An hour and a half later Samara exited the files and took a deep breath. "Senses over load." She whispered. She knew everything about the X-Men, their powers, their history, their fears…she even knew about various other mutants. She was smiling inwardly that she wasn't in the data base. Samara looked over at her clock and saw that it was 4 AM. She got up and stumbled over to her bed. She let out a yawn and fell to the bed, sleep taking her over.
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Logan was pacing around in the Professor's study, annoying all of the current occupants. "Logan will you desist?" Hank asked. Logan looked at him and sopped moving.
"I can't! Why can't I go after her?!" He asked.
"Because it's dangerous. We don't know much about her. The only things about her that you know come from some weird deja-vou experience. We know nothing." Xavier said. Scott shifted in his seat, obviously still guilty from before. Jean noticed and twitched. She definitely didn't feel sorry for him. Scott leaned his head against the arm of his char and sighed. 'She's beautiful. Those eyes, her skin…her eyes are what did it.' Scott thought. He looked at the Prof. who was rambling about how she shouldn't be taken lightly. 'Maybe I can get her to come to the institute…maybe.' Scott wished. Jean scoffed.
'If you like her so much go find her and stop your bitching! You know what, just leave!' Jean screamed mentally. Scott glared at her.
'Just because Duncan's cheating on you doesn't mean you can be a bitch!' Scott shot back. Jean gasped.
"He is NOT cheating on me!" Jean screamed. Everyone looked at her.
"Yes he is! He got with Jubes before she had to leave!" Scott said with a smirk. Rogue had a weird glint in her eye. (Naughty Rogue! LOL using Mystiques power for the greater evil!) Jean was rambling but Scott tuned it out. He could only think about her.
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Samara groaned and rolled over. She sent her alarm clock into a wall to silence it. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She got out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. At one point during the night she changed into some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. She made some Coffey and grabbed a pop tart. She walked into her living room and sat down on the couch. She turned on the news and began attacking the pop tart wrapper. When she got it open the news anchor was talking about another mutant protest.
"Early this morning about 200 people started a protest outside of the Mayor's home." The man said. A camera flashed to a sign saying all mutants should burn in hell. Samara looked at the TV with a look of disgust plastered on her face. The camera cut back to the reporter.
"We are here with one of the protest starters, Mitch Smith. Mitch, tell us what you're going to do next." The reporter said.
"Well, we got ourselves a mutie here, so we're gonna show everyone not to mess with humans! DOWN WITH MUTANTS!" Mitch screamed. The camera cut to a man tied to a pole with fire wood around him. A look of fear was plastered on his face.
"Oh my god…" Samara whispered. She got up and pulled on her outfit from the night before and shadow melded onto a tree branch near the scene. She jumped down and began pushing her way through the crowd. She stopped in front of the man.
"Warren!" Samara screamed trying to be louder then everyone else. Warren looked at her with a look of pleading on his face. A man lit a match and dropped it on the wood. The wood caught fire and began to spread around Warren. Samara jumped over the fire and grabbed Warren. She phased him off the pole and dragged him back under the tree's shade.
"There's another mutie! Get her!" A woman screamed. Someone threw a rock at Samara and it hit her in the forehead. She stumbled back and rested upon the tree. Someone plunged a knife into her stomach and then stabbed her in the shoulder. Warren grabbed her and began flying. Gun shots rang out across the skies as Warren flew Samara to safety.
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Scott watched the news with utter disbelief. His girl was on the TV saving Angel, getting stabbed in the mean time. Kitty sat with him and gasped.
"Like, she's totally helping him out! Maybe she isn't as bad as we thought!" Kitty squealed. Scott nodded. He saw Warren take off and fly in the general direction of the institute. Scott jumped up and ran to tell the Professor.
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Samara was loosing a lot of blood. Warren flew faster to the institute. He flew through an open window and landed on the ground. Hank was their waiting with a stretcher, Scott and the Prof. by his side. Scott's eyes widened as he saw Samara bloodied and bruised. Warren placed her on the stretcher.
"We must hurry; she's lost a lot of blood. Kitty came running up to Scott. Warren winced a little. Hank ran the stretcher to the Med Lab.
"You think she'll be OK?" Kitty asked Scott. He shrugged. He walked after Hank, and Kitty followed. She had not forgotten what she did to her, but she didn't mind. She could have done a lot worse. Like what she did to Kurt. Now THAT was painful. Kurt has a broken arm and 3 broken ribs. He got a concussion. Badness. Kitty bopped along after Scott through the Med Lab door. Hank stopped them both.
"You two need to go away. Your presence is not needed. I'm afraid you'll only make the situation worsen." Hank said. Kitty shrugged and skipped off. Scott gave Hank a look.
"Nothing will happen to her, Scott. I assure you." Hank said. Scott sighed and walked away. Frankly Hank didn't even know why he cared, she did knock him out. Hank bandaged and cleaned Samara up and took out a needle. He stuck her in the arm and took some blood. He cleaned the puncture and put a band aid on it. Hank walked out of the Med Lab to his Lab. He put the blood into a vile and put a sample in a peachry dish. He placed it into a computer to run some tests. He turned on the machine and placed another sample under a telescope. Hank looked at it and saw nothing abnormal. The computer beeped and Hank picked up the test results. His eyes scanned the paper. He pushed his glasses up his nose.
"Oh my…" He said.
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