Testing Evolution
Elizabeth looked into her empty room, from her doorway. Her bed was still made, untouched since she was put in her coma. To Hank's surprise, her wound had healed marvelously, after a week and a half in the infirmary. She still received pains in her side, as her wound needed to heal internally. Her brother had brought a change of clothing for her, so she may walk into her room without wearing the gown Hank had provided. Brian and Peter had placed two black ceramic vases, one filled with wildflowers, the other filled with red snapdragons, on top of her long oak dresser. She wanted to walk to her room alone, insisting she could do it on her own. Her windows, including her bay window, remained shut and locked. She walked into her room, and placed her hand on her oak footboard of her bed.
She saw her X Uniform, stitched where the tears of her wound had been, hanging on her closet door. She stared at the uniform, trying to remember what had happened. A part of her wanted to remember it, to avoid from it happening again. She wanted to correct the mistakes she had made during the confrontation. She purely wanted revenge for what happened to her. She walked to her closet door, and looked up at her hung uniform. She ran her fingers along the well stitched area. The black leather uniform hung on its hanger, resembling her petite 5'7" figure. She saw her katana sword handle secured into the gold colored belt hung around the neck of the hanger.
Elizabeth stared at the uniform, running her fingers along the stitched area. She clenched her other hand into a fist, and placed it at her side. She closed her eyes, trying to delve into her own memories, to remember her encounter. She saw a vision in her mind, flashing to her door breaking down, and smashing to the floor. She saw Sabertooth staring at her, his dark yellow eyes staring at her. She opened her eyes, as the memory of the encounter began to surface. She wanted to be careful not to let her newly evolved ability to get out of control. She could still smell the sweat of Sabertooth in her nostrils. She turned to her bay window, and walked towards the seat of her window. She sat on the seat, staring out into the darkness outside of her room. She tossed her heavy braided hair over her shoulder, feeling it sway side to side, and then resting on her back, reaching to her waist. She saw her reflection in the window she stared out of, the mark standing out against her porcelain skin. Suddenly a memory flashed in front of her eyes, of Sabertooth grabbing her by the neck. She closed her eyes, and quickly shook her head. She opened them, and the memory stopped. She looked at her hands, clenching them both into fists. Her psychic blades ignited around her fists, the white light of the blades' energies touching her face. She glanced at her reflection, and saw that the mark over her eye was glowing bright red. Her right eyebrow raised in confusion. She looked closely, her blades still ignited on her fists. She dissolved her blades, and the glow immediately died away. A smile formed on her lips. "Wicked." She said to herself.
She then sobered, confused. She didn't notice a glow coming from her eye. She stared at her open door, lifting her hand. She pointed her hand towards the door, concentrating for the door to close. She strained for a moment, her mark slightly glowing. The door jerked back and forth, still not shutting to a close. "Close, you bloody piece of wood!" She snapped.
Her mark illuminated brighter, and the door slammed shut, and quickly blasted through into the hallway, shattering into pieces. Her eyes opened wide with shock, as the glow from her mark died away. She stared at the remnants of wood lying on the floor just outside her doorway. She cautiously stood, and walked towards the pieces of wood. "What was that?" She heard from the hallway.
Suddenly, Logan was at the shards of wood, staring at them. Both sets of claws out, he knelt down to the shards of wood. He looked into the open doorway, and saw Elizabeth standing at the foot of her bed, staring at the mess of wood with her mouth dropped. She placed her hand over her mouth. "What happened, Betsy?" He coldly asked her, his eyes glaring at her.
He stood up, and stepped over the mess to get into her room. He sniffed the air, as he entered her room, and then looked at her. "I-I'm sorry, Logan." She stuttered, finally looking up at him.
He groaned out of frustration, and pointed to the mess outside of her doorway. "Did you do this?!" He snapped.
Elizabeth cautiously backed away from him, as he leaned into her, his arm still pointed at the mess. His eyes stared at her, mixed with anger and concern. "Y-Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She sheepishly told him.
Logan turned his face towards the mess, and he retracted his claws. He ran both of his hands up the sides of his head. "I just fixed your damn door, Elizabeth!" He complained.
He stomped out of her room, "I'll clean it up!" He snapped, as he left.
Elizabeth's hand nervously clenched onto the footboard of her bed. She remembered the Professor's explanation of her newly evolved ability. He had explained to her the results of the test that Hank had conducted. He suspected her power had increased in strength, but she couldn't believe it would ever do something such as exploding her door. She heard Logan mumbling curses, as he placed a tin garbage can outside her room. He placed the floor broom onto the floor, and began sweeping the shards of wood towards the garbage can. Jean peeked into Elizabeth's room through the doorway, her long thick red hair hanging as she did so. "Elizabeth, are you alright?" She asked.
Elizabeth sighed, and looked at her. "You're just the person I have to talk to, Jean." She told her.
Jean stepped over the broom on the floor, as Logan swept the shards. She walked into the room, and placed her hand on Elizabeth's arm, as she stood in front of her; her moss green eyes looking at her with concern. "Jean, my telekinesis; it's evolved," Elizabeth began, as she turned around to walk towards her bay window seat. She sat down, and looked at Jean, as Jean followed. "First, I tried to test my psychic blades, to see if I could still use them. Which they are perfectly fine. But, I noticed in my reflection, that the mark over my eye had glowed when I did. As I dissolved my blades, the glow died down. The weird part is, is that my sight isn't interfered when this happens. So, I tried to close my door with my telekinesis, remembering what you had told me about focus," Elizabeth looked at her doorway, and continued, "My door jerked back and forth, then slammed shut followed by exploding into the hallway," She looked at Jean, "Jean, what's happened to me?"
Logan leaned his forearm against the doorway, and looked at Elizabeth, "You know-", He began.
Elizabeth looked at him, "Logan, why don't you get stuffed, you bloody hair ball! Besides, you don't care! You only visited me once when I had awoken." She hissed.
Logan stood up straight, and stared at her. Jean stared at Elizabeth, shocked at the sudden outburst. Logan's eyes immediately changed, infuriated at her outburst. "I don't care? I saved your damn life, kid! Don't complain and bitch to me about how I don't care!" He growled, before walking away.
Elizabeth looked away, feeling Jean's long stare. Finally Jean spoke, "Betsy, he was only going to tell you to talk with the Professor about this."
Elizabeth sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," She ran her hand down her face, and rested it onto the seat she sat on, "This change hasn't done me any good. I'm so sorry, Jean. It's a little scary when all of the sudden you blow your room door up, when all you try to do is close it," She looked at Jean, "Imagine what would happen if it were to get out of control? Have you ever seen telekinesis like that?"
Jean shook her head. "My powers had evolved as well. The beginning of the year, actually. I was under a lot of stress, trying to deal with the school finals, my soccer playoffs." Jean swung her red hair over her shoulder, and placed her hand on Elizabeth's arm, warmly, "But I've learned to control it." She sat back, "I've never been able to blow through a door, though. The Professor did inform me that your power may have grown in strength," She looked at the doorway, "I think he was right."
Elizabeth looked at the doorway as well. They both sighed. "I have to go apologize to Logan." Elizabeth sighed, as she stood up.
Jean looked up at her, "Elizabeth, why don't we work on control tomorrow? That way you try not to use too much of it when it's not needed."
Elizabeth nodded. She then smiled at Jean, "Thank you."
Jean smiled back at her, as she sat back against the window behind her. "You're welcome, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth turned, and walked out of the room.
Elizabeth looked into her empty room, from her doorway. Her bed was still made, untouched since she was put in her coma. To Hank's surprise, her wound had healed marvelously, after a week and a half in the infirmary. She still received pains in her side, as her wound needed to heal internally. Her brother had brought a change of clothing for her, so she may walk into her room without wearing the gown Hank had provided. Brian and Peter had placed two black ceramic vases, one filled with wildflowers, the other filled with red snapdragons, on top of her long oak dresser. She wanted to walk to her room alone, insisting she could do it on her own. Her windows, including her bay window, remained shut and locked. She walked into her room, and placed her hand on her oak footboard of her bed.
She saw her X Uniform, stitched where the tears of her wound had been, hanging on her closet door. She stared at the uniform, trying to remember what had happened. A part of her wanted to remember it, to avoid from it happening again. She wanted to correct the mistakes she had made during the confrontation. She purely wanted revenge for what happened to her. She walked to her closet door, and looked up at her hung uniform. She ran her fingers along the well stitched area. The black leather uniform hung on its hanger, resembling her petite 5'7" figure. She saw her katana sword handle secured into the gold colored belt hung around the neck of the hanger.
Elizabeth stared at the uniform, running her fingers along the stitched area. She clenched her other hand into a fist, and placed it at her side. She closed her eyes, trying to delve into her own memories, to remember her encounter. She saw a vision in her mind, flashing to her door breaking down, and smashing to the floor. She saw Sabertooth staring at her, his dark yellow eyes staring at her. She opened her eyes, as the memory of the encounter began to surface. She wanted to be careful not to let her newly evolved ability to get out of control. She could still smell the sweat of Sabertooth in her nostrils. She turned to her bay window, and walked towards the seat of her window. She sat on the seat, staring out into the darkness outside of her room. She tossed her heavy braided hair over her shoulder, feeling it sway side to side, and then resting on her back, reaching to her waist. She saw her reflection in the window she stared out of, the mark standing out against her porcelain skin. Suddenly a memory flashed in front of her eyes, of Sabertooth grabbing her by the neck. She closed her eyes, and quickly shook her head. She opened them, and the memory stopped. She looked at her hands, clenching them both into fists. Her psychic blades ignited around her fists, the white light of the blades' energies touching her face. She glanced at her reflection, and saw that the mark over her eye was glowing bright red. Her right eyebrow raised in confusion. She looked closely, her blades still ignited on her fists. She dissolved her blades, and the glow immediately died away. A smile formed on her lips. "Wicked." She said to herself.
She then sobered, confused. She didn't notice a glow coming from her eye. She stared at her open door, lifting her hand. She pointed her hand towards the door, concentrating for the door to close. She strained for a moment, her mark slightly glowing. The door jerked back and forth, still not shutting to a close. "Close, you bloody piece of wood!" She snapped.
Her mark illuminated brighter, and the door slammed shut, and quickly blasted through into the hallway, shattering into pieces. Her eyes opened wide with shock, as the glow from her mark died away. She stared at the remnants of wood lying on the floor just outside her doorway. She cautiously stood, and walked towards the pieces of wood. "What was that?" She heard from the hallway.
Suddenly, Logan was at the shards of wood, staring at them. Both sets of claws out, he knelt down to the shards of wood. He looked into the open doorway, and saw Elizabeth standing at the foot of her bed, staring at the mess of wood with her mouth dropped. She placed her hand over her mouth. "What happened, Betsy?" He coldly asked her, his eyes glaring at her.
He stood up, and stepped over the mess to get into her room. He sniffed the air, as he entered her room, and then looked at her. "I-I'm sorry, Logan." She stuttered, finally looking up at him.
He groaned out of frustration, and pointed to the mess outside of her doorway. "Did you do this?!" He snapped.
Elizabeth cautiously backed away from him, as he leaned into her, his arm still pointed at the mess. His eyes stared at her, mixed with anger and concern. "Y-Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She sheepishly told him.
Logan turned his face towards the mess, and he retracted his claws. He ran both of his hands up the sides of his head. "I just fixed your damn door, Elizabeth!" He complained.
He stomped out of her room, "I'll clean it up!" He snapped, as he left.
Elizabeth's hand nervously clenched onto the footboard of her bed. She remembered the Professor's explanation of her newly evolved ability. He had explained to her the results of the test that Hank had conducted. He suspected her power had increased in strength, but she couldn't believe it would ever do something such as exploding her door. She heard Logan mumbling curses, as he placed a tin garbage can outside her room. He placed the floor broom onto the floor, and began sweeping the shards of wood towards the garbage can. Jean peeked into Elizabeth's room through the doorway, her long thick red hair hanging as she did so. "Elizabeth, are you alright?" She asked.
Elizabeth sighed, and looked at her. "You're just the person I have to talk to, Jean." She told her.
Jean stepped over the broom on the floor, as Logan swept the shards. She walked into the room, and placed her hand on Elizabeth's arm, as she stood in front of her; her moss green eyes looking at her with concern. "Jean, my telekinesis; it's evolved," Elizabeth began, as she turned around to walk towards her bay window seat. She sat down, and looked at Jean, as Jean followed. "First, I tried to test my psychic blades, to see if I could still use them. Which they are perfectly fine. But, I noticed in my reflection, that the mark over my eye had glowed when I did. As I dissolved my blades, the glow died down. The weird part is, is that my sight isn't interfered when this happens. So, I tried to close my door with my telekinesis, remembering what you had told me about focus," Elizabeth looked at her doorway, and continued, "My door jerked back and forth, then slammed shut followed by exploding into the hallway," She looked at Jean, "Jean, what's happened to me?"
Logan leaned his forearm against the doorway, and looked at Elizabeth, "You know-", He began.
Elizabeth looked at him, "Logan, why don't you get stuffed, you bloody hair ball! Besides, you don't care! You only visited me once when I had awoken." She hissed.
Logan stood up straight, and stared at her. Jean stared at Elizabeth, shocked at the sudden outburst. Logan's eyes immediately changed, infuriated at her outburst. "I don't care? I saved your damn life, kid! Don't complain and bitch to me about how I don't care!" He growled, before walking away.
Elizabeth looked away, feeling Jean's long stare. Finally Jean spoke, "Betsy, he was only going to tell you to talk with the Professor about this."
Elizabeth sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," She ran her hand down her face, and rested it onto the seat she sat on, "This change hasn't done me any good. I'm so sorry, Jean. It's a little scary when all of the sudden you blow your room door up, when all you try to do is close it," She looked at Jean, "Imagine what would happen if it were to get out of control? Have you ever seen telekinesis like that?"
Jean shook her head. "My powers had evolved as well. The beginning of the year, actually. I was under a lot of stress, trying to deal with the school finals, my soccer playoffs." Jean swung her red hair over her shoulder, and placed her hand on Elizabeth's arm, warmly, "But I've learned to control it." She sat back, "I've never been able to blow through a door, though. The Professor did inform me that your power may have grown in strength," She looked at the doorway, "I think he was right."
Elizabeth looked at the doorway as well. They both sighed. "I have to go apologize to Logan." Elizabeth sighed, as she stood up.
Jean looked up at her, "Elizabeth, why don't we work on control tomorrow? That way you try not to use too much of it when it's not needed."
Elizabeth nodded. She then smiled at Jean, "Thank you."
Jean smiled back at her, as she sat back against the window behind her. "You're welcome, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth turned, and walked out of the room.
