Disclaimer: I don't own X-men at all, that's copyrighted to Marvel Comics or whoever. But I do own Mavis/Glass, Marty, Doctor Louis, and Ms. Remidan.

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From Mavis to Glass

Hello there.. My name's Glass and I'm currently 15 years old, going on 16.. Okay, so my name's not REALLY Glass.. It's actually Mavis Remidan, but don't you DARE ever call me that.. ever. I'm called Glass or nothing at all. Speaking of glass, I bet you're wondering why I chose such a nickname. Well, it's because I'm a mutant. Yes, that's right, a mutant. And my bones, skin, hair, eyes.. basically all of me is made of glass, save my internal organs.. though I wouldn't be surprised if they were to change as well. My skin is a translucent blue, my hair, lips, and nails a darker blue. My bones are solid glass.. clear.. my teeth too. They ARE bones, after all. And my eyes...well, my eyes are solid yellow.. glass of course. It's strange that I can see without any pupils.. or maybe I have them but they just aren't visible, who knows. Anyhow.. with the addition of them being made of glass, I can also use them like glasses and improve my vision. If there's something I want to look at from afar, I can see it. Something up close.. I can see it too.

Ahem, well that's enough about me and my freakish self.. Yes, I said 'freakish'. It's the perfect term to describe myself, since everyone else has labeled me a freak anyhow. Oh wait, there's something I forgot to mention, though it's not like you NEED to know. I can control glass. I TOLD you I'm a mutant, remember? Well, mutants have powers, though many of them are lucky enough to look like normal people. My powers enable me to contol glass.. any type of glass. I can make it break, shape it into something new, and meld the glass together so whatever I made is whole. It's great for sneaking into places. All I have to do is break a window, climb through, fix the pieces of glass back in place, and meld them together. The window becomes whole again, and looks better than it had before I broke it.

All right, enough jabbering. I can't believe I'm actually talking this much. Hmm, oh well. Right, the whole point of this is to tell you my story. Of my hellish life living as a mutant.. being a KID and having bones that could shatter if I ran too fast or bumped into something. Having everyone stare whenever I went somewhere, or scream and run, or jeer and insult.. This, is my story...

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Hi, my name's Mavis. I'm nine years old and currently sitting in a strange room in an icky hospital, waiting for the results of my x-ray. You see, I fell out of a tree and broke my leg, so my mom brought me here. To the St. Gystine's Memorial Hospital.. yeah, strange name. Anyhow.. like I said, I'm waiting for the results of my test. Well, my mom's waiting too.. And I think there's something wrong with my leg. The doctor gave me some ultra pain killers before the x-rays, yet my leg STILL hurts. A lot. The pills should have taken effect by now. I mean, last year I broke my arm when I fell while rollerblading. The pain killers worked THEN, and pretty fast too. So why aren't they working now? Something really weird is going on, but I'm not saying anything to my mom about it. She's already upset because I got hurt, don't need to add anymore to her load of worries. Besides, maybe the pills are just slow beside I broke my LEG this time, and not just my arm.. maybe...

Suddenly the door to the room opens, and in steps Doctor Louis. From the way he was frowning, I could tell something was up. And it wasn't good. Without even looking at me, Dr. Louis glances at my mother. "Mrs. Remidan? Come with me for a moment, please."

"It's Ms., and all right." Lowering the hand from which she was biting her nails, she slowly rises from the chair. Walking over to the doctor, she follows him out of the room and into one next door.

I watched her go, noticing that they left the door open. Shifting myself carefully, I scooted as close as I could to get near the door, and strained to hear.

"It's odd, really peculiar. Never seen anything like it.." I could make out the voice to be Dr. Louis'.

"What? What is it? Tell me, Doctor Louis, please!" My mom.. she can get pretty hysterical sometimes when upset. I just rolled my eyes and listened again.

"Her leg.. the bone... it's very strange really... Wait, let me close the door, lest someone overhears.."

I frowned as the doctor obviously closed the door to the room they were in. Leaning over more in a pointless attempt to hear better, I yelped as I found myself tipping over. Grasping the corner of the long table in which I had been sitting on, I soon found myself staring at the floor. The table was high up enough so that I could probably hurt myself if I fell from this angle. Feeling myself slipping towards the edge, I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. "Mom! Dr. Louis! Somebody!"

My shouts were immediately responded to, as I hear footsteps pounding towards the door and into the room. Feeling strong hands pulling me back upright, I turn to look into the eyes of not my mom or the doctor, but a young male nurse. I nearly giggled at the thought of men being nurses, yet for some reason I couldn't. My blue eyes stared into his brilliant green ones, and I found myself unable to breathe. Wow.. was this, love?

The young man slowly smiled a bit, his hand still upon my arm. "Are you okay? I heard you shouting, and came to help. My name's Marty.."

For a moment I couldn't speak. His voice enchanted me, and all I could do was stare at him, into the green pools of his gaze. Finally, I swallowed hard and forced myself to speak. "Yeah, I'm okay.. Thanks, Marty. And my name's Mavis.." Instantly I wished for a better name, because my sounded so.. well, I'm not sure what exactly. But for the first time, I wished for a different name. Any name would do, it didn't matter what. Anything was better than Mavis...

Yet Marty didn't seem to find my name too odd, because he smiled again. "Mavis, huh? Well, Mavis, can I ask what you're in for?"

I didn't hesitate to tell him everything. "Well, I fell out of a tree and broke my leg. Doctor Louis took some x-rays, to see how bad the break is. But I think something is really wrong, because the pain killers he gave me aren't working, and he took my mom into another room and closed the door, and I couldn't hear what they.." I blushed then, realizing that I was about to admit to eavesdropping. "I mean, I guess he just didn't want anyone to hear.."

Once I was finished telling him, Marty frowns slightly. "The pain killers aren't working? At all?" I shook my head. "That IS strange.. They should be at least taking effect by NOW.. Well, when did the doctor give them to you?"

"Just before the x-rays were taken, over an hour ago I guess.."

Marty frowns again slightly, his grip on my arm tightening a bit, yet I didn't mind. "Over an hour ago? Okay, something really IS wrong.. Have you told the doctor about this?"

"Umm.. well, I.. No..."

"What?! You haven't told him?" He dropped his hand from my arm, and instantly I missed it. Turning to glance out the door to the room, he then turns back to look at me. "Are you crazy? You should have told someone!"

I cast a sheepish glance to the floor. "Well, I didn't want to worry them..."

"Worry them? Worry them?! Oh they'll definately be worried now, if they aren't already!"

I couldn't believe it.. Marty was yelling at me! But instead of standing up for myself, I found myself agreeing with him. "You're right.. I'm sorry, I guess I just wasn't thinking.."

He seemed about to say something else, when Dr. Louis and my mother came back into the room. Seeing Marty, the doctor raised a brow in question. "Is everything alright in here?"

Turning, Marty looks over at me, before resting his gaze upon the doctor. "Oh, hi Dad. Yeah, everything's okay I guess.. Mavis here almost fell over and I heard her shout, so I came in to help.."

Wait.. did he just call Dr. Louis 'Dad'? Oh my gosh, he did! So.. is he even a nurse at all?

I guess the doctor noticed my dumbfounded look then, because he cleared his throat and introduced everyone. "Mavis.. Ms. Remidan.. This is Marty, my son." He turned to face Marty now. "What are you doing here? Did school get out early?" Marty shook his head while sighing heavily. "No, Dad. We didn't have school today.. remember? It's a teacher's planning day thing.. so you told me I could come by here if I wanted..."

What? School? But, I thought.. Well, I guess Marty's NOT a nurse after all.. I wonder how old he is... "How-old-are-you?" I blurted the question out before I could stop myself, and blushed faintly after doing so.

Marty turned to face me, while laughing a bit. "If you mean me, then I'm 16." Sixteen? Really? Well, at least that shortens our age gape.. a little.

"Ahem, yes well, Marty would you kindly wait for me in the hospital's lounge? This shouldn't take too long.." Marty nodded in response to his father's command. Smiling to me, he nods slightly. "See ya, Mavis.." He walks out the door, closing it behind him as he went.

I keep my gaze resting upon the door, lost in a trance-like state. Yep, I was in love.. I could just tell.. Suddenly, I'm broken out of my odd state as the doctor clears his throat. "All right, I'd like to tell you what I've found out..."

Turning my head, I nod to the doctor and listen. He tells me that instead of the bone in my leg being simply broken, the x-rays show cracks running all along my leg. And in some places, it appeared that pieces of the bone had just.. broken off. I barely listened, my thoughts centered towards Marty, and his beautiful brown hair and deep green eyes. How is it possible that I could be in love? Oh well, the fact is, that I AM.

"I really wish you didn't have to keep her overnight..." The sound of my mother's voice tears me away from my thoughts. Turning my head, I look over at her. "What? I have to stay here?"

"I'm afraid so, sweety. But Doctor Louis says it's just for one night.. Right, doctor?"

He sighs a bit heavily. "Well, probably. It all depends on what we learn from the next tests that we plan to run."

Oddly enough, I'm not too bothered with the news after all. "Okay. If I have to stay, then I guess that's alright. Mom, do you think you'd be able to bring my schoolwork to me, and some books to read?" She nods her head, and after the doctor tells her what room I'll be in, she leaves.

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About half and hour later, I'm lying in a hospital room, on a hospital bed. The room number is 216. I thought that was kind of weird, because my birthday is June 12.. You just flip the numbers around.. 6/12... Anyways, like I said, I'm lying on a hospital bed, already in one of those plastic gowns that they have. And my leg is starting to hurt even more. I still haven't told the doctor about the pain killers not working, though I probably should.. Oh well, I guess a little pain never hurt anyone, right? And no pun intended...

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