I have obeyed so here's a new chapter *pats self on back*. I have a new
story going up soon in the Angel area so look for that. It maybe a while
before I can update again 'cause of stupid school but I'll try.
Disclaimer: I still don't own the X-Men. Curses!
Destiny's POV
Slowly I open my eyes and sit up before their completely open. I hit my forehead on something. "Ow!" I growl putting my hands on my forehead. I am in some kind of bright tube. "A CAT scan machine," I remember, confused.
The bed moves out of the machine. A woman with red hair appears next to me with a tray of medical utensils. Spotting the needle, I start to panic. I don't understand why I panic just that something bad will happen if the needle is stuck in me. Rolling off the bed, I pluck a scalpel off the tray. I stand behind her, holding the sharp object to her throat. "Where am I? What is that stuff you were going to put in me?" I ask not knowing why I chose to ask that last question.
"Put the scalpel down and I'll tell you everything you what to know that I can," she says.
"Liar!" I hiss under my breath and knock her out with my free hand. She slumps into a heap on the floor. Stepping over her, I run to the metal doors. They swoosh open into a room with black suits hanging in see-through closets. Sweatshirts and sweatpants lay folded in drawers. Grabbing a sweatshirt, I pull it on over my thin cotton, mud covered shirt and shorts. It went down to my knees. With the scalpel still clenched in my hand, I run out another door and down a long corridor.
~ Over here! ~ a voice whispers and the wall slides to reveal a small room with no other way out. ~ Over here! ~ it says again from inside the room but there is no one there.
~There she is! Stop her! ~ a different voice shouts down the hall.
Trusting the first voice, I enter the room and the door closes behind me. I pound on the door with my fists, panicking again. "Let me out!" I yell to no avail. The room is no room but an elevator and it takes me upward. When it stops, the door opens.
~ She's this way! ~ a third voice shouts.
~ Over here! ~ the first voice says again.
I hide behind a large pole as a group of teenagers walk by. I watch them stride down the hall and out a door. All along the way they talk excitedly about something called the Danger Room.
"Hey! You're supposed to be in class," a man says behind me in gruff tone.
Without thinking I turn and throw the scalpel aiming at the heart. It hits dead center, literally. The man looks at the object embedded in his chest with a surprised look on his face. He glances at me before he sinks to his knees and fall onto his back.
"Oh, Goddess, no," I whisper. "What have I done?" Kneeling beside him, I pull the scalpel out. Blood gushes from the wound so I place my hand over the wound to stop the flow. "So much blood," I murmur. "Please don't die. Please!"
Normal POV
Whistling to himself, Kurt Wagner strolled happily down the hall. He'd finally gathered enough courage to ask Kitty Pride out and she said yes. He heard a muffled cry and walked faster in the direction of the sound. Turning the corner, he froze. A beautiful girl with long black hair to her waist and pale skin was sitting next to someone with her right hand on his chest. In her left hand was a bloodstained knife. He teleported to Professor Xavier's office.
"Professor, komm mit. It is an emergency," Kurt said slightly panicky.
Xavier took a deep breath to slow his heart after Kurt startled him. "Kurt, calm down and tell me what is wrong."
"Ein Mächen. In the hall. Outside chem. room. Mit a bloody knife."
"Take me." In that instant, Xavier knew who that the girl was. He gripped his wheelchair in one hand and Kurt's shoulder in the other. Kurt teleported them to his mystery girl with the bloody knife.
Destiny's POV
Slowly I open my eyes and sit up before their completely open. I hit my forehead on something. "Ow!" I growl putting my hands on my forehead. I am in some kind of bright tube. "A CAT scan machine," I remember, confused.
The bed moves out of the machine. A woman with red hair appears next to me with a tray of medical utensils. Spotting the needle, I start to panic. I don't understand why I panic just that something bad will happen if the needle is stuck in me. Rolling off the bed, I pluck a scalpel off the tray. I stand behind her, holding the sharp object to her throat. "Where am I? What is that stuff you were going to put in me?" I ask not knowing why I chose to ask that last question.
"Put the scalpel down and I'll tell you everything you what to know that I can," she says.
"Liar!" I hiss under my breath and knock her out with my free hand. She slumps into a heap on the floor. Stepping over her, I run to the metal doors. They swoosh open into a room with black suits hanging in see-through closets. Sweatshirts and sweatpants lay folded in drawers. Grabbing a sweatshirt, I pull it on over my thin cotton, mud covered shirt and shorts. It went down to my knees. With the scalpel still clenched in my hand, I run out another door and down a long corridor.
~ Over here! ~ a voice whispers and the wall slides to reveal a small room with no other way out. ~ Over here! ~ it says again from inside the room but there is no one there.
~There she is! Stop her! ~ a different voice shouts down the hall.
Trusting the first voice, I enter the room and the door closes behind me. I pound on the door with my fists, panicking again. "Let me out!" I yell to no avail. The room is no room but an elevator and it takes me upward. When it stops, the door opens.
~ She's this way! ~ a third voice shouts.
~ Over here! ~ the first voice says again.
I hide behind a large pole as a group of teenagers walk by. I watch them stride down the hall and out a door. All along the way they talk excitedly about something called the Danger Room.
"Hey! You're supposed to be in class," a man says behind me in gruff tone.
Without thinking I turn and throw the scalpel aiming at the heart. It hits dead center, literally. The man looks at the object embedded in his chest with a surprised look on his face. He glances at me before he sinks to his knees and fall onto his back.
"Oh, Goddess, no," I whisper. "What have I done?" Kneeling beside him, I pull the scalpel out. Blood gushes from the wound so I place my hand over the wound to stop the flow. "So much blood," I murmur. "Please don't die. Please!"
Normal POV
Whistling to himself, Kurt Wagner strolled happily down the hall. He'd finally gathered enough courage to ask Kitty Pride out and she said yes. He heard a muffled cry and walked faster in the direction of the sound. Turning the corner, he froze. A beautiful girl with long black hair to her waist and pale skin was sitting next to someone with her right hand on his chest. In her left hand was a bloodstained knife. He teleported to Professor Xavier's office.
"Professor, komm mit. It is an emergency," Kurt said slightly panicky.
Xavier took a deep breath to slow his heart after Kurt startled him. "Kurt, calm down and tell me what is wrong."
"Ein Mächen. In the hall. Outside chem. room. Mit a bloody knife."
"Take me." In that instant, Xavier knew who that the girl was. He gripped his wheelchair in one hand and Kurt's shoulder in the other. Kurt teleported them to his mystery girl with the bloody knife.