An Xtreme Discovery
Charles looked up, as Hank walked into his office. Hank wore the familiar white lab coat, with his glasses over his eyes. He held a folder in his hand, as he sat down in the seat in front of Charles' desk. He placed the folder on the desk in front of him. "These are the results of the tests I've conducted on Elizabeth." Hank began.
Charles reached over to the folder in the center of his desk. He picked it up, and opened the folder. He read the report inside, his eyebrows beginning to rise in shock at what he had read. Hank sat back in his chair, waiting for Charles to look up from the report. He folded his hands, resting them on his lap. Charles closed the folder, and placed it on the desk. "The molecular monitor had read the energy from that mark. The energy had flown off the scale, indicating the mark is permanent." Hank removed his glasses, and rested his elbow on Charles' desk, as he leaned towards him. He gestured his glasses towards the report, as he continued, "Charles, her X Gene has mutated five hundred times!"
Charles looked up at him. "Charles, how could this have happened to her without killing her first?" Hank asked, puzzled.
Hank sat back in his seat. "Well, I do know that she was born with this; however, my theory is that due to the youth of her age, her DNA had continued to evolve. However, after her mind reformation with me, the mutation had gone into recession." Charles sighed, sitting back into his wheelchair, before continuing to explain, "With her father passing away, and the traumatic encounter with Sabertooth; and let's not forget the stress she had gone through, with the adjustments of her new life here, I'm suspecting that had triggered the DNA to finish mutating." Charles explained.
Hank wiped his brow, and placed his glasses back onto his face, "Charles, that specific X Gene is linked to her telekinetic ability. With the mansion shaking so violently, I fear what would happen if her telekinesis were to seriously get out of control." He sighed.
Charles nodded, understanding what he had meant. He opened the folder again; staring at the results of the testing Hank had conducted on Elizabeth. He thought for a moment, and finally spoke, "With the amount of times her X Gene had mutated, I fear the strength of her telekinesis has reached far beyond what I can imagine." He said, with concern in his voice.
Elizabeth opened her eyes from her sleep. The pain in her head was gone; along with the pain that had been in her side. She saw Storm walk into the infirmary, her warm blue eyes smiling at her with concern. In her hands, she held a tray with a bowl of soup, and a glass of water. Elizabeth smiled, as Storm placed the tray on the stand near the bed. "Are you hungry, child?" Storm smiled.
"Starving!" Elizabeth grinned.
Storm wheeled the stand in front of Elizabeth, as Elizabeth carefully sat up. Storm gently placed her hand on Elizabeth's head, running her hand down her hair. "How are you feeling, Elizabeth?" Storm asked, warmly.
Elizabeth looked at her, and nodded. "Better. Dr. McCoy gave me pain medication for my side, and the pain in my head is gone."
Elizabeth had come to admire Storm. She had been Elizabeth's 'nurse'; bringing her meals, checking up on her to make sure she was alright. She admired Storm's beauty, her dark skin; the platinum colored long hair falling around her face, to her mid back. Her blue eyes stood out, almost glowing, against the darkness of her skin. Storm's face sobered, as she looked at Elizabeth's face. "Elizabeth, has Hank spoken with you in regards to the headache you'd had?" Storm asked her.
Elizabeth sighed, looking at the tray in front of her. She hesitantly nodded. "And I have a mark on my face. I don't know what's happening to me, Storm." Elizabeth sighed.
Storm placed her hand on Elizabeth's arm. "Elizabeth, just remember, that we all will do everything we possible can to help you. As long as you let us."
"I know, Ms. Monroe. Thank you for everything you all have done for me." Elizabeth smiled, looking up at her.
Storm lightly squeezed her arm, smiling at her. She stood up, and walked out of the room. Elizabeth scooted the tray forward towards her, and picked up the spoon. She was about the scoop up soup in her spoon, but stopped, dropping the spoon in the bowl, as she heard Brian rushing into the infirmary. His blue eyes gleamed, smiling at her, as he rushed into the room. She looked away, to her left, attempting to hide the mark from her twin. Brian, not noticing her hiding, sat down in the seat at her bedside. "Hey!" He smiled at her; his face sobered, as he noticed her looking away from him.
Brian raised an eyebrow, puzzled by her sudden shyness of him. "Betsy?" He asked.
Brian stood up, and leaned over her bed, trying to look at her face. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Elizabeth's eyes moved towards him, as she shook her head, careful not to show the mark. "N-Nothing." She stuttered.
Brian stood straight, and dropped into the seat. He sat back, crossing his arms, raising his eyebrow at her, smirking. "Bullshit." He coyly said.
Elizabeth's head turned to fully look at him, with a look of shock on her face. Before she realized that her mark had come into view, Brian leaned towards her, staring at the red mark on the left side of her face. "Betsy, what is that?" He asked, out of curiosity.
Elizabeth sighed, "Well, I guess there's no use in trying to hide it from you forever." She snapped.
"What happened, Betsy? Is everything okay?" He asked.
Elizabeth sighed, and combed her hair back with her hands. "Brian, I don't know exactly. Dr. McCoy had run tests on this mark, trying to figure out what it is. He hasn't gotten back to me with the results." She sighed.
Elizabeth solemnly looked at the tray in front of her. "Besides; I've looked atrocious from the start. This mark just adds to it." She said, as tears formed in her eyes.
Brian sighed, as he stared at his sister. "Lizard, look at me." He said.
Elizabeth looked at her brother, with tears streaming down her face. "Look, I'm only going to say this once; because I'm your brother, it's a little weird, but that's beyond the point. I hope you believe me when I say this, but," Brian paused, clearing his throat. He then continued, after gulping, "You're not ugly."
"But, Brian, I have something on my face!" Elizabeth cried, gesturing to her mark.
Brian playfully rolled his eyes, "Betsy, I said, I'm only going to say it once," He reached to the tissue box on the stand at her bedside, and pulled out a couple of tissue sheets. He handed them to her, "Besides; I think that mark looks wicked!" He smirked.
Elizabeth took the tissue from her brother's hand. She wiped her face of the tears. She looked at him, "Really?"
Brian nodded, "Yeah! It looks like a wicked tattoo!" He grinned.
Elizabeth scoffed, and smirked at her brother's comment, "Please, Brian. It looks as if I got pissed and rushed into a tattoo parlor!" She smiled.
Brian laughed at his sister's comment. She looked at her meal tray in front of her. "I think my soup has gotten cold." She sighed.
Brian took the bowl off of the tray, and looked at his sister, "I'll go warm it up for you, Lizard. I'll be right back." He said, as he walked out of the infirmary.
Charles looked up, as Hank walked into his office. Hank wore the familiar white lab coat, with his glasses over his eyes. He held a folder in his hand, as he sat down in the seat in front of Charles' desk. He placed the folder on the desk in front of him. "These are the results of the tests I've conducted on Elizabeth." Hank began.
Charles reached over to the folder in the center of his desk. He picked it up, and opened the folder. He read the report inside, his eyebrows beginning to rise in shock at what he had read. Hank sat back in his chair, waiting for Charles to look up from the report. He folded his hands, resting them on his lap. Charles closed the folder, and placed it on the desk. "The molecular monitor had read the energy from that mark. The energy had flown off the scale, indicating the mark is permanent." Hank removed his glasses, and rested his elbow on Charles' desk, as he leaned towards him. He gestured his glasses towards the report, as he continued, "Charles, her X Gene has mutated five hundred times!"
Charles looked up at him. "Charles, how could this have happened to her without killing her first?" Hank asked, puzzled.
Hank sat back in his seat. "Well, I do know that she was born with this; however, my theory is that due to the youth of her age, her DNA had continued to evolve. However, after her mind reformation with me, the mutation had gone into recession." Charles sighed, sitting back into his wheelchair, before continuing to explain, "With her father passing away, and the traumatic encounter with Sabertooth; and let's not forget the stress she had gone through, with the adjustments of her new life here, I'm suspecting that had triggered the DNA to finish mutating." Charles explained.
Hank wiped his brow, and placed his glasses back onto his face, "Charles, that specific X Gene is linked to her telekinetic ability. With the mansion shaking so violently, I fear what would happen if her telekinesis were to seriously get out of control." He sighed.
Charles nodded, understanding what he had meant. He opened the folder again; staring at the results of the testing Hank had conducted on Elizabeth. He thought for a moment, and finally spoke, "With the amount of times her X Gene had mutated, I fear the strength of her telekinesis has reached far beyond what I can imagine." He said, with concern in his voice.
Elizabeth opened her eyes from her sleep. The pain in her head was gone; along with the pain that had been in her side. She saw Storm walk into the infirmary, her warm blue eyes smiling at her with concern. In her hands, she held a tray with a bowl of soup, and a glass of water. Elizabeth smiled, as Storm placed the tray on the stand near the bed. "Are you hungry, child?" Storm smiled.
"Starving!" Elizabeth grinned.
Storm wheeled the stand in front of Elizabeth, as Elizabeth carefully sat up. Storm gently placed her hand on Elizabeth's head, running her hand down her hair. "How are you feeling, Elizabeth?" Storm asked, warmly.
Elizabeth looked at her, and nodded. "Better. Dr. McCoy gave me pain medication for my side, and the pain in my head is gone."
Elizabeth had come to admire Storm. She had been Elizabeth's 'nurse'; bringing her meals, checking up on her to make sure she was alright. She admired Storm's beauty, her dark skin; the platinum colored long hair falling around her face, to her mid back. Her blue eyes stood out, almost glowing, against the darkness of her skin. Storm's face sobered, as she looked at Elizabeth's face. "Elizabeth, has Hank spoken with you in regards to the headache you'd had?" Storm asked her.
Elizabeth sighed, looking at the tray in front of her. She hesitantly nodded. "And I have a mark on my face. I don't know what's happening to me, Storm." Elizabeth sighed.
Storm placed her hand on Elizabeth's arm. "Elizabeth, just remember, that we all will do everything we possible can to help you. As long as you let us."
"I know, Ms. Monroe. Thank you for everything you all have done for me." Elizabeth smiled, looking up at her.
Storm lightly squeezed her arm, smiling at her. She stood up, and walked out of the room. Elizabeth scooted the tray forward towards her, and picked up the spoon. She was about the scoop up soup in her spoon, but stopped, dropping the spoon in the bowl, as she heard Brian rushing into the infirmary. His blue eyes gleamed, smiling at her, as he rushed into the room. She looked away, to her left, attempting to hide the mark from her twin. Brian, not noticing her hiding, sat down in the seat at her bedside. "Hey!" He smiled at her; his face sobered, as he noticed her looking away from him.
Brian raised an eyebrow, puzzled by her sudden shyness of him. "Betsy?" He asked.
Brian stood up, and leaned over her bed, trying to look at her face. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Elizabeth's eyes moved towards him, as she shook her head, careful not to show the mark. "N-Nothing." She stuttered.
Brian stood straight, and dropped into the seat. He sat back, crossing his arms, raising his eyebrow at her, smirking. "Bullshit." He coyly said.
Elizabeth's head turned to fully look at him, with a look of shock on her face. Before she realized that her mark had come into view, Brian leaned towards her, staring at the red mark on the left side of her face. "Betsy, what is that?" He asked, out of curiosity.
Elizabeth sighed, "Well, I guess there's no use in trying to hide it from you forever." She snapped.
"What happened, Betsy? Is everything okay?" He asked.
Elizabeth sighed, and combed her hair back with her hands. "Brian, I don't know exactly. Dr. McCoy had run tests on this mark, trying to figure out what it is. He hasn't gotten back to me with the results." She sighed.
Elizabeth solemnly looked at the tray in front of her. "Besides; I've looked atrocious from the start. This mark just adds to it." She said, as tears formed in her eyes.
Brian sighed, as he stared at his sister. "Lizard, look at me." He said.
Elizabeth looked at her brother, with tears streaming down her face. "Look, I'm only going to say this once; because I'm your brother, it's a little weird, but that's beyond the point. I hope you believe me when I say this, but," Brian paused, clearing his throat. He then continued, after gulping, "You're not ugly."
"But, Brian, I have something on my face!" Elizabeth cried, gesturing to her mark.
Brian playfully rolled his eyes, "Betsy, I said, I'm only going to say it once," He reached to the tissue box on the stand at her bedside, and pulled out a couple of tissue sheets. He handed them to her, "Besides; I think that mark looks wicked!" He smirked.
Elizabeth took the tissue from her brother's hand. She wiped her face of the tears. She looked at him, "Really?"
Brian nodded, "Yeah! It looks like a wicked tattoo!" He grinned.
Elizabeth scoffed, and smirked at her brother's comment, "Please, Brian. It looks as if I got pissed and rushed into a tattoo parlor!" She smiled.
Brian laughed at his sister's comment. She looked at her meal tray in front of her. "I think my soup has gotten cold." She sighed.
Brian took the bowl off of the tray, and looked at his sister, "I'll go warm it up for you, Lizard. I'll be right back." He said, as he walked out of the infirmary.
