**DISCLAIMER** As much as I would like to own Logan and all other X-men
::bursts out crying:: BUT I DON'T OWN THEM!!!! Although I do own my created
character LAYLA!!!! ::dances around happily::
"Notice every experiment we conduct the subjects seem to get younger and younger." commented a woman holding a clipboard. She wore a black skirt and over that was a white lab coat hiding the color of her shirt. She had tan skin anyone woman would probably kill for, entrancing green eyes and long wavy brown hair held back from her face by a black clip. She was peering into a tank holding a young girl about seven wearing a black tank top and black underwear. Black hair was swimming around her, wide blue eyes looked around constantly and a mask was over her mouth.
"And the reason for that is because when they're adults they have more strength and for mutants, powers have already manifested themselves. But if we were to get them while they're still young with no powers or any type of physical strength its easy pickings." stated an old man typing a few keys next to the tank. He too wore a lab coat but it was open revealing a pair of black slacks and a red turtle neck shirt. The light reflected off of his head to reveal not a single strand of hair but pale yet slightly tan skin and you couldn't tell what color his eyes were for he wore one-way glasses. From behind him came two young men pushing in a cage holding a pure white tiger with green eyes that was eyeing everyone in the room. The cage was then lifted into the area, causing the tiger to roar out but it did not help as the cage was heading towards an identical tank next to the one holding a young girl. Before anyone could blink the tiger was dropped into the tank and a black mask was on its face.
"Good point if I do say so myself." She looked from tank to tank but her eyes lingered on the young girl's eyes. The woman saw complete and utter loathing for the two people in front of her but the woman could also see fear radiating in her eyes too. Pity seemed to enter the woman's eyes and hopefulness slowly filled the girl's eyes.
"I think it's time to begin don't you agree?" inquired the old man. The woman bowed her head and nodded her head never noticing the child's eyes widen to unimaginable size. The old man turned back to the computer board and both tanks were covered in a metal sheet blocking out the world to both the tiger and the young girl. The man pushed one last button and muffled roars and screams filled the lab.
I sat up abruptly but soon I regretted it as pain shot throughout my entire body. I looked down at myself and realized that I was now wearing a pair of clean black shorts; black tank top, a pair of new black and white sneakers and all my wounds were dressed. Where the hell am I!!!!!!
I slowly slid off the bed and held tightly onto the headboard when I realized my legs were asleep. When I finally got my legs to work I walked towards a large metal door with an "X" on it that just screamed, 'I'M A DOOR!!!'. When I reached the other side of the room the door slid open to reveal panels upon panels of metal and at least five or six additional large doors. As I walked down the hall I couldn't help but let my hand trail lazily across the metal that was cold to the touch. I stumbled backwards when part of the wall opened up to reveal a well lit, small carpeted room. Whoever lives in this place sure does know how to hide elevators.
I stepped in and right when I turned around the door closed and I could feel as the elevator began to move up. It wasn't long before the doors opened again and I was confronted with the completely opposite of what I saw before. I stepped out to enter a hall made completely of wood. Up and down the hall on the wall in front of me were windows draped with red velvet curtains and paintings ranging from Leonardo de Vinci to Claude Monet to artists never even heard of. On the side I was standing there were double doors with intricate designs and brass door knobs, plush chairs, and tables holding potted plants and lamps. I took my chances and turned right and I began exploring the hall. I stopped at a corner that lead up a staircase that looked to go up at least two or three levels.
"Man you look too old to be a student. Are you a new teacher or something lady?" I turned sharply around and stumbled back a bit when I realized how close the person was. It was a young man with curly brownish, blonde hair down to his ears, soft blue eyes that screamed innocence and a pale tan complexion. He was wearing a royal blue shirt with a single strip of white on the sleeves and collar, black jeans and blue sneakers. I slowly stepped away from him but as I did I got into a fighting stance. "I'm sorry ma'am for that comment. My name is Bobby Drake and I'm a student here."
"What?" My body suddenly went very still and my hands dropped to my sides. I'm sure if this Bobby boy was close enough he would've saw my eyes bleed to a pure silver color and gold specks around the pupils. I felt my canines grow to the point where they were peeking from under my lip and if I wasn't careful I would hurt myself.
"John don't!!!" Warning went unheard because I already had a hold on the new person's arm and was flipping him over my shoulder. I extended his arm to the point where I knew it was really hurting him. I looked down and saw a young man with short dirty blood hair in a boyish cut, misty blue eyes and a tan complexion. He wore a black shirt with blue flames rising on the sleeves, black jeans and black sneakers. At this moment it felt like I didn't have any control over my behind because in the next minute I had raised my hand right above John's face and my nails grew to two inches.
"DIE!!" I brought my hand down towards his face but before it could make contact my hand stopped for some reason.
"Layla." That was the last thing I heard before my world once again went black. Ok most people think that when you go unconscious that it's supposed to be scary. Well I speak from experience when I say that it's not scary, it's more comforting then anything. It's probably just as comforting as a mother hugging her child; well that's what I think it probably feels like. "Layla you can wake up now."
My eyes snapped open and I came face to face with two people. There was an old man between maybe thirty and forty sitting in a wheelchair. He had no hair anywhere on his head except for his eyebrows, blue eyes that screamed 'I know something you don't know', a slightly pale complexion and he was wearing a brown suit with a white dress shirt, a black tie and black shoes.
At his side was a woman with blood red hair that almost looked black pulled into a ponytail, dark brown eyes and a pale tan complexion. She wore a red long sleeved turtle neck shirt, black knee length skirt, a thigh length lab coat and black heels. What really got to me was the fact the woman's hand was raised towards me and she had a look of concentration on her face.
"Who the hell are you people? Why the hell can't I move?!?!" My voice was going a little deeper then I wanted it and I knew if I didn't get any answers soon I was going to hurt someone as soon as I was let down. I looked into the eyes of the new people and I could tell they knew what could possibly happen.
"John. Bobby. I think you two should go ahead and head to the recreational room. Marie and Jubilee are looking for you two." Suggested the man. I felt movement behind me and I knew the two boys had already left.
"I want answers, NOW!" I was starting to feel a little neglected here. And believe me when I say, I don't like being ignored!!! The man nodded towards the woman at his side and with that she slowly brought her hand down and in the process I was gaining control of my body again.
"I'm sorry for this but you must understand you were going to hurt one of my students. I am Professor Charles Xavier and this is Dr. Jean Grey." When Xavier introduced Jean she stuck her hand out towards me as if to shake my hand. I smirked slightly but I knew my eyes had the do-you-really-want-your- hand-tore-off look in them. She pulled her hand away and stood there quietly. "One of the students found you on the doorstep and brought you to Jean who fixed you up. With your extension of wounds we thought you may've been out for at least three days. If you will follow us we will try to answer any questions you have."
Xavier turned around and headed for a set of doors that practically blended into the wall. If I didn't see the door knobs I would've continued to think it was a wall. Jean was at my side, well it was more like between Wheels and I and she was closer to him. Guess she's scared that I may try to hurt one of them. Smart girl.
The doors opened to reveal an office with two windows and a desk sitting in front of the farthest window. There were three shelves filled with books, small globes and what not. Around the desk were four chairs and two of them were occupied.
To the left, was a guy who looked a few years older than me. He had short reddish brown in a boyish cut, a tan complexion and he wore a pair of one- way red shades. He wore a long red button up sleeve shirt, blue jeans held up by a brown belt and black boots.
To the right, was an African America woman that looked to be between mine and the new guy's age. She had mid back length white hair pulled into a neck ponytail, a golden brown complexion and dark brown eyes. She wore a skin tight short sleeve white shirt, black leather pants, a chain belt and black boots with a one-inch heel.
"I would like to introduce Scott Summers, are auto mechanic teacher and Ororo Monroe, our history teacher." Xavier said moving around the desk so he would be facing everyone. Jean headed towards Scott and he took her hand lightly into his. Awww, Scottie boy and Jeanie girl are in love. How sweet...not!
"That's nice and all but what does that have to do with me? Oh sure, you took me in but it's not like I'm going to be here long enough to actually care what their names are, right?" I took a chair on the other side of Ororo and leaned back propping my feet on the desk.
"You know attitude wise she reminds me of Logan." I caught Scott whisper to the two women and Jean elbowed him in the stomach. "Ouch."
Wonder who this Logan character is. Oh well it doesn't really matter anyway as long as he stays the hell away from me.
"Layla I want you to stay here so you can learn to control your powers. In time I hope you'll be able to go out in the world and live a normal life." Yeah sure, me live a normal life. That is completely impossible. I formed a ball of electricity in my hand and was tossing it up and down in the air. After a few minutes I gripped the ball in my hand and it formed into a stallion that galloped around my palm. I can never live a normal life.
"I really don't need anymore training. I've hand enough of it already." I cursed slightly when I noticed my voice had dropped almost below a whisper. Damn doctors...
"Layla you're probably right about not needing anymore practice but you still need to heal completely. We already have a room arranged for you and because you and I are the same height I'm leading you some of my clothes. When you're settled in we'll take you shopping." Ororo placed a hand on my shoulder and once again I couldn't help but go completely still. The lightening horse reared up and vanished.
"Listen if you don't want to lose that hand then I suggest you move it." I felt the three teachers at my back and sides take a few steps away. Once again I felt my canines were just slightly overlapping my bottom lip but before anything else could happen to me I willed whatever changes had already occurred away. I looked around the room to see if anyone saw me. Well of course the three behind me wouldn't see what happened but that damned professor was sitting behind his desk smirking. Maybe I should've continued walking and waited until I was hit by a car...
"Ororo can you please take Layla to her room. You know which room I mean?" When I saw her nod she walked around her chair and walked towards the door. I sent Xavier a glare but I reluctantly followed after her, but I stopped and turned around to stare directly at Scott.
* "Let her go you jerks!!" shouted a young boy no more than eight. He had short, disheveled brown hair, brown eyes and a tan complexion. But his complexion wasn't completely tan at the moment for he had bruises all over his face as if he was hit. His striped black and white shirt was torn at the sleeves and his blue jeans and sneakers were covered in mud. Holding the kid was a big man in his late thirties wearing the customary black suit and matching accessories. He had slightly spiked dirty blonde hair, green gray eyes and a golden brown complexion.
A few feet in front of the two of them was another man in the customary black suit but he had a scratch on his dark brown complexion face going from his right brown eye across his nose and stopping at the corner of his mouth. His shoulder blade length black hair was pulled into a neck ponytail but there were a few patches sitting out here and there. He had a young girl with black hair held in pigtails by red ribbons and didn't look more than six. Her blue eyes were narrowed and her face was scrunched up in pure rage. Her red shirt was practically torn in half draping over her black shorts, her legs were bleeding slightly but the blood was slowly dripping down and vanishing into her black and white tennis shoes.
"Yeah let me go you jerk!!!!" The girl kicked her legs out and was rewarded when her heel hit the shin of the guy who was holding her. His grip faltered but it wasn't enough for her to actually slip through. "What do you want from us?" growled out the young boy. He clinched and unclenched his fists and tried to get away from his capturer but like the little girl, he couldn't get free either.
"Who ever said we wanted both of you? Our boss sent us here to get the girl. The boy just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time kid." Stated the man holding the girl. Both kids' eyes widened to unimaginable sizes and they fought even harder to get loose. The young boy stepped on his capturer's foot and elbowed him in the gut. The grip was loose enough for the boy to slip through and when he did he would've rushed at the girl's capturer but the man holding her pulled out a gun and held it to the her head.
"Now be a good little boy and don't do anything stupid or we're going to have to hurt the girl." That stopped the boy completely in his tracks. The girl looked completely shaken as she watched the other man get back up and put the kid in a headlock. "Now if you will excuse us, we have someplace we have to be. Say goodbye kid." The man holding the girl picked her up and held her under his arms like a sack of potatos and when the boy tried to go after them once again the other muscle man hit him on the back of the head knocking him out cold.
The last thing that flowed from his mouth was, "Layla." *
I shook my head trying to clear it of that vision and when I could finally focus on anything I realized everyone was staring at me once again, but this time out of worry. I bowed my head and growled as a warning for everyone not to ask me any questions or they would regret the day that they decided to take me into their home.
"We can leave now Oreo. I hope I don't run into any of you guys today. So long Wheels, Jeanie, Four Eyes." I walked past Jean and Scott and right before I left the room completely I heard, "Her and Logan would be perfect for each other," and another muffled "OW" come from Scott's direction.
"Notice every experiment we conduct the subjects seem to get younger and younger." commented a woman holding a clipboard. She wore a black skirt and over that was a white lab coat hiding the color of her shirt. She had tan skin anyone woman would probably kill for, entrancing green eyes and long wavy brown hair held back from her face by a black clip. She was peering into a tank holding a young girl about seven wearing a black tank top and black underwear. Black hair was swimming around her, wide blue eyes looked around constantly and a mask was over her mouth.
"And the reason for that is because when they're adults they have more strength and for mutants, powers have already manifested themselves. But if we were to get them while they're still young with no powers or any type of physical strength its easy pickings." stated an old man typing a few keys next to the tank. He too wore a lab coat but it was open revealing a pair of black slacks and a red turtle neck shirt. The light reflected off of his head to reveal not a single strand of hair but pale yet slightly tan skin and you couldn't tell what color his eyes were for he wore one-way glasses. From behind him came two young men pushing in a cage holding a pure white tiger with green eyes that was eyeing everyone in the room. The cage was then lifted into the area, causing the tiger to roar out but it did not help as the cage was heading towards an identical tank next to the one holding a young girl. Before anyone could blink the tiger was dropped into the tank and a black mask was on its face.
"Good point if I do say so myself." She looked from tank to tank but her eyes lingered on the young girl's eyes. The woman saw complete and utter loathing for the two people in front of her but the woman could also see fear radiating in her eyes too. Pity seemed to enter the woman's eyes and hopefulness slowly filled the girl's eyes.
"I think it's time to begin don't you agree?" inquired the old man. The woman bowed her head and nodded her head never noticing the child's eyes widen to unimaginable size. The old man turned back to the computer board and both tanks were covered in a metal sheet blocking out the world to both the tiger and the young girl. The man pushed one last button and muffled roars and screams filled the lab.
I sat up abruptly but soon I regretted it as pain shot throughout my entire body. I looked down at myself and realized that I was now wearing a pair of clean black shorts; black tank top, a pair of new black and white sneakers and all my wounds were dressed. Where the hell am I!!!!!!
I slowly slid off the bed and held tightly onto the headboard when I realized my legs were asleep. When I finally got my legs to work I walked towards a large metal door with an "X" on it that just screamed, 'I'M A DOOR!!!'. When I reached the other side of the room the door slid open to reveal panels upon panels of metal and at least five or six additional large doors. As I walked down the hall I couldn't help but let my hand trail lazily across the metal that was cold to the touch. I stumbled backwards when part of the wall opened up to reveal a well lit, small carpeted room. Whoever lives in this place sure does know how to hide elevators.
I stepped in and right when I turned around the door closed and I could feel as the elevator began to move up. It wasn't long before the doors opened again and I was confronted with the completely opposite of what I saw before. I stepped out to enter a hall made completely of wood. Up and down the hall on the wall in front of me were windows draped with red velvet curtains and paintings ranging from Leonardo de Vinci to Claude Monet to artists never even heard of. On the side I was standing there were double doors with intricate designs and brass door knobs, plush chairs, and tables holding potted plants and lamps. I took my chances and turned right and I began exploring the hall. I stopped at a corner that lead up a staircase that looked to go up at least two or three levels.
"Man you look too old to be a student. Are you a new teacher or something lady?" I turned sharply around and stumbled back a bit when I realized how close the person was. It was a young man with curly brownish, blonde hair down to his ears, soft blue eyes that screamed innocence and a pale tan complexion. He was wearing a royal blue shirt with a single strip of white on the sleeves and collar, black jeans and blue sneakers. I slowly stepped away from him but as I did I got into a fighting stance. "I'm sorry ma'am for that comment. My name is Bobby Drake and I'm a student here."
"What?" My body suddenly went very still and my hands dropped to my sides. I'm sure if this Bobby boy was close enough he would've saw my eyes bleed to a pure silver color and gold specks around the pupils. I felt my canines grow to the point where they were peeking from under my lip and if I wasn't careful I would hurt myself.
"John don't!!!" Warning went unheard because I already had a hold on the new person's arm and was flipping him over my shoulder. I extended his arm to the point where I knew it was really hurting him. I looked down and saw a young man with short dirty blood hair in a boyish cut, misty blue eyes and a tan complexion. He wore a black shirt with blue flames rising on the sleeves, black jeans and black sneakers. At this moment it felt like I didn't have any control over my behind because in the next minute I had raised my hand right above John's face and my nails grew to two inches.
"DIE!!" I brought my hand down towards his face but before it could make contact my hand stopped for some reason.
"Layla." That was the last thing I heard before my world once again went black. Ok most people think that when you go unconscious that it's supposed to be scary. Well I speak from experience when I say that it's not scary, it's more comforting then anything. It's probably just as comforting as a mother hugging her child; well that's what I think it probably feels like. "Layla you can wake up now."
My eyes snapped open and I came face to face with two people. There was an old man between maybe thirty and forty sitting in a wheelchair. He had no hair anywhere on his head except for his eyebrows, blue eyes that screamed 'I know something you don't know', a slightly pale complexion and he was wearing a brown suit with a white dress shirt, a black tie and black shoes.
At his side was a woman with blood red hair that almost looked black pulled into a ponytail, dark brown eyes and a pale tan complexion. She wore a red long sleeved turtle neck shirt, black knee length skirt, a thigh length lab coat and black heels. What really got to me was the fact the woman's hand was raised towards me and she had a look of concentration on her face.
"Who the hell are you people? Why the hell can't I move?!?!" My voice was going a little deeper then I wanted it and I knew if I didn't get any answers soon I was going to hurt someone as soon as I was let down. I looked into the eyes of the new people and I could tell they knew what could possibly happen.
"John. Bobby. I think you two should go ahead and head to the recreational room. Marie and Jubilee are looking for you two." Suggested the man. I felt movement behind me and I knew the two boys had already left.
"I want answers, NOW!" I was starting to feel a little neglected here. And believe me when I say, I don't like being ignored!!! The man nodded towards the woman at his side and with that she slowly brought her hand down and in the process I was gaining control of my body again.
"I'm sorry for this but you must understand you were going to hurt one of my students. I am Professor Charles Xavier and this is Dr. Jean Grey." When Xavier introduced Jean she stuck her hand out towards me as if to shake my hand. I smirked slightly but I knew my eyes had the do-you-really-want-your- hand-tore-off look in them. She pulled her hand away and stood there quietly. "One of the students found you on the doorstep and brought you to Jean who fixed you up. With your extension of wounds we thought you may've been out for at least three days. If you will follow us we will try to answer any questions you have."
Xavier turned around and headed for a set of doors that practically blended into the wall. If I didn't see the door knobs I would've continued to think it was a wall. Jean was at my side, well it was more like between Wheels and I and she was closer to him. Guess she's scared that I may try to hurt one of them. Smart girl.
The doors opened to reveal an office with two windows and a desk sitting in front of the farthest window. There were three shelves filled with books, small globes and what not. Around the desk were four chairs and two of them were occupied.
To the left, was a guy who looked a few years older than me. He had short reddish brown in a boyish cut, a tan complexion and he wore a pair of one- way red shades. He wore a long red button up sleeve shirt, blue jeans held up by a brown belt and black boots.
To the right, was an African America woman that looked to be between mine and the new guy's age. She had mid back length white hair pulled into a neck ponytail, a golden brown complexion and dark brown eyes. She wore a skin tight short sleeve white shirt, black leather pants, a chain belt and black boots with a one-inch heel.
"I would like to introduce Scott Summers, are auto mechanic teacher and Ororo Monroe, our history teacher." Xavier said moving around the desk so he would be facing everyone. Jean headed towards Scott and he took her hand lightly into his. Awww, Scottie boy and Jeanie girl are in love. How sweet...not!
"That's nice and all but what does that have to do with me? Oh sure, you took me in but it's not like I'm going to be here long enough to actually care what their names are, right?" I took a chair on the other side of Ororo and leaned back propping my feet on the desk.
"You know attitude wise she reminds me of Logan." I caught Scott whisper to the two women and Jean elbowed him in the stomach. "Ouch."
Wonder who this Logan character is. Oh well it doesn't really matter anyway as long as he stays the hell away from me.
"Layla I want you to stay here so you can learn to control your powers. In time I hope you'll be able to go out in the world and live a normal life." Yeah sure, me live a normal life. That is completely impossible. I formed a ball of electricity in my hand and was tossing it up and down in the air. After a few minutes I gripped the ball in my hand and it formed into a stallion that galloped around my palm. I can never live a normal life.
"I really don't need anymore training. I've hand enough of it already." I cursed slightly when I noticed my voice had dropped almost below a whisper. Damn doctors...
"Layla you're probably right about not needing anymore practice but you still need to heal completely. We already have a room arranged for you and because you and I are the same height I'm leading you some of my clothes. When you're settled in we'll take you shopping." Ororo placed a hand on my shoulder and once again I couldn't help but go completely still. The lightening horse reared up and vanished.
"Listen if you don't want to lose that hand then I suggest you move it." I felt the three teachers at my back and sides take a few steps away. Once again I felt my canines were just slightly overlapping my bottom lip but before anything else could happen to me I willed whatever changes had already occurred away. I looked around the room to see if anyone saw me. Well of course the three behind me wouldn't see what happened but that damned professor was sitting behind his desk smirking. Maybe I should've continued walking and waited until I was hit by a car...
"Ororo can you please take Layla to her room. You know which room I mean?" When I saw her nod she walked around her chair and walked towards the door. I sent Xavier a glare but I reluctantly followed after her, but I stopped and turned around to stare directly at Scott.
* "Let her go you jerks!!" shouted a young boy no more than eight. He had short, disheveled brown hair, brown eyes and a tan complexion. But his complexion wasn't completely tan at the moment for he had bruises all over his face as if he was hit. His striped black and white shirt was torn at the sleeves and his blue jeans and sneakers were covered in mud. Holding the kid was a big man in his late thirties wearing the customary black suit and matching accessories. He had slightly spiked dirty blonde hair, green gray eyes and a golden brown complexion.
A few feet in front of the two of them was another man in the customary black suit but he had a scratch on his dark brown complexion face going from his right brown eye across his nose and stopping at the corner of his mouth. His shoulder blade length black hair was pulled into a neck ponytail but there were a few patches sitting out here and there. He had a young girl with black hair held in pigtails by red ribbons and didn't look more than six. Her blue eyes were narrowed and her face was scrunched up in pure rage. Her red shirt was practically torn in half draping over her black shorts, her legs were bleeding slightly but the blood was slowly dripping down and vanishing into her black and white tennis shoes.
"Yeah let me go you jerk!!!!" The girl kicked her legs out and was rewarded when her heel hit the shin of the guy who was holding her. His grip faltered but it wasn't enough for her to actually slip through. "What do you want from us?" growled out the young boy. He clinched and unclenched his fists and tried to get away from his capturer but like the little girl, he couldn't get free either.
"Who ever said we wanted both of you? Our boss sent us here to get the girl. The boy just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time kid." Stated the man holding the girl. Both kids' eyes widened to unimaginable sizes and they fought even harder to get loose. The young boy stepped on his capturer's foot and elbowed him in the gut. The grip was loose enough for the boy to slip through and when he did he would've rushed at the girl's capturer but the man holding her pulled out a gun and held it to the her head.
"Now be a good little boy and don't do anything stupid or we're going to have to hurt the girl." That stopped the boy completely in his tracks. The girl looked completely shaken as she watched the other man get back up and put the kid in a headlock. "Now if you will excuse us, we have someplace we have to be. Say goodbye kid." The man holding the girl picked her up and held her under his arms like a sack of potatos and when the boy tried to go after them once again the other muscle man hit him on the back of the head knocking him out cold.
The last thing that flowed from his mouth was, "Layla." *
I shook my head trying to clear it of that vision and when I could finally focus on anything I realized everyone was staring at me once again, but this time out of worry. I bowed my head and growled as a warning for everyone not to ask me any questions or they would regret the day that they decided to take me into their home.
"We can leave now Oreo. I hope I don't run into any of you guys today. So long Wheels, Jeanie, Four Eyes." I walked past Jean and Scott and right before I left the room completely I heard, "Her and Logan would be perfect for each other," and another muffled "OW" come from Scott's direction.