The next day, Professor Xavier "requested" that I come to his office. There
he asked what my powers were, my background (of which I told him nothing,
it really wasn't any of his business), and finally told me about Magneto.
Apparently this creep had landed himself in jail after trying to wipe out
the entire population of New York City. He wanted me to get him out and,
considering my abilities, I could easily do this.
The Professor also told me I was not to leave the mansion unless someone was with me, preferably him. I like being on my own sometimes and I was, to say the least, miffed. So, sensing my anger, he suggested I take a look at my new room; which I gladly did. And was it ever a room! In one corner was a huge Chinese desk with beautiful carvings and paintings and opposite this was a large canopy bed with black sheets. The curtains on the windows were of a wispy white material with moons and stars embroidered on them. I was ecstatic. This was my dream room. But at that moment, being able to walk around alone would have made me happier. I was still somewhat steaming at my temporary loss of freedom, so I decided to get a work out in the gym. I changed into a white sleeveless shirt and black sweats and went to beat something up.
I was nearly at the door of the gym when I started hearing the singing. I recognized the song immediately, it was 'Oh what a Beautiful Morning' from Oklahoma!, one of my favorite songs. The thing that got to me was that there was no music, someone was not listening to the soundtrack, someone was actually singing. I stuck my head into the gym and at first glance, I didn't see anyone, but then I noticed that the rope at the end of the gym was moving. It was one of those things that hangs down from the ceiling and you have to climb it. Well, Logan was hanging on to the rope swinging back and forth and belting out that song at the top of his lungs.
The only thing to do was laugh, so I did. I guess I thought he was singing so loud he couldn't hear me. Wrong. He instantly stopped singing and dropped catlike to the floor. I turned and ran. The mansion was huge and I soon got lost but kept running. Logan was chasing me and with me still laughing, it was hard to run and breathe. I heard a strange, low rumbling sound and after a moment I realized that Logan was laughing too. Just then we passed the dining room (and a bewildered Scott) and I knew that my room was just down the hall. I sped up and phased through the door of what I thought was my room. Seconds later Logan opened the door and shook his finger at me.
"Oh, naughty, naughty. Only bad girls go into other people's rooms."
"So" I said, "is this your room?"
He gave me a look that said, quite plainly, 'Duh'. The room, by the way, was a mess. There were clothes everywhere; drawers hanging out of the dresser and the sheets were in a bundle at the foot of his bed. Then the Professor contacted all of us, telling us that dinner was ready. As I passed Logan to go out the door he pulled my ponytail saying,
"You're pretty fast, you know that? I doubt I would have caught you." He smirked and sauntered off, knowing he was acting like a flirtatious teenage guy.
The Professor also told me I was not to leave the mansion unless someone was with me, preferably him. I like being on my own sometimes and I was, to say the least, miffed. So, sensing my anger, he suggested I take a look at my new room; which I gladly did. And was it ever a room! In one corner was a huge Chinese desk with beautiful carvings and paintings and opposite this was a large canopy bed with black sheets. The curtains on the windows were of a wispy white material with moons and stars embroidered on them. I was ecstatic. This was my dream room. But at that moment, being able to walk around alone would have made me happier. I was still somewhat steaming at my temporary loss of freedom, so I decided to get a work out in the gym. I changed into a white sleeveless shirt and black sweats and went to beat something up.
I was nearly at the door of the gym when I started hearing the singing. I recognized the song immediately, it was 'Oh what a Beautiful Morning' from Oklahoma!, one of my favorite songs. The thing that got to me was that there was no music, someone was not listening to the soundtrack, someone was actually singing. I stuck my head into the gym and at first glance, I didn't see anyone, but then I noticed that the rope at the end of the gym was moving. It was one of those things that hangs down from the ceiling and you have to climb it. Well, Logan was hanging on to the rope swinging back and forth and belting out that song at the top of his lungs.
The only thing to do was laugh, so I did. I guess I thought he was singing so loud he couldn't hear me. Wrong. He instantly stopped singing and dropped catlike to the floor. I turned and ran. The mansion was huge and I soon got lost but kept running. Logan was chasing me and with me still laughing, it was hard to run and breathe. I heard a strange, low rumbling sound and after a moment I realized that Logan was laughing too. Just then we passed the dining room (and a bewildered Scott) and I knew that my room was just down the hall. I sped up and phased through the door of what I thought was my room. Seconds later Logan opened the door and shook his finger at me.
"Oh, naughty, naughty. Only bad girls go into other people's rooms."
"So" I said, "is this your room?"
He gave me a look that said, quite plainly, 'Duh'. The room, by the way, was a mess. There were clothes everywhere; drawers hanging out of the dresser and the sheets were in a bundle at the foot of his bed. Then the Professor contacted all of us, telling us that dinner was ready. As I passed Logan to go out the door he pulled my ponytail saying,
"You're pretty fast, you know that? I doubt I would have caught you." He smirked and sauntered off, knowing he was acting like a flirtatious teenage guy.