I love reviews! Thanx so much to mien reviewers :D. Anywho, I feel like I
should explain her power a bit, because I really don't think it came across
exactly. She is kind of a cross between Rogue and Berzerker..She draws a
persons energy from them, but it does not translate as their powers (as it
does in the case of Rogue), and she converts this energy into almost
electricity which she can kind of shoot from her hands. She doesn't need to
touch the person or thing from which she is drawing this energy, but it has
to be in a certain proximity of her. Currently, it must be within a few
feet of her, and she will draw in the energy of anything within this few
feet. Also, once she begins to draw this energy, it is extremely difficult
for her to stop it, and most times cannot. If a persons energy is
completely taken away, so is their life. But as she develops and expands
her power, she will be able to pick and choose who or what she draws energy
from and her perimeter will expand considerably. She is most powerful when
drawing energy from an electrical source. I hope that explains it for yall.
Now, on to the story!
Disclaimer: "Well, I am hairy, and I could be naked, if you like."
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"Oh my GOD, Evan, I am like, SO going to kill you!" Kitty screamed as she lunged forward at the boy. Evan just laughed, and jumped backward. He had escaped Kitty, but had tripped over the ottoman behind him. Kitty got up and leapt at him again. "Give it BACK!"
"Yo, K-man! Catch!" Evan threw the stuffed dragon to Kurt, just as Kitty tackled him. Kurt caught it and then teleported himself to the lobby chandelier. Kitty ran into the lobby after him.
"KURT YOU ARE DEAD!!!" she screamed. Kurt laughed, dangling upside down from the chandelier, as Kitty jumped for the dragon he held just out of her reach. Evan followed Kitty and he and Kurt began a game of monkey in the middle. Kitty was not happy playing the monkey.
Logan stepped into the lobby. He growled lowly at the happenings. "ELF! PORCUPINE! ENOUGH!" he yelled. He couldn't take this, God help him, what ever made him agree to play babysitter? "Give Half-pint back her doll!" He sighed, rolling his eyes. "And apologize," he said through clenched teeth.
Kurt bamfed down from the fixture and handed the doll to Kitty. She grabbed it and held it close, possessively. Then she turned to the two boys. "If either of you EVER touch Lockheed again, I will PERSONALLY remove a certain....appendage!" With that, she stormed off back to her room.
Logan, Evan, and Kurt all cringed at her statement. Logan then put a hand up to his ever present headache, and just caught Evan and Kurt beginning to sneak off. "Hold it, you two!" The two boys stopped and practically stood at attention. Logan grimaced in pain at his headache. "You both will be attending two extra training sessions with me every day for the next month." He told them.
"WHAT?" Evan gasped. "That's not fair!"
Wolverine stalked up to Evan and stared him down. Evan looked away quickly, easily intimidated by the larger man. "Don't talk to me about fair, bub. Now get outta here. And I suggest you don't bother the Half-pint for a while." With that the boys scampered off. Logan reentered the kitchen and turned back to his newspaper. What he saw on the front page irritated him more than these kids ever could. Senator Bradley was on the front page, and inside was a huge spread discussing the evil's of mutants. Logan sighed and threw the paper into the garbage can. The only thing he enjoyed in his day, ruined. He walked out of the kitchen toward the danger room, to work off some of his anger. Maybe he'd ask the Elf and Porcupine to join him. He smirked at the thought.
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"We're here, Senator," his chauffer informed him. He exited the car, and opened the door for his boss. Senator Bradley stepped out of the limousine, adjusting his suit jacket and tie. He looked to the left and right. Thankfully, they had lost the paparazzi. It was just what the liberals needed, was pictures of him at a mutant experimentation facility. While he backed the work done here one hundred percent, the populace was generally against it. They didn't want mutants around them, but they weren't too keen on them being prodded and shocked, like the animals they were. Trask had now made his way to the limo and was extending his hand in greeting.
"Good morning, Sentator," he said. The Senator pushed his hand away.
"Can it, Trask." He told the man. "Tell me what happened? Where's the girl?"
"She managed to escape last night, sir," Trask informed him. "We put up a good chase, but were unable to recapture her."
"And where is she now?" Bradley asked, getting impatient.
"We actually do not know that, sir. I thought we had her this morning, but she had already been picked up by someone."
Bradley grew furious. This was not good news for him. Not at all. He walked up to Trask, staring angrily into his eyes. "You must get her back! Don't you understand? You know who she is! You KNOW what she's done!"
"Yes, sir, I know," Trask said. He didn't want to disappoint the Senator. Bradley was a very powerful man, and could prove an extremely difficult enemy.
Bradley sighed, and rubbed his temples. "Do we have any leads? Do we know where she could have gone?"
"Well, we questioned the man and woman she had stayed with. They were shaken up. She had apparently used her powers against them. But they did manage to give us a bit of information and we think we have a positive identification on who has taken her."
"And who is that, Trask?" Bradley asked, quite impatient. He did not have time for these games.
"Charles Xavier."
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The door of the Velocity opened and the girl followed the Professor out into the hanger. She stared above her at the metal walls and ceiling. She started getting nervous. This place was very reminiscent of the laboratory. As if reading her mind, the Professor said, "Don't get frightened. This is nothing like the facility. This is a safe haven for you."
She was still scared. She followed him and the woman into an elevator, and watched the door close. When it reopened, she was greeted by a lavish hallway. The Professor led her into a large room. There was a bed in the middle, and a dresser to the left. A mirror stood against the wall next to the dresser.
"This will be your room, child," the Professor told her. "Please, feel free to make yourself at home. You have your own private facilities through that door."
She walked into the room in disbelief. All this was for her? She'd never had anything like this before. Her room at the facility was a six foot by six foot cell, with a few blankets in a corner as a bed, and a pot in the other corner that acted as her bathroom. She began to cry. Free, she was really free. She never had to go back there again. She had somewhere to be. No one had ever been nice to her before.
The Professor came forward to comfort her. "I know that you have had a hard time. But I promise, from now on, everything will be ok."
She looked at him through her tears. He had such a sincere look on his face. But she didn't understand. Why did he care about her? She was a mutant. Why was he helping her?
"I can answer those questions, dear," he said to her. She gasped. How did he know what she was thinking?
The Professor chuckled. "You see, I run a school for mutants. All the students who attend have their own special gifts." And then, she could hear him say in her head 'As well as the faculty.'
She opened her mouth to speak, but still found she couldn't. She sighed, and the Professor said. "You need not talk to me, simply think, and I will hear. You see, I am telepathic." He pointed to his head.
She began to think. 'I want to talk, but I can't. I can't remember either.'
"I know," the Professor said. "It's a side effect from wearing that inhibitor collar. But I will work with you, to bring forward repressed memories."
'And it's safe here?' she asked.
"Yes, my dear. Perfectly safe."
'But I'm not safe, I hurt people. I don't mean to, but I do and I can't stop it.'
"Yes, I am aware of your power. But we are going to work on that together. That is what all of my students are here for. To learn to use their powers efficiently. I have a feeling you will be quite happy here." The Professor smiled at her. "Which reminds me, perhaps we should go downstairs and meet the others?" As if on cue, there was a crash. Jean's voice could be heard, and she sounded rather angry with Bobby. The girl looked horrified. "Or, perhaps you should rest."
The girl nodded. She liked that idea. She was afraid to meet any other mutants. The few mutants she knew from the facility were not very kind. In fact, they were terrible, especially to her. But she barely got to leave her cell to meet anyone.
The Professor smiled at her, and left her room, informing her that her dinner would be brought to her, unless she decided to join them. She didn't think it would be likely that she did join them. She wasn't ready. She didn't even know her name yet, nor could she even speak. She couldn't imagine she'd make the best impression. But she wasn't really too worried about that. What she was concerned with, however, was her bed. She walked over to it and climbed in. The sheets were tucked in tight, and she squeezed herself between them. Something rang familiar here. Being tucked in, a man and woman, goodnight kisses. It was all foggy, and she couldn't make out details. She yawned and then turned over in the bed. She really wasn't all that tired. But she was so comfortable. She hadn't felt like this in a long time. She still was nervous about being here, almost convinced there had to be a catch. There had to be something. Maybe she had really died that night, when she was running. Maybe this was heaven? But no, monsters like her don't go to heaven. Maybe it was all a dream? In that case, she never wanted to wake up. Lying in the bed, she could feel her eyes getting heavy. Hmm, she was tired after all. With another yawn, she closed her eyes and fell into the most peaceful slumber she had ever experienced.
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Chap 3 down! Wow, I am really enjoying writing this! I just gotta take my time, that's all! Lets just hope my readers will bear with....anyway, REVIEW!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! And I want to hear it all, even flames! Tell me what you like and dislike..I wanna know!!
Disclaimer: "Well, I am hairy, and I could be naked, if you like."
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"Oh my GOD, Evan, I am like, SO going to kill you!" Kitty screamed as she lunged forward at the boy. Evan just laughed, and jumped backward. He had escaped Kitty, but had tripped over the ottoman behind him. Kitty got up and leapt at him again. "Give it BACK!"
"Yo, K-man! Catch!" Evan threw the stuffed dragon to Kurt, just as Kitty tackled him. Kurt caught it and then teleported himself to the lobby chandelier. Kitty ran into the lobby after him.
"KURT YOU ARE DEAD!!!" she screamed. Kurt laughed, dangling upside down from the chandelier, as Kitty jumped for the dragon he held just out of her reach. Evan followed Kitty and he and Kurt began a game of monkey in the middle. Kitty was not happy playing the monkey.
Logan stepped into the lobby. He growled lowly at the happenings. "ELF! PORCUPINE! ENOUGH!" he yelled. He couldn't take this, God help him, what ever made him agree to play babysitter? "Give Half-pint back her doll!" He sighed, rolling his eyes. "And apologize," he said through clenched teeth.
Kurt bamfed down from the fixture and handed the doll to Kitty. She grabbed it and held it close, possessively. Then she turned to the two boys. "If either of you EVER touch Lockheed again, I will PERSONALLY remove a certain....appendage!" With that, she stormed off back to her room.
Logan, Evan, and Kurt all cringed at her statement. Logan then put a hand up to his ever present headache, and just caught Evan and Kurt beginning to sneak off. "Hold it, you two!" The two boys stopped and practically stood at attention. Logan grimaced in pain at his headache. "You both will be attending two extra training sessions with me every day for the next month." He told them.
"WHAT?" Evan gasped. "That's not fair!"
Wolverine stalked up to Evan and stared him down. Evan looked away quickly, easily intimidated by the larger man. "Don't talk to me about fair, bub. Now get outta here. And I suggest you don't bother the Half-pint for a while." With that the boys scampered off. Logan reentered the kitchen and turned back to his newspaper. What he saw on the front page irritated him more than these kids ever could. Senator Bradley was on the front page, and inside was a huge spread discussing the evil's of mutants. Logan sighed and threw the paper into the garbage can. The only thing he enjoyed in his day, ruined. He walked out of the kitchen toward the danger room, to work off some of his anger. Maybe he'd ask the Elf and Porcupine to join him. He smirked at the thought.
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"We're here, Senator," his chauffer informed him. He exited the car, and opened the door for his boss. Senator Bradley stepped out of the limousine, adjusting his suit jacket and tie. He looked to the left and right. Thankfully, they had lost the paparazzi. It was just what the liberals needed, was pictures of him at a mutant experimentation facility. While he backed the work done here one hundred percent, the populace was generally against it. They didn't want mutants around them, but they weren't too keen on them being prodded and shocked, like the animals they were. Trask had now made his way to the limo and was extending his hand in greeting.
"Good morning, Sentator," he said. The Senator pushed his hand away.
"Can it, Trask." He told the man. "Tell me what happened? Where's the girl?"
"She managed to escape last night, sir," Trask informed him. "We put up a good chase, but were unable to recapture her."
"And where is she now?" Bradley asked, getting impatient.
"We actually do not know that, sir. I thought we had her this morning, but she had already been picked up by someone."
Bradley grew furious. This was not good news for him. Not at all. He walked up to Trask, staring angrily into his eyes. "You must get her back! Don't you understand? You know who she is! You KNOW what she's done!"
"Yes, sir, I know," Trask said. He didn't want to disappoint the Senator. Bradley was a very powerful man, and could prove an extremely difficult enemy.
Bradley sighed, and rubbed his temples. "Do we have any leads? Do we know where she could have gone?"
"Well, we questioned the man and woman she had stayed with. They were shaken up. She had apparently used her powers against them. But they did manage to give us a bit of information and we think we have a positive identification on who has taken her."
"And who is that, Trask?" Bradley asked, quite impatient. He did not have time for these games.
"Charles Xavier."
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The door of the Velocity opened and the girl followed the Professor out into the hanger. She stared above her at the metal walls and ceiling. She started getting nervous. This place was very reminiscent of the laboratory. As if reading her mind, the Professor said, "Don't get frightened. This is nothing like the facility. This is a safe haven for you."
She was still scared. She followed him and the woman into an elevator, and watched the door close. When it reopened, she was greeted by a lavish hallway. The Professor led her into a large room. There was a bed in the middle, and a dresser to the left. A mirror stood against the wall next to the dresser.
"This will be your room, child," the Professor told her. "Please, feel free to make yourself at home. You have your own private facilities through that door."
She walked into the room in disbelief. All this was for her? She'd never had anything like this before. Her room at the facility was a six foot by six foot cell, with a few blankets in a corner as a bed, and a pot in the other corner that acted as her bathroom. She began to cry. Free, she was really free. She never had to go back there again. She had somewhere to be. No one had ever been nice to her before.
The Professor came forward to comfort her. "I know that you have had a hard time. But I promise, from now on, everything will be ok."
She looked at him through her tears. He had such a sincere look on his face. But she didn't understand. Why did he care about her? She was a mutant. Why was he helping her?
"I can answer those questions, dear," he said to her. She gasped. How did he know what she was thinking?
The Professor chuckled. "You see, I run a school for mutants. All the students who attend have their own special gifts." And then, she could hear him say in her head 'As well as the faculty.'
She opened her mouth to speak, but still found she couldn't. She sighed, and the Professor said. "You need not talk to me, simply think, and I will hear. You see, I am telepathic." He pointed to his head.
She began to think. 'I want to talk, but I can't. I can't remember either.'
"I know," the Professor said. "It's a side effect from wearing that inhibitor collar. But I will work with you, to bring forward repressed memories."
'And it's safe here?' she asked.
"Yes, my dear. Perfectly safe."
'But I'm not safe, I hurt people. I don't mean to, but I do and I can't stop it.'
"Yes, I am aware of your power. But we are going to work on that together. That is what all of my students are here for. To learn to use their powers efficiently. I have a feeling you will be quite happy here." The Professor smiled at her. "Which reminds me, perhaps we should go downstairs and meet the others?" As if on cue, there was a crash. Jean's voice could be heard, and she sounded rather angry with Bobby. The girl looked horrified. "Or, perhaps you should rest."
The girl nodded. She liked that idea. She was afraid to meet any other mutants. The few mutants she knew from the facility were not very kind. In fact, they were terrible, especially to her. But she barely got to leave her cell to meet anyone.
The Professor smiled at her, and left her room, informing her that her dinner would be brought to her, unless she decided to join them. She didn't think it would be likely that she did join them. She wasn't ready. She didn't even know her name yet, nor could she even speak. She couldn't imagine she'd make the best impression. But she wasn't really too worried about that. What she was concerned with, however, was her bed. She walked over to it and climbed in. The sheets were tucked in tight, and she squeezed herself between them. Something rang familiar here. Being tucked in, a man and woman, goodnight kisses. It was all foggy, and she couldn't make out details. She yawned and then turned over in the bed. She really wasn't all that tired. But she was so comfortable. She hadn't felt like this in a long time. She still was nervous about being here, almost convinced there had to be a catch. There had to be something. Maybe she had really died that night, when she was running. Maybe this was heaven? But no, monsters like her don't go to heaven. Maybe it was all a dream? In that case, she never wanted to wake up. Lying in the bed, she could feel her eyes getting heavy. Hmm, she was tired after all. With another yawn, she closed her eyes and fell into the most peaceful slumber she had ever experienced.
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Chap 3 down! Wow, I am really enjoying writing this! I just gotta take my time, that's all! Lets just hope my readers will bear with....anyway, REVIEW!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! And I want to hear it all, even flames! Tell me what you like and dislike..I wanna know!!