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Chapter 4:
4pm came rather quickly the following day. Needless to say, I was SO not anticipaing it. I had been in my room for just about the whole day, minus all of the basic necessities that involved getting out and moving around, like eating and washrooming (but let's not go there), unpacking my few items and trying to get the DANGED computer to work. How cruel could they get? Put a computer in a girl's room that's OBSOLETE? I wanted to kick it.
By the time Sam came to get me at about the 4pm mark, there was a sizable bruise upon my right foot, and I was limping. I sighed, even as he blinked in astonishment at the smoking computer screen (which had a hole the size of my foot in the center).
Note to self: computer screens DO break if kicked.
"Ah don' think that's supposed to have that." He said uncertainly.
"It's a new style," I replied, limping out the door with a piece of fabric tied tightly around my left leg (EVERYTHING happens to my left side...) in something akin to a tourniquet. Oh yeah, I couldn't feel my left leg. I think I killed the circulation there. Is that a good thing?
"Are you okay?" I turned to see Sam nod in the direction of my left leg, in reference to the limp.
"Oh yeah," I lied, even as pain stabbed viciously and suddenly up the foot I thought I couldn't feel, and as I winced while turning away from his questioning eyes. "I'm good." aND I'm NOT looking forward to that training thing!
Luck was NOT on my side that day, however, when Sam led me into the Danger Room (which didn't look that intimidating), there was no one around. He paused in the doorway, even as I stepped in and looked around, impressed by the nothingess aside from the metal walls and floors, and the glass podium-like area near the top of the room. I squinted my eyes. There wasn't - oh no, there WERE people in it. Oh dang it.
I turned around. Sam was gone. The door had closed, although there was a button near it on the right wall. As I headed towards it, however...
"Kelsey?"
I must have leapt about twice my height when the Professor's voice boomed out my name. From EVERYWHERE around me. In front, behind, above, below, left, right...any and every fricking place possible. And it scared the CRAP out of me.
"Can you hear me clearly?" The voice came again, echoing everywhere around me. Oh no, I really couldn't hear you. You'd have to speak up, yeah?
"Sure," I muttered, shifting my weight onto my right foot as my left foot began throbbing. It was really going to be a problem.
"Good." Pause. "We're going to test you on your strength, fitness, and agility first." WAIT!!! Strength? Speed? Agility? But...but...I SUCK!
"Wait a second!" I yelped in protest, even as he said, "Stand by."
All I got to say is, I entered the Danger Room at about 4:03pm.
I awoke in the Medi-Lab at about 4:05pm. IN the same bed that I had been a week ago.
When I was finally released after a thorough check-up (in which Dr McCoy, for some odd reason, missed my numb left leg), it was about 9:05pm, and as I left, I grabbed a roll of bandages, stuffing it in my palm. Thanking Dr. McCoy, I stepped out of the door, and crashed into someone tall and familiar. I sighed, tapping my fingers against the ground in exasperation, even as I realized that it was Bobby Drake whom I had collided with - again.
"We have got to stop meeting like this," He said, his lips curving into a smile. I merely frowned, glaring at him, although there were suddenly butterflies thudding into each other within my stomach as his smile widened at my behaviour.
When I finally reached my room, my face was burning, and I slammed it shut and slumped down against it, my fingers still clutching tightly onto the bandages.
I was going to have a problem getting even with him if I began liking him even a TEENSY bit, wouldn't I?
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I just wanna say...
I hate mornings.
And...
I hate perky people.
But ESPECIALLY...
I hate perky people in mornings.
And surprise, surprise, guess how I woke up the following day?
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"Kelsey! Wake up, Kelsey!" The voice came out of nowhere, energetic and full of life. I heard as the person drew the curtains of my window aside, muttering something about vampires probably being part of my ancestry. Grunting, I merely pulled my blanket more tightly over my head, burrowing deeper into the bed.
The voice sighed, and before I realized what was going on, someone yanked the blanket off my head, and when I opened my eyes blearily in protest and half-rose, Mr Sun greeted my eyes with an evil smile. Moaning, I flopped onto my stomach, burying my head under my pillow.
"G'way, won't ya?" I mumbled into the bed. A hand fell onto my shoulder and began shaking me HARD. I winced as the hand fell on my LEFT shoulder. Ya know, the one which was still sore from the time I met Toothy. The wound wasn't fully healed yet, and it hurt (obviously), along with the bandaged leg I had bound rather sloppily the night before.
Spare me the pain. Just shoot me now.
The voice sighed theatrically, and (thank goodness) the hand let go off me. "C'mon, Kelsey. It's like, 8 am, you know, and Scott never lets anyone sleep in, like, this late!"
"Well then I guess he won't mind me sleeping to 11." Fervently wishing that Jubilee would just PLEASE buzz off, I pulled my blanket out of her grasp and back over my head. Was she on drugs or something? NO ONE could be this hyper in the morning.
"Kelsey! The Professor told me to, like, wake you up! There're people downstairs he wants you to, you know, meet!"
People? Meet? ME?
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Ten minutes later found me limping down the stairs grumbling under my breath and yawning at the absurdity of waking up so early in the morning. Life was brutal.
Mr. Red-visor was there to greet me when I reached ground level.
"What took you so long? Didn't Jubilee wake you up?"
And I ask you, am I still asleep?
Settling for a tired nod instead, I began heading unsteadily in the direction of the kitchen. Mr. Summers grabbed my arm as I shuffled by him.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I glared at him. Said one word: Coffee.
Hastily, he released his grip on me, and even stepped back a pace. I guess he'd probably had experiences with sleep-deprived females not getting their coffee. Continuing my quest for coffee, I moved past him, ignoring him as he said, "You may want to be careful when drinking the coffee, becau -," His voice cut off as soon as I entered the kitchen, moving out of earshot of him. Found the coffee easily on the counter beside a wall.
Poured a full mug of it.
Downed it.
BAD move.
Because.
I.
CHOKED.
What exactly was this made of? It was STRONG. And, I realized through my splutterings and coughs, not only was I wide awake, but also that the nearby wall was now coffee splattered.
Oh dang. That REALLY wasn't good.
Quickly retreating out of the kitchen, I bumped into Monsieur Summers, who was looking at me expressionlessly. Although I swore that he was trying not to laugh.
"You never told me that the coffee was THAT strong," I sulked.
"I tried. YOU didn't listen. Now come on, you've kept everyone waiting for quite awhile already." With that, Mr. Summers strode away from the stairs and into an adjacent room. Still coughing, I stumbled after him, and paused with one hand on the doorway, catching my breath, my eyes fixed upon one spot of the ground which seemed to be jerking.
"There she is," The Professor's voice rang out throughout the room in that grave voice of his, and that startled me into looking up. There were two guys and a girl standing beside the Professor, along with Mrs. Jean Grey and Dr. McCoy. I absently wondered where Drake was, then proceeded to mentally kick myself for that. "This is Kelsey Rias." He paused for a moment, then continued. "Kelsey, these are the new recruits I told you who would be coming." Newbies? You never told me - oh wait...
The Professor began introducing each one present to me while I studied them with a caffeine-shocked brain. The first guy was tall and slender, with dark green eyes and a shock of red hair. He looked nervous, I noted, as he constantly clenched and unclenched his fists. Can't say I blame him. His name was Shane Gareth, and he looked to be no older than me.
Training my gaze on the second guy, whose name was Ryan Garner, I realized that he was extremely pale. And I don't think it was because of fear - he didn't look the least perturbed. He reminded me of an seraphic ghost, with his bleach-blond tousled curls, pale blue eyes, and somewhat angelic face. He was about my height, and was noticeably muscular.
When I turned my eyes on the girl, however, I felt my eyes widen, and then grow larger than it was. She was shorter than I was, with a tumbled mess of black hair that fell just past her shoulders, and had large brown eyes. Her tanned complexion added to her appearance, but standing beside Ryan made me immediately think of burnt toast (not that I'm trying to be racist or something) But what had caused my eyes to bulge twice and fall out (and I am now screwing them back in) was those appendages upon her shoulder blades or so. She, Cathryne Parri, had beautiful silver-hued and feathered wings. They ruffled every so often, shimmering in a myriad of ethereal colours as the sunlight streamed in through the windows.
"Stop staring, yo? Y'look like y've not seen anyone like me before." Someone said rather irritatedly, and it took me awhile to realize that the speaker was Cathryne. She was glaring at me icily. "And y'shou'd close y'mouth. Y're real' rude, y'know tha'?"
Whaaaat?!?!
"Hey, gimme a break," I spluttered. "You're the first person I've ever seen with wings, ok?" I watched as her feathers twitched almost in agitation at the sound of my voice, then settle down warily.
"Fine," She muttered. "But I stil' think tha' y're rude."
Her accent was really beginning to grate on my nerves. What kind of an accent was tha' - THAT?
"I'm. Sorry. Alright?" I managed. She gave me this smile that made my blood freeze. It was a smile that conveyed tones of yes-i-forgive-you, but I SWEAR was also predatorial and EVIL.
I shuddered.
The Prof. led the group through the mansion, and I just tagged along because I had nothing else better to do. He pointed out the upstairs, downstairs, dining room, washrooms, Danger Room, War Room, His room (His room?), Medi-Lab, Kitch -
The Professor stopped in mid-sentence even as he entered the kitchen, and stared at the spot where I had created a masterpiece of spluttered coffee. He didn't need telepathy to figure out who the cause of that stain was. All he said was, "Clean it up after this, Kelsey," even as I mentally cursed.
To make things worse, the Professor ended off the 'tour' by saying that SHE was going to be residing in the room adjacent to mine. AND that she was going to be attending the same school as I was. AND training was to be with me also. Upside was that the two guys (good-looking ones, if I may add - hey, I'm a girl, so I get to be all over guys.) were also going to be involved in whatever we'd be doing.
Although I wonder if that's a good thing. Especially if they're like her.
THAT made me shudder again.
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Chapter 4:
4pm came rather quickly the following day. Needless to say, I was SO not anticipaing it. I had been in my room for just about the whole day, minus all of the basic necessities that involved getting out and moving around, like eating and washrooming (but let's not go there), unpacking my few items and trying to get the DANGED computer to work. How cruel could they get? Put a computer in a girl's room that's OBSOLETE? I wanted to kick it.
By the time Sam came to get me at about the 4pm mark, there was a sizable bruise upon my right foot, and I was limping. I sighed, even as he blinked in astonishment at the smoking computer screen (which had a hole the size of my foot in the center).
Note to self: computer screens DO break if kicked.
"Ah don' think that's supposed to have that." He said uncertainly.
"It's a new style," I replied, limping out the door with a piece of fabric tied tightly around my left leg (EVERYTHING happens to my left side...) in something akin to a tourniquet. Oh yeah, I couldn't feel my left leg. I think I killed the circulation there. Is that a good thing?
"Are you okay?" I turned to see Sam nod in the direction of my left leg, in reference to the limp.
"Oh yeah," I lied, even as pain stabbed viciously and suddenly up the foot I thought I couldn't feel, and as I winced while turning away from his questioning eyes. "I'm good." aND I'm NOT looking forward to that training thing!
Luck was NOT on my side that day, however, when Sam led me into the Danger Room (which didn't look that intimidating), there was no one around. He paused in the doorway, even as I stepped in and looked around, impressed by the nothingess aside from the metal walls and floors, and the glass podium-like area near the top of the room. I squinted my eyes. There wasn't - oh no, there WERE people in it. Oh dang it.
I turned around. Sam was gone. The door had closed, although there was a button near it on the right wall. As I headed towards it, however...
"Kelsey?"
I must have leapt about twice my height when the Professor's voice boomed out my name. From EVERYWHERE around me. In front, behind, above, below, left, right...any and every fricking place possible. And it scared the CRAP out of me.
"Can you hear me clearly?" The voice came again, echoing everywhere around me. Oh no, I really couldn't hear you. You'd have to speak up, yeah?
"Sure," I muttered, shifting my weight onto my right foot as my left foot began throbbing. It was really going to be a problem.
"Good." Pause. "We're going to test you on your strength, fitness, and agility first." WAIT!!! Strength? Speed? Agility? But...but...I SUCK!
"Wait a second!" I yelped in protest, even as he said, "Stand by."
All I got to say is, I entered the Danger Room at about 4:03pm.
I awoke in the Medi-Lab at about 4:05pm. IN the same bed that I had been a week ago.
When I was finally released after a thorough check-up (in which Dr McCoy, for some odd reason, missed my numb left leg), it was about 9:05pm, and as I left, I grabbed a roll of bandages, stuffing it in my palm. Thanking Dr. McCoy, I stepped out of the door, and crashed into someone tall and familiar. I sighed, tapping my fingers against the ground in exasperation, even as I realized that it was Bobby Drake whom I had collided with - again.
"We have got to stop meeting like this," He said, his lips curving into a smile. I merely frowned, glaring at him, although there were suddenly butterflies thudding into each other within my stomach as his smile widened at my behaviour.
When I finally reached my room, my face was burning, and I slammed it shut and slumped down against it, my fingers still clutching tightly onto the bandages.
I was going to have a problem getting even with him if I began liking him even a TEENSY bit, wouldn't I?
---
I just wanna say...
I hate mornings.
And...
I hate perky people.
But ESPECIALLY...
I hate perky people in mornings.
And surprise, surprise, guess how I woke up the following day?
---
"Kelsey! Wake up, Kelsey!" The voice came out of nowhere, energetic and full of life. I heard as the person drew the curtains of my window aside, muttering something about vampires probably being part of my ancestry. Grunting, I merely pulled my blanket more tightly over my head, burrowing deeper into the bed.
The voice sighed, and before I realized what was going on, someone yanked the blanket off my head, and when I opened my eyes blearily in protest and half-rose, Mr Sun greeted my eyes with an evil smile. Moaning, I flopped onto my stomach, burying my head under my pillow.
"G'way, won't ya?" I mumbled into the bed. A hand fell onto my shoulder and began shaking me HARD. I winced as the hand fell on my LEFT shoulder. Ya know, the one which was still sore from the time I met Toothy. The wound wasn't fully healed yet, and it hurt (obviously), along with the bandaged leg I had bound rather sloppily the night before.
Spare me the pain. Just shoot me now.
The voice sighed theatrically, and (thank goodness) the hand let go off me. "C'mon, Kelsey. It's like, 8 am, you know, and Scott never lets anyone sleep in, like, this late!"
"Well then I guess he won't mind me sleeping to 11." Fervently wishing that Jubilee would just PLEASE buzz off, I pulled my blanket out of her grasp and back over my head. Was she on drugs or something? NO ONE could be this hyper in the morning.
"Kelsey! The Professor told me to, like, wake you up! There're people downstairs he wants you to, you know, meet!"
People? Meet? ME?
---
Ten minutes later found me limping down the stairs grumbling under my breath and yawning at the absurdity of waking up so early in the morning. Life was brutal.
Mr. Red-visor was there to greet me when I reached ground level.
"What took you so long? Didn't Jubilee wake you up?"
And I ask you, am I still asleep?
Settling for a tired nod instead, I began heading unsteadily in the direction of the kitchen. Mr. Summers grabbed my arm as I shuffled by him.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I glared at him. Said one word: Coffee.
Hastily, he released his grip on me, and even stepped back a pace. I guess he'd probably had experiences with sleep-deprived females not getting their coffee. Continuing my quest for coffee, I moved past him, ignoring him as he said, "You may want to be careful when drinking the coffee, becau -," His voice cut off as soon as I entered the kitchen, moving out of earshot of him. Found the coffee easily on the counter beside a wall.
Poured a full mug of it.
Downed it.
BAD move.
Because.
I.
CHOKED.
What exactly was this made of? It was STRONG. And, I realized through my splutterings and coughs, not only was I wide awake, but also that the nearby wall was now coffee splattered.
Oh dang. That REALLY wasn't good.
Quickly retreating out of the kitchen, I bumped into Monsieur Summers, who was looking at me expressionlessly. Although I swore that he was trying not to laugh.
"You never told me that the coffee was THAT strong," I sulked.
"I tried. YOU didn't listen. Now come on, you've kept everyone waiting for quite awhile already." With that, Mr. Summers strode away from the stairs and into an adjacent room. Still coughing, I stumbled after him, and paused with one hand on the doorway, catching my breath, my eyes fixed upon one spot of the ground which seemed to be jerking.
"There she is," The Professor's voice rang out throughout the room in that grave voice of his, and that startled me into looking up. There were two guys and a girl standing beside the Professor, along with Mrs. Jean Grey and Dr. McCoy. I absently wondered where Drake was, then proceeded to mentally kick myself for that. "This is Kelsey Rias." He paused for a moment, then continued. "Kelsey, these are the new recruits I told you who would be coming." Newbies? You never told me - oh wait...
The Professor began introducing each one present to me while I studied them with a caffeine-shocked brain. The first guy was tall and slender, with dark green eyes and a shock of red hair. He looked nervous, I noted, as he constantly clenched and unclenched his fists. Can't say I blame him. His name was Shane Gareth, and he looked to be no older than me.
Training my gaze on the second guy, whose name was Ryan Garner, I realized that he was extremely pale. And I don't think it was because of fear - he didn't look the least perturbed. He reminded me of an seraphic ghost, with his bleach-blond tousled curls, pale blue eyes, and somewhat angelic face. He was about my height, and was noticeably muscular.
When I turned my eyes on the girl, however, I felt my eyes widen, and then grow larger than it was. She was shorter than I was, with a tumbled mess of black hair that fell just past her shoulders, and had large brown eyes. Her tanned complexion added to her appearance, but standing beside Ryan made me immediately think of burnt toast (not that I'm trying to be racist or something) But what had caused my eyes to bulge twice and fall out (and I am now screwing them back in) was those appendages upon her shoulder blades or so. She, Cathryne Parri, had beautiful silver-hued and feathered wings. They ruffled every so often, shimmering in a myriad of ethereal colours as the sunlight streamed in through the windows.
"Stop staring, yo? Y'look like y've not seen anyone like me before." Someone said rather irritatedly, and it took me awhile to realize that the speaker was Cathryne. She was glaring at me icily. "And y'shou'd close y'mouth. Y're real' rude, y'know tha'?"
Whaaaat?!?!
"Hey, gimme a break," I spluttered. "You're the first person I've ever seen with wings, ok?" I watched as her feathers twitched almost in agitation at the sound of my voice, then settle down warily.
"Fine," She muttered. "But I stil' think tha' y're rude."
Her accent was really beginning to grate on my nerves. What kind of an accent was tha' - THAT?
"I'm. Sorry. Alright?" I managed. She gave me this smile that made my blood freeze. It was a smile that conveyed tones of yes-i-forgive-you, but I SWEAR was also predatorial and EVIL.
I shuddered.
The Prof. led the group through the mansion, and I just tagged along because I had nothing else better to do. He pointed out the upstairs, downstairs, dining room, washrooms, Danger Room, War Room, His room (His room?), Medi-Lab, Kitch -
The Professor stopped in mid-sentence even as he entered the kitchen, and stared at the spot where I had created a masterpiece of spluttered coffee. He didn't need telepathy to figure out who the cause of that stain was. All he said was, "Clean it up after this, Kelsey," even as I mentally cursed.
To make things worse, the Professor ended off the 'tour' by saying that SHE was going to be residing in the room adjacent to mine. AND that she was going to be attending the same school as I was. AND training was to be with me also. Upside was that the two guys (good-looking ones, if I may add - hey, I'm a girl, so I get to be all over guys.) were also going to be involved in whatever we'd be doing.
Although I wonder if that's a good thing. Especially if they're like her.
THAT made me shudder again.
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