A new chapter *pats self on back*. 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. What if. *mischievous smile spreads across face* I kidnapped them *evil laughter* I shall own them forever *evil laughter again then mysterious hands chokes me* Alright, alright, I lied.
Destiny's POV
"Please live, please live," I chant over and over to myself. I can feel his heart slowly healing but not fast enough. I press harder on the wound, pouring all my strength into him.
"Step away from him," a male voice says behind me. It sounds like the voice in my head. I turn my face to the voice as tears roll down my cheeks. It belongs to a man with a bald head and wheelchair bound. A younger man with blue hair stands behind him.
"I cannot. He will die," I whisper so soft it is almost as if no sound escaped. "I did not mean to."
A door behind me opens and a boy with short curly blonde hair steps out into the hall a mere foot from me. "Whoa! What happened?" he asked the bald man. "Who's she?"
"Bobby, grab her!" the man orders.
Bobby wraps is arms around my waist, pinning my arms to my sides. The scalpel drops uselessly to the floor. I don't fight him. "Let me help him. Please?" I beg. "He'll die if you don't."
"How can you help Logan?" asks the man.
His name is Logan. Why does that sound so familiar to me? I wonder staring at the almost dead man before me. Why does he seem important to me? He doesn't look important.
"How can you help?" he repeats.
"I-I can heal-heal him," I stammer.
"Vhy should ve trust you?" the blue haired boy asks in a German accent.
"You have no choice if you want this man to live. And he is running out of time."
"Kurt, go get Jean," Baldy orders.
"If she is the doctor with long red hair she won't be able to help. I knocked her out," I inform them. I'm seriously getting annoyed. "Enough of this." Focusing on Bobby's shirt sleeve I start it on fire. He lets go of me flailing his arms. I start the rug in front of the other two on fire and rush to the man called Logan.
Pressing both my hands to his bloody chest I send all my energy into him. The hole in his heart heals instantly. Half a minute later, his chest is completely healed. Waving my hand, I extinguish the fires and pass out.
Normal POV
Logan's eyes snap open. What the hell happened? Then he remembered the small girl whom he'd never seen before and figured she was a new student. He had told her to get to class and she threw a scalpel at him. It had hit him in the heart. I should be dead and six feet under. But he wasn't, he felt good enough to run the triathlon. She had healed him.
"Logan, are you alright?" Xavier asked.
"Yeah, never better actually." He sat up the sheet falling from his chest. "The girl?"
"She is in my office, heavily guarded."
"Have you talked to her?"
"No. She passed out after she healed you," Xavier said. "I did look at her thoughts."
"What'd you find?"
"I found nothing between her second birthday and last night and nothing about herself. No birth date, name, parents' names, or any other information to help identify her. Her mind was heavily guarded for someone her age," Xavier said thoughtfully. "Neither Jean nor I could get passed her barrier to see the other things her mind possessed. She only allowed us to see what she wished us to see."
"You think she was experimented on?" Logan asked studying the professor's face. "By the same people who experimented on me?"
"Perhaps not by the same people however I do believe she was part of an experiment."
"I'm goin' talk to her," Logan said as he flung the sheets off himself and walked to the door.
"I don't think that is a good idea, Logan. She tried to kill you."
"If she wanted me dead she wouldn't have healed me, now would she, Chuck?" he asked shaking his head in disagreement. He left the room, not checking to see if Xavier was coming and made his way to the professor's office.
Disclaimer: I still don't own the X-Men. What if. *mischievous smile spreads across face* I kidnapped them *evil laughter* I shall own them forever *evil laughter again then mysterious hands chokes me* Alright, alright, I lied.
Destiny's POV
"Please live, please live," I chant over and over to myself. I can feel his heart slowly healing but not fast enough. I press harder on the wound, pouring all my strength into him.
"Step away from him," a male voice says behind me. It sounds like the voice in my head. I turn my face to the voice as tears roll down my cheeks. It belongs to a man with a bald head and wheelchair bound. A younger man with blue hair stands behind him.
"I cannot. He will die," I whisper so soft it is almost as if no sound escaped. "I did not mean to."
A door behind me opens and a boy with short curly blonde hair steps out into the hall a mere foot from me. "Whoa! What happened?" he asked the bald man. "Who's she?"
"Bobby, grab her!" the man orders.
Bobby wraps is arms around my waist, pinning my arms to my sides. The scalpel drops uselessly to the floor. I don't fight him. "Let me help him. Please?" I beg. "He'll die if you don't."
"How can you help Logan?" asks the man.
His name is Logan. Why does that sound so familiar to me? I wonder staring at the almost dead man before me. Why does he seem important to me? He doesn't look important.
"How can you help?" he repeats.
"I-I can heal-heal him," I stammer.
"Vhy should ve trust you?" the blue haired boy asks in a German accent.
"You have no choice if you want this man to live. And he is running out of time."
"Kurt, go get Jean," Baldy orders.
"If she is the doctor with long red hair she won't be able to help. I knocked her out," I inform them. I'm seriously getting annoyed. "Enough of this." Focusing on Bobby's shirt sleeve I start it on fire. He lets go of me flailing his arms. I start the rug in front of the other two on fire and rush to the man called Logan.
Pressing both my hands to his bloody chest I send all my energy into him. The hole in his heart heals instantly. Half a minute later, his chest is completely healed. Waving my hand, I extinguish the fires and pass out.
Normal POV
Logan's eyes snap open. What the hell happened? Then he remembered the small girl whom he'd never seen before and figured she was a new student. He had told her to get to class and she threw a scalpel at him. It had hit him in the heart. I should be dead and six feet under. But he wasn't, he felt good enough to run the triathlon. She had healed him.
"Logan, are you alright?" Xavier asked.
"Yeah, never better actually." He sat up the sheet falling from his chest. "The girl?"
"She is in my office, heavily guarded."
"Have you talked to her?"
"No. She passed out after she healed you," Xavier said. "I did look at her thoughts."
"What'd you find?"
"I found nothing between her second birthday and last night and nothing about herself. No birth date, name, parents' names, or any other information to help identify her. Her mind was heavily guarded for someone her age," Xavier said thoughtfully. "Neither Jean nor I could get passed her barrier to see the other things her mind possessed. She only allowed us to see what she wished us to see."
"You think she was experimented on?" Logan asked studying the professor's face. "By the same people who experimented on me?"
"Perhaps not by the same people however I do believe she was part of an experiment."
"I'm goin' talk to her," Logan said as he flung the sheets off himself and walked to the door.
"I don't think that is a good idea, Logan. She tried to kill you."
"If she wanted me dead she wouldn't have healed me, now would she, Chuck?" he asked shaking his head in disagreement. He left the room, not checking to see if Xavier was coming and made his way to the professor's office.