***(Static and Hannah are mine, almost everything else belongs to Marvel!)
"Cuts right to the chase..." Kurt mumbled sarcastically as he walked in.
"Well, it's a bit hard to not noti—" Hannah began. She wasn't used to seeing blue people, but was trying especially hard to overlook it— that's what she'd want someone else to do with her...
"I was being sarcastic."
"Oh, were you? I couldn't tell," Hannah continued, and no one in the group could tell whether *she* was being sarcastic or not. Angel worked hard to keep a straight face, but Xavier, undaunted, sat in on of the two chairs in the first room.
"Make yourself at home..." she smirked when Xavier sat down in the only chair in the front room. "I'll get some more chairs," Hannah continued. The blonde-in-the-trench coat said, "Do you have one without a back?"
Hannah blinked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Sure— in my bedroom, by the mirror. Would you mind getting it for me while I get two more out of the kitchen?" The blonde-in-the-trench coat nodded, heading for her room as Hannah walked into her own kitchen, making sure neither Blue-skin nor Baldie could see her 'hostage'. She shut the door behind her and began to grab two chairs, leaving the last, (occupied by Jaccob) alone. "You be quiet. I've got people in there."
Jaccob mumbled something very black both in his mind and through the gag. "That wasn't nice. You broke in, not me," Hannah chastised. "Fine!" she finally said, letting go of the chairs and undoing the gag and the scarves that were tied around his arms. "You're very lucky, mein Herr. Any other time someone breaks in, I would have let the polizei have you. You wait until the people are gone, then I'll let you out the front door. I'm sure it's because you're such a charmer."
Jaccob only offered a small half-smirk, glancing at the girl, and then away. The way her eyes kept shifting to different shades of that muddled brown color really unnerved him. He was certainly glad that he had his little 'charm' ability— he didn't think the girl would have let him off if he hadn't. It wasn't the only thing he had in common with his cousin, Remy Lebeau.
"Are you alright in there, Ms—" The blonde-in-the-trench coat was at the kitchen door, and he glanced between Static and Hannah.
"Busted..." Static winced, grabbing his other glove from by Hannah's laptop and putting it on. "Jaccob?" asked Blue-skin incredulously, (now also standing at the door.)
"You know him?! I came home and he was on my laptop reading my diary!" Hannah said, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Ah— but chére, I was only glancing by—" Static began, but saw Xavier by the kitchen door now. "Ahm— she used t'g't' my school, and some of the stuff on my laptop transferred to hers— dis be important stuff I be talkin' 'bout! And I came here 'cause I was gon' delete it...." he trailed off at the look Xavier gave him.
"I'll talk to you later. Please wait until after I'm done talking to Ms. Smith here, then I'll bring you to the mansion." Xavier said, sighing, and continued, "Warren, would you help her with the chairs?"
Hannah huffed indignantly, then sat in a chair leisurely, and said, "Yes. Help me with the chairs."
Static watched humorously, and said, "I be t'inkin' dat I won' mind dis one bein' at da mansion..." As Warren exchanged looks with Kurt, Static backed away, heading for the door.
Kurt walked towards Hannah, and as Hannah's look changed from smugness to confusion, -bamf-, they were in the front room. Hannah gulped loudly, trying to keep the contents of her last meal in her stomach, vaguely smelling the scent of sulfur and brimstone. "Was vas that?" she asked in a mixture of German and English.
"First, let us introduce ourselves," the bald guy said to her, taking a seat in one of the chairs. Warren sat down in the back-less one he had retrieved from her bedroom, and Blue-Skin also took a chair. After a moment, Static also sat down. She was a little freaked out— she had been in the kitchen, and now, she was in the living room— that didn't compute. She took a deep breath as the other began introducing themselves.
"First of all, I'm Charles Xavier, of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, also known as the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning." So— the bald guy was Xavier...
"Warren Worthington the third," the blonde-in-the-trench coat said, smiling and giving her a nod. She smiled back. "Hey— wait. Warren Worthington as in Worthington Enterprises? Wow— be glad my social worker isn't here... I thought you were supposed to have wings," Hannah said calmly, the same way she might say it was about to rain. Her social worker, Cheryl Stone, not only had an aversion to mutants, but she owned roughly 2,000 shares of Worthington stock that was going downhill.
Hannah then said, "Never mind..." Next to him, on the floor, was a solitary white feather.
"Kurt Wagner." This was blue-skin. He reached forward, extending a three- fingered hand. Woah— okay— three fingers there... People don't have three fingers! Hannah took a deep breath, took his hand, smiled, and said, "Herr Wagner," with a smile and an inclined head. "And I'm Hannah Smith, as I'm sure you know..." She took her hand back, but not before mumbling something about, "Fuzzy."
Kurt 'blushed' slightly, unnoticed by the others, and listened as Xavier began his little recruiting speech. "As I said, I represent the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, and I'd be honored to have you as a student."
Hannah raised an eyebrow. "What is it that I have in common with Mr. Kleptomaniac over here?" Static huffed. "I wasn't stealing, I was—" Xavier held a hand up. "Well, Jaccob here, or Static as we like to call him, can control electricity. In fact, he needs it to survive. Kurt Wagner can teleport, traveling through an entirely different dimension and appearing in this dimension up to about a mile away almost instantaneously, as he did with you and the chair."
"Yes, I remember that. That was pleasant..."Hannah murmured sarcastically...
Then, it all clicked. These people knew she was a mutant. It was like her worse nightmare come true... "Mein Gott im himmel..." she murmured softly, taking a few deep breaths.
"Yes, Hannah. We know you're a mutant. I would like for you to come to the school so we can help you better control your abilities. Could you please list them off? I was able to detect your empathic and telepathic abilities, but I know there are more," Xavier said.
"Oh, Gott," Hannah said, largely ignoring Xavier.
"Look, Hannah," Jaccob began, ignoring a sharp look from Xavier, "I've been living dere for a year now, and I ain't dead, and I don't be on some operatin' table havin' experiments done on me, so I think it's safe to say you can trust Xavier..."
"Oh, yeah. That helped," Angel said to Kurt, who only smiled in return.
"Can't argue with that... That's some ironclad logic," Hannah said softly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She was still pretty freaked. "Fine. You know where I live anyway..."
"Telepathism, empathism, cell-separation and all of the fun stuff that comes with that..."
"Yes, go on," Xavier prodded.
"Well, I could demonstrate. Can I use you as an example?" she asked Kurt.
"Me?" Kurt asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "You're the closest to my physique."
"Wait then. What do you mean?" Xavier asked. He knew about the tail, but figured it was best for Hannah to come out with it. Sighing, Hannah pulled up her right pant leg, revealing the diamond shaped, flat end of her tail. "He's got a dagger, and I've got a diamond, but I don't think that'll matter," she began, then stopped. Her tail flushed a deep purple color, and then was back to it's normal pinkish.
"That's been happening a lot lately. All over— not just on my tail. I've also been noticing some strange protuberances on my back— they fade in and out, they'll be here on day and gone the next. Hurts like crazy. The only thing I can think of is more mutations, but I certainly hope that isn't the case."
Xavier only nodded, digesting the information. Angel however, was concerned, and said, "Ahm— may I feel?" Hannah was a bit taken aback by this request, but shrugged, turning around and saying, "Sure." Angel walked over to her, feeling her shoulder blades. Her shoulder blades were sticking out a lot more than was normal, but it was just enough to not be that noticeable through her clothing.
"There's another set down lower," Hannah said. Angel raised his eyebrows, moving his hands down lower. There was another set of the identical protuberances. They were hard— like bone. "Wings..." Angel murmured softly, mostly unheard by all except the professor, who heard the word in thought. Angel walked away mutely, sitting down.
"Don't know? I figured you wouldn't," Hannah said. Xavier turned to Kurt, saying, "Kurt, if it's alright?"
Kurt nodded. "As long as she doesn't try to alter my personality or something," he said humorlessly.
Hannah smiled. "Of course not!" Kurt began to say something, but Hannah was already moving her chair over, and her hands were on his face, resting just on his cheeks. Kurt blushed slightly, and Hannah murmured, "Relax..."
She opened the door to his mind, and was instantly surrounded by corridors. She 'walked' around for a while, but was constantly faced with dead ends and doors. ~You have to trust me...~ She murmured, frustrated.
~Sorry...~ He answered.
Suddenly, there was a clear pathway, and his 'orb' was in front of her a ways. ~No need to be sorry. ~ She walked to it, and began memorizing the 'data'.
***(Meanwhile)
Xavier was becoming alarmed. Both of their minds were completely blocked off to him, and the two of them were teleporting erratically in place, filling the air with the noxious smell of sulfur.
"Where's a fan when you need it?" Jaccob asked, sighing. He wasn't too sure what was happening. He watched in amazement as they began 'porting faster and faster in place, until they were blinking on and off. Suddenly, Hannah pulled back.
She stared for a second, then said, "Oy— mein Gott!" and ran or the kitchen's trash can, promptly expelling her last meal. She wiped her face with a paper towel, and murmured to herself as she came back in.
She ported back to her chair. "See? I've got his power now, and he's got his still—" she began, then abruptly stopped and Kurt screamed.
"Their minds are linked, and she's experiencing terrible pain! I can't close it!" Xavier yelled to Angel, as he rushed over to Hannah, still trying to close it off. Kurt had stopped screaming now, but he was holding his head as he leaned against the chair, biting his lip.
Hannah, however, fell to the floor, curling into a feral position, her knees to her chest and whimpering piteously as Kurt desperately tried to stop *feeling*.
Her back was hurting worse than it ever had— unbearably so. Her skin flushed a dark violet, and her fingers and toes melted together to match Kurt's own. Then, the pain in her back doubled, and tripled, and she finally lost consciousness...
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***(Later) Hannah awoke in a clean, starch white room on her side on some sort of hospital bed. The first thing she remembered doing was admiring how nice the room looked. Very clean. Then, the pain came back. It felt like someone had opened her back to tear out her lungs. Her fingers felt strange also— and she couldn't move them. She lifted her left hand, and gasped. She was a violet color. That she didn't mind. But the fact that she only had three fingers...
"Mein Gott im himmel..." she exclaimed loudly, and fell off the bed, landing painfully on her back.
"Gott..." she whimpered piteously, rolling over until she was on her side again. There seemed to be something on (or in, or coming out of) her back, but she was too weak to reach back and feel. Every bone in her body felt absolutely numb, and there was also a strange feeling in her right arm. Well— she could explain that. There was an IV needle in it.
Needle... Needle... Needle... She repeated the mantra over and over in her head, then finally bit her lip in pain as she pulled it out of her arm. She watched in disgust as blood came out of the newly opened vein, and she covered it with her three-fingered hand in an attempt to stop the flow. She pulled her arms to her shirt, wiping off some of the blood. Wait— she hadn't been wearing this shirt! This was *not* her shirt! How did she get in a different shirt?
~Hey, while I'm asking questions, WHERE IN HÖLLE AM I? ~ She screamed inside her head, and began taking deep breaths again. She was fairly content now to just sit and whimper. The IV must have had some sort of painkiller in it, because the pain was coming to the fore with a vengeance.
"Oh, God!" someone exclaimed. Hannah pulled her legs to her chest in response.
The girl was lying on the ground, curled into a ball like a child, two pairs of midnight-black wings protruding from her back. Annie, the 'school nurse' was totally speechless. Xavier had brought the girl and Kurt in to the med lab two days earlier. Kurt had been fine, he was in shock a little bit, but he had been fine. Xavier had went to recruit the girl, she had used her powers with Kurt, and had sprouted wings. The wings had grown so fast that her skin hadn't been able to stretch fast enough, and they had split her back open. She had put some stitches in the girl's back, but considering the amount of blood on the floor; they must have come out. The IV lay on the ground next to her, and the girl's wrist was bleeding. Apparently, she had woken up, freaked out, fallen off the bed and pulled the needle, and the stitches out. Annie hesitated only a moment longer, and then she bent down and attempted to pick the girl up.
The girl was too heavy. She was roughly 5'11" (though you couldn't tell because she was rolled up in a ball,) and Annie couldn't lift her. The girl certainly wasn't helping— she was staying in her little ball, mumbling something in another language. (It wasn't German— Annie knew that.) She clicked the little communicator on her collar, and said, "Guys? Ahm— sleeping beauty here woke up and she's on the floor, babbling about something. I can't lift her."
"I know, Annie," came Northstar's voice.
"How—?"
"Kurt's eyes are all glassy and he's praying— the Professor said their minds are linked. We're on our way."
Hannah felt the woman try and lift her, and she made her body go limp. Once the woman left her alone, she ventured her arm to her back, and felt around. Holy— Wings. And down lower— another set of wings. She winced, pulled out a feather and looked at it, still praying to herself. It was deep, midnight black, with just the hint of the dark red of drying blood... She paused in her prayer just long enough to swear in English, and then she was back to praying.
Northstar arrived at the med lab, shortly followed by Warren and Xavier. Kurt 'bamfed' himself in, taking a seat in a chair and continuing his uninterrupted flow of German prayers.
"Hank should be here in a little bit— he was saying something about why the girl had to wake up during lunch— Calvasse!" Northstar exclaimed, seeing the girl curled up in a ball on the floor, blood beginning to pool out around her.
"I know," was all Annie said as Warren bent down to pick her up, making sure not to crumple her pairs of wings, (which was fairly hard to do,) and set her down on the hospital bed again.
"Do you want to try and heal her, Warren?" Annie asked quietly, to which Warren replied, "What blood type?"
"She doesn't have one," came a deep voice from the entrance to the med lab. "She doesn't even have DNA as far as I can surmise— Her blood's almost an exact match for Kurt's, with just a few anomalies."
Kurt seemed a bit taken aback by this, but Xavier only nodded. "It's a fairly new mutation as far as I can tell. While her imprinting power was 'fun' and sometimes useful, now it's become a necessity. Her body was trying to grow wings and turn violet, but it didn't have the information needed to do so. Her fingers and toes are all Kurt's though."
Kurt was relieved that the poor girl's imprinting him hadn't caused *all* of her new mutations— at least not directly, and looked up when she began talking. "Will you quit talking about me like I'm not here?" she asked, practically growling at them all and weakly trying to make eye contact with Warren.
"Sorry," Warren said to her, then continued to Annie, "Hook her up to the IV, and we'll try and heal her."
Annie got a new needle, and walked up to the girl, and was about to put it in when the girl snapped at her, Annie drawing back in horror and just narrowly missing the girl's teeth. "You keep. That needle. Away. From. Me," she growled.
"Ahm, Warren?" Annie asked nervously, still backing away from Hannah and handing Warren the needle. Northstar was *almost* amused, but walked up to the girl. "Look, child, we're trying to help you. Calvasse!" he began and then exclaimed as the girl's tail hovered dangerously close to his neck. He hadn't realized it was that long.
Cain chose that particular moment to walk in. "Hah! You get him, kid," he said, laughing and sitting down to watch the show. Hannah ignored the voice that came from behind her, bringing her tail to rest on her hip, coiling it up tightly like a snake.
Warren sighed, setting down the needle and grabbing a surgery blade. He shallowly cut his wrist, and said, "Hannah, I'm going to try and help you, okay?" She nodded, so he sat down in back of her on the bed and smeared his blood across her back. Hannah practically retched, though there wasn't any food in her stomach. "Gross, gross, gross," she said, but Angel was deep n thought. If her wings worked— if they supported her body weight, then she might be able to fly better than him someday, with proper training. Angel briefly recalled the time when they had met Kurt's father, and learned of the Angels and the Demons, wondering which of them the girl belonged to.
His wrist began to close up, and slowly but surely, Hanna's wounds healed. After another moment, Angel got up, and Hannah attempted to prop herself up without leaning on her wings. Very hard to do, but she managed it as mostly all watched on.
"Where am I? When am I?" she asked, "And who in Hölle changed my shirt while I was asleep?"
Kurt laughed, cutting it short, relieved that the residual pain he had been feeling from Hannah was gone. He cut his laugh short as Beast began to talk.
"Well, dear girl, you're at the Xavier Institute's med lab. You've been out for two days, and needless to say, you've got wings now."
"And as for your shirt, that was me, when no one else was around, don't worry," Annie continued. "Yours was torn to shreds from your wings so Angel donated one of his altered shirts."
"No wonder it's so big..." Hannah said, laughing weakly as Annie let out her breath in relief. She had thought the girl was going to get mad at her...
As if sensing this emotion/thought, Hannah flashed Annie a particularly toothy grin, her canines glinting in the light...
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"Cuts right to the chase..." Kurt mumbled sarcastically as he walked in.
"Well, it's a bit hard to not noti—" Hannah began. She wasn't used to seeing blue people, but was trying especially hard to overlook it— that's what she'd want someone else to do with her...
"I was being sarcastic."
"Oh, were you? I couldn't tell," Hannah continued, and no one in the group could tell whether *she* was being sarcastic or not. Angel worked hard to keep a straight face, but Xavier, undaunted, sat in on of the two chairs in the first room.
"Make yourself at home..." she smirked when Xavier sat down in the only chair in the front room. "I'll get some more chairs," Hannah continued. The blonde-in-the-trench coat said, "Do you have one without a back?"
Hannah blinked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Sure— in my bedroom, by the mirror. Would you mind getting it for me while I get two more out of the kitchen?" The blonde-in-the-trench coat nodded, heading for her room as Hannah walked into her own kitchen, making sure neither Blue-skin nor Baldie could see her 'hostage'. She shut the door behind her and began to grab two chairs, leaving the last, (occupied by Jaccob) alone. "You be quiet. I've got people in there."
Jaccob mumbled something very black both in his mind and through the gag. "That wasn't nice. You broke in, not me," Hannah chastised. "Fine!" she finally said, letting go of the chairs and undoing the gag and the scarves that were tied around his arms. "You're very lucky, mein Herr. Any other time someone breaks in, I would have let the polizei have you. You wait until the people are gone, then I'll let you out the front door. I'm sure it's because you're such a charmer."
Jaccob only offered a small half-smirk, glancing at the girl, and then away. The way her eyes kept shifting to different shades of that muddled brown color really unnerved him. He was certainly glad that he had his little 'charm' ability— he didn't think the girl would have let him off if he hadn't. It wasn't the only thing he had in common with his cousin, Remy Lebeau.
"Are you alright in there, Ms—" The blonde-in-the-trench coat was at the kitchen door, and he glanced between Static and Hannah.
"Busted..." Static winced, grabbing his other glove from by Hannah's laptop and putting it on. "Jaccob?" asked Blue-skin incredulously, (now also standing at the door.)
"You know him?! I came home and he was on my laptop reading my diary!" Hannah said, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Ah— but chére, I was only glancing by—" Static began, but saw Xavier by the kitchen door now. "Ahm— she used t'g't' my school, and some of the stuff on my laptop transferred to hers— dis be important stuff I be talkin' 'bout! And I came here 'cause I was gon' delete it...." he trailed off at the look Xavier gave him.
"I'll talk to you later. Please wait until after I'm done talking to Ms. Smith here, then I'll bring you to the mansion." Xavier said, sighing, and continued, "Warren, would you help her with the chairs?"
Hannah huffed indignantly, then sat in a chair leisurely, and said, "Yes. Help me with the chairs."
Static watched humorously, and said, "I be t'inkin' dat I won' mind dis one bein' at da mansion..." As Warren exchanged looks with Kurt, Static backed away, heading for the door.
Kurt walked towards Hannah, and as Hannah's look changed from smugness to confusion, -bamf-, they were in the front room. Hannah gulped loudly, trying to keep the contents of her last meal in her stomach, vaguely smelling the scent of sulfur and brimstone. "Was vas that?" she asked in a mixture of German and English.
"First, let us introduce ourselves," the bald guy said to her, taking a seat in one of the chairs. Warren sat down in the back-less one he had retrieved from her bedroom, and Blue-Skin also took a chair. After a moment, Static also sat down. She was a little freaked out— she had been in the kitchen, and now, she was in the living room— that didn't compute. She took a deep breath as the other began introducing themselves.
"First of all, I'm Charles Xavier, of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, also known as the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning." So— the bald guy was Xavier...
"Warren Worthington the third," the blonde-in-the-trench coat said, smiling and giving her a nod. She smiled back. "Hey— wait. Warren Worthington as in Worthington Enterprises? Wow— be glad my social worker isn't here... I thought you were supposed to have wings," Hannah said calmly, the same way she might say it was about to rain. Her social worker, Cheryl Stone, not only had an aversion to mutants, but she owned roughly 2,000 shares of Worthington stock that was going downhill.
Hannah then said, "Never mind..." Next to him, on the floor, was a solitary white feather.
"Kurt Wagner." This was blue-skin. He reached forward, extending a three- fingered hand. Woah— okay— three fingers there... People don't have three fingers! Hannah took a deep breath, took his hand, smiled, and said, "Herr Wagner," with a smile and an inclined head. "And I'm Hannah Smith, as I'm sure you know..." She took her hand back, but not before mumbling something about, "Fuzzy."
Kurt 'blushed' slightly, unnoticed by the others, and listened as Xavier began his little recruiting speech. "As I said, I represent the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, and I'd be honored to have you as a student."
Hannah raised an eyebrow. "What is it that I have in common with Mr. Kleptomaniac over here?" Static huffed. "I wasn't stealing, I was—" Xavier held a hand up. "Well, Jaccob here, or Static as we like to call him, can control electricity. In fact, he needs it to survive. Kurt Wagner can teleport, traveling through an entirely different dimension and appearing in this dimension up to about a mile away almost instantaneously, as he did with you and the chair."
"Yes, I remember that. That was pleasant..."Hannah murmured sarcastically...
Then, it all clicked. These people knew she was a mutant. It was like her worse nightmare come true... "Mein Gott im himmel..." she murmured softly, taking a few deep breaths.
"Yes, Hannah. We know you're a mutant. I would like for you to come to the school so we can help you better control your abilities. Could you please list them off? I was able to detect your empathic and telepathic abilities, but I know there are more," Xavier said.
"Oh, Gott," Hannah said, largely ignoring Xavier.
"Look, Hannah," Jaccob began, ignoring a sharp look from Xavier, "I've been living dere for a year now, and I ain't dead, and I don't be on some operatin' table havin' experiments done on me, so I think it's safe to say you can trust Xavier..."
"Oh, yeah. That helped," Angel said to Kurt, who only smiled in return.
"Can't argue with that... That's some ironclad logic," Hannah said softly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She was still pretty freaked. "Fine. You know where I live anyway..."
"Telepathism, empathism, cell-separation and all of the fun stuff that comes with that..."
"Yes, go on," Xavier prodded.
"Well, I could demonstrate. Can I use you as an example?" she asked Kurt.
"Me?" Kurt asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "You're the closest to my physique."
"Wait then. What do you mean?" Xavier asked. He knew about the tail, but figured it was best for Hannah to come out with it. Sighing, Hannah pulled up her right pant leg, revealing the diamond shaped, flat end of her tail. "He's got a dagger, and I've got a diamond, but I don't think that'll matter," she began, then stopped. Her tail flushed a deep purple color, and then was back to it's normal pinkish.
"That's been happening a lot lately. All over— not just on my tail. I've also been noticing some strange protuberances on my back— they fade in and out, they'll be here on day and gone the next. Hurts like crazy. The only thing I can think of is more mutations, but I certainly hope that isn't the case."
Xavier only nodded, digesting the information. Angel however, was concerned, and said, "Ahm— may I feel?" Hannah was a bit taken aback by this request, but shrugged, turning around and saying, "Sure." Angel walked over to her, feeling her shoulder blades. Her shoulder blades were sticking out a lot more than was normal, but it was just enough to not be that noticeable through her clothing.
"There's another set down lower," Hannah said. Angel raised his eyebrows, moving his hands down lower. There was another set of the identical protuberances. They were hard— like bone. "Wings..." Angel murmured softly, mostly unheard by all except the professor, who heard the word in thought. Angel walked away mutely, sitting down.
"Don't know? I figured you wouldn't," Hannah said. Xavier turned to Kurt, saying, "Kurt, if it's alright?"
Kurt nodded. "As long as she doesn't try to alter my personality or something," he said humorlessly.
Hannah smiled. "Of course not!" Kurt began to say something, but Hannah was already moving her chair over, and her hands were on his face, resting just on his cheeks. Kurt blushed slightly, and Hannah murmured, "Relax..."
She opened the door to his mind, and was instantly surrounded by corridors. She 'walked' around for a while, but was constantly faced with dead ends and doors. ~You have to trust me...~ She murmured, frustrated.
~Sorry...~ He answered.
Suddenly, there was a clear pathway, and his 'orb' was in front of her a ways. ~No need to be sorry. ~ She walked to it, and began memorizing the 'data'.
***(Meanwhile)
Xavier was becoming alarmed. Both of their minds were completely blocked off to him, and the two of them were teleporting erratically in place, filling the air with the noxious smell of sulfur.
"Where's a fan when you need it?" Jaccob asked, sighing. He wasn't too sure what was happening. He watched in amazement as they began 'porting faster and faster in place, until they were blinking on and off. Suddenly, Hannah pulled back.
She stared for a second, then said, "Oy— mein Gott!" and ran or the kitchen's trash can, promptly expelling her last meal. She wiped her face with a paper towel, and murmured to herself as she came back in.
She ported back to her chair. "See? I've got his power now, and he's got his still—" she began, then abruptly stopped and Kurt screamed.
"Their minds are linked, and she's experiencing terrible pain! I can't close it!" Xavier yelled to Angel, as he rushed over to Hannah, still trying to close it off. Kurt had stopped screaming now, but he was holding his head as he leaned against the chair, biting his lip.
Hannah, however, fell to the floor, curling into a feral position, her knees to her chest and whimpering piteously as Kurt desperately tried to stop *feeling*.
Her back was hurting worse than it ever had— unbearably so. Her skin flushed a dark violet, and her fingers and toes melted together to match Kurt's own. Then, the pain in her back doubled, and tripled, and she finally lost consciousness...
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***(Later) Hannah awoke in a clean, starch white room on her side on some sort of hospital bed. The first thing she remembered doing was admiring how nice the room looked. Very clean. Then, the pain came back. It felt like someone had opened her back to tear out her lungs. Her fingers felt strange also— and she couldn't move them. She lifted her left hand, and gasped. She was a violet color. That she didn't mind. But the fact that she only had three fingers...
"Mein Gott im himmel..." she exclaimed loudly, and fell off the bed, landing painfully on her back.
"Gott..." she whimpered piteously, rolling over until she was on her side again. There seemed to be something on (or in, or coming out of) her back, but she was too weak to reach back and feel. Every bone in her body felt absolutely numb, and there was also a strange feeling in her right arm. Well— she could explain that. There was an IV needle in it.
Needle... Needle... Needle... She repeated the mantra over and over in her head, then finally bit her lip in pain as she pulled it out of her arm. She watched in disgust as blood came out of the newly opened vein, and she covered it with her three-fingered hand in an attempt to stop the flow. She pulled her arms to her shirt, wiping off some of the blood. Wait— she hadn't been wearing this shirt! This was *not* her shirt! How did she get in a different shirt?
~Hey, while I'm asking questions, WHERE IN HÖLLE AM I? ~ She screamed inside her head, and began taking deep breaths again. She was fairly content now to just sit and whimper. The IV must have had some sort of painkiller in it, because the pain was coming to the fore with a vengeance.
"Oh, God!" someone exclaimed. Hannah pulled her legs to her chest in response.
The girl was lying on the ground, curled into a ball like a child, two pairs of midnight-black wings protruding from her back. Annie, the 'school nurse' was totally speechless. Xavier had brought the girl and Kurt in to the med lab two days earlier. Kurt had been fine, he was in shock a little bit, but he had been fine. Xavier had went to recruit the girl, she had used her powers with Kurt, and had sprouted wings. The wings had grown so fast that her skin hadn't been able to stretch fast enough, and they had split her back open. She had put some stitches in the girl's back, but considering the amount of blood on the floor; they must have come out. The IV lay on the ground next to her, and the girl's wrist was bleeding. Apparently, she had woken up, freaked out, fallen off the bed and pulled the needle, and the stitches out. Annie hesitated only a moment longer, and then she bent down and attempted to pick the girl up.
The girl was too heavy. She was roughly 5'11" (though you couldn't tell because she was rolled up in a ball,) and Annie couldn't lift her. The girl certainly wasn't helping— she was staying in her little ball, mumbling something in another language. (It wasn't German— Annie knew that.) She clicked the little communicator on her collar, and said, "Guys? Ahm— sleeping beauty here woke up and she's on the floor, babbling about something. I can't lift her."
"I know, Annie," came Northstar's voice.
"How—?"
"Kurt's eyes are all glassy and he's praying— the Professor said their minds are linked. We're on our way."
Hannah felt the woman try and lift her, and she made her body go limp. Once the woman left her alone, she ventured her arm to her back, and felt around. Holy— Wings. And down lower— another set of wings. She winced, pulled out a feather and looked at it, still praying to herself. It was deep, midnight black, with just the hint of the dark red of drying blood... She paused in her prayer just long enough to swear in English, and then she was back to praying.
Northstar arrived at the med lab, shortly followed by Warren and Xavier. Kurt 'bamfed' himself in, taking a seat in a chair and continuing his uninterrupted flow of German prayers.
"Hank should be here in a little bit— he was saying something about why the girl had to wake up during lunch— Calvasse!" Northstar exclaimed, seeing the girl curled up in a ball on the floor, blood beginning to pool out around her.
"I know," was all Annie said as Warren bent down to pick her up, making sure not to crumple her pairs of wings, (which was fairly hard to do,) and set her down on the hospital bed again.
"Do you want to try and heal her, Warren?" Annie asked quietly, to which Warren replied, "What blood type?"
"She doesn't have one," came a deep voice from the entrance to the med lab. "She doesn't even have DNA as far as I can surmise— Her blood's almost an exact match for Kurt's, with just a few anomalies."
Kurt seemed a bit taken aback by this, but Xavier only nodded. "It's a fairly new mutation as far as I can tell. While her imprinting power was 'fun' and sometimes useful, now it's become a necessity. Her body was trying to grow wings and turn violet, but it didn't have the information needed to do so. Her fingers and toes are all Kurt's though."
Kurt was relieved that the poor girl's imprinting him hadn't caused *all* of her new mutations— at least not directly, and looked up when she began talking. "Will you quit talking about me like I'm not here?" she asked, practically growling at them all and weakly trying to make eye contact with Warren.
"Sorry," Warren said to her, then continued to Annie, "Hook her up to the IV, and we'll try and heal her."
Annie got a new needle, and walked up to the girl, and was about to put it in when the girl snapped at her, Annie drawing back in horror and just narrowly missing the girl's teeth. "You keep. That needle. Away. From. Me," she growled.
"Ahm, Warren?" Annie asked nervously, still backing away from Hannah and handing Warren the needle. Northstar was *almost* amused, but walked up to the girl. "Look, child, we're trying to help you. Calvasse!" he began and then exclaimed as the girl's tail hovered dangerously close to his neck. He hadn't realized it was that long.
Cain chose that particular moment to walk in. "Hah! You get him, kid," he said, laughing and sitting down to watch the show. Hannah ignored the voice that came from behind her, bringing her tail to rest on her hip, coiling it up tightly like a snake.
Warren sighed, setting down the needle and grabbing a surgery blade. He shallowly cut his wrist, and said, "Hannah, I'm going to try and help you, okay?" She nodded, so he sat down in back of her on the bed and smeared his blood across her back. Hannah practically retched, though there wasn't any food in her stomach. "Gross, gross, gross," she said, but Angel was deep n thought. If her wings worked— if they supported her body weight, then she might be able to fly better than him someday, with proper training. Angel briefly recalled the time when they had met Kurt's father, and learned of the Angels and the Demons, wondering which of them the girl belonged to.
His wrist began to close up, and slowly but surely, Hanna's wounds healed. After another moment, Angel got up, and Hannah attempted to prop herself up without leaning on her wings. Very hard to do, but she managed it as mostly all watched on.
"Where am I? When am I?" she asked, "And who in Hölle changed my shirt while I was asleep?"
Kurt laughed, cutting it short, relieved that the residual pain he had been feeling from Hannah was gone. He cut his laugh short as Beast began to talk.
"Well, dear girl, you're at the Xavier Institute's med lab. You've been out for two days, and needless to say, you've got wings now."
"And as for your shirt, that was me, when no one else was around, don't worry," Annie continued. "Yours was torn to shreds from your wings so Angel donated one of his altered shirts."
"No wonder it's so big..." Hannah said, laughing weakly as Annie let out her breath in relief. She had thought the girl was going to get mad at her...
As if sensing this emotion/thought, Hannah flashed Annie a particularly toothy grin, her canines glinting in the light...
OOC: There's the first four chapters, totally revamped— I noticed that there were some typos and some inconsistencies, etc, so please review and tell me if it's better!
Fifth chapter just needs to be typed and spell-checked, so it'll be up in a few days!
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