," Aurora whispered. Marie took her hand and led her out. As soon as they were out in the sunshine Aurora tilted her face skyward, and her hood, until now a seemingly permanent accessory, fell back. Brown hair streaked naturally with blonde fell out of the hood, watery blue eyes gazing as if unseeing.
"You're blind, aren't you?" Marie worked up the courage to ask.
"Sometimes," Aurora confirmed. "My powers make me this way."
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Short chapter, I know. Sorry, I'll try to make the next one longer.