CHAPTER 2
The jet was enormous. It's deep blue color shimmered in the snowy moonlight.
She realized with a flush of embarrassment that she was still clutching Kurt, she let go of
him and watched as three people made there way over to them. A tall, harry, gruff man, a
boy with incredible blue eyes and a girl with strange white streaks in her hair.
The gruff man looked at Seraphina, smiled quickly and turning to Kurt said, "Are
you coming back with her or are you going to stay a little while longer?"
Kurt saw Seraphina's eyes go wide with the thought of being left alone with a
bunch of people she didn't know. And ignoring the question said, "Seraphina, this is
Logan also called Volverine." She looked back at the man and nodded slightly in
acknowledgement. Kurt turned back and said to Wolverine, "I dink dat I vill go beck vith
her."
"Wait. Where am I going?" She asked very confused.
Both Kurt and Logan looked at her, and then each other and Kurt said, "To a safe
place for people like us."
"No such thing." She said back, "And why would I want to go there?"
"Aren't you tired of being hungry?" asked Kurt quietly, he leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "Vhen you vere asleep you started screaming in you dreams. I had
to hold you tight so you didn't hurt yourself. I could feel your bones sticking out of you.
Aren't you tired of the nightmares?"
"I am the nightmare." She whispered back.
Kurt smiled and said, "No, if this is just a dream I vouldn't vant to vake up."
Seraphina felt her heart skip a little when she realized he wouldn't leave her
alone. She hated being left alone, it had happened once too often in her life. She nodded
at him. As they had been talking the other two people, who were actually about her age
she thought, 18 maybe 19 had come up to her and the girl introduced them, "Hi. I'm
Rogue and this is Bobby."
"Iceman." He smiled at Seraphina.
"Gloom." She answered back
Wolverine was saying something about storm being on the plane and the next
thing she knew they were showing her how to strap herself in. Kurt sat next to her and
when Seraphina's eyes went wide at the sound of the engines he touched her hand lightly
and said, "It's alright, it just takes some getting used to."
The flight didn't take long, not long at all, but as the sun began to rise she said
voice a little frantic, "Do you have a place out of the sun?"
The beautiful woman named Storm looked back at her and smiling said, "Yes, go
a little farther into the hold and you should be out of any sunlight." She looked like she
might turn away when she asked, "Can I ask why?"
"I don't do well in sunlight." She paused, "It makes me tired and if I'm in it too
long it begins to hurt."
Storm nodded at her and Seraphina watched the woman's eyes go white, a
moment later the sun rise was masked by clouds.
"Did you do that?" Seraphina asked amazed.
"Yes." Storm replied, turning back to the controls.
Bobby and Rogue had been listening to the conversation, holding hands through
the black uniforms they wore. They were looking at her and it was becoming
uncomfortable when Rogue said, "What's with the sunglasses?"
Seraphina touched her face, forgetting that she had stuck them on before Kurt and
she had left the hotel room. She thought of some lies she could tell, 'sunlight hurts my
eyes' (that wasn't a lie). 'I'm high! Do you mind?' (That wouldn't go over too well.) She
finally opted for honesty, sliding the sunglasses off her nose she looked at Rogue and
Iceman with her deep black voids, "This is why."
Rogue and Bobby gasped then Rogue said, "Cool."
"What?" Seraphina asked.
"Well that looks cool. All I got is some white highlights and I don't really like
how I got those anyhow."
She thought she heard Wolverine laugh from where he was co-piloting the plane.
Rogue asked another question, "What's your gift?"
"I, um.I can create and control shadows and darkness."
"Wicked." Bobby and Rouge said. Seraphina winced at the name, she had been
called that before, but it had been an insult, not a compliment. "How odd." she thought.
"Bobby freezes stuff and I," Rogue paused for a moment and Seraphina could see
the pain on her face, "I take energy by touching people."
Seraphina understood the pain she saw in those eyes. She knew what it felt like to
be that alone in the world. She gave Rogue a smile and said, "At least you have such
wonderful friends to take care of you. That's more than I've had in a while." She knew
she looked pained as she said it but it was the truth. And the truth was always more
painful.
As the plane fell silent and everyone was doing there own things, Seraphina
unfastened herself and walked toward the back of the plane, she needed to be alone. She
had only been sitting in the dark for a couple of minutes when she heard Kurt's voice say,
"Seraphim? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. But its Seraphina remember?" as she had spoken Kurt stepped around
the door and found her.
He knelt down, making it look oddly graceful and said, "No. You are Seraphim, it
is the name given to the highest choir of angels."
"I'm no angel. I think I prefer gloom better." She smiled unhappily. She scooted
over so Kurt could sit next to her and looking at him fully for the first time she marveled
at the beauty of his scars, she lifted her hand as though she would have touched him, but
she dropped her hand just short of his face and asked, "What do they mean?"
"They are the angelic alphabet, the language of God."
"What is it with you and angels?"
"I am fascinated by them, and the people that they use in everyday life."
She smiled and said, "Is that what you are? My angel?"
His bright yellow eyes were starring into her abyss's, "If that's vhat you need."
"I think it is." She whispered.
She sank down, resting her head on Kurt's shoulder and closed her eyes. Maybe
she wouldn't have any nightmares if an angel was nearby. Maybe. Then Seraphina was
asleep.
The jet was enormous. It's deep blue color shimmered in the snowy moonlight.
She realized with a flush of embarrassment that she was still clutching Kurt, she let go of
him and watched as three people made there way over to them. A tall, harry, gruff man, a
boy with incredible blue eyes and a girl with strange white streaks in her hair.
The gruff man looked at Seraphina, smiled quickly and turning to Kurt said, "Are
you coming back with her or are you going to stay a little while longer?"
Kurt saw Seraphina's eyes go wide with the thought of being left alone with a
bunch of people she didn't know. And ignoring the question said, "Seraphina, this is
Logan also called Volverine." She looked back at the man and nodded slightly in
acknowledgement. Kurt turned back and said to Wolverine, "I dink dat I vill go beck vith
her."
"Wait. Where am I going?" She asked very confused.
Both Kurt and Logan looked at her, and then each other and Kurt said, "To a safe
place for people like us."
"No such thing." She said back, "And why would I want to go there?"
"Aren't you tired of being hungry?" asked Kurt quietly, he leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "Vhen you vere asleep you started screaming in you dreams. I had
to hold you tight so you didn't hurt yourself. I could feel your bones sticking out of you.
Aren't you tired of the nightmares?"
"I am the nightmare." She whispered back.
Kurt smiled and said, "No, if this is just a dream I vouldn't vant to vake up."
Seraphina felt her heart skip a little when she realized he wouldn't leave her
alone. She hated being left alone, it had happened once too often in her life. She nodded
at him. As they had been talking the other two people, who were actually about her age
she thought, 18 maybe 19 had come up to her and the girl introduced them, "Hi. I'm
Rogue and this is Bobby."
"Iceman." He smiled at Seraphina.
"Gloom." She answered back
Wolverine was saying something about storm being on the plane and the next
thing she knew they were showing her how to strap herself in. Kurt sat next to her and
when Seraphina's eyes went wide at the sound of the engines he touched her hand lightly
and said, "It's alright, it just takes some getting used to."
The flight didn't take long, not long at all, but as the sun began to rise she said
voice a little frantic, "Do you have a place out of the sun?"
The beautiful woman named Storm looked back at her and smiling said, "Yes, go
a little farther into the hold and you should be out of any sunlight." She looked like she
might turn away when she asked, "Can I ask why?"
"I don't do well in sunlight." She paused, "It makes me tired and if I'm in it too
long it begins to hurt."
Storm nodded at her and Seraphina watched the woman's eyes go white, a
moment later the sun rise was masked by clouds.
"Did you do that?" Seraphina asked amazed.
"Yes." Storm replied, turning back to the controls.
Bobby and Rogue had been listening to the conversation, holding hands through
the black uniforms they wore. They were looking at her and it was becoming
uncomfortable when Rogue said, "What's with the sunglasses?"
Seraphina touched her face, forgetting that she had stuck them on before Kurt and
she had left the hotel room. She thought of some lies she could tell, 'sunlight hurts my
eyes' (that wasn't a lie). 'I'm high! Do you mind?' (That wouldn't go over too well.) She
finally opted for honesty, sliding the sunglasses off her nose she looked at Rogue and
Iceman with her deep black voids, "This is why."
Rogue and Bobby gasped then Rogue said, "Cool."
"What?" Seraphina asked.
"Well that looks cool. All I got is some white highlights and I don't really like
how I got those anyhow."
She thought she heard Wolverine laugh from where he was co-piloting the plane.
Rogue asked another question, "What's your gift?"
"I, um.I can create and control shadows and darkness."
"Wicked." Bobby and Rouge said. Seraphina winced at the name, she had been
called that before, but it had been an insult, not a compliment. "How odd." she thought.
"Bobby freezes stuff and I," Rogue paused for a moment and Seraphina could see
the pain on her face, "I take energy by touching people."
Seraphina understood the pain she saw in those eyes. She knew what it felt like to
be that alone in the world. She gave Rogue a smile and said, "At least you have such
wonderful friends to take care of you. That's more than I've had in a while." She knew
she looked pained as she said it but it was the truth. And the truth was always more
painful.
As the plane fell silent and everyone was doing there own things, Seraphina
unfastened herself and walked toward the back of the plane, she needed to be alone. She
had only been sitting in the dark for a couple of minutes when she heard Kurt's voice say,
"Seraphim? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. But its Seraphina remember?" as she had spoken Kurt stepped around
the door and found her.
He knelt down, making it look oddly graceful and said, "No. You are Seraphim, it
is the name given to the highest choir of angels."
"I'm no angel. I think I prefer gloom better." She smiled unhappily. She scooted
over so Kurt could sit next to her and looking at him fully for the first time she marveled
at the beauty of his scars, she lifted her hand as though she would have touched him, but
she dropped her hand just short of his face and asked, "What do they mean?"
"They are the angelic alphabet, the language of God."
"What is it with you and angels?"
"I am fascinated by them, and the people that they use in everyday life."
She smiled and said, "Is that what you are? My angel?"
His bright yellow eyes were starring into her abyss's, "If that's vhat you need."
"I think it is." She whispered.
She sank down, resting her head on Kurt's shoulder and closed her eyes. Maybe
she wouldn't have any nightmares if an angel was nearby. Maybe. Then Seraphina was
asleep.