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Chapter Two-

"Dominique, welcome," the Professor said as the group walked into the dining room. "I see you've met almost everyone." He motioned to the four at the table already. "This is Jean Grey. Beside her is Scott Summers, or Cyclops. The other two are Ray Crisp and Roberto daCosta, also known as Berzerker and Sunspot respectively."

"Bon nuit, mes amis," she replied, draping her uniform over the back of the chair between Bobby and Jamie.

"Guess what?" Kitty chirped. "Dominique, like, knows Gambit! Isn't that, like, totally weird?"

"Good for her," Rogue scowled, looking at the brown-haired girl from her place on Jamie's other side, next to Logan. "Knowin' that annoyin' swamp rat ain't must to be braggin' about."

Everyone seemed to cringe a little at her name for the Cajun. Tabitha looked as if she were getting ready to run. Dominique simply smiled at the Southern goth.

"Swamp rat, mon ami?" she said, calmly taking a sip of her juice. "Dat's a bit harsh comin' from a river rat."

"Great!" Rogue exclaimed, throwing her fork down in disgust. "She acts like him too!"

The Acadian's only response was a quiet laugh.

Dominique pulled on a pair of cut off biker gloves to compliment her dark violet and black uniform. The uniform itself was black with a thick, wavy purple stripe around the bodice. It was sleeveless, with silver "X's" etched into the high collar. The silver belt around her waist had and "X" belt buckle, and black boots donned her feet.

"All right, listen up, runts!" Logan bellowed. Kitty, Rogue, Kurt, Scott, Tabitha, and Jean made their way to one side, while everyone else waited. Dominique stood off to one side uncertainly.

"Darkstar!" Wolverine was looking at her and she moved forward. "Yer up. See how ya do in here, and we'll figure out where at place ya. Let's go."

Seeing the sympathetic look on almost everyone's faces, she quickly schooled her own face and stepped into the Danger Room, trying to calm her nerves.

The room itself seemed to be completely empty. There was a whirring noise and her eyes shot to the ceiling. Jumping quickly, she managed to avoid the lasers that strafed the floor. Three more were beginning to lock down on her, and a ball of pale blue energy formed in both hands, lightening sparks crackling to connect the two spheres. Running toward the nearest wall, she used her momentum to run up the side and lunged toward the nearest gun. The orbs of energy were flung at the farthest two, as a bright golden blade of energy formed a split second later to slice through the one she had lunged toward. She hit the gournd lightly and eyed the last gun. Another ball of intense energy smashed through it and the room was quiet once more.

Suddenly, the room shifted to form a dark street. Warehouses lined the road, streetlights flickering weakly. A full moon hung low, shadowed by an occasionally passing cloud. Not waiting to see what surprises the feral mutant had in store for her, she faded into the shadows where she practically disappeared. Three men materialized at either endor the street and began scouring every nook and cranny. She saw one of their teeth gleam in the dim light as he caught her eyes. Cursing the bright silver on her uniform, she stepped out, keeping her back to the building.

"Why doncha just give up, mutie," one of them sneered. "We promise not to hurt you…much."

In answer, Dominique formed her plasma blade and stood still, seemingly relaxed. "Why don' you cut de crap and just come get moi…if ya can, homme."

A frustrated growl emitted from the speaker, and the six attacked. In the midst of dodging feet and grasping arms, Dominique noted with a dark scowl that her blade did not penetrate the body armor they seemed to be wearing. The blade disappeared, and a grayish-colored fist smashed into one of her attackers faces, and a booted heel quickly followed into another's stomach. Three more were disposed of with a right hook and spinning back kick, and she was left with one more opponent. The one who had first spotted her.

"Come on, homme," she said, dodging a fist. The two were exchanging blow for blow, when Dominique's foot finally broke through the man's defense and into his solar plexus, throwing him back several feet. Suddenly, as he was rising back to his feet, there was a sharp retort and a burning sensation ripped across her thigh. Cursing, she dove to one side, gasping at the pain that rocketed through her leg, and threw a ball of plasma, incinerating the gun. She shook her head in disgust. If her Oncle Marius even found out that she had forgotten even one enemy…She swore in French again, as the two men started her way once more, the other four picking themselves up They were on her quickly, one of them getting her into a tight grasp. Mentally, she began running through a list of all the curses she knew in several languages. Wrestling had always been a weak point. The attackers smirked, confident of victory. Dominique suddenly smirked to match theirs, and her hand slammed into the man's crotch. As he hunched over in pain, her hand pulled the gun from his waistband, and calmly rose to point at the others. The froze and two of them tried to reach for their own. Darkstar promptly proceeded to place a bullet through the small area exposed on their heads. Before she could turn the gun to the remaining four, they dissolved, and she found herself in the middle of a very empty Danger Room. She looked to where Professor Xavier and Wolverine watched, and the latter's voice came over the intercom.

"Pretty good. Next time watch yer back."

The Cajun wrinkled her nose at him. "No need at rub it in, homme. Mon famille would kill moi if dey saw dis." Wolverine gave a short laugh.

"Go get cleaned up, kid. Yer excused from group training fer today. Enjoy it, cuz it'll be one of yer last."

Dominique nodded and limped from the room, as a large bruise formed on her right thigh. She didn't notice the troubled look the Professor gave Logan as she left.

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