"So when did you get here?" Chris asked.
"Yesterday sometime, I think it might have been during school." I replied.
"Have you met everybody yet?"
"No, I've only met a few people so far."
"Some of them went off to help another mutant, they'll be back soon though." As he spoke, the whole building gave a tremble as the sound of an explosion filled the air.
"What was that?" I ran to a window and looked out. There was a struggle going on outside. There were 3 people, a teenage girl, she looked gothic but I couldn't tell from there. There was also a man with. long fingernails? And someone else, he was the one causing trouble, I think. All around him the defense systems had gone off and were going haywire, they weren't even shooting at him.
"Maybe the defense system has a glitch." Chris said almost reading my mind. The guy with claws said something and the girl took off her glove and grabbed the third guys hand. He gave out a loud yell; I could actually hear it above the machine guns. The color from his face went away and the girl let go to watch him fall to the ground with a thud. Immediately, the defense system stopped and went back into hiding. The man's claws went away under his gloves and picked the now unconscience teen and carried him inside, with the girl walking slowly behind him. There was something different about her now, but I couldn't tell what it was, she shook her head and entered the mansion.
"Who was that?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"That was Rogue and Wolverine, and the other mutant I told you about." He replied, his voice full of awe, "I wonder what kind of powers he has to make the systems go all wacky like that."
"There's only one way to find out!" I smiled, "Let's go and meet them!"
"That's crazy! What if he's still dangerous?"
"Not him, the other people!" I started walking down the hall and noticed that Chris didn't follow. I turned around to see what he was doing; he just stood there smiling at me.
"If you want to go meet them, you're going the wrong way."
"Oh," I laughed. We walked to the entrance hall, once I saw them up close I stopped in my tracks. Chris turned and looked at me, "What's up?"
The man was tall and bulky; he wore a leather jacket and jeans with boots. His hair was in a strange style, like he had ears or horns or something. His clenched fist swinging at his side wore a glove with three slits between the fingers and he had a scowl across his face. He carried the teenage man as if it didn't hinder him at all.
"That's Wolverine." Chris whispered to me as we backed up against the wall. Wolverine heard and turned to look at us, his eyes met mine, and they were as cold as a midwinter's night. A shiver went up my spine as I looked away. I heard a different set of feet across the floor and looked up to see the girl, she was putting her glove back on. She looked about my age, her hair fell a little past her shoulders and there were two white streaks as bangs. She had heavy eye shadow and purple lipstick. She had a troubled look on her face and shook her head once again as if trying to rid herself of a bad memory.
"And that is Rogue." Chris whispered as they left through some doors.
"Let's go." I said to him, I started to walk when I heard the honking of a car. We walked out the front doors and in the distance there was a car, it was my mom's! I jogged down the path; a smile lit my face.
"Mom! Dad!" I cried to them as I reached the gate.
"Jessica!" My mom said, her voice was somewhat less happy then usual.
"Are you here to take me home? What brings you?"
"We are here to leave you your stuff." Dad responded as he opened up the trunk. He took out box after box, more than just clothes, but all my favorite stuffed animals, awards, and my 'special box' with all my prized possessions inside it.
"Isn't this a little much for just staying here a little while?" I asked quizzically.
"It turns out that it will be a little more than just a little while." My mom said as her voice cracked and her nose turned red.
"How long then?" I asked unhappily.
"Until you can fend for yourself." Dad replied with an almost hard tone. He unloaded the last box and shut the trunk.
"What do you mean? Why can't I come back with you?"
None of my parents responded, my mom just started bawling and dad's eyes turned cold as he got back into the car. Mom slowly followed, she opened the door and looked back as me.
"What's going on?" I asked, fear growing inside of me with every breath. Mom came and gave me a hug; she almost clung to me as if she didn't want to leave me here. She had to let go as Dad honked the horn for her to hurry. She slowly let go and looked into my eyes.
"Goodbye Jessica, I love you." She let go and turned to hop in the car. The door didn't even shut when Dad started to drive off. I understood now. That was the last time I would ever see them again. A tear slid down my cheek and I sat down on a box with my head in my hands. My throat caught and I started to choke, I lifted my head and tried to breathe, and then I heard a voice inside my head.
"Stay calm, I'm with you to help you now." The voice said to me, it was as clear as if someone were actually speaking to me.
"Focus on your breathing, don't try to fight it, you won't win." It felt like I was having an asthma attack, only I wasn't getting air at all. I tried to concentrate, I really did, but it wasn't working. I could feel the pressure building in my head.
"Concentrate!" The voice said calmly.
"On what?" I thought to myself.
"Think of a good time, of going to the beach, or playing with friends."
I remembered the time at school when I met Amanda; she sat all alone in a corner. I went and sat down with her at lunch, we were instant friends. I remembered what she told me, she told me all about her day. It wasn't too good; she was made fun of all the time. I remember telling her that I would be her friend and that I would always be there for her. I started to breathe normally again, I looked up at the sky, a bird flew peacefully through the air. Chris walked and sat down infront of me.
"Are you all right?" He asked, wiping away my tears. I gave a little smile, "Yeah."
"Yesterday sometime, I think it might have been during school." I replied.
"Have you met everybody yet?"
"No, I've only met a few people so far."
"Some of them went off to help another mutant, they'll be back soon though." As he spoke, the whole building gave a tremble as the sound of an explosion filled the air.
"What was that?" I ran to a window and looked out. There was a struggle going on outside. There were 3 people, a teenage girl, she looked gothic but I couldn't tell from there. There was also a man with. long fingernails? And someone else, he was the one causing trouble, I think. All around him the defense systems had gone off and were going haywire, they weren't even shooting at him.
"Maybe the defense system has a glitch." Chris said almost reading my mind. The guy with claws said something and the girl took off her glove and grabbed the third guys hand. He gave out a loud yell; I could actually hear it above the machine guns. The color from his face went away and the girl let go to watch him fall to the ground with a thud. Immediately, the defense system stopped and went back into hiding. The man's claws went away under his gloves and picked the now unconscience teen and carried him inside, with the girl walking slowly behind him. There was something different about her now, but I couldn't tell what it was, she shook her head and entered the mansion.
"Who was that?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"That was Rogue and Wolverine, and the other mutant I told you about." He replied, his voice full of awe, "I wonder what kind of powers he has to make the systems go all wacky like that."
"There's only one way to find out!" I smiled, "Let's go and meet them!"
"That's crazy! What if he's still dangerous?"
"Not him, the other people!" I started walking down the hall and noticed that Chris didn't follow. I turned around to see what he was doing; he just stood there smiling at me.
"If you want to go meet them, you're going the wrong way."
"Oh," I laughed. We walked to the entrance hall, once I saw them up close I stopped in my tracks. Chris turned and looked at me, "What's up?"
The man was tall and bulky; he wore a leather jacket and jeans with boots. His hair was in a strange style, like he had ears or horns or something. His clenched fist swinging at his side wore a glove with three slits between the fingers and he had a scowl across his face. He carried the teenage man as if it didn't hinder him at all.
"That's Wolverine." Chris whispered to me as we backed up against the wall. Wolverine heard and turned to look at us, his eyes met mine, and they were as cold as a midwinter's night. A shiver went up my spine as I looked away. I heard a different set of feet across the floor and looked up to see the girl, she was putting her glove back on. She looked about my age, her hair fell a little past her shoulders and there were two white streaks as bangs. She had heavy eye shadow and purple lipstick. She had a troubled look on her face and shook her head once again as if trying to rid herself of a bad memory.
"And that is Rogue." Chris whispered as they left through some doors.
"Let's go." I said to him, I started to walk when I heard the honking of a car. We walked out the front doors and in the distance there was a car, it was my mom's! I jogged down the path; a smile lit my face.
"Mom! Dad!" I cried to them as I reached the gate.
"Jessica!" My mom said, her voice was somewhat less happy then usual.
"Are you here to take me home? What brings you?"
"We are here to leave you your stuff." Dad responded as he opened up the trunk. He took out box after box, more than just clothes, but all my favorite stuffed animals, awards, and my 'special box' with all my prized possessions inside it.
"Isn't this a little much for just staying here a little while?" I asked quizzically.
"It turns out that it will be a little more than just a little while." My mom said as her voice cracked and her nose turned red.
"How long then?" I asked unhappily.
"Until you can fend for yourself." Dad replied with an almost hard tone. He unloaded the last box and shut the trunk.
"What do you mean? Why can't I come back with you?"
None of my parents responded, my mom just started bawling and dad's eyes turned cold as he got back into the car. Mom slowly followed, she opened the door and looked back as me.
"What's going on?" I asked, fear growing inside of me with every breath. Mom came and gave me a hug; she almost clung to me as if she didn't want to leave me here. She had to let go as Dad honked the horn for her to hurry. She slowly let go and looked into my eyes.
"Goodbye Jessica, I love you." She let go and turned to hop in the car. The door didn't even shut when Dad started to drive off. I understood now. That was the last time I would ever see them again. A tear slid down my cheek and I sat down on a box with my head in my hands. My throat caught and I started to choke, I lifted my head and tried to breathe, and then I heard a voice inside my head.
"Stay calm, I'm with you to help you now." The voice said to me, it was as clear as if someone were actually speaking to me.
"Focus on your breathing, don't try to fight it, you won't win." It felt like I was having an asthma attack, only I wasn't getting air at all. I tried to concentrate, I really did, but it wasn't working. I could feel the pressure building in my head.
"Concentrate!" The voice said calmly.
"On what?" I thought to myself.
"Think of a good time, of going to the beach, or playing with friends."
I remembered the time at school when I met Amanda; she sat all alone in a corner. I went and sat down with her at lunch, we were instant friends. I remembered what she told me, she told me all about her day. It wasn't too good; she was made fun of all the time. I remember telling her that I would be her friend and that I would always be there for her. I started to breathe normally again, I looked up at the sky, a bird flew peacefully through the air. Chris walked and sat down infront of me.
"Are you all right?" He asked, wiping away my tears. I gave a little smile, "Yeah."