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Chapter 3:
By the time I was allowed to get up and move around (and eat solid food by hand and no longer through a tube - I wasn't THAT impaired!), it was three days since the whole telekinesis incident, and I wasn't surprised that my legs couldn't actually support me (try being bed-ridden for four days). It took me about a day before I was finally able to coax my unresponsive limbs into movement - with the help of Dr. McCoy and the bed. Needless to say, it was a painful learning experience - one which I'd rather NOT go through again. There were, however, some people who found it quite funny. I wasn't one of them.
The Professor visited me frequently while I was a living vegetable, and told me about where I was, and what happened in and around the Mansion. I was going to be taught to handle my powers, as they could become more powerful and dangerous and thus out-of-hand, and hopefully find out where the rest of my latent abilities lie. I smiled in relief as he told me that I was going to stay somewhere on the second level of the mansion, although I felt my smile become one of resignation as he told me that I would be attending school as well. I KNEW there was a catch to all this. Oh yes, he said, and I wanted to groan. We would be getting a few new people soon as well, about my age, and they were going to attend the same school as I was going to. And to make things worse, there was to be training. Immediately after school each day.
Wasn't it great?
On my seventh day at the mansion, I was finally released from the Medi. Lab (what it was called - personally, I referred to it as the Torture Chamber, where I was endlessly poked and prodded - AND TORTURED - with instruments that looked like something out of a horror movie). As I gathered up my belongings, I wondered uncertainly as to what was going to happen next. The moment I stepped out the swishy door, my head turned towards the doctor, thanking him for his aid, I hit something hard, and went down forcefully, seeing stars. At first, I thought I had hit the door, although when it made a startled sound in protest, I realized that I had collided with a tall guy, even as I heard Dr. McCoy sigh.
I was sprawled atop the guy's legs, and I felt myself slowly colour as I stared into deep brown eyes. This was getting to be a habit. We must have stared at each other for about an eternity before I heard him ask me something.
"What?"
He sighed. "I asked if you could please get off my legs, Kelsey, before you completely kill my circulation."
Would that matter if I'm still going to HURT you eventually for that jab to my pride several days ago?
I moved anyways. Grumbling under his breath, he got to his feet, and held out a hand to me. I considered refusing it, but sighed, and took it. He was strong, I grudgingly allowed, even though he didn't seem so.
"I'm here to show you to your room," He said, and began leading me towards the stairs that led to the upper levels. We walked in silence, and that suited me fine. I wasn't in the mood for talking. The moment we stepped onto the second level, however, my eyes barely had time to register a moving form before it crashed head-first into me...while I stood at the edge of the staircase. Pin-wheeling my arms, I felt gravity taking hold of me, and with a startled cry, I felt myself fall backwards - onto something cold and hard.
I blinked.
And again, taking in my surroundings. A semi-circular sculpture-like ice shield was what had prevented me from plunging down the stairs I had just climbed, courtesy of my guide, Mr. Iceman, whose right hand was still extended and glowing faintly. I was still on the second floor. Someone was sitting on my lap. An asian-looking girl who was chewing gum. And the seat of my pants were getting wet. VERY wet.
"You must be the new girl," She brightly said, as if crashing into people coming up the stairs was a daily occurence for her. She blew a pink bubble and popped it. "I'm Jubilee. Pleased to meet ya."
I was rapidly losing all feeling in my behind by this time. Nonetheless, I smiled, although it felt plastic. "Kelsey." To my relief, she climbed off me quickly. I estimated her to be in her late teens or barely past that. Was there anyone MY age around here? She thudded down the stairs quickly, and I stood, even as Drake melted the ice-thingy. Dreading the worst, I turned and looked at the back of my jeans (the only one I had). My fears were confirmed.
It looked as though I had peed my pants.
Drake was watching me the whole time, and he laughed. Glare.
"Checking yourself out, Kelsey?"
HARDER glare.
He continued walking down the carpeted corridor, explaining things out to me for all that it was worth. "You'll be staying in the women's wing," HELLO? Did I look like a He-she to you? Did you EXPECT me to live in the men's wing? "Bathrooms - separated, obviously, and are down the hall, and meals are taken downstairs in the kitchen." Okay, and you're telling this to me because they're just obviously NOT straight-forward?
He stopped in front of a door that looked identical to ALL of the others that I had passed on my way here. Then he twisted the knob, and the door swung open. He sketched a bow. "Your room, Milady."
Milady? What was this, the medieval era?
Nonetheless, I stepped inside, my right hand absently travelling to the knob, and was struck by how cosy it looked, especially for something that seemed rather small. With my hand on the doorknob, my gaze swept the room, impressed. First of, it was carpeted. A bed stood proudly in the corner, and directly opposite from it was the closet. A desk stood in the other corner, a sturdy, cushioned chair in front of it. A double-paned window stood ajar, a slight breeze toying with the curtains. A computer was perched upon the desk. And it WORKED! (Why am I so happy, you ask? Try living with a broken computer for two years, with no ways of using it because your excuse for a brother refused to get it fixed and was too lazy to get rid of it, and so it just sat there staring you in the face, taunting you for all it was worth. And the school I had gone to was so poor that they COULDN'T afford computers.)
A sneeze sounded from another room. There was another sneeze, this time louder, and to my surprise, I saw a young woman stagger through the left wall.
THROUGH the fricking wall.
She smiled at me while I was busily gathering up my dropped jaw, and her smile was almost sheepish. "You must be Kelsey, am I right?" I nodded, this time trying to screw my eyeballs back into their respective sockets. She - through - but - the wall - what - how - THROUGH! - Oh, I give up.
"I'm Katherine Pryde, or Kitty," Her grin must have widened at my face, for she explained that her power enabled her to phase through anything solid. "I'm sorry if I scared you," She spoke apologetically, blowing a strand of chestnut hair out of her eyes. "That happens sometimes, I'm afraid. I lose control of my ability when I sneeze, as embarassing as it sounds, and it sometimes sends me phasing through whatever I'm leaning on - like the wall just now." It had something to do with the molecules of her body, and how she was able to...'spread' them apart so that she could drift through unhindered like a apparition.
"Wow," I heard that lone word leave my lips, and I winced inwardly. Predictably, that Drake-guy (whom I had happily forgotten up until he decided to make himself re-known) snorted. I wished that I could shoot myself. Or, even better, him.
"Natural conversationalist, isn't she?" He remarked. I decided then that shooting him would be too merciful. Kitty, however, scowled at him.
"Leave her alone, Bobby," She said, and I immediately liked her. Her voice lowered, directed at me. "Be careful of him," She warned. "His idea of a joke can be perverted."
I smiled wryly. "Believe me, I know."
"I heard that!"
Kitty returned my smile. Then she took her leave, smirking as she walked pass Drake (I later found out that she was merely visting for the summer, and not actually living here. Darn. I could have used some help with Him).
It would be amazing, I mused, to be able to do that. In my mind's eye, I imagined the hand that was on the doorknob becoming almost ghost-like, seeing it pass through the doorknob, misty-looking but yet solid at the same time.
An odd sensation passed through my right hand, and I glanced down. Then I did a double-take, and immediately lost the funny tingling.
The HECK?
My hand was below the doorknob.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" I heard Drake ask me from behind. I shushed him, and upon instinct, repeated what I did, with the whole imagining what would happen if I could phase my hand through objects. Again, I felt my hand take on a weird feeling, and I swept it upwards.
With the both of us watching (as in Drake and me), my right hand passed right (oh look, a pun) THROUGH the knob.
Oh.
Wow.
I could do what Kitty could.
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"Are you absolutely sure, Bobby?" I heard as I stretched my head in an attempt to better my hearing, as they were trying to keep their voices low. Where was I? Right outside Professor Xavier's office on ground level, beside a barely ajar door, having been fetched after about five minutes in my new room. It was Mr. Professor who was speaking. He had this grave, solemn voice that was easily recognizable (even for me, and my memory stinks). The person beside me (who had fetched me) was watching me amused. Blond hair+blue eyes+southern accent=good-looking.
"Positive, Professor. I was there, remember? I saw her hand pass through the knob, as if she had Kitty's powers." This was Drake, whose voice I'd recognize ANYWHERE. "Could this be part of her latent power?"
"It is most-likely, but I am unsure. I wish I could access her mind, however. It appears that she is well-shielded."
The following silence unnerved me. "You mean - we can't -," This was the red-head...Mrs. Grey? Mrs. Summers?
"Yes, Jean. I tried establishing a link when she was in the Medi-Lab, but she...pushed me aside." Well, this was interesting. I was practically immune from...er, mind-invasions? Something like that.
"Must have been embarassing for you." A new voice, almost guttural and feral. I didn't know who he was, and so craned my neck even farther to catch a glimpse of the speaker. HowEVER..."But I don't need any fancy telepathy to tell that she's listening to every word that we're saying right now."
There was a silence following that proclamation, in which I silently cursed that guy for noticing. Someone must have reached over, for the door closed with an almost mocking click a few moments later.
"Nice try," The guy beside me offered, grinning widely. I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help returning his grin, although mine was probably laced with frustration. I mean, come on. It was MY life they were most probably discussing in there. Didn't I have a right to know?
"I'm Kelsey Rias." I said in way of introduction.
"Ah'm Sam Guthrie. You must be the new girl people are talking 'bout." News must sure travel fast around here. "How long have you been here?"
Er..."About a week, I guess. Although they were spent in the Torture - I mean, Medi-Lab," I hastily corrected my slip of tongue. His smile widen at my use of the word 'torture.'
"Yeah, ah've been there too. Not too fond of it either."
Pause.
"How long have you been here?" I asked after there was an awkward silence.
He wrinkled his forehead in concentration. "Oh geez, ah don't really know," He confessed after awhile. "It feels like forever since ah first came here, but if you mean as part of the X-Men, then ah'd say several months, give or take a few, ah guess."
"What d'you mean?" Give me an H! Give me a U! Give me another H! Put them together, and give me a HUH? "When you say, 'as part of the X-Men' does that mean that before several months ago, you weren't an X-Men?"
"Yeah. Ah was part of this group called the X-Force. You've probably heard of it...?"
I shook my head. The door swung open suddenly, startling us both, and Sir Drake stepped out. "The Professor wants to speak to you, Kelsey." Then he stepped back in, and the door seemed to yawn intimidatingly, a rift in time. Oh great.
Sam seemed to notice my hesitation, for he leaned over slightly. "Don't worry," He assured. "He won't hurt you."
Right. I knew that. And I supposed he won't bite either?
All the same, I got up, and feeling decisively uneasy, stepped through the gaping void that functioned as a doorway. The Professor was at his desk, and three other people surrounded him. Sir Summers, Lady Jean Grey, and someone who was short, muscled, and intimidating. He watched me as if he was sizing up my every step, waiting for me to make a wrong move, just ONE mistake, so that he'd have an excuse to beat me up.
Resisting the impulse to dash out of the room screaming as if my life depended on it, I stepped forward to the Prof's desk, determined not to show any fear. Although I was convinced that the room's occupants could hear my gulps. But I wasn't scared. Oh no, I wasn't. Merely...cautious. Honest!
"Kelsey," the Prof. began, but my nerves must have made me jumpy, for I immediately cut in.
"Let me guess: Bobby told you what I had done earlier, and you want me to demonstrate it like a circus animal on parade -," I clapped a hand to my mouth. The last several words were NOT supposed to have come out. Mentally kicking myself, I waited for the Professor to berate me, yell at me, scowl, do something un-positive. To my relief, a smile merely quirked upon his lips.
"If you decide to put it that way, yes."
I complied, and imagined my hand as mist. Then, I swept my hand down towards the Professor's desk in a sweeping arc...and through. My eyes bulged, however, as there was a slight crackle in the air, followed by a thin sheet of ice that came from my palm, closely trailing my corporeal hand and wedging itself into the corner of the Professor's desk as my limb entered it. If that made any sense.
Basically, I had just used Kitty's AND Iceman's powers in one shot. And destroyed part of the Professor's desk at the same time.
There was a silence that greeted my performance (ok, there already had been a silence to begin with), one which was broken (unenthusiastically, if I may add) by me.
"So, um...can I go now?"
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It was perhaps three hours later when I was finally allowed to go. In that time period, I had nearly broken various glass and priceless items, a result of my out of control telekinesis. That combined with the fact that I wanted OUT was enough to frustrate me into venting my anger on those priceless glass objects. They just wouldn't let me go, asking me all sorts of questions and asking me to redo what I'd done. Over and over again. To make things worst, they couldn't figure out what exactly was my power(s), except that it was obviously, "Latent no more." They told me that they wanted me to report to this room called the Danger Room or something tomorrow at about 4pm, so that they could test me on my unlatent powers some more. I must have looked rather appalled at the name (or terrified), for they told me ('they' consisting of the Professor, Mr. Summers, and Mrs. Jean Grey) not to worry. Although at that precise moment, the short, muscled, and intimidating someone (Wolverine, I eventually found out) snorted. And Bobby burst into laughter that sounded slightly maniacal.
I was scared of this 'Danger Room' thing.
Now I'm REALLY scared.
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Chapter 3:
By the time I was allowed to get up and move around (and eat solid food by hand and no longer through a tube - I wasn't THAT impaired!), it was three days since the whole telekinesis incident, and I wasn't surprised that my legs couldn't actually support me (try being bed-ridden for four days). It took me about a day before I was finally able to coax my unresponsive limbs into movement - with the help of Dr. McCoy and the bed. Needless to say, it was a painful learning experience - one which I'd rather NOT go through again. There were, however, some people who found it quite funny. I wasn't one of them.
The Professor visited me frequently while I was a living vegetable, and told me about where I was, and what happened in and around the Mansion. I was going to be taught to handle my powers, as they could become more powerful and dangerous and thus out-of-hand, and hopefully find out where the rest of my latent abilities lie. I smiled in relief as he told me that I was going to stay somewhere on the second level of the mansion, although I felt my smile become one of resignation as he told me that I would be attending school as well. I KNEW there was a catch to all this. Oh yes, he said, and I wanted to groan. We would be getting a few new people soon as well, about my age, and they were going to attend the same school as I was going to. And to make things worse, there was to be training. Immediately after school each day.
Wasn't it great?
On my seventh day at the mansion, I was finally released from the Medi. Lab (what it was called - personally, I referred to it as the Torture Chamber, where I was endlessly poked and prodded - AND TORTURED - with instruments that looked like something out of a horror movie). As I gathered up my belongings, I wondered uncertainly as to what was going to happen next. The moment I stepped out the swishy door, my head turned towards the doctor, thanking him for his aid, I hit something hard, and went down forcefully, seeing stars. At first, I thought I had hit the door, although when it made a startled sound in protest, I realized that I had collided with a tall guy, even as I heard Dr. McCoy sigh.
I was sprawled atop the guy's legs, and I felt myself slowly colour as I stared into deep brown eyes. This was getting to be a habit. We must have stared at each other for about an eternity before I heard him ask me something.
"What?"
He sighed. "I asked if you could please get off my legs, Kelsey, before you completely kill my circulation."
Would that matter if I'm still going to HURT you eventually for that jab to my pride several days ago?
I moved anyways. Grumbling under his breath, he got to his feet, and held out a hand to me. I considered refusing it, but sighed, and took it. He was strong, I grudgingly allowed, even though he didn't seem so.
"I'm here to show you to your room," He said, and began leading me towards the stairs that led to the upper levels. We walked in silence, and that suited me fine. I wasn't in the mood for talking. The moment we stepped onto the second level, however, my eyes barely had time to register a moving form before it crashed head-first into me...while I stood at the edge of the staircase. Pin-wheeling my arms, I felt gravity taking hold of me, and with a startled cry, I felt myself fall backwards - onto something cold and hard.
I blinked.
And again, taking in my surroundings. A semi-circular sculpture-like ice shield was what had prevented me from plunging down the stairs I had just climbed, courtesy of my guide, Mr. Iceman, whose right hand was still extended and glowing faintly. I was still on the second floor. Someone was sitting on my lap. An asian-looking girl who was chewing gum. And the seat of my pants were getting wet. VERY wet.
"You must be the new girl," She brightly said, as if crashing into people coming up the stairs was a daily occurence for her. She blew a pink bubble and popped it. "I'm Jubilee. Pleased to meet ya."
I was rapidly losing all feeling in my behind by this time. Nonetheless, I smiled, although it felt plastic. "Kelsey." To my relief, she climbed off me quickly. I estimated her to be in her late teens or barely past that. Was there anyone MY age around here? She thudded down the stairs quickly, and I stood, even as Drake melted the ice-thingy. Dreading the worst, I turned and looked at the back of my jeans (the only one I had). My fears were confirmed.
It looked as though I had peed my pants.
Drake was watching me the whole time, and he laughed. Glare.
"Checking yourself out, Kelsey?"
HARDER glare.
He continued walking down the carpeted corridor, explaining things out to me for all that it was worth. "You'll be staying in the women's wing," HELLO? Did I look like a He-she to you? Did you EXPECT me to live in the men's wing? "Bathrooms - separated, obviously, and are down the hall, and meals are taken downstairs in the kitchen." Okay, and you're telling this to me because they're just obviously NOT straight-forward?
He stopped in front of a door that looked identical to ALL of the others that I had passed on my way here. Then he twisted the knob, and the door swung open. He sketched a bow. "Your room, Milady."
Milady? What was this, the medieval era?
Nonetheless, I stepped inside, my right hand absently travelling to the knob, and was struck by how cosy it looked, especially for something that seemed rather small. With my hand on the doorknob, my gaze swept the room, impressed. First of, it was carpeted. A bed stood proudly in the corner, and directly opposite from it was the closet. A desk stood in the other corner, a sturdy, cushioned chair in front of it. A double-paned window stood ajar, a slight breeze toying with the curtains. A computer was perched upon the desk. And it WORKED! (Why am I so happy, you ask? Try living with a broken computer for two years, with no ways of using it because your excuse for a brother refused to get it fixed and was too lazy to get rid of it, and so it just sat there staring you in the face, taunting you for all it was worth. And the school I had gone to was so poor that they COULDN'T afford computers.)
A sneeze sounded from another room. There was another sneeze, this time louder, and to my surprise, I saw a young woman stagger through the left wall.
THROUGH the fricking wall.
She smiled at me while I was busily gathering up my dropped jaw, and her smile was almost sheepish. "You must be Kelsey, am I right?" I nodded, this time trying to screw my eyeballs back into their respective sockets. She - through - but - the wall - what - how - THROUGH! - Oh, I give up.
"I'm Katherine Pryde, or Kitty," Her grin must have widened at my face, for she explained that her power enabled her to phase through anything solid. "I'm sorry if I scared you," She spoke apologetically, blowing a strand of chestnut hair out of her eyes. "That happens sometimes, I'm afraid. I lose control of my ability when I sneeze, as embarassing as it sounds, and it sometimes sends me phasing through whatever I'm leaning on - like the wall just now." It had something to do with the molecules of her body, and how she was able to...'spread' them apart so that she could drift through unhindered like a apparition.
"Wow," I heard that lone word leave my lips, and I winced inwardly. Predictably, that Drake-guy (whom I had happily forgotten up until he decided to make himself re-known) snorted. I wished that I could shoot myself. Or, even better, him.
"Natural conversationalist, isn't she?" He remarked. I decided then that shooting him would be too merciful. Kitty, however, scowled at him.
"Leave her alone, Bobby," She said, and I immediately liked her. Her voice lowered, directed at me. "Be careful of him," She warned. "His idea of a joke can be perverted."
I smiled wryly. "Believe me, I know."
"I heard that!"
Kitty returned my smile. Then she took her leave, smirking as she walked pass Drake (I later found out that she was merely visting for the summer, and not actually living here. Darn. I could have used some help with Him).
It would be amazing, I mused, to be able to do that. In my mind's eye, I imagined the hand that was on the doorknob becoming almost ghost-like, seeing it pass through the doorknob, misty-looking but yet solid at the same time.
An odd sensation passed through my right hand, and I glanced down. Then I did a double-take, and immediately lost the funny tingling.
The HECK?
My hand was below the doorknob.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" I heard Drake ask me from behind. I shushed him, and upon instinct, repeated what I did, with the whole imagining what would happen if I could phase my hand through objects. Again, I felt my hand take on a weird feeling, and I swept it upwards.
With the both of us watching (as in Drake and me), my right hand passed right (oh look, a pun) THROUGH the knob.
Oh.
Wow.
I could do what Kitty could.
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"Are you absolutely sure, Bobby?" I heard as I stretched my head in an attempt to better my hearing, as they were trying to keep their voices low. Where was I? Right outside Professor Xavier's office on ground level, beside a barely ajar door, having been fetched after about five minutes in my new room. It was Mr. Professor who was speaking. He had this grave, solemn voice that was easily recognizable (even for me, and my memory stinks). The person beside me (who had fetched me) was watching me amused. Blond hair+blue eyes+southern accent=good-looking.
"Positive, Professor. I was there, remember? I saw her hand pass through the knob, as if she had Kitty's powers." This was Drake, whose voice I'd recognize ANYWHERE. "Could this be part of her latent power?"
"It is most-likely, but I am unsure. I wish I could access her mind, however. It appears that she is well-shielded."
The following silence unnerved me. "You mean - we can't -," This was the red-head...Mrs. Grey? Mrs. Summers?
"Yes, Jean. I tried establishing a link when she was in the Medi-Lab, but she...pushed me aside." Well, this was interesting. I was practically immune from...er, mind-invasions? Something like that.
"Must have been embarassing for you." A new voice, almost guttural and feral. I didn't know who he was, and so craned my neck even farther to catch a glimpse of the speaker. HowEVER..."But I don't need any fancy telepathy to tell that she's listening to every word that we're saying right now."
There was a silence following that proclamation, in which I silently cursed that guy for noticing. Someone must have reached over, for the door closed with an almost mocking click a few moments later.
"Nice try," The guy beside me offered, grinning widely. I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help returning his grin, although mine was probably laced with frustration. I mean, come on. It was MY life they were most probably discussing in there. Didn't I have a right to know?
"I'm Kelsey Rias." I said in way of introduction.
"Ah'm Sam Guthrie. You must be the new girl people are talking 'bout." News must sure travel fast around here. "How long have you been here?"
Er..."About a week, I guess. Although they were spent in the Torture - I mean, Medi-Lab," I hastily corrected my slip of tongue. His smile widen at my use of the word 'torture.'
"Yeah, ah've been there too. Not too fond of it either."
Pause.
"How long have you been here?" I asked after there was an awkward silence.
He wrinkled his forehead in concentration. "Oh geez, ah don't really know," He confessed after awhile. "It feels like forever since ah first came here, but if you mean as part of the X-Men, then ah'd say several months, give or take a few, ah guess."
"What d'you mean?" Give me an H! Give me a U! Give me another H! Put them together, and give me a HUH? "When you say, 'as part of the X-Men' does that mean that before several months ago, you weren't an X-Men?"
"Yeah. Ah was part of this group called the X-Force. You've probably heard of it...?"
I shook my head. The door swung open suddenly, startling us both, and Sir Drake stepped out. "The Professor wants to speak to you, Kelsey." Then he stepped back in, and the door seemed to yawn intimidatingly, a rift in time. Oh great.
Sam seemed to notice my hesitation, for he leaned over slightly. "Don't worry," He assured. "He won't hurt you."
Right. I knew that. And I supposed he won't bite either?
All the same, I got up, and feeling decisively uneasy, stepped through the gaping void that functioned as a doorway. The Professor was at his desk, and three other people surrounded him. Sir Summers, Lady Jean Grey, and someone who was short, muscled, and intimidating. He watched me as if he was sizing up my every step, waiting for me to make a wrong move, just ONE mistake, so that he'd have an excuse to beat me up.
Resisting the impulse to dash out of the room screaming as if my life depended on it, I stepped forward to the Prof's desk, determined not to show any fear. Although I was convinced that the room's occupants could hear my gulps. But I wasn't scared. Oh no, I wasn't. Merely...cautious. Honest!
"Kelsey," the Prof. began, but my nerves must have made me jumpy, for I immediately cut in.
"Let me guess: Bobby told you what I had done earlier, and you want me to demonstrate it like a circus animal on parade -," I clapped a hand to my mouth. The last several words were NOT supposed to have come out. Mentally kicking myself, I waited for the Professor to berate me, yell at me, scowl, do something un-positive. To my relief, a smile merely quirked upon his lips.
"If you decide to put it that way, yes."
I complied, and imagined my hand as mist. Then, I swept my hand down towards the Professor's desk in a sweeping arc...and through. My eyes bulged, however, as there was a slight crackle in the air, followed by a thin sheet of ice that came from my palm, closely trailing my corporeal hand and wedging itself into the corner of the Professor's desk as my limb entered it. If that made any sense.
Basically, I had just used Kitty's AND Iceman's powers in one shot. And destroyed part of the Professor's desk at the same time.
There was a silence that greeted my performance (ok, there already had been a silence to begin with), one which was broken (unenthusiastically, if I may add) by me.
"So, um...can I go now?"
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It was perhaps three hours later when I was finally allowed to go. In that time period, I had nearly broken various glass and priceless items, a result of my out of control telekinesis. That combined with the fact that I wanted OUT was enough to frustrate me into venting my anger on those priceless glass objects. They just wouldn't let me go, asking me all sorts of questions and asking me to redo what I'd done. Over and over again. To make things worst, they couldn't figure out what exactly was my power(s), except that it was obviously, "Latent no more." They told me that they wanted me to report to this room called the Danger Room or something tomorrow at about 4pm, so that they could test me on my unlatent powers some more. I must have looked rather appalled at the name (or terrified), for they told me ('they' consisting of the Professor, Mr. Summers, and Mrs. Jean Grey) not to worry. Although at that precise moment, the short, muscled, and intimidating someone (Wolverine, I eventually found out) snorted. And Bobby burst into laughter that sounded slightly maniacal.
I was scared of this 'Danger Room' thing.
Now I'm REALLY scared.
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