Author's Note: Looks like Lorry is leaving her mark on everyone she runs
into. : P
CHAPTER 3
"Lorrelligh?" As she stormed out of the Hand-to-Hand Combat class, a voice caught the young teen from behind. She stopped and spun around to face Gunther Wagner.
She raised an eyebrow and looked into his eyes with a steady gaze. The hue of her own had lost their furious red glow and now were slowly shifting gray in reflection of her numb mood.
He tucked his hands away inside the pockets of his jeans, a sign of his akwardness. "About history class." Lorrelligh folded her arms across her chest and waited for him to continue.
"I would like to apologize for what happened." He said and an expression of relief crossed his face as though the words had been eating him up inside.
Lorrelligh smiled with amusement, "It took you some effort to say that to me, didn't it?" He nodded with a blush.
"Well I forgive you and your friends for what you all said. The guilt you suffered seems to be enough punishment." She laughed with a light cheerfulness.
A mixed look fell over Gunther. "Did you do that to me? I mean, did you make me feel that guilt?"
Lorrelligh shook her head. "The guilt was already there, Gunther. I only helped you realize it."
She turned to leave and Gun called after her. "You know, friends call me Gun."
Lorrelligh glanced back at him skeptically, "Is that what I am then, your friend?"
Gun held his breath for a moment as if in decision and Lorrelligh sighed with a hint of disappointment. "I wouldn't want you to jeopardize your reputation by socializing with me. See ya around, Gun." Lorrelligh said and walked off.
He was still standing in his place, wondering what to do. He had apologized and she had forgiven him, his goal was met. So then why did he still feel so empty?
It was dinnertime, but as Mrs. Summers searched the cafeteria for Lorrelligh, she found the girl was nowhere to be seen. She closed her eyes lightly and probing the mental waves of the children, found that indeed the selected student was not here. In a quick haste, the woman left and went in search elsewhere.
"Ororo, have you seen Lorrelligh Tears? She wasn't in the cafeteria and she didn't come to my class today." Mrs. Summers asked her friend as she approached her in the hall.
The olive skinned woman shook her head. "I have not. Perhaps she is in the library, I do know she spends quite a lot of time there." And so, Mrs. Summers continued on in the direction of the library. Sure enough when she entered, the figure of Lorrelligh sitting comfortably in a chair caught the woman's eye.
"Why aren't you eating dinner, Lorrelligh?" Mrs. Summers asked softly, and startled Lorrelligh.
"I wasn't hungry." The student lied and Mrs. Summers took a seat beside her. Lorrelligh knew that the older woman could see through her lie and find the truth.
"Mr. Logan said you walked out in his class. Why did you do that?" Mrs. Summers asked with a patient tone. She was not trying to scold or discipline Lorrelligh, she was just sincerely curious.
Lorrelligh sighed. "I had a conflict of interest with a few of the students." The student's eyes melted into a bright fusia as she reflected on the incident.
Mrs. Summers expression was one of gentle seriousness. "You should have come and seen me then. I want you to trust me, Lorrelligh. If there is ever something troubling you, then feel free to speak with me. You remember, we talked about this before----That you can't try to hold all your emotions up inside."
"Or else I will cause great harm to others around me. Yes, I know Mrs. Summers. But it isn't easy. I sometimes feel that I will go crazy with all these emotions around me! Everyone is so angry and scared with me. . .I just don't know what to do." Lorrelligh threw her head into her hand and exhaled hard in frustration.
Mrs. Summers reached a sympathetic hand around the girl's shoulders. "Things will get better, I promise. You are just new here, that's all. Give it some time and you'll do just fine." She wished she could be more helpful but somehow no words would form. If only Professor Xavier was here, she thought to herself, he would fix everything.
"Come now, lets practice what I have been teaching you. I think you need to release some of the emotions that have been building up." Mrs. Summers said in hope of side-tracking Lorrelligh and the student sat up quickly in a calmed state. Her eyes shifted to a deep orange as they often do when she concentrated on something.
The entire room darkened and Lorrelligh began to slump in her chair, relaxing her posture. Her voice was distant and strange yet Mrs. Summer could feel it infiltrate her very thoughts, "Sadness. Desperateness. I feel hope.yet it is faint."
Mrs. Summers grew tense. She knew the girl was sensing her emotions. However she did not want to break Lorrelligh's concentration and so continued the exercise, "Good girl Lorrelligh, now tell me, what is causing these emotions?"
The young mutant's reply didn't come quick; in fact it was many minutes before she spoke at all. "A man. An old man. He was kind and fatherly. He was always looked to for advice and leadership," she paused and Mrs. Summers could feel her entire body go rigid in anticipation, "but he is gone now. And so everything seems so scattered and..and."
Mrs. Summers knew Lorrelligh's concentration was breaking and didn't press the girl any further. Suddenly, Lorrelligh inhaled deeply and blinked a few times. Her eyes had already returned to their calm lavender hue.
"Ok, Lorrelligh. Feel any better?" Mrs. Summer asked as she noticed the worn but content expression on the student's face. Lorrelligh nodded and rose from her seat to leave.
"Much better. Thanks Mrs. S." A book in hand, Lorrelligh drifted out of the room but before she left, she said, "Don't worry, things will get better for you too. I bet the Professor would be real proud of you and all you have done for people."
A faint smile crossed Mrs. Summers face and she nodded, speechless. Lorrelligh walked away and the woman was left with a great deal to think about.
CHAPTER 3
"Lorrelligh?" As she stormed out of the Hand-to-Hand Combat class, a voice caught the young teen from behind. She stopped and spun around to face Gunther Wagner.
She raised an eyebrow and looked into his eyes with a steady gaze. The hue of her own had lost their furious red glow and now were slowly shifting gray in reflection of her numb mood.
He tucked his hands away inside the pockets of his jeans, a sign of his akwardness. "About history class." Lorrelligh folded her arms across her chest and waited for him to continue.
"I would like to apologize for what happened." He said and an expression of relief crossed his face as though the words had been eating him up inside.
Lorrelligh smiled with amusement, "It took you some effort to say that to me, didn't it?" He nodded with a blush.
"Well I forgive you and your friends for what you all said. The guilt you suffered seems to be enough punishment." She laughed with a light cheerfulness.
A mixed look fell over Gunther. "Did you do that to me? I mean, did you make me feel that guilt?"
Lorrelligh shook her head. "The guilt was already there, Gunther. I only helped you realize it."
She turned to leave and Gun called after her. "You know, friends call me Gun."
Lorrelligh glanced back at him skeptically, "Is that what I am then, your friend?"
Gun held his breath for a moment as if in decision and Lorrelligh sighed with a hint of disappointment. "I wouldn't want you to jeopardize your reputation by socializing with me. See ya around, Gun." Lorrelligh said and walked off.
He was still standing in his place, wondering what to do. He had apologized and she had forgiven him, his goal was met. So then why did he still feel so empty?
It was dinnertime, but as Mrs. Summers searched the cafeteria for Lorrelligh, she found the girl was nowhere to be seen. She closed her eyes lightly and probing the mental waves of the children, found that indeed the selected student was not here. In a quick haste, the woman left and went in search elsewhere.
"Ororo, have you seen Lorrelligh Tears? She wasn't in the cafeteria and she didn't come to my class today." Mrs. Summers asked her friend as she approached her in the hall.
The olive skinned woman shook her head. "I have not. Perhaps she is in the library, I do know she spends quite a lot of time there." And so, Mrs. Summers continued on in the direction of the library. Sure enough when she entered, the figure of Lorrelligh sitting comfortably in a chair caught the woman's eye.
"Why aren't you eating dinner, Lorrelligh?" Mrs. Summers asked softly, and startled Lorrelligh.
"I wasn't hungry." The student lied and Mrs. Summers took a seat beside her. Lorrelligh knew that the older woman could see through her lie and find the truth.
"Mr. Logan said you walked out in his class. Why did you do that?" Mrs. Summers asked with a patient tone. She was not trying to scold or discipline Lorrelligh, she was just sincerely curious.
Lorrelligh sighed. "I had a conflict of interest with a few of the students." The student's eyes melted into a bright fusia as she reflected on the incident.
Mrs. Summers expression was one of gentle seriousness. "You should have come and seen me then. I want you to trust me, Lorrelligh. If there is ever something troubling you, then feel free to speak with me. You remember, we talked about this before----That you can't try to hold all your emotions up inside."
"Or else I will cause great harm to others around me. Yes, I know Mrs. Summers. But it isn't easy. I sometimes feel that I will go crazy with all these emotions around me! Everyone is so angry and scared with me. . .I just don't know what to do." Lorrelligh threw her head into her hand and exhaled hard in frustration.
Mrs. Summers reached a sympathetic hand around the girl's shoulders. "Things will get better, I promise. You are just new here, that's all. Give it some time and you'll do just fine." She wished she could be more helpful but somehow no words would form. If only Professor Xavier was here, she thought to herself, he would fix everything.
"Come now, lets practice what I have been teaching you. I think you need to release some of the emotions that have been building up." Mrs. Summers said in hope of side-tracking Lorrelligh and the student sat up quickly in a calmed state. Her eyes shifted to a deep orange as they often do when she concentrated on something.
The entire room darkened and Lorrelligh began to slump in her chair, relaxing her posture. Her voice was distant and strange yet Mrs. Summer could feel it infiltrate her very thoughts, "Sadness. Desperateness. I feel hope.yet it is faint."
Mrs. Summers grew tense. She knew the girl was sensing her emotions. However she did not want to break Lorrelligh's concentration and so continued the exercise, "Good girl Lorrelligh, now tell me, what is causing these emotions?"
The young mutant's reply didn't come quick; in fact it was many minutes before she spoke at all. "A man. An old man. He was kind and fatherly. He was always looked to for advice and leadership," she paused and Mrs. Summers could feel her entire body go rigid in anticipation, "but he is gone now. And so everything seems so scattered and..and."
Mrs. Summers knew Lorrelligh's concentration was breaking and didn't press the girl any further. Suddenly, Lorrelligh inhaled deeply and blinked a few times. Her eyes had already returned to their calm lavender hue.
"Ok, Lorrelligh. Feel any better?" Mrs. Summer asked as she noticed the worn but content expression on the student's face. Lorrelligh nodded and rose from her seat to leave.
"Much better. Thanks Mrs. S." A book in hand, Lorrelligh drifted out of the room but before she left, she said, "Don't worry, things will get better for you too. I bet the Professor would be real proud of you and all you have done for people."
A faint smile crossed Mrs. Summers face and she nodded, speechless. Lorrelligh walked away and the woman was left with a great deal to think about.