"Angel, you're not paying attention." Angel snapped her head up from staring blankly down at the carvings of her desk. She smiled. "Sorry, I um...wasn't feeling very well,"she mumbles, shifting her attention to the words on the board that she didn't understand,"Could I possibly go to the office and call home? My uh..sister was sick and I want to check on her." "Not right now, Angel. A few moments before class ends talk to me and I'll give you a note." The teacher returns to writing; Angel glares at her back. She knew what had happened that morning even if Stormy had called it a skin reaction. Tara was now a mutant. The problem was..would it hurt her? She'd heard a lot about mutants who's powers hurt when they manifested. Please, let Tara be okay. I need her around. "Angel!" A sudden wave of annoyance washs over Angel along with anger. She snaps her head up and glares at the teacher. "What?" "Don't use that tone of voice. You're not concentrating, Angel...." All of a sudden Angel felt like crying and did, breaking down into tears; several books fly off the desks. She sobs openly into her arms then begins to quietly laugh. Tears continue to stream down her cheeks through the laughter. "Angel, stop this now! Angel!"
She struggles with trying to control the emotions but there were a million of them-love, anger, sadness, joy, everything. She stands, shoving her things into her bag and takes off running from the room. The emotions don't stop until she's outside of the school and sitting alone against the trunk of a tree. Angel rests her chin against her drawn up knees, breathing heavily as the emotions leave. "I just got too worked up over Tara. It's a natural reaction.." She wipes the tears from her eyes and leans her head back, closing her eyes. Silence reigns around her and she shifts her position, slightly. "I'll just call the mansion and ask Hank how Tara is...he'll know." Angel stands and returns her bag to her shoulder, making her way away from the school and toward town in search of a pay phone. The school phone would cause more problems. She picks her way carefully through the crowds of people, beginning to feel the emotions again. She begins to laugh for no reason but pushes on; tears follow, then the sharp desire to hurt someone. Natural reaction, natural reaction, natural reaction. She finds a pay phone, puts some money in, and dials the familiar number. A voice picks up,"Hello?" "Hank, is Tara okay?" "And who would be asking this?" "It's Angel,"she says, grimacing slightly at the wave of emotions she was feeling,"She okay?" "Fine, dear. It's just Tara recieving her mutation...shouldn't you be at school?" "Yep, going now.." Angel hangs up the phone.
An older teeange girl passes her and she suddenly hates herself, hates everything she was, hates existing; a garbage can moves away, slamming against the wall. Why am I still here? No one cares about me. All I do is cause problems for everyone. Mom thought so that's why she left me. I know Remy and the others think she died when I was little but she didn't want Tara or even me. Angel places her hands over her ears, feeling overwhelming emotions again. She turns and blindly runs through people, ignoring their shouts, ignoring the moment when she loses her bag, trying to ignore the emotions. "God, what's wrong with me? Why does it feel like I feel everything in the world?"she whisphers, sinking down against the trunk of a tree. Silence echoes in her mind except her own emotion. She knew the fear and confusion belonged to her alone as there was no one else around. "God, someone help me."
Pyro taps his communicator several times. "Demonic showing strange behavior. Possible mutation...Keep ya informed, Metal Asylum. PsychoFlame, over and out. Can I order a pizza?" "NO!" "Sorry, SmallDick...Demonic highgly upset and begging God. I still want a pizza." "No."
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"Remy, Rogue, Storm, Scott, I've called you because something's wrong." Gambit looks up from studying the bookcase to the left of the Professor. "Den shouldn't Logan and de others be here also?" "Logan's with Tara....Jean and Hank are explaining about mutations to her,"Xavier explains,"There's a problem with Angel." A collective sigh comes. "What de petite do now? Angel suspended again, Professor?" "Not quite. It's not what you think, Remy....she's left school." "We already know this, Professor. Hank said the kid called to check on Tara. She was worried...it's understandable,"Rogue puts in, lifting her gaze from the book she'd been intent upon. Xavier sighs. "None of you are getting it. Something's wrong with her. I can't find her location through her mind because it's too jumbled; her emotions don't match." "Speak de English, Professor. What exactly dis mean?" Storm and Scott stand silently by, listening. Xavier rubs his temples. "I've been trying to contact her since the school called. Her teacher said she broke down into tears in class then began laughing." Gambit looks at Rogue. "It be dat time of month of de petite, chere?" "Not funny, Swamp Rat, but no. What do you think it means?" "Her teacher said she was worried about her 'sister'. If I'm correct her emotional problems triggered her mutation.." "Do you have a guess on what this mutation is, Charles?"Scott questions, straightening from leaning on the bookcase. "At the moment? Empath...not just part like our Cajun X-Man but a complete empath." "You don't sound happy." Xavier shakes his head. "I'm not. Most full empaths go insane before they learn to control the emotions..."
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"Angel! Angel, where are you!" The numerous shouts for the girl go unanswered. Gambit searches the woods along with the others. Charles had given them a location for her but couldn't pinpoint it exactly as he usually could. What Remy do to deserve this? "Remy, I think we may have found something!"Scott's voice crackles through the controller. Gambit snatches it up. "What?" "Her bag. Storm and I found them near an old alleyway...it seems they've been kicked around quite a bit; most of her stuff's still here." "Is dere any sign of de petite?" 'None, except for a diner owner who recognized Angel's description. He said she seemed highly aggitated and kept crying but then would laugh...He called the hospital." "Did de hospital come and get Angel?" "She vanished." Rogue's voice breaks into his conversation. "Gambit, I found her." "More later." Gambit cuts off the communicator, hurrying over to Rogue. His attention immediatly finds Angel. She sits against a tree, headphones over her ears, rocking back and forth with her eyes closed; she looked so peaceful then her expression changed as her eyes opened. "Angel?" Rogue speaks the name quietly and takes a step closer to Angel who removes the headphones. "Don't touch me...just go away you're hurting me."
Rogue stops and studies her. Tears had dried along her cheeks while dirt and other tears streaked the clothes she wore. "Petite, what's wrong?" Gambit moves toward her, but she again moves away. "Angel.." He starts to move forward but is suddenly thrown back. Rogue glances at him. "Remy, sugah, you okay?" "Fine, what the hell was that? Was that a joke, Roguey?" "Not mine...I haven't absorbed Jean in months. I didn't do that. Angel." "You know what, Rogue? I really love you. I've never been able to admit it but I do,"Angel says, smiling for some reason as she brushed dirt off herself; her expression changes to sadness. "I can't be around you Remy I'm afraid I'll hurt you. Fear's what keeps me from being with you completely." Gambit and Rogue trade looks. "That be too close for comfort, chere. De Angel's getting creepy." Rogue moves forward, slightly. "Do you trust me, Angel?" Angel's expression darkens. "Trust you? How can I trust you when you still don't completely trust yourself?" "I have to work on trusting, Angel, but I need you to trust me." She hesitates. "I do, Roguey..." Gambit scratches his head, confused. Rogue moves forward and hugs Angel, removing one glove; she tosses it Gambit. "Hold that." He catches it at the same instant as she touches the new mutant's cheek, draining her of the new abilities. After a few moments Angel goes unconscience, collapsing just as Gambit catches her. He picks her not so small anymore weight up, cradling her against his chest. "Tell Scott and Stormy dat Remy has de petite. Dis be a hell of a explanation later.." "Wow, you really do trust me, Remy." "Duh."
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Kind of confusing and yes, complicated but it you haven't figured it out. Her powers are empath(feels others emotions) and telekenesis(emotion controlled); next up: How do the X-men deal with two new mutants? Answer next chapter!
She struggles with trying to control the emotions but there were a million of them-love, anger, sadness, joy, everything. She stands, shoving her things into her bag and takes off running from the room. The emotions don't stop until she's outside of the school and sitting alone against the trunk of a tree. Angel rests her chin against her drawn up knees, breathing heavily as the emotions leave. "I just got too worked up over Tara. It's a natural reaction.." She wipes the tears from her eyes and leans her head back, closing her eyes. Silence reigns around her and she shifts her position, slightly. "I'll just call the mansion and ask Hank how Tara is...he'll know." Angel stands and returns her bag to her shoulder, making her way away from the school and toward town in search of a pay phone. The school phone would cause more problems. She picks her way carefully through the crowds of people, beginning to feel the emotions again. She begins to laugh for no reason but pushes on; tears follow, then the sharp desire to hurt someone. Natural reaction, natural reaction, natural reaction. She finds a pay phone, puts some money in, and dials the familiar number. A voice picks up,"Hello?" "Hank, is Tara okay?" "And who would be asking this?" "It's Angel,"she says, grimacing slightly at the wave of emotions she was feeling,"She okay?" "Fine, dear. It's just Tara recieving her mutation...shouldn't you be at school?" "Yep, going now.." Angel hangs up the phone.
An older teeange girl passes her and she suddenly hates herself, hates everything she was, hates existing; a garbage can moves away, slamming against the wall. Why am I still here? No one cares about me. All I do is cause problems for everyone. Mom thought so that's why she left me. I know Remy and the others think she died when I was little but she didn't want Tara or even me. Angel places her hands over her ears, feeling overwhelming emotions again. She turns and blindly runs through people, ignoring their shouts, ignoring the moment when she loses her bag, trying to ignore the emotions. "God, what's wrong with me? Why does it feel like I feel everything in the world?"she whisphers, sinking down against the trunk of a tree. Silence echoes in her mind except her own emotion. She knew the fear and confusion belonged to her alone as there was no one else around. "God, someone help me."
Pyro taps his communicator several times. "Demonic showing strange behavior. Possible mutation...Keep ya informed, Metal Asylum. PsychoFlame, over and out. Can I order a pizza?" "NO!" "Sorry, SmallDick...Demonic highgly upset and begging God. I still want a pizza." "No."
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"Remy, Rogue, Storm, Scott, I've called you because something's wrong." Gambit looks up from studying the bookcase to the left of the Professor. "Den shouldn't Logan and de others be here also?" "Logan's with Tara....Jean and Hank are explaining about mutations to her,"Xavier explains,"There's a problem with Angel." A collective sigh comes. "What de petite do now? Angel suspended again, Professor?" "Not quite. It's not what you think, Remy....she's left school." "We already know this, Professor. Hank said the kid called to check on Tara. She was worried...it's understandable,"Rogue puts in, lifting her gaze from the book she'd been intent upon. Xavier sighs. "None of you are getting it. Something's wrong with her. I can't find her location through her mind because it's too jumbled; her emotions don't match." "Speak de English, Professor. What exactly dis mean?" Storm and Scott stand silently by, listening. Xavier rubs his temples. "I've been trying to contact her since the school called. Her teacher said she broke down into tears in class then began laughing." Gambit looks at Rogue. "It be dat time of month of de petite, chere?" "Not funny, Swamp Rat, but no. What do you think it means?" "Her teacher said she was worried about her 'sister'. If I'm correct her emotional problems triggered her mutation.." "Do you have a guess on what this mutation is, Charles?"Scott questions, straightening from leaning on the bookcase. "At the moment? Empath...not just part like our Cajun X-Man but a complete empath." "You don't sound happy." Xavier shakes his head. "I'm not. Most full empaths go insane before they learn to control the emotions..."
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"Angel! Angel, where are you!" The numerous shouts for the girl go unanswered. Gambit searches the woods along with the others. Charles had given them a location for her but couldn't pinpoint it exactly as he usually could. What Remy do to deserve this? "Remy, I think we may have found something!"Scott's voice crackles through the controller. Gambit snatches it up. "What?" "Her bag. Storm and I found them near an old alleyway...it seems they've been kicked around quite a bit; most of her stuff's still here." "Is dere any sign of de petite?" 'None, except for a diner owner who recognized Angel's description. He said she seemed highly aggitated and kept crying but then would laugh...He called the hospital." "Did de hospital come and get Angel?" "She vanished." Rogue's voice breaks into his conversation. "Gambit, I found her." "More later." Gambit cuts off the communicator, hurrying over to Rogue. His attention immediatly finds Angel. She sits against a tree, headphones over her ears, rocking back and forth with her eyes closed; she looked so peaceful then her expression changed as her eyes opened. "Angel?" Rogue speaks the name quietly and takes a step closer to Angel who removes the headphones. "Don't touch me...just go away you're hurting me."
Rogue stops and studies her. Tears had dried along her cheeks while dirt and other tears streaked the clothes she wore. "Petite, what's wrong?" Gambit moves toward her, but she again moves away. "Angel.." He starts to move forward but is suddenly thrown back. Rogue glances at him. "Remy, sugah, you okay?" "Fine, what the hell was that? Was that a joke, Roguey?" "Not mine...I haven't absorbed Jean in months. I didn't do that. Angel." "You know what, Rogue? I really love you. I've never been able to admit it but I do,"Angel says, smiling for some reason as she brushed dirt off herself; her expression changes to sadness. "I can't be around you Remy I'm afraid I'll hurt you. Fear's what keeps me from being with you completely." Gambit and Rogue trade looks. "That be too close for comfort, chere. De Angel's getting creepy." Rogue moves forward, slightly. "Do you trust me, Angel?" Angel's expression darkens. "Trust you? How can I trust you when you still don't completely trust yourself?" "I have to work on trusting, Angel, but I need you to trust me." She hesitates. "I do, Roguey..." Gambit scratches his head, confused. Rogue moves forward and hugs Angel, removing one glove; she tosses it Gambit. "Hold that." He catches it at the same instant as she touches the new mutant's cheek, draining her of the new abilities. After a few moments Angel goes unconscience, collapsing just as Gambit catches her. He picks her not so small anymore weight up, cradling her against his chest. "Tell Scott and Stormy dat Remy has de petite. Dis be a hell of a explanation later.." "Wow, you really do trust me, Remy." "Duh."
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Kind of confusing and yes, complicated but it you haven't figured it out. Her powers are empath(feels others emotions) and telekenesis(emotion controlled); next up: How do the X-men deal with two new mutants? Answer next chapter!