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Raptor smiled as she went into her battle stance, but, to her confusion, the SOMEONE just whispered something into the BAMF'S ear and smirked. The blue one disappeared and reappeared seconds later on top of Raptor. She was pinned! As she struggled, the SOMEONE walked up and placed three metal claws mere millimeters from her neck. She understood and immediately stiffened.
"Pleez, ve don't vant to hurt you! Ve only vant to help!" BAMF said quickly. Raptor stopped panting and used a voice that she had not used in over two years.
"Oh yea? Well it don't look like I'm bein' treated royally here." She looked at the SOMEONE for answers. "What are your names anyway?" she said. Introductions went around, and they asked if they would come with her just to talk. She agreed and followed them back to the 'Bird. 'If they say they didn't want to hurt me, why did that Logan guy almost kill me? I'm not stupid; I know what he was implying.' She thought as they came up to the black jet. ~On the contrary, you are very intelligent, Jessica. We were just taking precautions~ She snapped her head up and looked around to see who said that. Logan chuckled.
"You really got to stop doing that Chuck. It scares most people." Logan said. He motioned over to the man in the wheelchair and explained the whole telepathy thing. She nodded and sat on a rock in front of the Professor as the others walked into the jet. She waited for him to say something. And waited. And waited. She noticed he seemed to be in a trance, with his eyes closed and his fingers resting on his temples. 'Almost like he has a headache.'
"Uhhh, are you ok?" she asked. He looked up and smiled at her. She looked distinctly uncomfortable and squirmed on the rock.
"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" he asked her. She thought about it.
"It looked like you had a headache or sumthin,'" she replied, looking back to where her camp was. "I was jus' wunderin'." She idly scratched the red scales covering her arm. Charles thought about the events that he had just uncovered in her mind. The collapse after school, the scene at her house, the events following when her body succumbed to the primal berserker rage mutation. He also noticed that while hundreds of unhappy thoughts swirled around, very few happy ones; none of the happy thoughts included people. He pulled up a particular memory; five humans had found her first camp, and had beaten her and cut her with knives. He was going over this in his mind, thinking about it.
"So, Jessica-." He was cut off by an angry cry. "My name's Raptor, an' you can tell your friends that too. I ain't answering to Jessica anymore." She said curtly. She was really offended by that, though this nagging feeling in the back of her mind said she could trust this man, if not the others.
"Okay, Raptor. I am going to be direct in saying this," she nodded, "I run a school, a school for people to learn to use and control their gifts wisely. I am asking you to join at the Institute. You would go to a regular high school, but at the Institute you will train and learn to control your mutation." He went through the whole recruiting job for her and she thought about it.
"I ain't got no money for it." She said slowly, as if thinking about it. Charles explained that (AN: you can tell I hate typing conversation) and she hopped off to think about it. Her tail thrashed in agitation. She believed what they said, but she wanted to stay here. It was peaceful; it had been his home for two years now. She thought about her 'forest friends', in reality, they had been a pack of wolves that 'took her in.' She thought about it and tried the mental talk thing. ~Professor, I'll come with you, but only for a little while. If I don't like it, can I come back here? And I need to say goodbye to a few friends. ~ She blushed a little at this, the thought of telling a civilized person this embarrassed her.
~Of course, to all those things. We'll be waiting right here. ~ She smiled 'Cool, it worked!' She plunged into the undergrowth.
Logan leaned in the doorway, talking with Storm. "I don't know, 'Ro. You shoulda seen those eyes. Blood-red. She was pissed at me an' the elf," he said, motioning to Kurt in the jet. "Real fighter, that one. She woulda been hard to bring back if he weren't here." He paused when he heard Raptor returning to the woods. He poked his head out of the door.
"Chuck?" He looked at the Prof. ~ Don't worry, she'll be returning ~
~ You sure she wasn't lying ~ Logan glanced into the woods.
"Yes. She just had to do something before she came with us." He smiled and looked out where wolves could be heard. He heard another cry join the howling animals. Raptor.
Raptor trotted up to the alpha male, belly close to the ground, showing submission. She barked a greeting and bluntly explained as best she could that she was leaving. They went to a small hill, where the full moon could be seen. The lead wolf began the mournful harmony of a lost member. One by one, other wolves and Raptor harmonized with each other's voices. Raptor unknowingly shed tears of sorrow. She was going to miss them.
As the jet flew home, Kurt noticed that Raptor sat at the back of the plane, not talking to anyone. 'Anti-social?' he wondered. He approached her cautiously and tried to make conversation. The German teen cleared his throat nervously.
"Guten Tag, Raptor. My name is Kurt Vagner. Ah- I vas just vundering vhat you vere doing all the way back here." He looked into her now gold eyes, remembering when they were a brilliant crimson.
"I just don't wanna talk to anyone. If you've noticed, I've had no human contact for two years, and I like it." She curled her wings around her and refused to talk. Kurt looked hurt and walked back to the cockpit. "Anti-social." He said to Xavier simply. He turned his head and looked out the window.
"Well, Kurt, I can remember when you were like that. When we first picked you up," he continued. "We got you out of that. It's just a phase Kurt. You'll see. Even Rogue has perked up."
"Ja. Just a phase." Kurt smiled and dozed off, his moods lifting just a little as he sailed into dreamland.
Well?
I need ideas! Oh, and this isn't going to be a big relationship thing. And the review thing is out the window so ill be updating faster. Email me ideas: knowitall9210@cox.net
BBBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Raptor smiled as she went into her battle stance, but, to her confusion, the SOMEONE just whispered something into the BAMF'S ear and smirked. The blue one disappeared and reappeared seconds later on top of Raptor. She was pinned! As she struggled, the SOMEONE walked up and placed three metal claws mere millimeters from her neck. She understood and immediately stiffened.
"Pleez, ve don't vant to hurt you! Ve only vant to help!" BAMF said quickly. Raptor stopped panting and used a voice that she had not used in over two years.
"Oh yea? Well it don't look like I'm bein' treated royally here." She looked at the SOMEONE for answers. "What are your names anyway?" she said. Introductions went around, and they asked if they would come with her just to talk. She agreed and followed them back to the 'Bird. 'If they say they didn't want to hurt me, why did that Logan guy almost kill me? I'm not stupid; I know what he was implying.' She thought as they came up to the black jet. ~On the contrary, you are very intelligent, Jessica. We were just taking precautions~ She snapped her head up and looked around to see who said that. Logan chuckled.
"You really got to stop doing that Chuck. It scares most people." Logan said. He motioned over to the man in the wheelchair and explained the whole telepathy thing. She nodded and sat on a rock in front of the Professor as the others walked into the jet. She waited for him to say something. And waited. And waited. She noticed he seemed to be in a trance, with his eyes closed and his fingers resting on his temples. 'Almost like he has a headache.'
"Uhhh, are you ok?" she asked. He looked up and smiled at her. She looked distinctly uncomfortable and squirmed on the rock.
"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" he asked her. She thought about it.
"It looked like you had a headache or sumthin,'" she replied, looking back to where her camp was. "I was jus' wunderin'." She idly scratched the red scales covering her arm. Charles thought about the events that he had just uncovered in her mind. The collapse after school, the scene at her house, the events following when her body succumbed to the primal berserker rage mutation. He also noticed that while hundreds of unhappy thoughts swirled around, very few happy ones; none of the happy thoughts included people. He pulled up a particular memory; five humans had found her first camp, and had beaten her and cut her with knives. He was going over this in his mind, thinking about it.
"So, Jessica-." He was cut off by an angry cry. "My name's Raptor, an' you can tell your friends that too. I ain't answering to Jessica anymore." She said curtly. She was really offended by that, though this nagging feeling in the back of her mind said she could trust this man, if not the others.
"Okay, Raptor. I am going to be direct in saying this," she nodded, "I run a school, a school for people to learn to use and control their gifts wisely. I am asking you to join at the Institute. You would go to a regular high school, but at the Institute you will train and learn to control your mutation." He went through the whole recruiting job for her and she thought about it.
"I ain't got no money for it." She said slowly, as if thinking about it. Charles explained that (AN: you can tell I hate typing conversation) and she hopped off to think about it. Her tail thrashed in agitation. She believed what they said, but she wanted to stay here. It was peaceful; it had been his home for two years now. She thought about her 'forest friends', in reality, they had been a pack of wolves that 'took her in.' She thought about it and tried the mental talk thing. ~Professor, I'll come with you, but only for a little while. If I don't like it, can I come back here? And I need to say goodbye to a few friends. ~ She blushed a little at this, the thought of telling a civilized person this embarrassed her.
~Of course, to all those things. We'll be waiting right here. ~ She smiled 'Cool, it worked!' She plunged into the undergrowth.
Logan leaned in the doorway, talking with Storm. "I don't know, 'Ro. You shoulda seen those eyes. Blood-red. She was pissed at me an' the elf," he said, motioning to Kurt in the jet. "Real fighter, that one. She woulda been hard to bring back if he weren't here." He paused when he heard Raptor returning to the woods. He poked his head out of the door.
"Chuck?" He looked at the Prof. ~ Don't worry, she'll be returning ~
~ You sure she wasn't lying ~ Logan glanced into the woods.
"Yes. She just had to do something before she came with us." He smiled and looked out where wolves could be heard. He heard another cry join the howling animals. Raptor.
Raptor trotted up to the alpha male, belly close to the ground, showing submission. She barked a greeting and bluntly explained as best she could that she was leaving. They went to a small hill, where the full moon could be seen. The lead wolf began the mournful harmony of a lost member. One by one, other wolves and Raptor harmonized with each other's voices. Raptor unknowingly shed tears of sorrow. She was going to miss them.
As the jet flew home, Kurt noticed that Raptor sat at the back of the plane, not talking to anyone. 'Anti-social?' he wondered. He approached her cautiously and tried to make conversation. The German teen cleared his throat nervously.
"Guten Tag, Raptor. My name is Kurt Vagner. Ah- I vas just vundering vhat you vere doing all the way back here." He looked into her now gold eyes, remembering when they were a brilliant crimson.
"I just don't wanna talk to anyone. If you've noticed, I've had no human contact for two years, and I like it." She curled her wings around her and refused to talk. Kurt looked hurt and walked back to the cockpit. "Anti-social." He said to Xavier simply. He turned his head and looked out the window.
"Well, Kurt, I can remember when you were like that. When we first picked you up," he continued. "We got you out of that. It's just a phase Kurt. You'll see. Even Rogue has perked up."
"Ja. Just a phase." Kurt smiled and dozed off, his moods lifting just a little as he sailed into dreamland.
Well?
I need ideas! Oh, and this isn't going to be a big relationship thing. And the review thing is out the window so ill be updating faster. Email me ideas: knowitall9210@cox.net
BBBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEE!!!!!!