Chapter five: Exact definition

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A short while later, she was at the door of the Xavier Institute. Her eyes gleamed with cold pleasure as she rang the doorbell. It was answered few moments later by Logan, otherwise known as Wolverine. He grunted.

"What do you want?" He asked gruffly. She smiled in an amused benevolence.

"I have an appointment with Charles Xavier. Do tell him I've arrived, won't you?"

"Chuck didn't say nothin' about having an appointment." Wolverine said in an almost defensive tone.

"Are you the curator of his appointments?" She asked in perfect calm. This situation could have gotten very bad, had not Xavier himself drove in to the room.

"Logan, who is it?" He asked, coming in through the hallway door.

"Some woman says she has an appointment with you." Logan grunted again. He opened the door better, so Xavier could see Anya. Xavier's mouth opened in surprise.

"Charles, I have come here to discuss one of the students we have in common." She smiled again.

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In only a few minutes, they were in Xavier's study. Xavier had even been kind enough to serve Anya coffee, though to his surprise, she had refused any sugar or cream with it.

"Now, which student is it that you have come all this way for?" Xavier asked. In the hallway, several of the students were gathered outside of the closed door, pressing to hear the conversation inside. After all, everyone was curious as to why their Latin teacher had come all the way here. Of course, what they wanted to know the most was which one of them she was here to discuss.

"Mr. Wagner. Have we not already discussed Mr. Summers to the extent of sufficiency?" She asked, then paused to sip the coffee. "He shows symptoms of psychological problems."

"Kurt?" Xavier asked in surprise. "What psychological problem is it?"

"He seems to have developed an electra complex." She paused again. "It also seems that we are not the only parties participating in this conversation." She gestured to the door, which fell open, causing the students who had been leaning against it to fall in to a pile on the floor. They stammered apologies, and quickly filed away.

Xavier frowned as they skittered away, sending a mental message about speaking with them later. Anya smiled in her manner, sipping the coffee once more. A moment later, Xavier returned his attention to Anya.

"An electra complex, you say? On what grounds do you base this assumption on?" He asked in complete seriousness. Anya laughed lightly in response.

"If you doubt my word, can you not delve in to the mind of whom we discuss?" She smiled. "When a student who is still in high school is determined enough to write a fifty page paper in Latin to attain a date with one who is out of their age group, is it not time to be concerned?"

"How old are you, exactly?" Xavier asked. "You don't appear to be much over twenty."

"Ah, the eyes of the aged, how inaccurately they perceive those younger than them!" She continued to smile. She knew she was flat out being cruel now, but that was part of the game, wasn't it? "I, dear Professor, am not a day younger than thirty-two."

At that, he was shocked.

"I never would have guessed. You must have very good genetics."

"Oh yes, very good." She agreed. "Both of my parents have retained their youth remarkably well."

"And who are your parents?" Xavier was a bit excited at this chance to learn more about this mysterious person.

"Hm..." She sighed wistfully, then her expression hardened. "I am Anya Lehnsherr, heir to the throne of Magneto. I am the Light of Death."

She spoke so coldly that it was almost hard to believe that she had been the one sighing wistfully only a moment before.

"Once I find the key point, I will destroy this world."

With that, she stood and left the room. Xavier sat, blinking and wondering what had just happened.

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Some distance away, Anya sat under a tree, in the cool, moonlit night.

I had almost forgotten... This world drains the very existence away from my world. I have come here to destroy this world. I must not become distracted by such idle foolishness.

Sighing deeply, she picked up a smooth stone from the ground. After holding it for a moment, she spoke to it.

"Are you the key to destroying this universe?"

And to her surprise, it spoke back.

"You'd be surprised, Lady Anya." Mouse's voice cackled as her face appeared dully on the stone.

"Mouse!" Anya exclaimed, clutching the stone. "What is going on?!!"

"Uhm, that, it's, uh..." Mouse stammered for a moment. "I can't find it from here."

"What can you not find?!!"

"The, uh, key point to destroying that world." Mouse answered, seeming slightly embarrassed. "You see, there are so many programs overlapping, and then the virus complicating things, and then—" Mouse was cut off by Anya.

"Get me out of here. Now." Anya growled, as the tree she had been sitting under began to vibrate.

"Well, that's kind of impossible." Mouse stated. "At least at this point. You see, there are so many things complicating things, and then Kybard stole my intergalactic kakigori machine, and—"

But Anya didn't hear anything.

"Am... I stuck here? ... Me? Me?" She spoke to herself in disbelief, then burst out screaming

"I HATE THIS UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!"

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Stuck? In a universe like that? Poor Anya! Shall we hope she keeps her sanity? ^_^