A/N: Just to let ya'll know, Angel's "Lovely" outlook is part of her Mutation, not a mary-sue. yup yup!
This might be quiet a long chapter, so buckle you seat. (Remeber I said *might*) Now in the last chapter I said Amy would share a room with a girl named Olivia, that hadn't come to the school yet. Well I changed her name from Olivia to Eliza so... just to warn you.
Chapter Two: Changes in the Light
By Spicey Muffin
Pryo shifted uneasily in the metal seats Magneto had provided for him and the two other girls. Magneto paced back and forth in front of him, talking of some evil plan or another, he wasn't really listening.
He sighed and tried to look intrested, while flipping his lighter open and closed. The girl with the sliver-blonde hair, Angel peeked out of the corner of her eye at him. He grinned, and winked.
Angel frowned deeply and looked back to Magneto. Pryo rolled his eyes and turned to find himself face to face with an angery Magneto.
"What did I just say?" he asked softly.
Pyro shrugged, "Dunno."
Magneto frowned, and pulled Pyro up by his shirt, and pushed him up the steps in front of the room, to a metal Platform. He then turned on Angel, "Miss Angel?"
Angel walked up the steps and stood about three feet away from Pyro.
"Now, as I was saying before, You must learn each other's weaknesses and Streagths. For two reasons: one, it will make you better partners. And two, One day you might turn agaist each other."
Pyro laughed, "You want me to fight her?" He looked at Angel's small, petite form and how fragile she looked, and chuckled, "I'll hurt her."
Magneto shook his head, a small smile on his face, "We'll see... We'll see." He lifted up his hands, and the platform raised.
Angel smiled sweetly, her face the picture of inoccence. Pyro smiled roguishly,
"If I hurt you, I'm sorry." He lit his lighter, a ball of flame apearing in his hand.
"I say the same for you." she said smiling back.
"You may start..." Magneto's voice came from below.
Pyro was ready to send his flames out, when suddenly the entire place turned black.
"I have a unique gift." Angel said. A light shaft landed gently on her, making her sliver hair glow. "Frist of all, I can control light, and light is how we see things. So..." Suddenly A bight brust of light hit Pyro's eyes, blinding him. "Things arn't as they seem."
Flashes light hit around Angel's face giving her a eirre glow, but suddenly agian the world turned black.
Pyro had been standing still while Angel's show of power went on, but now it was his turn. He grinned,
"Yes, but your not the only one with lighting effects, sweet-heart!"
The lighter went open.
The flames came out.
Suddenly the entire platform was lit with Pryo's flame, but instead of finding a fighting Angel in the middle, he saw a little girl crouchded in the middle, hugging her knees, rocking back and forth.
"Angel?"
Angel looked up, burnt golden-hair hung in her face, Which was no longer beautiful. Dark scars eched across her face, from which her sunken blue eyes held tears,
"Please... just stop..." she sobbed. "Make it stop..."
The flames lessened.
The platform lowered.
And the light came back.
Angel slowly stood and walked over to Magneto, her face lowered to the ground, her hair hanging in her face.
"May I go, sir?" she asked softly.
Magneto nodded.
Long after Angel ran out of the room, Pyro stood there, mouth agape.
"Why- Why-" he stammered.
"Why does she look that way?" The Chinese girl, Rose stood. "Because of Humans..."
"How?"
"Angel came to a small town, after her powers had surfaced for over a year. She was doing okay untill she lost control of her Powers. The town became afraid, and wouldn't come near her."
"One day there was a fire at her house, but the firemen wouldn't come near her, so she burned." Rose's eyes narrowed. "Who knows how, but her powers allow her to hide the scars. But thanks to HUmans, She lost her parents, and her life, and any hope of living normal..."
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Pyro stared at the metal door in front of him. It was Angel's. He felt like he should apologize for scaring her, but should he inturupt whatever she was doing?
'I'm getting soft.' he thought as he knocked on th door.
It slowly opened, revealing a normal Angel. But now, as Pyro looked, he could see old scars underneath the soft glow of her powers.
"Yes?"
"Uh.. Can I come in?"
Angel nodded and opened the door the rest of the way, reavling a small room. Angel had made it look rather homey. White lace coverets, covered small metal dressers and nightstands. Her bed covers were white, as were the curtains on the window.
"Can I help you?" she asked looking at him.
"Uh.. yeah-" he started,
"Look if it's about the fire, just forget it. It's my fault, I made my-self look like a fool. I shouldn't have been scared. I mean, if we'er to be partners then I shouldn't be scared of your powers."
Pyro blinked out of his blank stare. He didn't expect such a strong comeback from her.
He grinned,
"Which completely explains your frowns for me this morning."
Angel raised an eyebrow,
"That, and you were flirting needlessly..."
Pyro gave one of his roguish grins and shrugged,
"Whatever you say, Miss Angel.."
Angel looked at her hands.
"It's Jena..."
"What?"
"My name is Jena... Jena Thompson." She looked up, "What's your name?"
"Pyro..." he said. Why was she asking, she already knew.
Angel shook her head, "No, what's your real name? What did your friends call you?"
'Friends?' Pryo's thoughts raced back to Xavier's School. Back to Rogue and Bobby...
"My friends called me John."
"Well then," Angel smiled sweetly, "Hello John."
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Back At Xavier's:
~Logan...~
Logan jumped as Charles Xavier's voice floated through his head, as he sat in his room one night.
"Ya know I hate that..." he mused more to himself than to anyone.
~Yes I know, but I need to see you in my office later. It's *very* inportant...~
"I'm comming..."
Once Logan had gotten into Xavier's Office it had gotten to be very late at night.
"I need a favor, Logan."
"Uh oh..." Logan sighed, "Not like I'm doing anything, whacha need?"
"I need you to go with me pick up a student... She's new, and very vulnerable at the moment."
"What's her name?"
"Her nick-name is Eliza, but I believe her name is Elizabeth."
"Believe? Why don't you just read her mind and find out?"
"I can't."
"Why?"
"She has the same powers I do... And she's just as strong."
Logan nodded, "I see..."
"Logan? When we go to get her, Don't be fooled by her outward apperance. She is very strong."
"Whatever you say, Professor."
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Elizabeth Jademen, Known as Eliza, sat, crouched into a little ball on the floor of her bedroom closet. Tears fell down a soot streacked face, as her eyes desperately looking for her parents, for her sister.
She looked very differant than other people, thanks to her mutation. First of all she was very small, only 3'9 and almost 14. Thick brown hair, with purple streaks, fell to right below her ears which were pointed outward and periced. Her eyes were catlike a slitted, brown with black slits. People had felt sorry for her, hated her, simply for her looks.
Two days ago, men from the town attacked her family's ranch. They were angery with her father James Jademen, a mutant trying to live a normal life. Her sister was a mutant as well, with the same ablity as her father, to telaport.
Eliza still couldn't believe that her father and sister wouldn't leave the house. That they wouldn't take her and her mother and go far away and never be bugged again.
"We have to take a stand sometime, sweetie." said her mother. "It might as well be now..."
'Why mum?' she thought trying to wipe her face, 'you not even one of us.'
"No powers.." she could still hear her Father's voice as the men started to attack the house. "We do this peacefuly."
Katy, Eliza's older sister, had pushed her into this closet. To hide her.
"You stay here. Okay Lizzy?"
She remebers as her parents and sisters left the house she wanted to run to them, to hug them, but staying in that closet may have saved her life.
Creak...
"Daddy? Mum? Katy?" she whispered.
Suddenly that doors opened and a man in a wheelchair rolled up. He was old maybe in his sixtes, with a bald head and percing blue eyes. Eliza was sure he could see right through her,
~Eliza?~ His voice raced through her mind, though she tried to stop it.
~Go away!~ She said angery.
~Eliza, we are here to help. I'm Charles Xavier and this is Logan. Let him help you.~
A large stocky man with side-burns and a leather jacket, came up and held down a hand,
~How do I know I can trust you?~ she thought out to him.
"You can't, kid." Logan said with a gruff smile.
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Okay long chappy! Well longest one I've written... Tell me how you like it! I rather like Eliza myself! I know I probably left some loose ends untied around this chap. But all will be explained next chapter, as well as what happened to Amy.
Tilly
This might be quiet a long chapter, so buckle you seat. (Remeber I said *might*) Now in the last chapter I said Amy would share a room with a girl named Olivia, that hadn't come to the school yet. Well I changed her name from Olivia to Eliza so... just to warn you.
Chapter Two: Changes in the Light
By Spicey Muffin
Pryo shifted uneasily in the metal seats Magneto had provided for him and the two other girls. Magneto paced back and forth in front of him, talking of some evil plan or another, he wasn't really listening.
He sighed and tried to look intrested, while flipping his lighter open and closed. The girl with the sliver-blonde hair, Angel peeked out of the corner of her eye at him. He grinned, and winked.
Angel frowned deeply and looked back to Magneto. Pryo rolled his eyes and turned to find himself face to face with an angery Magneto.
"What did I just say?" he asked softly.
Pyro shrugged, "Dunno."
Magneto frowned, and pulled Pyro up by his shirt, and pushed him up the steps in front of the room, to a metal Platform. He then turned on Angel, "Miss Angel?"
Angel walked up the steps and stood about three feet away from Pyro.
"Now, as I was saying before, You must learn each other's weaknesses and Streagths. For two reasons: one, it will make you better partners. And two, One day you might turn agaist each other."
Pyro laughed, "You want me to fight her?" He looked at Angel's small, petite form and how fragile she looked, and chuckled, "I'll hurt her."
Magneto shook his head, a small smile on his face, "We'll see... We'll see." He lifted up his hands, and the platform raised.
Angel smiled sweetly, her face the picture of inoccence. Pyro smiled roguishly,
"If I hurt you, I'm sorry." He lit his lighter, a ball of flame apearing in his hand.
"I say the same for you." she said smiling back.
"You may start..." Magneto's voice came from below.
Pyro was ready to send his flames out, when suddenly the entire place turned black.
"I have a unique gift." Angel said. A light shaft landed gently on her, making her sliver hair glow. "Frist of all, I can control light, and light is how we see things. So..." Suddenly A bight brust of light hit Pyro's eyes, blinding him. "Things arn't as they seem."
Flashes light hit around Angel's face giving her a eirre glow, but suddenly agian the world turned black.
Pyro had been standing still while Angel's show of power went on, but now it was his turn. He grinned,
"Yes, but your not the only one with lighting effects, sweet-heart!"
The lighter went open.
The flames came out.
Suddenly the entire platform was lit with Pryo's flame, but instead of finding a fighting Angel in the middle, he saw a little girl crouchded in the middle, hugging her knees, rocking back and forth.
"Angel?"
Angel looked up, burnt golden-hair hung in her face, Which was no longer beautiful. Dark scars eched across her face, from which her sunken blue eyes held tears,
"Please... just stop..." she sobbed. "Make it stop..."
The flames lessened.
The platform lowered.
And the light came back.
Angel slowly stood and walked over to Magneto, her face lowered to the ground, her hair hanging in her face.
"May I go, sir?" she asked softly.
Magneto nodded.
Long after Angel ran out of the room, Pyro stood there, mouth agape.
"Why- Why-" he stammered.
"Why does she look that way?" The Chinese girl, Rose stood. "Because of Humans..."
"How?"
"Angel came to a small town, after her powers had surfaced for over a year. She was doing okay untill she lost control of her Powers. The town became afraid, and wouldn't come near her."
"One day there was a fire at her house, but the firemen wouldn't come near her, so she burned." Rose's eyes narrowed. "Who knows how, but her powers allow her to hide the scars. But thanks to HUmans, She lost her parents, and her life, and any hope of living normal..."
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Pyro stared at the metal door in front of him. It was Angel's. He felt like he should apologize for scaring her, but should he inturupt whatever she was doing?
'I'm getting soft.' he thought as he knocked on th door.
It slowly opened, revealing a normal Angel. But now, as Pyro looked, he could see old scars underneath the soft glow of her powers.
"Yes?"
"Uh.. Can I come in?"
Angel nodded and opened the door the rest of the way, reavling a small room. Angel had made it look rather homey. White lace coverets, covered small metal dressers and nightstands. Her bed covers were white, as were the curtains on the window.
"Can I help you?" she asked looking at him.
"Uh.. yeah-" he started,
"Look if it's about the fire, just forget it. It's my fault, I made my-self look like a fool. I shouldn't have been scared. I mean, if we'er to be partners then I shouldn't be scared of your powers."
Pyro blinked out of his blank stare. He didn't expect such a strong comeback from her.
He grinned,
"Which completely explains your frowns for me this morning."
Angel raised an eyebrow,
"That, and you were flirting needlessly..."
Pyro gave one of his roguish grins and shrugged,
"Whatever you say, Miss Angel.."
Angel looked at her hands.
"It's Jena..."
"What?"
"My name is Jena... Jena Thompson." She looked up, "What's your name?"
"Pyro..." he said. Why was she asking, she already knew.
Angel shook her head, "No, what's your real name? What did your friends call you?"
'Friends?' Pryo's thoughts raced back to Xavier's School. Back to Rogue and Bobby...
"My friends called me John."
"Well then," Angel smiled sweetly, "Hello John."
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Back At Xavier's:
~Logan...~
Logan jumped as Charles Xavier's voice floated through his head, as he sat in his room one night.
"Ya know I hate that..." he mused more to himself than to anyone.
~Yes I know, but I need to see you in my office later. It's *very* inportant...~
"I'm comming..."
Once Logan had gotten into Xavier's Office it had gotten to be very late at night.
"I need a favor, Logan."
"Uh oh..." Logan sighed, "Not like I'm doing anything, whacha need?"
"I need you to go with me pick up a student... She's new, and very vulnerable at the moment."
"What's her name?"
"Her nick-name is Eliza, but I believe her name is Elizabeth."
"Believe? Why don't you just read her mind and find out?"
"I can't."
"Why?"
"She has the same powers I do... And she's just as strong."
Logan nodded, "I see..."
"Logan? When we go to get her, Don't be fooled by her outward apperance. She is very strong."
"Whatever you say, Professor."
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Elizabeth Jademen, Known as Eliza, sat, crouched into a little ball on the floor of her bedroom closet. Tears fell down a soot streacked face, as her eyes desperately looking for her parents, for her sister.
She looked very differant than other people, thanks to her mutation. First of all she was very small, only 3'9 and almost 14. Thick brown hair, with purple streaks, fell to right below her ears which were pointed outward and periced. Her eyes were catlike a slitted, brown with black slits. People had felt sorry for her, hated her, simply for her looks.
Two days ago, men from the town attacked her family's ranch. They were angery with her father James Jademen, a mutant trying to live a normal life. Her sister was a mutant as well, with the same ablity as her father, to telaport.
Eliza still couldn't believe that her father and sister wouldn't leave the house. That they wouldn't take her and her mother and go far away and never be bugged again.
"We have to take a stand sometime, sweetie." said her mother. "It might as well be now..."
'Why mum?' she thought trying to wipe her face, 'you not even one of us.'
"No powers.." she could still hear her Father's voice as the men started to attack the house. "We do this peacefuly."
Katy, Eliza's older sister, had pushed her into this closet. To hide her.
"You stay here. Okay Lizzy?"
She remebers as her parents and sisters left the house she wanted to run to them, to hug them, but staying in that closet may have saved her life.
Creak...
"Daddy? Mum? Katy?" she whispered.
Suddenly that doors opened and a man in a wheelchair rolled up. He was old maybe in his sixtes, with a bald head and percing blue eyes. Eliza was sure he could see right through her,
~Eliza?~ His voice raced through her mind, though she tried to stop it.
~Go away!~ She said angery.
~Eliza, we are here to help. I'm Charles Xavier and this is Logan. Let him help you.~
A large stocky man with side-burns and a leather jacket, came up and held down a hand,
~How do I know I can trust you?~ she thought out to him.
"You can't, kid." Logan said with a gruff smile.
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Okay long chappy! Well longest one I've written... Tell me how you like it! I rather like Eliza myself! I know I probably left some loose ends untied around this chap. But all will be explained next chapter, as well as what happened to Amy.
Tilly
