Just a Girl - Brotherhood
"I don't like mister Logan," Marianne said to no one in particular, rubbing her sore left side, "that really hurt. I told him I couldn't fight! But did he believe me? Noooo."
"He just had to know what he had to teach you," Amara sighed as she looked at the older girl. They had just finished a morning training session and Logan had taken Marianne apart to see how far she was. Let's just say that he was putting together a special training program in order to get her from scratch up to speed with the others in as little time as possible.
They had agreed that Marianne would not join any kind of missions untill she learned to defend herself. Actually, it had not been Marianne's choice, she was simply told she wouldn't join on any mission until Logan thought she was ready. And to be honest, she didn't mind that one bit. Although it made her feel a little like a freeloader.
"I know, I know, but, you guys are all so good and I feel completely useless. Fighting never was my thing, though," Marianne burried her head in her hands, "I'm better with words. Don't think there is an X-men debate club, is there?"
"Don't think so," Rogue snorted from behind the wheel. Marianne looked at the gothic girl in surprise: this was actually the first word she had said to her since the day before.
"Uhm, guys? Ze Brozherhood is heading over here," Kurt informed as Rogue pulled the car over to a halt.
"Figures," Kitty snorted, "Marianne, like, don't let those jerks get to you."
"I'm not planning on it. They're mutants too, right?" Marianne kept her eyes on the group that was moving towards them.
"I zhougt Lance was part of that 'zhose jerks'," Kurt looked at the brunette who was first to get out of the car.
"Yeah, but, we, like, keep business and private seperated. Right now, he's a total jerk," Kitty replied.
"Look, a new X-geek," Lance smirked as soon as they were within hearing range.
"Shedoesn'tlookthattough," the silver haired boy spoke.
"Says the moving speed violation," Marianne sneered, "how many tickets do you get a day? The police department must get millions from you!"
"Thereisnolawagainstwalkingfast," Pietro glared at her with hatred.
"No, but there is against flying too low*. I'm surprised you can even stand still! You have no control what so ever. You think you're so hot, I wouldn't even give you the time of day," Marianne had watched him the two days before, and had come to the realisation that she did not like the boy.
"And what is your power, little girl?" Fred asked her.
"What's yours?" Marianne retorted.
"You can't hurt me, my skin is invulnerable," he boasted.
"There are other ways to get hurt. Try living your worst nightmare, try losing everything you care about, there are other ways to get hurt. Even if your skin is invulnerable, your mind isn't," she looked quietly at him.
"Ithinkyoulostit," Pietro sneered at her.
"You claim," Marianne walked forward and poked into Pietro's chest, "to be the," poke, "Brotherhood of Evil Mutants." Poke, "I'll tell you," poke "what I see," poke, "I see a couple," poke, "of boys," poke, "who think they're all that," poke, "while they're just plain scared to death," poke, "to face the real world."poke, "Grow up," poke, "you're scared and you blame the 'normal' humans," poke, "while it is yourself your scared of." At the end of her speech, Pietro stood backed up against the wall. Marianne fixed him with a cold glare, before turning sharply around and stalking off.
"Vow! Remind me never to get her mad!" Kurt grinned broadly.
"I, like, think we have to reconsider the X-men debate club," Kitty giggled as they took of, leaving a stunned looking Pietro to cope with the fact that a girl had just shut him up with only talking.
Rogue simply smirked: so the new kid had a back bone? To be honest, she hadn't thought that Marianne would be capable of doing anything important. Her unableness to fight had only strengthened that opinion. She had figured she was just a girl with an power that would end up destroying her, as she seemed to have no control over her powers.
Illusions, Rogue thought to herself, that were Marianne's powers, they were based upon deception, much like Mystique's. Mystique had got her hurt, and she was not about to allow anyone else to use and hurt her like Mystique had done. Even a girl who had managed to shut Pietro up.
*I know someone who got a ticket for speeding, but only, the cop didn't say speeding, he said, and I quote, 'flying too low'. So that does happen. Now that person who got the ticket always races like an idiot, so there's no surprise.
"I don't like mister Logan," Marianne said to no one in particular, rubbing her sore left side, "that really hurt. I told him I couldn't fight! But did he believe me? Noooo."
"He just had to know what he had to teach you," Amara sighed as she looked at the older girl. They had just finished a morning training session and Logan had taken Marianne apart to see how far she was. Let's just say that he was putting together a special training program in order to get her from scratch up to speed with the others in as little time as possible.
They had agreed that Marianne would not join any kind of missions untill she learned to defend herself. Actually, it had not been Marianne's choice, she was simply told she wouldn't join on any mission until Logan thought she was ready. And to be honest, she didn't mind that one bit. Although it made her feel a little like a freeloader.
"I know, I know, but, you guys are all so good and I feel completely useless. Fighting never was my thing, though," Marianne burried her head in her hands, "I'm better with words. Don't think there is an X-men debate club, is there?"
"Don't think so," Rogue snorted from behind the wheel. Marianne looked at the gothic girl in surprise: this was actually the first word she had said to her since the day before.
"Uhm, guys? Ze Brozherhood is heading over here," Kurt informed as Rogue pulled the car over to a halt.
"Figures," Kitty snorted, "Marianne, like, don't let those jerks get to you."
"I'm not planning on it. They're mutants too, right?" Marianne kept her eyes on the group that was moving towards them.
"I zhougt Lance was part of that 'zhose jerks'," Kurt looked at the brunette who was first to get out of the car.
"Yeah, but, we, like, keep business and private seperated. Right now, he's a total jerk," Kitty replied.
"Look, a new X-geek," Lance smirked as soon as they were within hearing range.
"Shedoesn'tlookthattough," the silver haired boy spoke.
"Says the moving speed violation," Marianne sneered, "how many tickets do you get a day? The police department must get millions from you!"
"Thereisnolawagainstwalkingfast," Pietro glared at her with hatred.
"No, but there is against flying too low*. I'm surprised you can even stand still! You have no control what so ever. You think you're so hot, I wouldn't even give you the time of day," Marianne had watched him the two days before, and had come to the realisation that she did not like the boy.
"And what is your power, little girl?" Fred asked her.
"What's yours?" Marianne retorted.
"You can't hurt me, my skin is invulnerable," he boasted.
"There are other ways to get hurt. Try living your worst nightmare, try losing everything you care about, there are other ways to get hurt. Even if your skin is invulnerable, your mind isn't," she looked quietly at him.
"Ithinkyoulostit," Pietro sneered at her.
"You claim," Marianne walked forward and poked into Pietro's chest, "to be the," poke, "Brotherhood of Evil Mutants." Poke, "I'll tell you," poke "what I see," poke, "I see a couple," poke, "of boys," poke, "who think they're all that," poke, "while they're just plain scared to death," poke, "to face the real world."poke, "Grow up," poke, "you're scared and you blame the 'normal' humans," poke, "while it is yourself your scared of." At the end of her speech, Pietro stood backed up against the wall. Marianne fixed him with a cold glare, before turning sharply around and stalking off.
"Vow! Remind me never to get her mad!" Kurt grinned broadly.
"I, like, think we have to reconsider the X-men debate club," Kitty giggled as they took of, leaving a stunned looking Pietro to cope with the fact that a girl had just shut him up with only talking.
Rogue simply smirked: so the new kid had a back bone? To be honest, she hadn't thought that Marianne would be capable of doing anything important. Her unableness to fight had only strengthened that opinion. She had figured she was just a girl with an power that would end up destroying her, as she seemed to have no control over her powers.
Illusions, Rogue thought to herself, that were Marianne's powers, they were based upon deception, much like Mystique's. Mystique had got her hurt, and she was not about to allow anyone else to use and hurt her like Mystique had done. Even a girl who had managed to shut Pietro up.
*I know someone who got a ticket for speeding, but only, the cop didn't say speeding, he said, and I quote, 'flying too low'. So that does happen. Now that person who got the ticket always races like an idiot, so there's no surprise.