I do not own X-Men, I only own Angela Hoxit.
Thoughts look like this :: ~_______ ~
Dreams look like this :: ________
Regular Dialouge looks like this :: "_____"
"Silver Mirrors"
"Someone Like You"
Chapter 2
Voices scattered around her, but they seemed only above a whisper to Angela.
"Will she survive?"
"She will recover fully, but-"
"What, Jean?"
"It seems when I got her in here, she was almost fully healed."
"What?!"
The voices then faded completely, as Angela slipped back into unconsciousness.
"How can they be so stupid?"
A woman, dressed in a white lab coat, stood over Angela as she lay on a
medical table. Holding her hand up, a bottle of blue liquid glided in midair into the
woman's open hand. She then pulled out the cork and dabbed some of the liquid onto
a cloth. As the woman reached down to touch Angela with the cloth, Angela's lime
green eyes flew open and she bolted up right on the table, her claws out and ready for
attack. She flashed a glance at the woman.
"Where am I?"
She hissed, half scared and half angry. The woman just stood there staring,
speechless. The woman's eyes widened as her eyes traveled down and spotted
Angela's claws. Fed up with the woman's silence, Angela jumped off the table and
hurried out the door, into a long metallic-colored hallway. The sudden cool air against
her bare skin made Angela realize her was wearing nothing at all. Covering what she
could, she made her way down the hall in search of some clothes. She soon found an
open closet then quickly put on the spare black sweatpants and jacket. With great
stealth, Angela then set out to find any clues to where she was.
"She just ran out?"
"Yeah. I think she went down this way?"
Angela then hurried her pace and turned down another hallway, and ran through a
door, entering a more home-like area. Fancy pictures and a long carpet adorned the
hallway. Seeing a slightly open door, she quickly ducked inside and shut the door
behind her. As she turned around, she saw she wasn't alone. It was a bedroom. And
on the bed sat a man. Angela felt her face redden as her eyes examined the stranger.
His body was well built, looking to be the result of many hard fights. His hair was a
deep black, slightly flared out along with long sideburns. And his eyes were a pale, yet
rich blue. Glancing to the side, the man jumped up at the sight of Angela.
"Who the hell are you?"
He demanded, long sliver claws sliding out from his knuckles. As a defense reflex,
Angela too brought out her metallic blades. As the two stared back at one another, a
smile appeared on the man's face.
"What so funny?"
"Nothing, Chesty La Rue."
He laughed. Angela glanced down and blushed beet red with embarrassment. Her
chest was almost fully revealed. Quickly, she zipped up the jacket all the way and
rushed the man, holding her blades close to his neck.
"That's not funny!"
She snarled, still blushing.
"Was pretty funny to me, La Rue."
"Shut up!"
Before Angela knew what happened, the man had flipped her onto her back onto the
bed beside her and was holding his claws to her neck. Just then, the door opened and a
young teenage girl stood in the hallway.
"Sorry to interrupt."
She giggled, seeing the two in the interesting position. Immediately, the man pulled
back and retracted his claws.
"It's not what it looks like."
The man held up his hands in defense. Angela got up from the bed and crossed her
arm, casting and angry gaze at the man beside her. Then, two more people appeared at
the door next to the girl. One was a woman, the one who Angela had encountered
earlier, and the other was a man wearing dark red sunglasses.
"There she is. What did you do, Logan?"
The woman came over and took Angela by the arm, leading her towards the door.
"Nothing, damn it!"
The two ignored the man and led Angela away down the hall. They took her to a
large room, which appeared to be an office. Behind the big wood desk sat an older
man in a wheelchair.
~Who is this guy? And where am I?~
Angela wondered, shrugging away the hands of the two people beside her.
~I am Professor Charles Xavier. And this is Xavier's School For Gifted
Youngsters.~
"What?! How- did you-"
"That is my power. I can read minds. And from what Jean had told me, you
have a healing ability."
I looked back at the woman standing by the door.
"How did I get here? I was in my car when I fell asleep-"
"You're car crashed in front of our school. We brought you in and fixed you
up. But it seems you took care of it yourself."
The Professor smiled at Angela, who just stared back in disbelief.
"Look! I know I'm a freak, so why rub it in?"
"I'm not rubbing anything in. I'm merely a bit surprised Logan isn't the only
one with claws like those."
The Professor motioned to Angela's hands.
"Who's Logan?"
As if on cue, the door burst open to reveal the man Angela encountered a few minutes
before.
"Speak of the devil."
Angela turned around and immediately began blushing again.
"Well, if it isn't La Rue."
The man smirked. Angela threw him a dirty look, her eyes blazing.
"I see you two have already met. Logan this is-"
"Angela."
She finished, keeping her eyes down.
"Why don't you two get better acquainted? It's not every day two mutants
have the exact same set of powers."
The Professor then left the room and was followed by the other three and the door
closed, leaving Logan and Angela alone.
Thoughts look like this :: ~_______ ~
Dreams look like this :: ________
Regular Dialouge looks like this :: "_____"
"Silver Mirrors"
"Someone Like You"
Chapter 2
Voices scattered around her, but they seemed only above a whisper to Angela.
"Will she survive?"
"She will recover fully, but-"
"What, Jean?"
"It seems when I got her in here, she was almost fully healed."
"What?!"
The voices then faded completely, as Angela slipped back into unconsciousness.
"How can they be so stupid?"
A woman, dressed in a white lab coat, stood over Angela as she lay on a
medical table. Holding her hand up, a bottle of blue liquid glided in midair into the
woman's open hand. She then pulled out the cork and dabbed some of the liquid onto
a cloth. As the woman reached down to touch Angela with the cloth, Angela's lime
green eyes flew open and she bolted up right on the table, her claws out and ready for
attack. She flashed a glance at the woman.
"Where am I?"
She hissed, half scared and half angry. The woman just stood there staring,
speechless. The woman's eyes widened as her eyes traveled down and spotted
Angela's claws. Fed up with the woman's silence, Angela jumped off the table and
hurried out the door, into a long metallic-colored hallway. The sudden cool air against
her bare skin made Angela realize her was wearing nothing at all. Covering what she
could, she made her way down the hall in search of some clothes. She soon found an
open closet then quickly put on the spare black sweatpants and jacket. With great
stealth, Angela then set out to find any clues to where she was.
"She just ran out?"
"Yeah. I think she went down this way?"
Angela then hurried her pace and turned down another hallway, and ran through a
door, entering a more home-like area. Fancy pictures and a long carpet adorned the
hallway. Seeing a slightly open door, she quickly ducked inside and shut the door
behind her. As she turned around, she saw she wasn't alone. It was a bedroom. And
on the bed sat a man. Angela felt her face redden as her eyes examined the stranger.
His body was well built, looking to be the result of many hard fights. His hair was a
deep black, slightly flared out along with long sideburns. And his eyes were a pale, yet
rich blue. Glancing to the side, the man jumped up at the sight of Angela.
"Who the hell are you?"
He demanded, long sliver claws sliding out from his knuckles. As a defense reflex,
Angela too brought out her metallic blades. As the two stared back at one another, a
smile appeared on the man's face.
"What so funny?"
"Nothing, Chesty La Rue."
He laughed. Angela glanced down and blushed beet red with embarrassment. Her
chest was almost fully revealed. Quickly, she zipped up the jacket all the way and
rushed the man, holding her blades close to his neck.
"That's not funny!"
She snarled, still blushing.
"Was pretty funny to me, La Rue."
"Shut up!"
Before Angela knew what happened, the man had flipped her onto her back onto the
bed beside her and was holding his claws to her neck. Just then, the door opened and a
young teenage girl stood in the hallway.
"Sorry to interrupt."
She giggled, seeing the two in the interesting position. Immediately, the man pulled
back and retracted his claws.
"It's not what it looks like."
The man held up his hands in defense. Angela got up from the bed and crossed her
arm, casting and angry gaze at the man beside her. Then, two more people appeared at
the door next to the girl. One was a woman, the one who Angela had encountered
earlier, and the other was a man wearing dark red sunglasses.
"There she is. What did you do, Logan?"
The woman came over and took Angela by the arm, leading her towards the door.
"Nothing, damn it!"
The two ignored the man and led Angela away down the hall. They took her to a
large room, which appeared to be an office. Behind the big wood desk sat an older
man in a wheelchair.
~Who is this guy? And where am I?~
Angela wondered, shrugging away the hands of the two people beside her.
~I am Professor Charles Xavier. And this is Xavier's School For Gifted
Youngsters.~
"What?! How- did you-"
"That is my power. I can read minds. And from what Jean had told me, you
have a healing ability."
I looked back at the woman standing by the door.
"How did I get here? I was in my car when I fell asleep-"
"You're car crashed in front of our school. We brought you in and fixed you
up. But it seems you took care of it yourself."
The Professor smiled at Angela, who just stared back in disbelief.
"Look! I know I'm a freak, so why rub it in?"
"I'm not rubbing anything in. I'm merely a bit surprised Logan isn't the only
one with claws like those."
The Professor motioned to Angela's hands.
"Who's Logan?"
As if on cue, the door burst open to reveal the man Angela encountered a few minutes
before.
"Speak of the devil."
Angela turned around and immediately began blushing again.
"Well, if it isn't La Rue."
The man smirked. Angela threw him a dirty look, her eyes blazing.
"I see you two have already met. Logan this is-"
"Angela."
She finished, keeping her eyes down.
"Why don't you two get better acquainted? It's not every day two mutants
have the exact same set of powers."
The Professor then left the room and was followed by the other three and the door
closed, leaving Logan and Angela alone.