Trusting In Shadows Chapter Three
(Most of the stuff in here is mine; everything except for the idea of mutants... hehe! And then at the end, the X-men aren't mine, but Jaccob is.)
(Pay attention— this is a year after chapter one, and two years before the end of chapter two!!!)
In the year since she left home, Sabrah had reached England. She stayed away from other people and major cities, only going in to buy or steal food and clothes. One late night, though, as she neared an orphanage, she realized she hadn't paid close enough attention.
"Well, hello, there..." said one of the two red-haired, green-eyed twins standing in front of Sabrah. "M'name's Victoria, and this here's Rebekah. Nice to meet you— What are you doing out so late?"
Sabrah was taken aback, and she silently cursed herself for not paying attention. "I am the Dämon..." she growled, using the German word for 'Demon'. Her eyes flashed yellow and then a bright green. The look that appeared on Victoria's face was so comical that Sabrah had to laugh. Rebekah, however, shoved her hand out, undaunted.
" 'Ello, Daemon," she said, trying to say 'Dämon', but her accent slurring the word so much that it came out different. Sabrah's lips curled slightly in an almost unnoticeable smile. As Sabrah smiled, Victoria's face came into focus.
"Ey— Rebekah! She's a bloody one of us! I s'pose that— Daemon— I s'pose that's a codename!" Victoria seemed pretty excited, as she turned to look at her sister. This time, it was Victoria's turn to laugh at the look on Sabrah's face. "That's okay— your secret's safe with us! Forget Victoria! Call me Vi! I also go by Fusion. Y'see, I can separate my own or any other person's molecules. Then, I can travel over great distances, or I can fuse me and anyone else together. This also works with inanimate objects, thought it looks pretty awful..." she said, then realized she was babbling.
"Call me Red. I used to go by Reb, but people didn't think that sounded right. I can pour my energy into stuff— trees, people, anything— and give them extra energy. Sometimes, like with a tree— I can make it grow fast. If I do it with Sara, I can let her meld us really well, and it's just bloody awesome!" the other one said, as Sabrah still stood dumbfounded, "So— what can you do?"
Sabrah lowered her eyebrows. "Do? One of you? What do you mean? Are you possessed like me?" she asked, her eyes widening.
"Possessed? Hah— not likely! We're mutants, dear. You know— we grew different than most, 'cause our parents have funny genes. Mutants. Short for 'Mutated folks with funny abilities'. All mutants have powers, " Rebekah continued. She couldn't believe that Sabrah didn't know what a mutant was.
Sabrah only sighed. So— she wasn't possessed— she was just a freak? She didn't know if that was much better. Why hadn't she thought of that before? Well— she had, but she hadn't wanted to admit it. Mutants were on the news all the time, and they were always feared and hated. She wasn't sure how being a half-demon was better than that, but heck. She then thought hard. All mutants had powers— she suddenly looked up.
"I can read minds. And feel feelings. And they're never mine— always everyone elses. That's why I stay away from towns," she said.
But that doesn't include my physical mutations... Sabrah thought suddenly. The thoughts and feelings weren't the only reason she stayed away from towns. She could just imagine the whole 'torch and pitchfork' scene if she ever really went into a town.
"Well— can you do it with me? Try it! I don't know, try putting you hands over my face or something. Try and enter just my mind." Rebekah said, her eyes raised a bit. Sabrah was a bit hesitant about this. What if it didn't work, and she was just being stupid? Sighing resolutely, she nodded. "Ach. Allright. Try sitting."
Rebekah's eyes lit with happiness. Sabrah was a bit confused when she felt the sudden rush of emotions. Rebekah was happy— she had a friend. Apparently, the girl didn't have a very happy life. Sabrah smiled hesitantly, feeling a bit of the deep depression that threatened endlessly to swallow her lift. Rebekah sat down, and then Sabrah followed, as Victoria watched with interest. Sabrah took Red's advice, placing her hands around the girl's face and closing her eyes tightly.
Almost instantaneously, 'she' was standing in front of some kind of doorway. She reached out and pulled on the doorknob, and it gave way. She walked into the next room and found herself in a hallway full of more doors. She opened a few, and was instantly in one of Rebekah's memories. As she opened more and more doors, she quickly found out a lot about the twins. They're parents had died when they were only 5, and they had been living in an orphanage ever since. They had a lot of money waiting for them in a trust fund for when they turned 21.
Rebekah was about to open another door, when she saw something that amazed her. Farther down the hallway, there was a glowing black orb, taller than 'she' was. She walked towards it, and felt a little resistance, but fought against it, and she was soon right by it. She stared at it for a bit, and suddenly, she was copying it. She memorized every detail of it, and soon realized that this was the girl's 'center'— her powers, her personality, her looks... She loved computers, and she knew that she had just stolen a page right out of its book— she was copying the girl's power. She knew how to use it— and she would, as soon as she got out.
She opened her eyes, and she was instantly out. The grass around them was growing wildly, but stopped about half a minute later. All three girls were wide-eyed.
"You— you started up my power while you were in there... You weren't in there for more than 2 minutes..." Rebekah said, her eyebrows lowered, confusion in her voice. Sabrah reached out her own hand and touched Rebekah. She felt a warm glow underneath her fingertips, and saw some kind of blue light pass between them.
"You got my power!" Rebekah then said, her eyes wide. Victoria laughed. "Well, she obviously didn't steal it, so don't worry about it. We need to get back to the orphanage—we're going to be in trouble something awful— Do you want to come, Daemon? They wouldn't ask questions..."
Sabrah's eyes widened. An orphanage... She could go there— just for a little while— until she could figure out where to go next. And maybe the girls could help her with her powers! "Ach— I guess..."
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(Now, we're roughly 2 and a half years past Chapter One, and 6 months before the end of chapter two! ^_^)
And so, she followed the other two to the orphanage.
In the year and a half she stayed, she made frequent visits to Red's mind, but always stayed away from the black orb. The power wore off after a week, but she didn't want to do anything like that— at least not for a while. Victoria was resistant to letting Sabrah into her mind at all, so Sabrah didn't push it. They helped her learn how to shield, and they soon developed latent telepathic and empathic abilities of their own— the three, no matter how far apart, (or so it seemed,) could always travel on the thread that connected them and talk. They knew what eachother were feeling, even on opposite sides of the orphanage, and knew when another was hurt. They frequently called eachother by their 'codenames' and grew to be best of friends. Sabrah even reluctantly showed them her physical mutations. They got her dark brown contacts, and she let her hair grow out so that it covered her ears. And she continued to tuck her tail into pants. The orphanage was becoming increasingly frustrated with her refusal to wear skirts.
The twins, however, were becoming increasingly alarmed with some of Daemon's oddities. She was becoming more and more of a 'neat freak' and becoming an 'everything-phobic', as Fusion liked to put it. She did things exactly equal, and sometimes, the twins would catch her touching all of the book spines in the orphanage's small library. She always made excuses, (I'm looking for a book...), but would go back and finish with all of them.
After a year and a half of this, the two of them confronted her.
"You're going to America." Red said, shoving a plane ticket in her hand. Sabrah looked at it, confused. "Look, I think you'll be able to find someone there who can help you better with your mutations than we can. We're saving up money to send ourselves there, too— We'll be coming soon. But you need to leave. You need to get your stuff, and be at the airport in 3 hours. No buts— I want to see you packing." Tears were now streaming down all three of their faces. Sabrah leaned in, and all three of them began to hug, and Daemon sighed. She had always wanted to go to America but—
"You're money! You've been saving forever! For me?"
Fusion looked at her. "Of course. We're a quarter of the way there for ourselves. We'll be there, maybe in a year. You should go. But before you leave— I want you to copy my power. At the least, it should get you out of some tight spots, " she said, offering a watery smile.
They all three sat down, and Daemon placed her hands on Fusion's face. She opened the doorway and headed straight to Fusion's power. This time, she stayed there for a long time, making sure she got every aspect of it memorized. When she opened her eyes, it was almost a half-hour later, and the two of them were in a totally different part of the building. Luckily, no one was around, and they teleported themselves back to Red.
Red sighed when they and held out something else for Daemon to take. Daemon stared at it, puzzled.
"It's your passport. Your new name is Hannah Smith. You're going to tell anyone who finds you in America that you can't remember your past. If we'd used your real name, people'd be able to find your parents, and you know what'd happen then. It says you've taken all your shots, too." Daemon smiled appreciatively. She hated shots in a 'lets kick the nurse to keep the needle away from me' way.
Red sighed, 'receiving' this thought. Daemon was afraid of rain, for reasons she wouldn't explain, didn't like male authority figures, or female for that matter... spiders, snakes and afraid of cats, Not afraid, just don't like! Daemon said, 'listening'. The list went on and on.
"You promise you will keep in touch?" Daemon asked, her eyes wide, to which Red responded, "Yes, my puppe." Daemon was about to comment on her friend's use of German, but instead took another item that was held out to her— a cell phone.
"I paid for the first two months, but after that, if you want to keep it, you have to pay for it," Fusion said, smiling at Daemon, who was close to tears again. "Thank you so much! You promise I'll see you? In a year?"
"Yes, Daemon..." Red was getting a little frustrated. Maybe Sabrah had only asked that question a few times aloud, but she'd definitely thought it a whole bunch. She then made a shooing motion. "You have to go now! We'll bring you to the airport, but that's when we part."
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They went to the airport, dropped Sabrah off, then left. Sabrah went onto the plane, and as soon as she was allowed, she went into the bathroom. She pushed against the door when it was still partially locked, and suddenly, the door flew open, and she went forward and slammed the front of her head against the opposite wall. She had wanted to make sure it was realistic. She felt her forehead, felt the wetness of blood, and thought to herself, "Too realistic..." as she passed out.
"Wh— where am I?" she asked in her German-accented-English as she woke up, 6 hours later. "Where am I? Who—? What's my name?" she was becoming increasingly hysterical as the passengers began to leave. Medics soon arrived on the scene, and she immediately quieted down at the sight of the sedative needles they were carrying. One of them got out her 'passport', and said, "German, Hannah Smith. Okay, let's get this girl in. She seems to have calmed down. So— don't like needles, huh? Well, I guess if she's really amnesiac, then anything's a start..."
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(Six months later— yay! We're all caught up to chapter two now! ^_^)
In the five months she had been in America, Sabrah was now actively trying to learn the (rest of the) language, and had totally transferred her 'being' to Hannah Smith. She answered only to that name, and didn't think she'd even turn around if someone actually called out, "Sabrah!" She went to an American school, and had a social worker. She lived in her own apartment.
Her social worker had brought her to a psychiatrist, who had diagnosed her as an amnesiac, depressed, and slightly obsessive-compulsive. Sabrah didn't see what was wrong with any of it. She was a pretty good actress; she prided herself on that. As for depression— everyone was depressed about one thing or another! Her a little more so than others, but so what? And if obsessive-compulsiveness meant that everything in her apartment was clean all the time, then she wished that everyone was it too. (You would too if you had seen some of the apartments she had seen!)
She was contemplating this as she got out the key to her apartment. She felt at the handle— the door was open. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she walked inside. She hadn't left it open, had she? She looked in the first room, the living room, and seeing nothing upset, quickly went into her own bedroom/bathroom. She quickly got her tail out of her pants, and headed for the kitchen/computer room, (the last room in her little apartment.) Maybe if there was someone in there, they'd be frightened off by her tail... And if worst came to worst, she could muster up whatever telepathic abilities she had and mind-swipe the person...
When she reached the room, she was startled to find that someone actually was in there. A boy with white hair was sitting up next to her laptop, one hand held over the screen. Information was flashing over it, including her diary, and school essays. She furrowed her eyebrows— she knew him! She had been at the same school as him for the first month she had been in America, and he lived in that Xavier's boarding house thing! What was he doing here?!
Suddenly, he turned towards her, and his electric lined blue eyes gazed at her fiercely. Then, his gaze quickly turned to shock at the sight of her tail, and Hannah grinned.
Jaccob sighed to himself at the sight of her tail. The girl had immigrated over, and when they had been in school together, he'd accidentally transferred some of his laptop's information onto hers (that was potentially damaging to him and the Xavier Institute.) As soon as he realized it, he'd been actively searching out where she lived, and was now trying to delete all of it before the Professor got a chance to get mad at him. But unfortunately, the girl had seen him going through her diary, (Okay— so that wasn't too smart a thing on his part, but could you blame him?), so he was now definitely screwed. And now she was grinning at him like the dangnable Cheshire Cat.
"Pardonn moi, chere..." he began, getting up. "Ahm— you see— When we were in school—" Jaccob began, then suddenly stopped dead. Hannah was putting some kind of partial mental block over his thoughts, and he was suddenly feeling very dizzy. He was going through an emotional roller coaster— from shocked, to surprised, to excited, to angry, to pissed, to stark raving mad, to sad, to depressed, to happy, to giddy and all around again. The girl was messing with his mind! As she approached him, he quickly reached out with an un-gloved hand, hoping to knock her out and leave.
It was only pure gut instinct that saved her. Hannah fell back, and her tail grabbed his arm where it was covered with his sleeve. She forced him back into the chair, and in a matter of maybe fifteen minutes, he was tied and gagged. (But not from any lack of effort on his part— he obviously hadn't trained enough in the physical parts of self-defense at the school, he thought wistfully) She stopped her empathic assault at that time, and sighed. Then there was a knock at the door. "Verdammt!" she hissed, leaving the room. She quickly tucked in her tail, doing it in record time, (Only 3 minutes!), but the door knocked a couple more times while she did so. She quickly tied on a sweater around her waist, and went to the door.
"Ach! I'm coming!" she called out, slightly annoyed. Why'd they have to come when she was about to interrogate her trespasser? She made sure the chain was still connected to the door, and then pushed her hair in front of her ears, opening it. "What?" she asked irritably.
"We wanted to talk to you. We represent a school that is particularly interested in your capabilities," one of them said, an older bald man.
"Ja. And I'm the bloody president's wife," she said, grinning.
One of the three people grinned, but the bald man only replied, "May we come in for a moment?"
Hannah shook her head, still smiling. "Sure... Whatever." She'd just have to keep them away from the kitchen!
She undid the chain, and opened the door fully. She then raised an eye at the three. One had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a long trench coat, another was the aforementioned older, bald man, and the last was sort of slouched, his head hidden from view. "Motley bunch..." she murmured to herself.
Then, the third person un-slouched, and his very blue face came into view. ~Oy gavalt...~ Hannah couldn't stop herself from thinking as her eyes went slightly wide. She opened her mouth to comment when his also blue tail came into view. She backed up, letting them into the house as she ferociously whispered, "Verdammt! He's got a bloody tail!"
(Most of the stuff in here is mine; everything except for the idea of mutants... hehe! And then at the end, the X-men aren't mine, but Jaccob is.)
(Pay attention— this is a year after chapter one, and two years before the end of chapter two!!!)
In the year since she left home, Sabrah had reached England. She stayed away from other people and major cities, only going in to buy or steal food and clothes. One late night, though, as she neared an orphanage, she realized she hadn't paid close enough attention.
"Well, hello, there..." said one of the two red-haired, green-eyed twins standing in front of Sabrah. "M'name's Victoria, and this here's Rebekah. Nice to meet you— What are you doing out so late?"
Sabrah was taken aback, and she silently cursed herself for not paying attention. "I am the Dämon..." she growled, using the German word for 'Demon'. Her eyes flashed yellow and then a bright green. The look that appeared on Victoria's face was so comical that Sabrah had to laugh. Rebekah, however, shoved her hand out, undaunted.
" 'Ello, Daemon," she said, trying to say 'Dämon', but her accent slurring the word so much that it came out different. Sabrah's lips curled slightly in an almost unnoticeable smile. As Sabrah smiled, Victoria's face came into focus.
"Ey— Rebekah! She's a bloody one of us! I s'pose that— Daemon— I s'pose that's a codename!" Victoria seemed pretty excited, as she turned to look at her sister. This time, it was Victoria's turn to laugh at the look on Sabrah's face. "That's okay— your secret's safe with us! Forget Victoria! Call me Vi! I also go by Fusion. Y'see, I can separate my own or any other person's molecules. Then, I can travel over great distances, or I can fuse me and anyone else together. This also works with inanimate objects, thought it looks pretty awful..." she said, then realized she was babbling.
"Call me Red. I used to go by Reb, but people didn't think that sounded right. I can pour my energy into stuff— trees, people, anything— and give them extra energy. Sometimes, like with a tree— I can make it grow fast. If I do it with Sara, I can let her meld us really well, and it's just bloody awesome!" the other one said, as Sabrah still stood dumbfounded, "So— what can you do?"
Sabrah lowered her eyebrows. "Do? One of you? What do you mean? Are you possessed like me?" she asked, her eyes widening.
"Possessed? Hah— not likely! We're mutants, dear. You know— we grew different than most, 'cause our parents have funny genes. Mutants. Short for 'Mutated folks with funny abilities'. All mutants have powers, " Rebekah continued. She couldn't believe that Sabrah didn't know what a mutant was.
Sabrah only sighed. So— she wasn't possessed— she was just a freak? She didn't know if that was much better. Why hadn't she thought of that before? Well— she had, but she hadn't wanted to admit it. Mutants were on the news all the time, and they were always feared and hated. She wasn't sure how being a half-demon was better than that, but heck. She then thought hard. All mutants had powers— she suddenly looked up.
"I can read minds. And feel feelings. And they're never mine— always everyone elses. That's why I stay away from towns," she said.
But that doesn't include my physical mutations... Sabrah thought suddenly. The thoughts and feelings weren't the only reason she stayed away from towns. She could just imagine the whole 'torch and pitchfork' scene if she ever really went into a town.
"Well— can you do it with me? Try it! I don't know, try putting you hands over my face or something. Try and enter just my mind." Rebekah said, her eyes raised a bit. Sabrah was a bit hesitant about this. What if it didn't work, and she was just being stupid? Sighing resolutely, she nodded. "Ach. Allright. Try sitting."
Rebekah's eyes lit with happiness. Sabrah was a bit confused when she felt the sudden rush of emotions. Rebekah was happy— she had a friend. Apparently, the girl didn't have a very happy life. Sabrah smiled hesitantly, feeling a bit of the deep depression that threatened endlessly to swallow her lift. Rebekah sat down, and then Sabrah followed, as Victoria watched with interest. Sabrah took Red's advice, placing her hands around the girl's face and closing her eyes tightly.
Almost instantaneously, 'she' was standing in front of some kind of doorway. She reached out and pulled on the doorknob, and it gave way. She walked into the next room and found herself in a hallway full of more doors. She opened a few, and was instantly in one of Rebekah's memories. As she opened more and more doors, she quickly found out a lot about the twins. They're parents had died when they were only 5, and they had been living in an orphanage ever since. They had a lot of money waiting for them in a trust fund for when they turned 21.
Rebekah was about to open another door, when she saw something that amazed her. Farther down the hallway, there was a glowing black orb, taller than 'she' was. She walked towards it, and felt a little resistance, but fought against it, and she was soon right by it. She stared at it for a bit, and suddenly, she was copying it. She memorized every detail of it, and soon realized that this was the girl's 'center'— her powers, her personality, her looks... She loved computers, and she knew that she had just stolen a page right out of its book— she was copying the girl's power. She knew how to use it— and she would, as soon as she got out.
She opened her eyes, and she was instantly out. The grass around them was growing wildly, but stopped about half a minute later. All three girls were wide-eyed.
"You— you started up my power while you were in there... You weren't in there for more than 2 minutes..." Rebekah said, her eyebrows lowered, confusion in her voice. Sabrah reached out her own hand and touched Rebekah. She felt a warm glow underneath her fingertips, and saw some kind of blue light pass between them.
"You got my power!" Rebekah then said, her eyes wide. Victoria laughed. "Well, she obviously didn't steal it, so don't worry about it. We need to get back to the orphanage—we're going to be in trouble something awful— Do you want to come, Daemon? They wouldn't ask questions..."
Sabrah's eyes widened. An orphanage... She could go there— just for a little while— until she could figure out where to go next. And maybe the girls could help her with her powers! "Ach— I guess..."
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(Now, we're roughly 2 and a half years past Chapter One, and 6 months before the end of chapter two! ^_^)
And so, she followed the other two to the orphanage.
In the year and a half she stayed, she made frequent visits to Red's mind, but always stayed away from the black orb. The power wore off after a week, but she didn't want to do anything like that— at least not for a while. Victoria was resistant to letting Sabrah into her mind at all, so Sabrah didn't push it. They helped her learn how to shield, and they soon developed latent telepathic and empathic abilities of their own— the three, no matter how far apart, (or so it seemed,) could always travel on the thread that connected them and talk. They knew what eachother were feeling, even on opposite sides of the orphanage, and knew when another was hurt. They frequently called eachother by their 'codenames' and grew to be best of friends. Sabrah even reluctantly showed them her physical mutations. They got her dark brown contacts, and she let her hair grow out so that it covered her ears. And she continued to tuck her tail into pants. The orphanage was becoming increasingly frustrated with her refusal to wear skirts.
The twins, however, were becoming increasingly alarmed with some of Daemon's oddities. She was becoming more and more of a 'neat freak' and becoming an 'everything-phobic', as Fusion liked to put it. She did things exactly equal, and sometimes, the twins would catch her touching all of the book spines in the orphanage's small library. She always made excuses, (I'm looking for a book...), but would go back and finish with all of them.
After a year and a half of this, the two of them confronted her.
"You're going to America." Red said, shoving a plane ticket in her hand. Sabrah looked at it, confused. "Look, I think you'll be able to find someone there who can help you better with your mutations than we can. We're saving up money to send ourselves there, too— We'll be coming soon. But you need to leave. You need to get your stuff, and be at the airport in 3 hours. No buts— I want to see you packing." Tears were now streaming down all three of their faces. Sabrah leaned in, and all three of them began to hug, and Daemon sighed. She had always wanted to go to America but—
"You're money! You've been saving forever! For me?"
Fusion looked at her. "Of course. We're a quarter of the way there for ourselves. We'll be there, maybe in a year. You should go. But before you leave— I want you to copy my power. At the least, it should get you out of some tight spots, " she said, offering a watery smile.
They all three sat down, and Daemon placed her hands on Fusion's face. She opened the doorway and headed straight to Fusion's power. This time, she stayed there for a long time, making sure she got every aspect of it memorized. When she opened her eyes, it was almost a half-hour later, and the two of them were in a totally different part of the building. Luckily, no one was around, and they teleported themselves back to Red.
Red sighed when they and held out something else for Daemon to take. Daemon stared at it, puzzled.
"It's your passport. Your new name is Hannah Smith. You're going to tell anyone who finds you in America that you can't remember your past. If we'd used your real name, people'd be able to find your parents, and you know what'd happen then. It says you've taken all your shots, too." Daemon smiled appreciatively. She hated shots in a 'lets kick the nurse to keep the needle away from me' way.
Red sighed, 'receiving' this thought. Daemon was afraid of rain, for reasons she wouldn't explain, didn't like male authority figures, or female for that matter... spiders, snakes and afraid of cats, Not afraid, just don't like! Daemon said, 'listening'. The list went on and on.
"You promise you will keep in touch?" Daemon asked, her eyes wide, to which Red responded, "Yes, my puppe." Daemon was about to comment on her friend's use of German, but instead took another item that was held out to her— a cell phone.
"I paid for the first two months, but after that, if you want to keep it, you have to pay for it," Fusion said, smiling at Daemon, who was close to tears again. "Thank you so much! You promise I'll see you? In a year?"
"Yes, Daemon..." Red was getting a little frustrated. Maybe Sabrah had only asked that question a few times aloud, but she'd definitely thought it a whole bunch. She then made a shooing motion. "You have to go now! We'll bring you to the airport, but that's when we part."
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They went to the airport, dropped Sabrah off, then left. Sabrah went onto the plane, and as soon as she was allowed, she went into the bathroom. She pushed against the door when it was still partially locked, and suddenly, the door flew open, and she went forward and slammed the front of her head against the opposite wall. She had wanted to make sure it was realistic. She felt her forehead, felt the wetness of blood, and thought to herself, "Too realistic..." as she passed out.
"Wh— where am I?" she asked in her German-accented-English as she woke up, 6 hours later. "Where am I? Who—? What's my name?" she was becoming increasingly hysterical as the passengers began to leave. Medics soon arrived on the scene, and she immediately quieted down at the sight of the sedative needles they were carrying. One of them got out her 'passport', and said, "German, Hannah Smith. Okay, let's get this girl in. She seems to have calmed down. So— don't like needles, huh? Well, I guess if she's really amnesiac, then anything's a start..."
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(Six months later— yay! We're all caught up to chapter two now! ^_^)
In the five months she had been in America, Sabrah was now actively trying to learn the (rest of the) language, and had totally transferred her 'being' to Hannah Smith. She answered only to that name, and didn't think she'd even turn around if someone actually called out, "Sabrah!" She went to an American school, and had a social worker. She lived in her own apartment.
Her social worker had brought her to a psychiatrist, who had diagnosed her as an amnesiac, depressed, and slightly obsessive-compulsive. Sabrah didn't see what was wrong with any of it. She was a pretty good actress; she prided herself on that. As for depression— everyone was depressed about one thing or another! Her a little more so than others, but so what? And if obsessive-compulsiveness meant that everything in her apartment was clean all the time, then she wished that everyone was it too. (You would too if you had seen some of the apartments she had seen!)
She was contemplating this as she got out the key to her apartment. She felt at the handle— the door was open. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she walked inside. She hadn't left it open, had she? She looked in the first room, the living room, and seeing nothing upset, quickly went into her own bedroom/bathroom. She quickly got her tail out of her pants, and headed for the kitchen/computer room, (the last room in her little apartment.) Maybe if there was someone in there, they'd be frightened off by her tail... And if worst came to worst, she could muster up whatever telepathic abilities she had and mind-swipe the person...
When she reached the room, she was startled to find that someone actually was in there. A boy with white hair was sitting up next to her laptop, one hand held over the screen. Information was flashing over it, including her diary, and school essays. She furrowed her eyebrows— she knew him! She had been at the same school as him for the first month she had been in America, and he lived in that Xavier's boarding house thing! What was he doing here?!
Suddenly, he turned towards her, and his electric lined blue eyes gazed at her fiercely. Then, his gaze quickly turned to shock at the sight of her tail, and Hannah grinned.
Jaccob sighed to himself at the sight of her tail. The girl had immigrated over, and when they had been in school together, he'd accidentally transferred some of his laptop's information onto hers (that was potentially damaging to him and the Xavier Institute.) As soon as he realized it, he'd been actively searching out where she lived, and was now trying to delete all of it before the Professor got a chance to get mad at him. But unfortunately, the girl had seen him going through her diary, (Okay— so that wasn't too smart a thing on his part, but could you blame him?), so he was now definitely screwed. And now she was grinning at him like the dangnable Cheshire Cat.
"Pardonn moi, chere..." he began, getting up. "Ahm— you see— When we were in school—" Jaccob began, then suddenly stopped dead. Hannah was putting some kind of partial mental block over his thoughts, and he was suddenly feeling very dizzy. He was going through an emotional roller coaster— from shocked, to surprised, to excited, to angry, to pissed, to stark raving mad, to sad, to depressed, to happy, to giddy and all around again. The girl was messing with his mind! As she approached him, he quickly reached out with an un-gloved hand, hoping to knock her out and leave.
It was only pure gut instinct that saved her. Hannah fell back, and her tail grabbed his arm where it was covered with his sleeve. She forced him back into the chair, and in a matter of maybe fifteen minutes, he was tied and gagged. (But not from any lack of effort on his part— he obviously hadn't trained enough in the physical parts of self-defense at the school, he thought wistfully) She stopped her empathic assault at that time, and sighed. Then there was a knock at the door. "Verdammt!" she hissed, leaving the room. She quickly tucked in her tail, doing it in record time, (Only 3 minutes!), but the door knocked a couple more times while she did so. She quickly tied on a sweater around her waist, and went to the door.
"Ach! I'm coming!" she called out, slightly annoyed. Why'd they have to come when she was about to interrogate her trespasser? She made sure the chain was still connected to the door, and then pushed her hair in front of her ears, opening it. "What?" she asked irritably.
"We wanted to talk to you. We represent a school that is particularly interested in your capabilities," one of them said, an older bald man.
"Ja. And I'm the bloody president's wife," she said, grinning.
One of the three people grinned, but the bald man only replied, "May we come in for a moment?"
Hannah shook her head, still smiling. "Sure... Whatever." She'd just have to keep them away from the kitchen!
She undid the chain, and opened the door fully. She then raised an eye at the three. One had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a long trench coat, another was the aforementioned older, bald man, and the last was sort of slouched, his head hidden from view. "Motley bunch..." she murmured to herself.
Then, the third person un-slouched, and his very blue face came into view. ~Oy gavalt...~ Hannah couldn't stop herself from thinking as her eyes went slightly wide. She opened her mouth to comment when his also blue tail came into view. She backed up, letting them into the house as she ferociously whispered, "Verdammt! He's got a bloody tail!"