~~~ Amara is portrayed meaner than she actually is. Other characters
mentioned that aren't familiar are made up. Todd, or Toad, and Pietro's
characteristics are from the comics. Todd is cute and not stuck in some
frog position. Pietro is smart and witty, not stuck up.~~~
THE ENEMY AND YOU 'Keep your friends close, And your enemies closer,' Yet how do you keep your steady pose, When all you have is your enemies? You two left alone, Can you work together When your death is prone? Is escape possible Even if you might want to kill yourself Or possibly her in the process? Or can you put the blade on a shelf?
Being visible for the first time is kind of like amnesia! You have to basically learn everything over again! That isn't very fun. The story I am about to tell you is not as fun as one might think. I wish it were! Everyone got to tutor me! This was what I think is my worst time of need. Colossus, who prefers if I call him Piotr, wasn't there at the time either. Syren didn't tutor me, which gave me great relief. Ever since that big fight between Colossus, her, and me, she ha forgiven him but not me! Her words still kind of stung but I was also still able to laugh about it. The only problem was Amara. She was not only a really good friend with Tabby but also Syren. The girl was sweet like Syren, but also like Syren, you didn't want her for an enemy. She was still a very confused girl, getting headaches and tremors at weird times. It didn't help that that also made her strong and almost as powerful as Xavior was with his powers, only his were under control. I was the topic of people for almost a month. It may seem like the best thing in the world, yet bad things about you usually circulate. Half the people hated me and half liked me. The brotherhood even talked about me and I was half-tempted to join them. I have spent leisurely time there though. Another thing I learned was that, unlike Rogue who "stole" people's powers or strength by touching them, my presence could dwindle other's powers. When I wasn't being tutored, I was with Xavior to be able to control them. Thank goodness that I had Pietro, Todd, Rahne, Jubilee, and Kitty as friends. Pietro and Todd didn't talk to me when I was with the other X-Men recruits but they were really fun to hang out with anyway. I was walking with Kitty down the hall one Thursday when she brought something up that would whirlwind into a chain of events. "Hey, Marianne!" she exclaimed. "Like, you know, like, what the best thing to do after school, like, this week is?" I shook my head and laughed. "What?" I asked playfully. She smiled. "Like, there is a dance on Saturday! We could, like, join the committee, like, and help prepare the gym for the dance!" she exclaimed. Great, something else I had to learn how to do! "No," I said shaking my head. "Oh, like, come on!" she begging. I tilted my head to the side. "I guess," I said. Like, great!" she exclaimed. "Like, see you!" Kitty ran into her English class and I walked into Art 1. I had been placed in easy classes so I could go easy while I tried to learn things I hadn't learned yet. I mean, I had nothing against Art 1! It was my favorite class and I often sneaked in to watch them work when I had been invisible. The only problem with it was that Amara was in the class. Todd was in there too though. He was really good. The guy could draw basically life-like drawings and really good anime. He was also very kind to me. I guess he kind of had weird powers too but not all that weird! The guy was cute and you couldn't even tell he was a mutant. Then again, you couldn't tell with most people. Yet, his special abilities were frog-like but he wasn't stuck in any frog-like position. We worked with clay. We made head sculptures. Mine wasn't very good, but as I mentioned before, Todd's was good. Amara's was good too, which aggravated me because she seemed good at everything to me. After that I had World Civilizations 1.Then, I had French. After that came lunch. Kitty again discussed the dance committee. I had to reassure her I would do it with her and then, after she went to eat with her other friends, I sat down with Pietro, Todd, Lance, Blob, and Tabby. Lance and Blob were arm-wrestling and, according to Tabby, it was just about to get interesting. In my opinion, arm-wrestling isn't fun or entertaining. I guess because Blob was one of the participants, Tabby was interested. "I cannot believe this," I muttered. "What?" Pietro asked. I sighed. "Kitty wants me to join the dance committee and I said 'yes!'" I explained. "You simply make up an excuse like you are not going to be in town that day or something!" Lance said, not taking his eyes off of the "sport." I laughed and shook my head. "Yeah, but YOU don't see her everyday and live in the same building!" I explained. They laughed at my predicament, which I didn't mind too much. In a way, it kind of made me laugh about it. Then again, it also made me kind of regret it more! All through the next day, I was regretting and nervous about the coming afternoon. Kitty kept telling me how fun it was going to be. I tried to see it that way but I have a way of not fitting in. Maybe that was the whole reason why I was worried but something told me there was more to it. Everyone gathered in the gym that afternoon that were going to help set up. There were normal people from the school: Vivian Garrison, Mandy Porter, Lisa Jesenksy, and Lisa's boyfriend, Tristan Moore. From the X-Men, there was Kitty, Jubilee who had been bribed by Kitty to join, Amara, and me. I honesty wish Amara didn't always happen to be where I was. If she was doing it on purpose, she didn't show it. I would hope not because, if I were her, I wouldn't want to go looking for someone who you hate just to get in a fight! Well, it was the spring dance that we were decorating for. The decorations and banners had flowers and hearts on them. It was rather girly but they didn't care, not even Tristan. Half were like, "Let's just get it over with!" Fights did start. Mandy had been flirting with Tristan and Lisa, who was in charge of the dance, didn't approve. Mandy was just as pretty as Lisa was but she flaunted all of her charming features. What made that fight worse was that Tristan didn't mind! Kitty kept talking about Lance. Vivian agreed that he was cute. That kept Kitty talking. That pissed Amara off and it ended up in one big fight! "No one really cares about him!" Amara cried. "Like, I do, like, so car!" she exclaimed. Vivian raised an eyebrow and gawked at Amara. "Where have you been, Amara?" she said. "I think every girl except you thinks he is cute! Am I right, Marianne?" I simply nodded, trying not to get into it. That upset Amara and started calling me names, bringing up the incident with Colossus. She said that I had been trying to get him for myself. Because of that, she said I couldn't be trusted. Of course, how does one simple action justify words or actions against a person? It just doesn't! She didn't have to trust me. Yet, it was wrong for her to try to use it against me especially when the argument was just plain stupid! The worst thing that could happen that day did. It became time to go home but we weren't done putting up the decorations and banners that we had made. Out of the dance committee, they elected that Amara and me stay to finish putting them up. Well, it is no piece of cake trying to put things up when the other person is uncooperative! She thought that the first Banner shouldn't go on the wall opposite the door. I agreed because I didn't feel like arguing. Amazingly enough, she didn't move it. Amara thought that the banner should have flowers surrounding it. Again, she did not do it because I agreed. So, I ended up putting flowers next to the doors on either side and putting them around the banner. "Hey, Marianne," Amara said. I looked at her. "What?" I asked. Amara fiddled with the baby's breath in her hand. "Never mind," she said. The room became quiet with no sound except tape ripping. Slowly, a sound that had been distant, seeming almost imaginary, became louder. The door opened in what seemed like slow motion. In came a man with a cape, weird outfit, and a helmet. Beside him was a blue-skinned woman with red-orange hair. I was thinking, "What the hell?" because Amara was walking closer to them. It was like some sort of family reunion to me. I didn't know that I was supposed to be wary. In snooping around, I had never seen these people before. Amara erupted into flames and I guessed what was going on. She sent the fire at them. Taking a hint, I did something you are warned against not doing in fire safety. Just a bit of water feeds a fire, if you catch my meaning. I don't know why but it didn't work. Suddenly I felt the wind knocked out of me. The blue woman had morphed into Jean Grey and blasted me back. Apparently, it was easier to deal with me than Amara. I got up and stood next to Amara. "Get... away..." she gasped. I realized I was doing it again. Slowly, I walked towards the man. I must have looked crazy with the grin I had on my face. He cried out but by holding out his hand, my bracelet got tighter. I fell back, holding my wrist. My fingertips began to turn purple. I cried out. He made it even tighter. It felt like my hand was being cut off. I felt tired and stumbled when I tried to stand up. Passing out, I could only hope Amara got away... When I woke up, I was in an odd room. There was no furniture. The room was completely made up of stone. I didn't see a door either! Amara lay beside me. We wore these outfits that made me feel weak. As she woke up, she realized that they had the same effect on her. She tried to burn them of, but she cried out in pain. "They seem to back-fire our powers!" she exclaimed. Her clothes were completely in tact, but parts of her were turning bruise- colored from her own fire. "See if it does the same for you!" she said. I did and found myself laughing. I was soaked but my clothes were dried. She gave me a look and I stopped. Then she began to giggle a horrid laugh. "We are going to die, Marianne!" she told me. "Do you realize it?" I shook my head. "That is so not true! Why would we die here?" I asked. "Because," she said quietly. Part of the far wall opened and the man walked through. "Magneto!" she hissed. I was thinking "what a stupid nickname," but it got a little weirder. My X- Men bracelet was off but I could feel the pain I had felt when he had tightened it around my wrist. "Yes?" he asked innocently. You could tell she bothered him a lot. "What do you have us here for?" she asked menacingly. Well, I was thinking, at least she said "we." I thought she was only going to worry about herself or want to be the only "damsel in distress!" Then again, she did seem to be playing the hero. I just seemed to be the useless sidekick, like in Batman and Robin. A person walked in behind him. It was a young man with white hair. He was very tall and wore simple glasses. He wore a suit without the outer coat that goes with it. "Well, Magneto said gesturing to the other man, "You have heard of William Sliker, I am sure. He is the man who 'created' Logan. Well, like him, I have created a mutant. He is like your friend Rogue only he can give people like me their powers permanently. Only, he needs other mutants energy to keep him 'running.'" The white-haired young man had not a wrinkle of old age. I guessed that was what this mutation did to his hair and him. Well, he smiled an awful smile and approached me. "Amara, my dear, you will be my energizer bunny but I can't say the same for your friend, here!" Magneto continued. "Say goodbye now!" The young man stood right in front of me now. He reached out to touch me. I decided to take the lessons of Professor Xavior into thought and play. I extended my hand towards him. Magneto laughed. "Look!" he said, "I don't think your friend realizes it won't work!" The white-haired young man had eyes like windows. They showed how sad he was and how much being what he was hurt him. He took my hand to drain me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on doing just the same thing, taking them from him. "Marianne, get away! It isn't going to work!" Amara cried. Her voice was only a feint whisper. Pain seared through me. I cried out but so did he. I gasped and opened my eyes. I was in a crouched position with him lying on top of me. I could feel his ragged breathing in my ear and the beat of his heart, which was beating fats. "Ha!" Amara exclaimed. "Looks like it doesn't work!" Magneto held up his hand. "Wait," he said. Sure enough, the young man slowly got to his feet. He breathed in deeply and looked down sorrowfully at me. "Finish the job," he told the man. He came towards me again. "Give me your hand," I said turning to Amara. "Are you crazy?" she exclaimed. "Just trust me!" She clasped her hand into mine. I felt energy returning. She winced and I let go. By now, he was touching me. I placed my head on his face and squeezed my eyes shut. He flung backwards as I expelled the energy I had absorbed. The young man twitched but he did not move. "Looks...like...you...lost..." Amara said through deep breaths. "No, I haven't," he said, "It has just begun!" As he walked out, he grimaced as Amara laughed. The white-haired young man was left in the room. "We did it!" I exclaimed. "No, YOU did it!" she retorted. I shook my head. "No, I was simply saving my own life," I said. The man stirred. "It isn't over yet!" Amara moaned. He sat up and looked at me with his silver-brown eyes. Blond color began to seep back into his hair. "Marianne, he looks just like-" Amara exclaimed before he cut off. "Marianne..." he said softly and Amara shut her mouth. I couldn't even craw over to him in the outfit that I had so I stared. "I am so sorry," he said, his head drooping. I stared at him. So many things were running through my mind. Who was he? I did not recognize him. "Who are you?" I asked. He looked up and came closer. His eyes searched mine. "I am your brother," he said, "Don't you remember me, Brad?" My eyes widened. My past ran through my head. When I was five, my uncle told us how we were born. He told us that we had been born invisible and he had to help the doctors and our mother. The doctors had been paid to keep it quiet. He said what we looked like for we could not see each other, only visible people. My uncle died later with my brother's and my triplet though, a week later. Amara raised an eyebrow and waved a hand at me. "Are you okay?" she asked. I snapped out of it. He began to undo the clothes that worked like straightjackets for my powers. My clothes were underneath, which was a relief. Then, he began to wok on Amara. "You are pretty odd, Brad," Amara said. "I mean, you are 'bad' one minute and then good the next! How does this work?" It was a good question that I had ignored as it traveled through my head earlier. He looked at me and then her and said nothing. I repeated the question. He took a deep breath. "I have been invisible for the past fourteen, almost fifteen, years! Then, about a month ago, I met Magneto. He told me he could make me visible. As he did, he meddled with my recessive power, the one you have. He brought it out and if I disobey, I suffer unimaginable pain. Of course, he usually has to KNOW I disobeyed him. He put some compound in my body that allows him to," he said, pausing to look at the "door" occasionally. "Still..." Amara started to say. "Still, what?" he asked. I trekked over near the door, trying to find a handle. Aggravated when I couldn't find one, I kicked the door. It swung open. They both looked over at me. "I never thought to try that when I was trapped in here!" he said softly, looking dazed. Suddenly, he cried out. He fell at Amara's feet, clutching his stomach. The white color began to return in his hair. "Thought you could escape, I see," a voice said. Its owner walked in. Magneto stood before us, seeing us quite belittled. His hands would have suited his attitude best on his hips but they were crossed behind his back. "Oh yeah!" Amara said in a sarcastic voice, looking at the ceiling. "We just thought we would waltz right out into the hallway and out the front door, past your moronic, little gooneys all the way home!" He stared at her, an eyebrow raised and unamused. "How original," he said. The blue-skinned woman, who I later learned was named Mystique, walked in with a silver liquid inside a shot. "No!" Brad cried. "Don't let her-" He was cut off as he doubled-over again. She approached him. Amara sidestepped and stood in the way. She tried to wrestle the shot out of Mystique's hand. Coming up, I swung a hit at Mystique's face. I am sure it did not hurt her, but, taken by surprise, she stumbled backwards and dropped it. The shot began to roll around on the floor. I scrambled after it as Amara faced Magneto. He held out his hand and the shot elevated off the ground. It shot towards him. I tried to intercept but missed. Colliding with the ground, I looked up and glared at him. I glanced at Amara. Her eyes widened as she saw what I intended to do. I charged him. He tried to stop me but I didn't have enough metal-based compounds such as lead in my body for him to stop me. You know how your head is the heaviest and most complex part of your body, well, imagine it rocked into someone's chest. With enough force, it can wind a person and possibly knock him out. Well, I am not strong but he tried to detach me from him physically, the shot shooting from his hands. Before he could try to get it back, Amara grabbed it. As he drew for it, she clutched it tightly. She skidded forward with it. She reached his shoulder and drew back her hand. I bit down into his other arm. The distracting worked and she drove the shot into his arm. The metal did not mix too well into his body. He walked backwards out of the room. "Mystique, we are going," he said. "We will come back later!" After they left, Amara turned to me. "You have the stupidest ideas!" she exclaimed. "Well, at least they work!" I retorted. So far, she had come up with no ideas that she had shared. I am not even sure if she thought of any. Well, she had probably spoke up then if she had any but she didn't. Amara held out her hand to Brad to help him up. Completely normal in appearance, he nodded in her direction. "Thanks," he said. "No prob." She replied with a slight nod of her head. She looked at me, still slightly upset. "So," she said, "how are we going to get out of here?" There was a soft "pop" behind me and her eyes widened. I swung around. Three people stood there: Kurt, Bobby, and Colossus. Piotr looked at me, his eyes full of worry. He took a step closer, arms held out. I rushed into them. Standing there, I felt absent minded. I totally forgot about everything except the owner of the smooth, long arms that enveloped me. The smell of his cologne was all I could smell. The black fabric on his shoulder was all I could see through half-shut eyes. When he pulled away, I was brought back to reality. He smoothed back my hair and I looked up. He was looking over my head, blushing. I looked over my back to see a little display Kurt and Bobby had going on. They were imitating two people kissing and then pointing at me, mouthing "kiss her!" I laughed before they could stop and shook my head.
"Hey!" Amara exclaimed. "Do you guys realized where we are?" Bobby nodded. "Of course!" he replied. Bobby turned to Kurt. "Where are we?" he asked. He shrugged. "I wish I knew!" he replied. I shook my head. "No, you don't!" Brad, Amara, and I retorted all at the same time. Looking back to the door, Brad said, "You guys might want to hurry up and go!" Colossus knitted his eyebrows together. "Who is he?" he asked. "Long story," I said shortly. Kurt took a step closer. "Okay," he said and held up three fingers. "I can only take up to two people at a time!" He took Brad and Bobby. Then, when he came back, he took Amara and Colossus. I, who volunteered, sat in the corner of the room. It took him at least four minutes after teleporting to come back. So, I waited. Every sound I heard made me jump. Five mintues passed and I was still waiting. I began to worry and rubbed the wrist that the bracelet. Kurt appeared, and, as I told you that I was doing, I jumped. He held out his hand. I took it and with a "pop", we disappearded. While teleporting, I saw blue-black color all around me. We weren't teleporting that fast! I could tell that much. My hand slipped and I began to fall as Kurt went through to the other side...
THE ENEMY AND YOU 'Keep your friends close, And your enemies closer,' Yet how do you keep your steady pose, When all you have is your enemies? You two left alone, Can you work together When your death is prone? Is escape possible Even if you might want to kill yourself Or possibly her in the process? Or can you put the blade on a shelf?
Being visible for the first time is kind of like amnesia! You have to basically learn everything over again! That isn't very fun. The story I am about to tell you is not as fun as one might think. I wish it were! Everyone got to tutor me! This was what I think is my worst time of need. Colossus, who prefers if I call him Piotr, wasn't there at the time either. Syren didn't tutor me, which gave me great relief. Ever since that big fight between Colossus, her, and me, she ha forgiven him but not me! Her words still kind of stung but I was also still able to laugh about it. The only problem was Amara. She was not only a really good friend with Tabby but also Syren. The girl was sweet like Syren, but also like Syren, you didn't want her for an enemy. She was still a very confused girl, getting headaches and tremors at weird times. It didn't help that that also made her strong and almost as powerful as Xavior was with his powers, only his were under control. I was the topic of people for almost a month. It may seem like the best thing in the world, yet bad things about you usually circulate. Half the people hated me and half liked me. The brotherhood even talked about me and I was half-tempted to join them. I have spent leisurely time there though. Another thing I learned was that, unlike Rogue who "stole" people's powers or strength by touching them, my presence could dwindle other's powers. When I wasn't being tutored, I was with Xavior to be able to control them. Thank goodness that I had Pietro, Todd, Rahne, Jubilee, and Kitty as friends. Pietro and Todd didn't talk to me when I was with the other X-Men recruits but they were really fun to hang out with anyway. I was walking with Kitty down the hall one Thursday when she brought something up that would whirlwind into a chain of events. "Hey, Marianne!" she exclaimed. "Like, you know, like, what the best thing to do after school, like, this week is?" I shook my head and laughed. "What?" I asked playfully. She smiled. "Like, there is a dance on Saturday! We could, like, join the committee, like, and help prepare the gym for the dance!" she exclaimed. Great, something else I had to learn how to do! "No," I said shaking my head. "Oh, like, come on!" she begging. I tilted my head to the side. "I guess," I said. Like, great!" she exclaimed. "Like, see you!" Kitty ran into her English class and I walked into Art 1. I had been placed in easy classes so I could go easy while I tried to learn things I hadn't learned yet. I mean, I had nothing against Art 1! It was my favorite class and I often sneaked in to watch them work when I had been invisible. The only problem with it was that Amara was in the class. Todd was in there too though. He was really good. The guy could draw basically life-like drawings and really good anime. He was also very kind to me. I guess he kind of had weird powers too but not all that weird! The guy was cute and you couldn't even tell he was a mutant. Then again, you couldn't tell with most people. Yet, his special abilities were frog-like but he wasn't stuck in any frog-like position. We worked with clay. We made head sculptures. Mine wasn't very good, but as I mentioned before, Todd's was good. Amara's was good too, which aggravated me because she seemed good at everything to me. After that I had World Civilizations 1.Then, I had French. After that came lunch. Kitty again discussed the dance committee. I had to reassure her I would do it with her and then, after she went to eat with her other friends, I sat down with Pietro, Todd, Lance, Blob, and Tabby. Lance and Blob were arm-wrestling and, according to Tabby, it was just about to get interesting. In my opinion, arm-wrestling isn't fun or entertaining. I guess because Blob was one of the participants, Tabby was interested. "I cannot believe this," I muttered. "What?" Pietro asked. I sighed. "Kitty wants me to join the dance committee and I said 'yes!'" I explained. "You simply make up an excuse like you are not going to be in town that day or something!" Lance said, not taking his eyes off of the "sport." I laughed and shook my head. "Yeah, but YOU don't see her everyday and live in the same building!" I explained. They laughed at my predicament, which I didn't mind too much. In a way, it kind of made me laugh about it. Then again, it also made me kind of regret it more! All through the next day, I was regretting and nervous about the coming afternoon. Kitty kept telling me how fun it was going to be. I tried to see it that way but I have a way of not fitting in. Maybe that was the whole reason why I was worried but something told me there was more to it. Everyone gathered in the gym that afternoon that were going to help set up. There were normal people from the school: Vivian Garrison, Mandy Porter, Lisa Jesenksy, and Lisa's boyfriend, Tristan Moore. From the X-Men, there was Kitty, Jubilee who had been bribed by Kitty to join, Amara, and me. I honesty wish Amara didn't always happen to be where I was. If she was doing it on purpose, she didn't show it. I would hope not because, if I were her, I wouldn't want to go looking for someone who you hate just to get in a fight! Well, it was the spring dance that we were decorating for. The decorations and banners had flowers and hearts on them. It was rather girly but they didn't care, not even Tristan. Half were like, "Let's just get it over with!" Fights did start. Mandy had been flirting with Tristan and Lisa, who was in charge of the dance, didn't approve. Mandy was just as pretty as Lisa was but she flaunted all of her charming features. What made that fight worse was that Tristan didn't mind! Kitty kept talking about Lance. Vivian agreed that he was cute. That kept Kitty talking. That pissed Amara off and it ended up in one big fight! "No one really cares about him!" Amara cried. "Like, I do, like, so car!" she exclaimed. Vivian raised an eyebrow and gawked at Amara. "Where have you been, Amara?" she said. "I think every girl except you thinks he is cute! Am I right, Marianne?" I simply nodded, trying not to get into it. That upset Amara and started calling me names, bringing up the incident with Colossus. She said that I had been trying to get him for myself. Because of that, she said I couldn't be trusted. Of course, how does one simple action justify words or actions against a person? It just doesn't! She didn't have to trust me. Yet, it was wrong for her to try to use it against me especially when the argument was just plain stupid! The worst thing that could happen that day did. It became time to go home but we weren't done putting up the decorations and banners that we had made. Out of the dance committee, they elected that Amara and me stay to finish putting them up. Well, it is no piece of cake trying to put things up when the other person is uncooperative! She thought that the first Banner shouldn't go on the wall opposite the door. I agreed because I didn't feel like arguing. Amazingly enough, she didn't move it. Amara thought that the banner should have flowers surrounding it. Again, she did not do it because I agreed. So, I ended up putting flowers next to the doors on either side and putting them around the banner. "Hey, Marianne," Amara said. I looked at her. "What?" I asked. Amara fiddled with the baby's breath in her hand. "Never mind," she said. The room became quiet with no sound except tape ripping. Slowly, a sound that had been distant, seeming almost imaginary, became louder. The door opened in what seemed like slow motion. In came a man with a cape, weird outfit, and a helmet. Beside him was a blue-skinned woman with red-orange hair. I was thinking, "What the hell?" because Amara was walking closer to them. It was like some sort of family reunion to me. I didn't know that I was supposed to be wary. In snooping around, I had never seen these people before. Amara erupted into flames and I guessed what was going on. She sent the fire at them. Taking a hint, I did something you are warned against not doing in fire safety. Just a bit of water feeds a fire, if you catch my meaning. I don't know why but it didn't work. Suddenly I felt the wind knocked out of me. The blue woman had morphed into Jean Grey and blasted me back. Apparently, it was easier to deal with me than Amara. I got up and stood next to Amara. "Get... away..." she gasped. I realized I was doing it again. Slowly, I walked towards the man. I must have looked crazy with the grin I had on my face. He cried out but by holding out his hand, my bracelet got tighter. I fell back, holding my wrist. My fingertips began to turn purple. I cried out. He made it even tighter. It felt like my hand was being cut off. I felt tired and stumbled when I tried to stand up. Passing out, I could only hope Amara got away... When I woke up, I was in an odd room. There was no furniture. The room was completely made up of stone. I didn't see a door either! Amara lay beside me. We wore these outfits that made me feel weak. As she woke up, she realized that they had the same effect on her. She tried to burn them of, but she cried out in pain. "They seem to back-fire our powers!" she exclaimed. Her clothes were completely in tact, but parts of her were turning bruise- colored from her own fire. "See if it does the same for you!" she said. I did and found myself laughing. I was soaked but my clothes were dried. She gave me a look and I stopped. Then she began to giggle a horrid laugh. "We are going to die, Marianne!" she told me. "Do you realize it?" I shook my head. "That is so not true! Why would we die here?" I asked. "Because," she said quietly. Part of the far wall opened and the man walked through. "Magneto!" she hissed. I was thinking "what a stupid nickname," but it got a little weirder. My X- Men bracelet was off but I could feel the pain I had felt when he had tightened it around my wrist. "Yes?" he asked innocently. You could tell she bothered him a lot. "What do you have us here for?" she asked menacingly. Well, I was thinking, at least she said "we." I thought she was only going to worry about herself or want to be the only "damsel in distress!" Then again, she did seem to be playing the hero. I just seemed to be the useless sidekick, like in Batman and Robin. A person walked in behind him. It was a young man with white hair. He was very tall and wore simple glasses. He wore a suit without the outer coat that goes with it. "Well, Magneto said gesturing to the other man, "You have heard of William Sliker, I am sure. He is the man who 'created' Logan. Well, like him, I have created a mutant. He is like your friend Rogue only he can give people like me their powers permanently. Only, he needs other mutants energy to keep him 'running.'" The white-haired young man had not a wrinkle of old age. I guessed that was what this mutation did to his hair and him. Well, he smiled an awful smile and approached me. "Amara, my dear, you will be my energizer bunny but I can't say the same for your friend, here!" Magneto continued. "Say goodbye now!" The young man stood right in front of me now. He reached out to touch me. I decided to take the lessons of Professor Xavior into thought and play. I extended my hand towards him. Magneto laughed. "Look!" he said, "I don't think your friend realizes it won't work!" The white-haired young man had eyes like windows. They showed how sad he was and how much being what he was hurt him. He took my hand to drain me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on doing just the same thing, taking them from him. "Marianne, get away! It isn't going to work!" Amara cried. Her voice was only a feint whisper. Pain seared through me. I cried out but so did he. I gasped and opened my eyes. I was in a crouched position with him lying on top of me. I could feel his ragged breathing in my ear and the beat of his heart, which was beating fats. "Ha!" Amara exclaimed. "Looks like it doesn't work!" Magneto held up his hand. "Wait," he said. Sure enough, the young man slowly got to his feet. He breathed in deeply and looked down sorrowfully at me. "Finish the job," he told the man. He came towards me again. "Give me your hand," I said turning to Amara. "Are you crazy?" she exclaimed. "Just trust me!" She clasped her hand into mine. I felt energy returning. She winced and I let go. By now, he was touching me. I placed my head on his face and squeezed my eyes shut. He flung backwards as I expelled the energy I had absorbed. The young man twitched but he did not move. "Looks...like...you...lost..." Amara said through deep breaths. "No, I haven't," he said, "It has just begun!" As he walked out, he grimaced as Amara laughed. The white-haired young man was left in the room. "We did it!" I exclaimed. "No, YOU did it!" she retorted. I shook my head. "No, I was simply saving my own life," I said. The man stirred. "It isn't over yet!" Amara moaned. He sat up and looked at me with his silver-brown eyes. Blond color began to seep back into his hair. "Marianne, he looks just like-" Amara exclaimed before he cut off. "Marianne..." he said softly and Amara shut her mouth. I couldn't even craw over to him in the outfit that I had so I stared. "I am so sorry," he said, his head drooping. I stared at him. So many things were running through my mind. Who was he? I did not recognize him. "Who are you?" I asked. He looked up and came closer. His eyes searched mine. "I am your brother," he said, "Don't you remember me, Brad?" My eyes widened. My past ran through my head. When I was five, my uncle told us how we were born. He told us that we had been born invisible and he had to help the doctors and our mother. The doctors had been paid to keep it quiet. He said what we looked like for we could not see each other, only visible people. My uncle died later with my brother's and my triplet though, a week later. Amara raised an eyebrow and waved a hand at me. "Are you okay?" she asked. I snapped out of it. He began to undo the clothes that worked like straightjackets for my powers. My clothes were underneath, which was a relief. Then, he began to wok on Amara. "You are pretty odd, Brad," Amara said. "I mean, you are 'bad' one minute and then good the next! How does this work?" It was a good question that I had ignored as it traveled through my head earlier. He looked at me and then her and said nothing. I repeated the question. He took a deep breath. "I have been invisible for the past fourteen, almost fifteen, years! Then, about a month ago, I met Magneto. He told me he could make me visible. As he did, he meddled with my recessive power, the one you have. He brought it out and if I disobey, I suffer unimaginable pain. Of course, he usually has to KNOW I disobeyed him. He put some compound in my body that allows him to," he said, pausing to look at the "door" occasionally. "Still..." Amara started to say. "Still, what?" he asked. I trekked over near the door, trying to find a handle. Aggravated when I couldn't find one, I kicked the door. It swung open. They both looked over at me. "I never thought to try that when I was trapped in here!" he said softly, looking dazed. Suddenly, he cried out. He fell at Amara's feet, clutching his stomach. The white color began to return in his hair. "Thought you could escape, I see," a voice said. Its owner walked in. Magneto stood before us, seeing us quite belittled. His hands would have suited his attitude best on his hips but they were crossed behind his back. "Oh yeah!" Amara said in a sarcastic voice, looking at the ceiling. "We just thought we would waltz right out into the hallway and out the front door, past your moronic, little gooneys all the way home!" He stared at her, an eyebrow raised and unamused. "How original," he said. The blue-skinned woman, who I later learned was named Mystique, walked in with a silver liquid inside a shot. "No!" Brad cried. "Don't let her-" He was cut off as he doubled-over again. She approached him. Amara sidestepped and stood in the way. She tried to wrestle the shot out of Mystique's hand. Coming up, I swung a hit at Mystique's face. I am sure it did not hurt her, but, taken by surprise, she stumbled backwards and dropped it. The shot began to roll around on the floor. I scrambled after it as Amara faced Magneto. He held out his hand and the shot elevated off the ground. It shot towards him. I tried to intercept but missed. Colliding with the ground, I looked up and glared at him. I glanced at Amara. Her eyes widened as she saw what I intended to do. I charged him. He tried to stop me but I didn't have enough metal-based compounds such as lead in my body for him to stop me. You know how your head is the heaviest and most complex part of your body, well, imagine it rocked into someone's chest. With enough force, it can wind a person and possibly knock him out. Well, I am not strong but he tried to detach me from him physically, the shot shooting from his hands. Before he could try to get it back, Amara grabbed it. As he drew for it, she clutched it tightly. She skidded forward with it. She reached his shoulder and drew back her hand. I bit down into his other arm. The distracting worked and she drove the shot into his arm. The metal did not mix too well into his body. He walked backwards out of the room. "Mystique, we are going," he said. "We will come back later!" After they left, Amara turned to me. "You have the stupidest ideas!" she exclaimed. "Well, at least they work!" I retorted. So far, she had come up with no ideas that she had shared. I am not even sure if she thought of any. Well, she had probably spoke up then if she had any but she didn't. Amara held out her hand to Brad to help him up. Completely normal in appearance, he nodded in her direction. "Thanks," he said. "No prob." She replied with a slight nod of her head. She looked at me, still slightly upset. "So," she said, "how are we going to get out of here?" There was a soft "pop" behind me and her eyes widened. I swung around. Three people stood there: Kurt, Bobby, and Colossus. Piotr looked at me, his eyes full of worry. He took a step closer, arms held out. I rushed into them. Standing there, I felt absent minded. I totally forgot about everything except the owner of the smooth, long arms that enveloped me. The smell of his cologne was all I could smell. The black fabric on his shoulder was all I could see through half-shut eyes. When he pulled away, I was brought back to reality. He smoothed back my hair and I looked up. He was looking over my head, blushing. I looked over my back to see a little display Kurt and Bobby had going on. They were imitating two people kissing and then pointing at me, mouthing "kiss her!" I laughed before they could stop and shook my head.
"Hey!" Amara exclaimed. "Do you guys realized where we are?" Bobby nodded. "Of course!" he replied. Bobby turned to Kurt. "Where are we?" he asked. He shrugged. "I wish I knew!" he replied. I shook my head. "No, you don't!" Brad, Amara, and I retorted all at the same time. Looking back to the door, Brad said, "You guys might want to hurry up and go!" Colossus knitted his eyebrows together. "Who is he?" he asked. "Long story," I said shortly. Kurt took a step closer. "Okay," he said and held up three fingers. "I can only take up to two people at a time!" He took Brad and Bobby. Then, when he came back, he took Amara and Colossus. I, who volunteered, sat in the corner of the room. It took him at least four minutes after teleporting to come back. So, I waited. Every sound I heard made me jump. Five mintues passed and I was still waiting. I began to worry and rubbed the wrist that the bracelet. Kurt appeared, and, as I told you that I was doing, I jumped. He held out his hand. I took it and with a "pop", we disappearded. While teleporting, I saw blue-black color all around me. We weren't teleporting that fast! I could tell that much. My hand slipped and I began to fall as Kurt went through to the other side...
