Angela Hoxit © Me
All Other Characters © Marvel
italics = inner thoughts
"Silver Mirrors"
"Jealousy"
Chapter 5
The next morning came quickly, too quickly for most of the school's residents.
A knock came at Angela's door at about 9:30 am.
"Muh?" Angela moaned groggily, unwillingly answering the door.
It was the man with the red sunglasses, to whom she'd found out was called Scott.
"Change into these and come on," he said, handing Angela a pair of gray shorts and black t-shirt.
"Doing what now?" she mumbled, still half asleep.
"You've got to earn your keep if you're going to stay here. So get dressed and let's get started," Scott repeated, shutting the door on Angela.
"Get started with what?" she asked.
What they were getting started on was Angela's training session for the day. Scott, once they got down to the in-home gym, explained that Professor Xavier suggested that Angela train to become apart of the team. Mostly this was due to her being Logan's similar, skills wise.
"Ok, give me 20 push-ups," Scott instructed.
"Huh?" Angela grunted, cocking an eyebrow.
"Well, we have to start with the basics. We can't just start off in The Chamber right off the bat," he said.
Angela, muttering indistinctly a few choice obscenities, reluctantly got down and began her push-up set. To her dismay, Scott added about forty more to the first twenty. Just to show him up, during the last stretch, Angela attempted to perform a couple one-handed. But after five of them like that, she fell down on her face. Luckily those five had been the last five of the sixty push-ups.
"Good. Now next—"
By 12:30 pm, Angela felt like her arms were going to fall off. She was also very close to strangling Scott, but she intended to stay at the school for a while so she decided against it.
They then left the gym and began a new journey through the house, down assorted corridors and through many doorways.
"Are we there yet?" Angela whined.
Scott ignored her, turning down yet another hallway but stopping at its end.
It's about damn time, Angela heaved mentally.
Scott had Angela turn her back while he punched in the necessary codes and numbers to open the large steel door.
Once inside, Scott proceeded to the control panel to the right of the doorway. With the push of a few random buttons, the scenery turned to the outdoors— a dark shaded forest at night to be exact.
"What is this, Scooter?" Angela asked, looking around at the new near-realistic scenery.
"The name's Scott. And this is to help you adapt to different situations."
All of a sudden, a black shadow came from out of nowhere and tackled Angela to the ground.
"Jean!" Scott shouted at the red-haired menace.
Jean got up off of Angela's back.
"What the hell was that about?" Angela demanded, getting up and dusting herself off.
"Step off, toots!" Jean shot at her.
"Excuse me?"
Scott was the smart enough to take Jean and lead her towards the exit.
"I'll be right back, Angela. Just sit tight while I sort Jean out," Scott said, quickly ushering Jean out of the chamber.
The door snapped shut and Angela was alone. Or at least she thought she was.