Disclaimer and Author's Note: Hello, and sorry it took so long for me to
update, I've been busy with schoolwork (ughh), and I'm sick, I might have
the flu (double ughh), but I finally finished chapter 3, and I would like
to thank all the nice reviewers for helping me along, cause without them, I
wouldn't have felt like writing this, but anyway, as usual I don't own
anybody, even though, it would be great to have Pyro in my closet.imagine
the fun I could have. But I do own Regan, Deron, Tommy, Chad, and Raven who
will appear later in this story. But, anyway, on with the story.
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Chapter 3:
During the ride, Regan didn't care about anything except not falling off the back. She gripped Logan with such a force, and she still thought it possible to roll right off. She kept her eyes squeezed shut most of the time, while Logan kept glancing behind them to make sure they weren't being followed.
"We're here." Logan said after a while, slowing down.
Regan glanced up to see a big building, which looked like any old boarding school. There were basketball courts and gardens.
"This is the academy?" Regan asked.
"What did you expect?" Logan asked.
"I don't know." Regan said, "Something."
Logan pulled the motorcycle into a garage, passing a small sign that said "Charles Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters". (Author's Note: Sorry, but I forget exactly what it says, I don't have the movie, but my parents got it for me for Christmas. WHOO) When he parked the bike, Regan slid off fast, she really didn't like that bike.
"Come on." Logan said, turning and walking away.
Regan looked around, there were all these cool cars that looked really expensive, it reminded her of the movie "Triple X".
"Are you coming?" Logan's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Yeah, yeah. Hold on." Regan said, following him, "Don't get your britches in a bunch."
Logan rolled his eyes as he led Regan out of the garage. Then he escorted her through a door, and into a big hall.
"Look who's finally back." Said a female voice.
At the bottom of a large staircase was a woman with snow-white hair, but not gray, more icy looking. She looked as if she was heading up the stairs before Logan and Regan entered.
"What took you so long?" she asked, stepping off the stair her foot had been on, and resting her hand on the smooth, wooden banister.
"We had to take a detour." Logan said. He turned to Regan, "Regan, Ororo (Author's Note: I really don't know how to spell her name) Monroe; but you can call her Storm."
Regan smiled politely, she didn't know what else to do. However, Storm looked surprised, or was it curiosity on her face?
"This is her?" she asked, and Logan nodded.
"Who?" Regan asked, completely clueless.
"Regan, go with Storm, she'll introduce you to the professor." Logan said.
"Logan." Storm said, "Raven needs her medicine."
"Alright." Logan said, looking as if he'd rather be doing something else, and Storm handed Logan a little zipped up pouch.
Logan turned and went up the staircase Storm had been at. She turned to Regan.
"It's nice to meet you." She said.
"You too." Regan said, and then she added under her breath, "I hope."
"If you'll come with me, I'll introduce you to Professor Xavier." Storm said.
Regan tagged on after Storm down a long corridor. Other people, some younger, some older than Regan passed by her, giving her curious looks. Then Storm opened a door, and guided Regan into a small office like room. At a desk sat a man in a wheelchair, his head was bald, but he appeared young.
"Oh, hello Storm." He said in a kind voice, decorated with a British accent.
"Professor," Storm said in greeting, "This is Regan." She said Regan differently than the rest of the sentence, but Regan didn't care, she was too busy checking stuff out.
"Hi, Regan." The bald guy said, "I'm Professor Charles Xavier."
"Hi." Regan said quietly, she never was much for meeting new people.
"Is something wrong?" Professor Xavier asked."
"Not really." Regan said, "Just a little.confused."
"Yes, I get that a lot." He said. "Well, do you know why you're here?"
"That Logan dude told me it was because of my power." Regan said.
"It is." Professor Xavier said. "This is an academy for mutants."
"And you're the founder?" Regan asked.
Professor Xavier nodded. "This school is open to mutants of all ages, and I welcome you to it." He said.
"What exactly goes on around here?" Regan asked, not trying to make her nosiness obvious.
"Stuff that goes on at any other school." Professor Xavier said, "We teach a variety of classes, including Arts, Math, Sciences, languages, etc."
"Oh." Regan said, looking slightly disappointed.
Professor Xavier smirked, "No, we don't teach anything on mutants," he said, "We just want a school where students wont be picked on because of who they are."
Regan nodded, "So its like a college or boarding school?" she asked.
"Exactly like one." Professor Xavier answered; he looked at Storm, "Would you like to show her to her room?"
Storm nodded.
"Wait," Regan said, "What about my stuff, and my foster parents?"
"We'll have it arranged that you go back to get your things, if not tonight, tomorrow." Professor Xavier said.
"Oh okay." Regan said.
"Follow me, Regan." Storm said.
* * *
Regan's roommate turned out to be a girl named Marie, but she went by Rogue. Rogue was in the room when Storm led her into it.
"Hi, Storm." She said, glancing at Regan.
"Rogue, this is Regan (Author' s Note: A lot of R's, just realized that). She is to be your new roommate." Storm said.
"Okay." Rogue said, "Hi." She said to Regan.
"Hey." Regan said.
"Well, I'll let you two get acquainted." Storm said, before turning and leaving the room.
"So what's your power?" Rogue asked.
"Telekinesis." Regan answered.
"Like Jean." Rogue said quietly, a look of sadness coming over her.
"What?" Regan asked.
"Oh, nothing." Rogue said; she brightened a little. "Well, I hope you don't mind having a bed near the window."
Regan smiled. "Not at all." She said.
After Rogue had told Regan all she could know about the academy, Regan felt more like she belonged.
"Want me to give you a tour of the institute?" Rogue asked.
"Not thanks." Regan said, "But do you think I could sort of give myself a tour? I'm a bit of a.loner."
"Of course." Rogue said; she didn't seem affected by Regan's quick decline, and Regan was glad.
"Okay." She said to Rogue, "I'll see you later."
"Bye," Rogue said, as Regan left the room.
She walked down the halls of the school, her eyes searching everywhere. She was slightly amazed by what she was seeing. She stopped at a large painting, which practically covered the whole wall. A caption under it said a student at the institute did it. Being a big fan of art, Regan stood there and studied it for a second. It was a real work. There was a sudden noise, like the crack of a whip, and a poof of black smoke; and there standing next to her, stood a young man, with blue skin, covered with strange yet beautiful scars, he had a long pointed tail, and bright yellow eyes. Regan screamed, not at the sight of this man, but at the way he had magically appeared.
"Sorry." He said in a heavy German accent. "I didn't mean to frighten you."
"It's okay." Regan said, "I just wasn't expecting that."
"Have you seen a little girl around here, with light hair, wearing purple?" he asked.
"I don't think so." Regan said, shaking her head.
"Oh okay." He said, "Thank you."
And with another CRACK!, he was gone. Regan took a deep breath. She didn't need to catch her breath; it was more of an anxious sigh. She was excited to be here, around so many mutants. And she had really liked that guy who had appeared next to her, his power was great, and he looked really cool. She looked around and smiled, maybe she'd like it there after all.
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Author's Note: YAY! A little bit of Nightcrawler in there. Well, there it is, and I hope you like it, and I'll get right to work on chapter 4. Please review, and tell me what you thought. WHEW! wipes sweat off forehead. See you later.
Chapter 3:
During the ride, Regan didn't care about anything except not falling off the back. She gripped Logan with such a force, and she still thought it possible to roll right off. She kept her eyes squeezed shut most of the time, while Logan kept glancing behind them to make sure they weren't being followed.
"We're here." Logan said after a while, slowing down.
Regan glanced up to see a big building, which looked like any old boarding school. There were basketball courts and gardens.
"This is the academy?" Regan asked.
"What did you expect?" Logan asked.
"I don't know." Regan said, "Something."
Logan pulled the motorcycle into a garage, passing a small sign that said "Charles Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters". (Author's Note: Sorry, but I forget exactly what it says, I don't have the movie, but my parents got it for me for Christmas. WHOO) When he parked the bike, Regan slid off fast, she really didn't like that bike.
"Come on." Logan said, turning and walking away.
Regan looked around, there were all these cool cars that looked really expensive, it reminded her of the movie "Triple X".
"Are you coming?" Logan's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Yeah, yeah. Hold on." Regan said, following him, "Don't get your britches in a bunch."
Logan rolled his eyes as he led Regan out of the garage. Then he escorted her through a door, and into a big hall.
"Look who's finally back." Said a female voice.
At the bottom of a large staircase was a woman with snow-white hair, but not gray, more icy looking. She looked as if she was heading up the stairs before Logan and Regan entered.
"What took you so long?" she asked, stepping off the stair her foot had been on, and resting her hand on the smooth, wooden banister.
"We had to take a detour." Logan said. He turned to Regan, "Regan, Ororo (Author's Note: I really don't know how to spell her name) Monroe; but you can call her Storm."
Regan smiled politely, she didn't know what else to do. However, Storm looked surprised, or was it curiosity on her face?
"This is her?" she asked, and Logan nodded.
"Who?" Regan asked, completely clueless.
"Regan, go with Storm, she'll introduce you to the professor." Logan said.
"Logan." Storm said, "Raven needs her medicine."
"Alright." Logan said, looking as if he'd rather be doing something else, and Storm handed Logan a little zipped up pouch.
Logan turned and went up the staircase Storm had been at. She turned to Regan.
"It's nice to meet you." She said.
"You too." Regan said, and then she added under her breath, "I hope."
"If you'll come with me, I'll introduce you to Professor Xavier." Storm said.
Regan tagged on after Storm down a long corridor. Other people, some younger, some older than Regan passed by her, giving her curious looks. Then Storm opened a door, and guided Regan into a small office like room. At a desk sat a man in a wheelchair, his head was bald, but he appeared young.
"Oh, hello Storm." He said in a kind voice, decorated with a British accent.
"Professor," Storm said in greeting, "This is Regan." She said Regan differently than the rest of the sentence, but Regan didn't care, she was too busy checking stuff out.
"Hi, Regan." The bald guy said, "I'm Professor Charles Xavier."
"Hi." Regan said quietly, she never was much for meeting new people.
"Is something wrong?" Professor Xavier asked."
"Not really." Regan said, "Just a little.confused."
"Yes, I get that a lot." He said. "Well, do you know why you're here?"
"That Logan dude told me it was because of my power." Regan said.
"It is." Professor Xavier said. "This is an academy for mutants."
"And you're the founder?" Regan asked.
Professor Xavier nodded. "This school is open to mutants of all ages, and I welcome you to it." He said.
"What exactly goes on around here?" Regan asked, not trying to make her nosiness obvious.
"Stuff that goes on at any other school." Professor Xavier said, "We teach a variety of classes, including Arts, Math, Sciences, languages, etc."
"Oh." Regan said, looking slightly disappointed.
Professor Xavier smirked, "No, we don't teach anything on mutants," he said, "We just want a school where students wont be picked on because of who they are."
Regan nodded, "So its like a college or boarding school?" she asked.
"Exactly like one." Professor Xavier answered; he looked at Storm, "Would you like to show her to her room?"
Storm nodded.
"Wait," Regan said, "What about my stuff, and my foster parents?"
"We'll have it arranged that you go back to get your things, if not tonight, tomorrow." Professor Xavier said.
"Oh okay." Regan said.
"Follow me, Regan." Storm said.
* * *
Regan's roommate turned out to be a girl named Marie, but she went by Rogue. Rogue was in the room when Storm led her into it.
"Hi, Storm." She said, glancing at Regan.
"Rogue, this is Regan (Author' s Note: A lot of R's, just realized that). She is to be your new roommate." Storm said.
"Okay." Rogue said, "Hi." She said to Regan.
"Hey." Regan said.
"Well, I'll let you two get acquainted." Storm said, before turning and leaving the room.
"So what's your power?" Rogue asked.
"Telekinesis." Regan answered.
"Like Jean." Rogue said quietly, a look of sadness coming over her.
"What?" Regan asked.
"Oh, nothing." Rogue said; she brightened a little. "Well, I hope you don't mind having a bed near the window."
Regan smiled. "Not at all." She said.
After Rogue had told Regan all she could know about the academy, Regan felt more like she belonged.
"Want me to give you a tour of the institute?" Rogue asked.
"Not thanks." Regan said, "But do you think I could sort of give myself a tour? I'm a bit of a.loner."
"Of course." Rogue said; she didn't seem affected by Regan's quick decline, and Regan was glad.
"Okay." She said to Rogue, "I'll see you later."
"Bye," Rogue said, as Regan left the room.
She walked down the halls of the school, her eyes searching everywhere. She was slightly amazed by what she was seeing. She stopped at a large painting, which practically covered the whole wall. A caption under it said a student at the institute did it. Being a big fan of art, Regan stood there and studied it for a second. It was a real work. There was a sudden noise, like the crack of a whip, and a poof of black smoke; and there standing next to her, stood a young man, with blue skin, covered with strange yet beautiful scars, he had a long pointed tail, and bright yellow eyes. Regan screamed, not at the sight of this man, but at the way he had magically appeared.
"Sorry." He said in a heavy German accent. "I didn't mean to frighten you."
"It's okay." Regan said, "I just wasn't expecting that."
"Have you seen a little girl around here, with light hair, wearing purple?" he asked.
"I don't think so." Regan said, shaking her head.
"Oh okay." He said, "Thank you."
And with another CRACK!, he was gone. Regan took a deep breath. She didn't need to catch her breath; it was more of an anxious sigh. She was excited to be here, around so many mutants. And she had really liked that guy who had appeared next to her, his power was great, and he looked really cool. She looked around and smiled, maybe she'd like it there after all.
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Author's Note: YAY! A little bit of Nightcrawler in there. Well, there it is, and I hope you like it, and I'll get right to work on chapter 4. Please review, and tell me what you thought. WHEW! wipes sweat off forehead. See you later.