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Smoke rose steadily. The night stars glittered brightly against the snow that evenly coated the ground, only a half a foot deep. Through the smog of concrete dust a grim figure quickly emerged. The running girl in her orange jumper made her way through the snow with as much speed as she could without falling. Sirens screamed in the air around her as spotlights struck the ground everywhere, trying to find the briskly escaping blond. Her brown boots sunk into the snow with the satisfying crunch of snow. Her footprints were noticeable with the shadows cast upon them from the lights that streamed like shooting stars across the glittering white along the land.
Her green eyes scanned to the surrounding trees. The girls from the prison had rumored about snipers that could hide in trees unnoticed until it was too late for the escapee. Not seeing anyone she plunged into the thin forest of evergreens.
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The sun was dull, hidden by the thick blanket of clouds that hung over the sky. Trees gently held snow, until the girls' arm would brush against them and send it tumbling to the ground. The forest that had gotten thicker as the night went on now broke as a black paved road emerged from it.
"A road." She said, her hot breath making clouds in the cold air. She looked from left to right as she stood in the middle of the paved river. A soft rumbling noise came from her right, and she turned her head in the direction. It became louder, and as the thought came to her she realized it was a vehicle of some sort. The motorcycle came around a bend in the road quickly, it's driver gripping the handles as it zoomed closer. She gasped as it came closer and dove out of the way, rolling down the hill of the other side of the street.
She pushed herself up and looked around. The motor noise had died, and as she gazed up the hill the figure that had been on the bike came to view. His black hair came to tips along the sides of his head. "Are you all right?" His voice echoed down.
"I'm fine." She called, and stood shakily. He waited as she made her way up.
"You injured?" He asked as the blond revolved her wrist around.
"May have sprained my wrist." She decided. "But otherwise yes." She looked to him. "I'm Ardelle." She introduced herself.
The man raised an eyebrow before holding out his hand. "Logan." He said as she shook it. Ardelle looked to the bike behind him.
"Um, would you mind…?" She asked, and he looked behind him to see what she was watching. He looked back to her with a questioning gaze. "I need to get away from here." She explained.
He looked to her and her grim figure. Her face had a few streaks of mud running across it. His eyes fell her to her bright orange uniform and her number stitched into the left shoulder, 92426. "Are you from the Sampson prison?" He asked. She nodded. He took a step back. "I can't help a fugitive." He said.
"I'm not!" She stepped forward. "I mean, not in the sense that I did anything." She said. "It's—it's not for druggies anymore… it's for mutants…" She said, explaining, watching him for a change of expression to show through at all.
"You're a mutant?" He asked. She nodded once again. "Do your parents know?" He asked.
Ardelle shook her head again. "They think that I was taken for holding drugs, like most other people that were there would have. Except now they've changed it. They built a new prison, and are keeping mutants in Sampson." She explained. When he nodded a thought came to her. "Are you a mutant?" She asked. He looked at her and nodded after a moment. "Then can you help me?" She asked hopefully. "I need somewhere to go, since I can't return home." She looked to her jumper. "Well… not in clothes like these that is." She wafted her hand to her outfit. "If you managed to recognize them I'm sure my parents would be able to as well."
He thought for a moment as she watched him again. "Yeah, I can help you." He said.
She grinned. "Thank you so much." She said.
'Why is it always in Canada that I end up finding girls in need of help?' Thought to himself. "Well, come on then." He walked back over to his bike and handed her a helmet. "Here. You'll need this." He said.
She blinked a little nervously at him before putting it on her head. He smacked it down to be sure it was on all the way. "Ow." She said, readjusting it. He sat down and put the kickstand up as Ardelle took her place behind him and reached onto Logan's waist. He kicked up the engine and they sped off along the road.
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Ardelle looked around nervously as Logan pulled up to a mansion looking building and slowed. "Where are we?" She asked.
"Charles Xavier's school for the gifted." Logan said.
"The gifted?" she asked as they came to a stop.
"Mutants. It's a school for mutants." He explained as he put down the kickstand and got off. Ardelle slid off her helmet and got up, placing it on the seat where she had just been.
"Will they allow me to be here?" She asked.
"Xavier accepts anyone, unless they're evil." Logan said with a slight smile in her direction. "Are you evil?" He asked, to which Ardelle violently shook her head. He smiled. "This way." He instructed as he leapt up the stairs of the enormous building, followed quickly by Ardelle.
As soon as they entered the building a girl rounded a corner and threw her arms around Logan's neck. She had brown hair, accept for two white strips made up of her bangs, with black gloves that reached up to her elbows. She spotted Ardelle and pulled away.
"Who's this?" She asked, referring to the girl that had come in with her brunettes' friend.
Logan turned to Ardelle. "Ah, Rouge this is Ardelle. Ardelle," Logan turned to Rouge, "Rouge." He introduced.
"Nice to meet you." Ardelle said, holding out her hand. Rouge nodded as she accepted it and they gave each other a quick handshake. A boy with blond hair in a denim jacket came around the corner Rouge had first emerged from.
"Rouge." He said.
"Oh, Logan this is my—" Rouge started.
"Her boyfriend, Bobby." The blond boy said grasping Logan's hand. "But some call me iceman." Ardelle watched as frost began to form upon both of their hands. She opened her mouth with surprise and let a smile form upon her lips.
"Boyfriend huh?" Logan asked. They nodded. "So, how do you, uh—" He began.
Bobby and Rouge looked at each other. "Well, we're still working on that." Bobby finally stated.
Logan nodded. "This is Ardelle, Bobby." He introduced Ardelle again.
"A pleasure." Ardelle said grinning. She had met plenty of mutants before, but never really seen any of them use their powers as she had seen Bobby. The sight, although brief and easy, gave her hope of acceptance.
"Same." He said as they shook hands. His eyes landed on her outfit. "So, uh, where are you from?" He asked.
"Canada." Ardelle said.
"Is it normal to wear that kind of clothing where you're from?" Rouge asked innocently.
Ardelle ignored the disguised mocking tone that came to in her voice. "It is when there's a dress code." She said easily. Bobby raised an eyebrow at her response.
"Why don't you kids take Ardelle to see the professor. We need to find if she can stay." Logan suggested.
"Sure." They agreed. "Come on, this way." Bobby grabbed Rouge's hand and pulled her away. Ardelle followed, not wanting to become lost.
"Thanks Logan." She called and watched as he gave her a small two fingered wave as an African-American woman with white hair descended from the steps, greeting Logan. She turned back to Bobby and Rouge. "So, is everyone here a mutant?" She asked.
"Yeah. Everyone. Even the teachers." Bobby explained. Ardelle smiled. They walked down the corridors and made their way to the professors' room. "Professor?" Bobby poked his head into a room looking out onto a terrace of trees and flat plains.
"Yes, Bobby?" He asked, turning from the window to look at them.
"Logan brought us a possible new student." Rouge explained as they entered the room.
"Ah, well, let me see her." He said. Ardelle stepped forward, looking to him. Her brain began to work without thinking. It felt as though the something was moving around in her mind, or the room was moving, or something invisible was moving around the room, and she could feel it. She blinked twice, looking to the ground and to the room around her, trying to find it. Something was different, something was going on.
"Wha--?" She asked, looking back to the professor as she raised a hand to her temple. Suddenly it stopped. "What did you just do?" She asked. He raised his eyebrows innocently, as though he didn't know what she was talking about. She looked to the bald man in the chair and concentrated, having a hunch that he had just sifted through her mind looking for something to tell him if she was trustworthy or not.
Visions came to her mind of him standing, walking with another man, aging with white hair. Students from the school walked around and sat in a circle around him. The professor was talking with a man who had dark brown hair and red sunglasses on. 'Cyclops' the name came to her mind.
She stopped and took a deep breath. "Amazing…" She said, a smile beginning to form on her face. The Professor Xavier looked to her, something shinning in his eyes, which Ardelle couldn't place.
"Just what is your mutant power?" he asked.
Ardelle shook her head. "I'm not sure, but… it seems that whenever someone uses a power against me, or on me, I adapt to it and take it up as one of my own." She thought.
"Oh?" Bobby asked. "Let me see." He reached out and placed two fingers on her arm, sending frost onto it and shivers erupting through her body. When he pulled away she turned to him and placed her hand on his and concentrated.
Nothing happened.
"Hmm." She thought.
"What else happened to make you think you could adapt to others powers?" Professor Xavier asked.
"One of the girls from… from my dorm –" She covered "showed me her telekinetic power, by making her pillow float around, before making it come hit me."
"And have you tried using it?" Rouge asked. Ardelle nodded and concentrated on a pencil on the Professors desk. She made it float up and begin to spin around as it levitated towards her, and she grasped her hand around it.
"Interesting." The Professor said. "Well, I think it would be a good idea for you to stay here, until we learn more about your power, and what extent it can go to." He decided. "Rouge, if you will please take her to the women's dorm room six, I believe bed number four is empty there. And take her to see Professor Gray, for she will need a schedule." He said.
"Thank you Professor Xavier." Ardelle said happily.
"Professor X will do just fine, thank you Ardelle." He said. She grinned and followed Rouge as she led the way to the dormitories.
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Authors Note: Hello all! My first X-men fanfic, I don't know how it's going to blow over, but I'm hoping for the best! Please review! Criticism is all right as well, always looking for a way to get better at writing! And don't worry, Ardelle isn't going to become a hyper goddess. Review if you please!
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