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Opal was in some sort of office. She was sitting on a steel chair, with Magneto in front of her.
"What," he asked, "did you do? What happened?" Opal looked down. "Tell me!" He shouted. Opal took a breath. She tried to speak, honestly, she really did, but after more than four years out of use, her vocal chords wouldn't co-operate. "Fine," Magneto said, "Fine. If you won't tell me, then I have other ways. I know how to get what I want."
"Wait," Opal said. Her voice was hoarse. She cleared her throat.
"Yes," Magneto encouraged her.
"I," Opal started, then faltered. How to explain it.? "I can't always, well. Ok. I'm empathic. That is one of my talents. I sense other people's emotions, and also their powers. I can also imitate powers. So, you can imagine how hard it is to be around other mutants. I can feel their power, inside my head. I know how to use it. The more people with powers there are near me, and the harder it is to control. Sometimes I can't handle it. All of the powers I feel just come out. Like an explosion. I can't control it." She swallowed hard. That was the most she had said at once in her whole life. Mostly her answers were short, if she answered at all. Magneto sat back in his chair, his fingertips touching in front of him.
"Is that so?" he asked, "Well. We must find away around this flaw. Really, Opal. I thought that you were a jewel. Apparently, you are little more than fool's gold. If you had a different talent, then I would have you killed, but you do not. So, Mystique?" Mystique appeared from the shadows, "Take her to her room. Tomorrow we will begin her training."
Opal lay in another comfortable bed. Her fists were clenched hard. She ground her teeth, thinking. She wanted to get out. She didn't want to fight. She just wanted to find someplace to live, where no one cared about her past. Stop wishing, she thought, that's not going to happen. I need away out of here, but what? On her many trips through the hallways, she had noticed an advanced security system. Button cameras, tiny microphones and such. How to avoid all that? Thankfully, there was no cameras in Opal's room, so getting out was merely a mater of. . . .
Opal crawled along the metal pipe. It was really only a foot in diameter, but it worked well. Good thing that one of Opal's former acquaintances could grow and shrink in size. Opal simply had to call up the memory of the feel of his power. The duct smelled of dust. Yuck. Opal tried hard not to sneeze. She even held her breath at times. She crawled for what seemed like hours. Then the end of the tunnel approached fast towards her. She almost missed it in the dark. She wiggled it around. No use. It must have been locked. She closed her eyes then opened them again. Her eyes, now adjusted to the dark, peered around. There were four bolts holding the end together. She called up some telekinesis and slowly unscrewed the bolts. Too much! Her mind screamed. To many powers! Can't.hold.on.
That's when she lost it. Telekinesis rippled out and shoved the panel forward. Her eyes shone bright white lights. The strange wind returned, and the ground outside went up in flames. The tunnel exploded and shot Opal several meters out. She landed in a snow bank, gasping. A siren went off somewhere. She got up and ran, but she couldn't muster the energy. Why am I running, she thought, when I can. and she took off into the black night sky. She flew, looking for a place to go. Just mountains. No one was following her. She smiled. Actually, her lips only tugged upwards slightly, maybe an inch or two, but for her it was a huge show of emotion. She soared until a small village appeared below her. She flew lower, spiraling down like a bird. She flew low over one of the houses, about to land. Before she could muster a smooth landing, exhaustion of all the powers she had used took over, and for the second time in two days she was unconscious.
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Author's Note: Please Review!
P.S.: I'm still looking for a cool mutant name for Opal, so please let me know if you think of one!
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Opal was in some sort of office. She was sitting on a steel chair, with Magneto in front of her.
"What," he asked, "did you do? What happened?" Opal looked down. "Tell me!" He shouted. Opal took a breath. She tried to speak, honestly, she really did, but after more than four years out of use, her vocal chords wouldn't co-operate. "Fine," Magneto said, "Fine. If you won't tell me, then I have other ways. I know how to get what I want."
"Wait," Opal said. Her voice was hoarse. She cleared her throat.
"Yes," Magneto encouraged her.
"I," Opal started, then faltered. How to explain it.? "I can't always, well. Ok. I'm empathic. That is one of my talents. I sense other people's emotions, and also their powers. I can also imitate powers. So, you can imagine how hard it is to be around other mutants. I can feel their power, inside my head. I know how to use it. The more people with powers there are near me, and the harder it is to control. Sometimes I can't handle it. All of the powers I feel just come out. Like an explosion. I can't control it." She swallowed hard. That was the most she had said at once in her whole life. Mostly her answers were short, if she answered at all. Magneto sat back in his chair, his fingertips touching in front of him.
"Is that so?" he asked, "Well. We must find away around this flaw. Really, Opal. I thought that you were a jewel. Apparently, you are little more than fool's gold. If you had a different talent, then I would have you killed, but you do not. So, Mystique?" Mystique appeared from the shadows, "Take her to her room. Tomorrow we will begin her training."
Opal lay in another comfortable bed. Her fists were clenched hard. She ground her teeth, thinking. She wanted to get out. She didn't want to fight. She just wanted to find someplace to live, where no one cared about her past. Stop wishing, she thought, that's not going to happen. I need away out of here, but what? On her many trips through the hallways, she had noticed an advanced security system. Button cameras, tiny microphones and such. How to avoid all that? Thankfully, there was no cameras in Opal's room, so getting out was merely a mater of. . . .
Opal crawled along the metal pipe. It was really only a foot in diameter, but it worked well. Good thing that one of Opal's former acquaintances could grow and shrink in size. Opal simply had to call up the memory of the feel of his power. The duct smelled of dust. Yuck. Opal tried hard not to sneeze. She even held her breath at times. She crawled for what seemed like hours. Then the end of the tunnel approached fast towards her. She almost missed it in the dark. She wiggled it around. No use. It must have been locked. She closed her eyes then opened them again. Her eyes, now adjusted to the dark, peered around. There were four bolts holding the end together. She called up some telekinesis and slowly unscrewed the bolts. Too much! Her mind screamed. To many powers! Can't.hold.on.
That's when she lost it. Telekinesis rippled out and shoved the panel forward. Her eyes shone bright white lights. The strange wind returned, and the ground outside went up in flames. The tunnel exploded and shot Opal several meters out. She landed in a snow bank, gasping. A siren went off somewhere. She got up and ran, but she couldn't muster the energy. Why am I running, she thought, when I can. and she took off into the black night sky. She flew, looking for a place to go. Just mountains. No one was following her. She smiled. Actually, her lips only tugged upwards slightly, maybe an inch or two, but for her it was a huge show of emotion. She soared until a small village appeared below her. She flew lower, spiraling down like a bird. She flew low over one of the houses, about to land. Before she could muster a smooth landing, exhaustion of all the powers she had used took over, and for the second time in two days she was unconscious.
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Author's Note: Please Review!
P.S.: I'm still looking for a cool mutant name for Opal, so please let me know if you think of one!