A/N: Ok, here's the deal – no more death threats (or offering to help the "murderers"…you know who you are ;-) ) and you get a new chapter every week. Not that I have a problem with HUMOROUS death threats, but I don't need them every week because I haven't posted due to my evil evil teachers. Thanks!
It was almost ten o'clock before Sami was finally able to escape to her room. Two solid hours of combat training with Nightcrawler (who occasionally cheated and teleported behind her to test her new reflexes, resulting in no few vicious kicks in the back), followed by a mentally exhausting telekinesis practice with the Professor, and finally dinner with the rest of the students. At first she had felt out of place because of the age difference, but the students were welcoming and she was introduced to far too many people to remember clearly – among them Rogue, Kitty, Bobby, Siryn, and Peter, the last being easy to remember since he was so damn tall. After dinner, Storm had insisted on working out her healing powers, which had required them both to slice open their fingers, but resulted in Sami having a good idea of how to use her new gift.
Now, however, she had a raging headache that her powers could do nothing about, and all she wanted was to go to sleep. As she flicked on the light, she saw a small package lying on her bed. Curious, she picked it up and unwrapped it.
Two shining knives fell out onto the blankets.
She stepped back, shocked. Even with the recent and quite unusual events, receiving knives at ten at night was beyond frightening. As the shock wore off, she noticed a smaller package and a note still caught in the wrappings. Wondering if this was a bizarre gift or some sort of threat, the picked up the note and read:
Sami – The Professor believes you will find these useful. From watching you today I have decided that you will be quite good with them. I also realize that psychic work gives one a terrible headache, so I have taken the liberty of providing some aspirin. Bring the knives to practice tomorrow –
Much affection,
Kurt Wagner
That was an odd way to sign a note. Even stranger was the aspirin; Sami certainly could have gotten some herself. Blue elf certainly wants to make a good impression, she thought with a grin. Another set of hammers throbbing inside her skull brought all her attention to the aspirin, which she downed immediately before dropping into the bed and turning off the light. A sudden thought encouraged her –
– and she flipped the light on telekinetically.
Off, on, off, on, off for the last time…
This mutant stuff might not be so bad after all.