Notes: Thanks to all my reviewers again ^_^ they've really made my week; I wrote an original story a long time ago and it didn't get any reviews, so this means alot to me. Feel free to email me with suggestions, questions, comments or whatever at AishiyuriiKomojo@neo.rr.com (it's kinda hard to type, you may be best off copying and pasting). ON WITH STORY!
More Notes: I am sorry I have been MIA so much, but I'm back in action. ^_^ I've been inspired. Thanks to all of you who barraged me with emails to get my creative juices flowing again. You know who you are. ;) ON WITH STORY!
More More notes: I got a superhero RPG now, so, check it out, if ya can. ^^
http://pub117.ezboard.com/byoungsuperheroesrpg
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Chapter VII: Learn to Crawl
The next morning, Mr. Sun woke me up at about 7. He was so polite. I rolled over in my bed, as best I could with those darn wings getting in the way. I managed to get myself dressed (it took me almost an hour) and get into the wheelchair, and wheel myself out. If memory serves me correct, I think I had on a black tank top, yellow parachute cargos and my favorite pair of plaid Reeboks, and of course, I grabbed my purple shades on the way out.
I went down the hall, it was about 8:15 then. Remembering where Mr. Summers had told me the bathrooms were, that was my first stop. After taking off my shades, I began to brush my teeth and went through the regular morning routine, when I noticed something was not right. Not right at all. I blinked my good eye a few times, but it still looked funny. It was green. I mean, my eye! It was green!
My eyes were brown! My jaw went slack as I stared into the mirror. I didn't know whether to scream, or just....I didn't even know what my second option would be! Mrs. Grey-Summers (I remembered it again!) steped out of a shower stall just then and I stopped her before she went for her clothes.
"What's wrong with my eyes," I asked, pointing ominously at them. "Well, one is bandaged-"
"That's not what I mean. You know what I mean," I snapped rudely. I was not a morning person. Plus, I had just realized why I wasn't allowed to have a mirror. "Why is my eyes all freaky?" I was so literate and good with words back then. Was that just an oxymoron...?
She looked a little taken aback, but put a soft hand on my shoulder, presumably to reassure me. "It's probably just a part of your mutation," she informed me. "It's nothing to get upset about."
I calmed down a little then, and glared back at my reflection in the mirror. "I don't want to be a mutant," I grumbled and wheeled myself out of the bathroom, leaving her there.
I continued on to the stairs, where I stopped abruptly, realizing that you cannot proceed down a staircase in a wheelchair. So I sat there for a minute.
"Need some help, sugah?" The woman, who I later learned to be Rogue, lifted me up -in the wheelchair!- and fly me down the stairs. Yes, we flew. I almost had a heart attack. But I got down the stairs!
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After lunch (I skipped breakfast) I ended up outside on the porch, by myself. I rubbed my eye furiously, while I watched some of the other students playing in the yard. They were playing softball, or baseball, or something, but they all seemed to have a different power to use to get ahead of the others. I glanced over my shoulder at my wings absently, then turned my attention back to the kids.
"Madison?"
"Lulu."
"Lulu then," I recognized the voice as belonging to Paige. "Hank wants me to introduce you to Warren; you're supposed to be doing your physical therapy now."
"Physical therapy? For what?"
She pointed to the offending limbs. "Oh," I said, my wings twitching as I rubbed my eye. "I don't really want to now."
"Hank said it wasn't an option. Come on," she grabbed the handles, and steered the wheelchair back inside. I flinched and put my shades back on; a boy who had a heavenly glow went passed us and made my eyes hurt.
"So, who is this Warren guy," I asked. "He's the guy who's helping you with your wings."
Thank you, Captain Obvious. No, Captain Blonde.
"O-kaaaay," I said as we boarded the elevator. We rode it down in silence, until we reached out floor. Then she pushed me out, and down a cold, steel hall, the same one I had been on my way from the infirmary. We wheeled past it and came to a door. She turned me away from the door, most likely so I couldn't see her put the password in or something.
The door whooshed open, and she wheeled me in. It was a large, hollow room. Her footsteps echoed off the walls, well, if you could call them walls. The whole room was dome-shaped, and contained gymnastics equipment, tumbling mats and the like. I hoped I would not be doing that; I was a major klutz, despite my years in gymnastics....when I was 6.
I looked around, mouth slightly agap. It was huge, and round, and metal, and shiny....oooooh....
"I take it you've never been in this training room before," said manly voice.
THIS training room? As in more than one? "No, I haven't," I turned to face a tall, handsome, blonde, winged.....millionaire. Millionaire?
"Um....has anybody ever told you-"
"I look like Warren Worthington III," he finished. "That's because I AM Warren Worthington III." My eyebrows shot way up there as I stared at his wings. "You're going to help me," I asked quizzically.
"Yes, is there a problem," he stepped forward, nodding to Paige, who left shortly after. So now I was alone. In a shiny metal room. With a blonde millionaire angel. Any other female would be slobbering to have a chance like this. Any other female. Not I, said the little one-eyed mutant.
"No problem, I just didn't expect someone who owned half the world to help me learn not to fall on my ass."
He laughed and spread his wings. "Well put, but not exactly correct. You're going to learn to fly too."
Whee. I was so excited. Really. It was like somebody just gave me $550, a hot guy and an awesome car. No, really.
"I can't fly if I can't walk," I mumbled sourly.
"Exactly, which is why we teach you to walk first," he came over and hoisted me out of my chair by the arm. "Now, try to balance," he said, releasing my arm. I fell flat on my face.
This was going to be -fun-.
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Disclaimer: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME, I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THEM, THEY BELONG TO MARVEL. Had to get that in there so Marvel wouldn't sue me. Not like I've got any money anyways. ^^;; All the original characters belong to me (Frostbite, Negativity, Rift, Inferno, etc) and you can't use them unless you ask me first. So there. (AishiyuriiKomojo@neo.rr.com)
More Notes: I am sorry I have been MIA so much, but I'm back in action. ^_^ I've been inspired. Thanks to all of you who barraged me with emails to get my creative juices flowing again. You know who you are. ;) ON WITH STORY!
More More notes: I got a superhero RPG now, so, check it out, if ya can. ^^
http://pub117.ezboard.com/byoungsuperheroesrpg
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Chapter VII: Learn to Crawl
The next morning, Mr. Sun woke me up at about 7. He was so polite. I rolled over in my bed, as best I could with those darn wings getting in the way. I managed to get myself dressed (it took me almost an hour) and get into the wheelchair, and wheel myself out. If memory serves me correct, I think I had on a black tank top, yellow parachute cargos and my favorite pair of plaid Reeboks, and of course, I grabbed my purple shades on the way out.
I went down the hall, it was about 8:15 then. Remembering where Mr. Summers had told me the bathrooms were, that was my first stop. After taking off my shades, I began to brush my teeth and went through the regular morning routine, when I noticed something was not right. Not right at all. I blinked my good eye a few times, but it still looked funny. It was green. I mean, my eye! It was green!
My eyes were brown! My jaw went slack as I stared into the mirror. I didn't know whether to scream, or just....I didn't even know what my second option would be! Mrs. Grey-Summers (I remembered it again!) steped out of a shower stall just then and I stopped her before she went for her clothes.
"What's wrong with my eyes," I asked, pointing ominously at them. "Well, one is bandaged-"
"That's not what I mean. You know what I mean," I snapped rudely. I was not a morning person. Plus, I had just realized why I wasn't allowed to have a mirror. "Why is my eyes all freaky?" I was so literate and good with words back then. Was that just an oxymoron...?
She looked a little taken aback, but put a soft hand on my shoulder, presumably to reassure me. "It's probably just a part of your mutation," she informed me. "It's nothing to get upset about."
I calmed down a little then, and glared back at my reflection in the mirror. "I don't want to be a mutant," I grumbled and wheeled myself out of the bathroom, leaving her there.
I continued on to the stairs, where I stopped abruptly, realizing that you cannot proceed down a staircase in a wheelchair. So I sat there for a minute.
"Need some help, sugah?" The woman, who I later learned to be Rogue, lifted me up -in the wheelchair!- and fly me down the stairs. Yes, we flew. I almost had a heart attack. But I got down the stairs!
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After lunch (I skipped breakfast) I ended up outside on the porch, by myself. I rubbed my eye furiously, while I watched some of the other students playing in the yard. They were playing softball, or baseball, or something, but they all seemed to have a different power to use to get ahead of the others. I glanced over my shoulder at my wings absently, then turned my attention back to the kids.
"Madison?"
"Lulu."
"Lulu then," I recognized the voice as belonging to Paige. "Hank wants me to introduce you to Warren; you're supposed to be doing your physical therapy now."
"Physical therapy? For what?"
She pointed to the offending limbs. "Oh," I said, my wings twitching as I rubbed my eye. "I don't really want to now."
"Hank said it wasn't an option. Come on," she grabbed the handles, and steered the wheelchair back inside. I flinched and put my shades back on; a boy who had a heavenly glow went passed us and made my eyes hurt.
"So, who is this Warren guy," I asked. "He's the guy who's helping you with your wings."
Thank you, Captain Obvious. No, Captain Blonde.
"O-kaaaay," I said as we boarded the elevator. We rode it down in silence, until we reached out floor. Then she pushed me out, and down a cold, steel hall, the same one I had been on my way from the infirmary. We wheeled past it and came to a door. She turned me away from the door, most likely so I couldn't see her put the password in or something.
The door whooshed open, and she wheeled me in. It was a large, hollow room. Her footsteps echoed off the walls, well, if you could call them walls. The whole room was dome-shaped, and contained gymnastics equipment, tumbling mats and the like. I hoped I would not be doing that; I was a major klutz, despite my years in gymnastics....when I was 6.
I looked around, mouth slightly agap. It was huge, and round, and metal, and shiny....oooooh....
"I take it you've never been in this training room before," said manly voice.
THIS training room? As in more than one? "No, I haven't," I turned to face a tall, handsome, blonde, winged.....millionaire. Millionaire?
"Um....has anybody ever told you-"
"I look like Warren Worthington III," he finished. "That's because I AM Warren Worthington III." My eyebrows shot way up there as I stared at his wings. "You're going to help me," I asked quizzically.
"Yes, is there a problem," he stepped forward, nodding to Paige, who left shortly after. So now I was alone. In a shiny metal room. With a blonde millionaire angel. Any other female would be slobbering to have a chance like this. Any other female. Not I, said the little one-eyed mutant.
"No problem, I just didn't expect someone who owned half the world to help me learn not to fall on my ass."
He laughed and spread his wings. "Well put, but not exactly correct. You're going to learn to fly too."
Whee. I was so excited. Really. It was like somebody just gave me $550, a hot guy and an awesome car. No, really.
"I can't fly if I can't walk," I mumbled sourly.
"Exactly, which is why we teach you to walk first," he came over and hoisted me out of my chair by the arm. "Now, try to balance," he said, releasing my arm. I fell flat on my face.
This was going to be -fun-.
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Disclaimer: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME, I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THEM, THEY BELONG TO MARVEL. Had to get that in there so Marvel wouldn't sue me. Not like I've got any money anyways. ^^;; All the original characters belong to me (Frostbite, Negativity, Rift, Inferno, etc) and you can't use them unless you ask me first. So there. (AishiyuriiKomojo@neo.rr.com)