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Dixion sat with her uncle for almost an hour one on one, talking and
getting up to speed. After he brought up the subject of school, which
Dixion was not too happy to bring up. Nevertheless, before she could
object, Xavier had her enrolled at Bayville High and told her she would be
starting Monday. After he introduced Dixion to the 'family'. She had
already made fast friends with Rogue and Kurt. Evan still was a pain, and
Kitty was bearable. She thought Storm was cool and begged for her to take
her on as her student. Storm had finally agreed. Scott and Jean were nice
too. The only one Dixion got the creeps from was Logan. Geez! What a cold
guy. After the introductions, they had all (except Logan) gone out to
celebrate. Later they came home, and Dixion settled into her new room, to
countdown until she had to venture to school.
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Dixion sat silently in the principal's office, waiting. Her uncle had
gotten her into this school but she was supposed to meet the principal
before starting classes. Everyone at the mansion had been nice and she'd
gotten her own room. The only problem was Evan kept following her around
and calling her 'angel'.
Principle Darkholme's office didn't look that much different from hers. Dark. The room wasn't at all well lit. Long, slim streams of light came in through the closed blinds and the dim lights did nothing to help. The office was extensive but almost empty. A large oak desk stood in front of the window, behind it a tall backed leather chair. Along the walls were shelves of books, covered in dust. "Guess she don't like reading." she mused. Dixion sat on a straight-backed wooden chair, and it didn't do anything to make her comfortable.
Dixion soon heard the clicks of heels against the tile outside the office. "Here she comes." Dixion muttered.
Darkholme strode in and slammed the door behind her. She had a strong, slim build, and a stride that said 'I rule the world'. She was wearing a black jacket and matching skirt. Her skin looked rather pale, like she stayed away from the sun a lot. She had dark brown hair cut short and deep black eyes sitting behind small wire glasses. She came to sit behind her immense desk, before she noticed Dixion.
"Yes?" her voice was crisp, and on the border of raging anger.
"I...uh, I'm Dixion Hayes. I'm new here and was told to come see you."
The anger drained from Darkholme's face and was replaced by forced happiness.
"Ah, yes. Ms. Hayes. We at this school are delighted to have a new student join us." she paused, and moved to sit on the edge of the desk, in front of Dixion, "We do hope you enjoy your stay."
"Yeah, of course."
"Well off to class with you then."
"Ok."
Dixion left, and Darkholme's face regained its anger. From behind, a figure stood in the shadows.
"You do see that she holds great power Mystique?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you will make sure we gain her power to our side?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good."
And with that, the figure was gone and Darkholme was left alone again. *********************************************************************** "There she is."
Lance pulled his eyes away from a redhead down the hall to look at Pietro. "Huh?"
Pietro didn't turn to look at Lance; he just glared at Dixion as he watched her walk down the hall. "That Dixion chick we saw earlier. Remember?"
"Oh yeah. I wonder where she's staying."
"Like it matters. Mystique says she's a mutant too and she wants her for our side."
This time Pietro turned to look at Lance. Now his grin was baneful. "But who says we can't have fun with her for awhile."
Lance shrugged indifferently, and went back to watching the redhead. Pietro slammed shut his locker and followed Dixion. *********************************************************************** Same as before.
Principle Darkholme's office didn't look that much different from hers. Dark. The room wasn't at all well lit. Long, slim streams of light came in through the closed blinds and the dim lights did nothing to help. The office was extensive but almost empty. A large oak desk stood in front of the window, behind it a tall backed leather chair. Along the walls were shelves of books, covered in dust. "Guess she don't like reading." she mused. Dixion sat on a straight-backed wooden chair, and it didn't do anything to make her comfortable.
Dixion soon heard the clicks of heels against the tile outside the office. "Here she comes." Dixion muttered.
Darkholme strode in and slammed the door behind her. She had a strong, slim build, and a stride that said 'I rule the world'. She was wearing a black jacket and matching skirt. Her skin looked rather pale, like she stayed away from the sun a lot. She had dark brown hair cut short and deep black eyes sitting behind small wire glasses. She came to sit behind her immense desk, before she noticed Dixion.
"Yes?" her voice was crisp, and on the border of raging anger.
"I...uh, I'm Dixion Hayes. I'm new here and was told to come see you."
The anger drained from Darkholme's face and was replaced by forced happiness.
"Ah, yes. Ms. Hayes. We at this school are delighted to have a new student join us." she paused, and moved to sit on the edge of the desk, in front of Dixion, "We do hope you enjoy your stay."
"Yeah, of course."
"Well off to class with you then."
"Ok."
Dixion left, and Darkholme's face regained its anger. From behind, a figure stood in the shadows.
"You do see that she holds great power Mystique?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you will make sure we gain her power to our side?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good."
And with that, the figure was gone and Darkholme was left alone again. *********************************************************************** "There she is."
Lance pulled his eyes away from a redhead down the hall to look at Pietro. "Huh?"
Pietro didn't turn to look at Lance; he just glared at Dixion as he watched her walk down the hall. "That Dixion chick we saw earlier. Remember?"
"Oh yeah. I wonder where she's staying."
"Like it matters. Mystique says she's a mutant too and she wants her for our side."
This time Pietro turned to look at Lance. Now his grin was baneful. "But who says we can't have fun with her for awhile."
Lance shrugged indifferently, and went back to watching the redhead. Pietro slammed shut his locker and followed Dixion. *********************************************************************** Same as before.
