Hello everyone! This is my first X-Men: Evolution fic. This is actually the first fan fic I've published that doesn't have Sailor Moon or Tenchi in it. I'm breakin' away from the anime! I know it doesn't seem like X-Men at the beginning, but I swear it is. I hope you like it...
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Seriana clutched angrily at the hem of her red skirt. 'How could he?' she thought, while gritting her teeth together. 'On tonight of all nights.' She sat on the hard blue chair, waiting for her time. Normally, at a time like this, she would be concentrating on the notes- trying to review them in her mind, making sure she knew each one perfectly, one last time before her solo. This time, her mind was somewhere else, on the pain she had been delt earlier that night.
She heard her name introduced through the microphone by her band director. Seriana began to stand up, and only remembered that her flute was still in her lap when it began to roll off as she stood. She quickly grabbed it and solomnly walked to the music stand in the center of the stage. "Psst! Your music!" the boy who was second chair flute called after her. She turned around and grabbed the paper in his outstreched hand. She set the paper down on the stand and stood poised to begin playing. The song, which she formerly regarded as beautiful and flowing, suddenly sounded violent and angry. Of course, her musical ability was so incredible and superior to anyone else in the huge auditorium- excluding her band director- that it didn't matter the attitude she gave to the music, it came out as an amazing sound anyway. Seriana's first concern at the time was her music. She concentrated on fulfilling every note to make a flowing sound. But slightly behind those thoughts, were thoughts of hate. After more than two years... She'd given to him her time, her money, her heart, her body and her soul. And then, not even three minutes before she had to be on stage, he pulled her aside and said some words to her. Seriana couldn't remember them exactly at this moment- her mind was so confused, full of music and hatred.
As the piece she was playing grew from a soft piano section to a loud forte section, she thought more and more about why he broke up with her. She'd recently seen him talking to Rebecca Williams in government class. And not just talking... flirting. She passed it off as talking at the time, but now the truth was revealed. She could tell what would happen the next day at school. Instead of leaning against Seriana's locker, he would be at Rebecca's. She puffed her cheeks up more and her fingers sped along the silver keys. B flat, F, B flat, C...
She wished something could happen....
D flat, E flat, D flat, C, A flat....
Something that would make him suffer as she was suffering...
B flat, C, D flat, C, B flat...
And to Rebecca, too...
A flat, B flat, C, D flat, C....
Teach her not to flirt with someone who already has a girlfriend...
If only something could happen....
Ritard to end, and fermata...
She held the note out longer than she had before. Somehow, she felt less angry, more fulfilled as she finished her song. She smirked and lowered her flute as the audience applauded. She saw her best friend Eponine clapping and smiling wildly in the second row. Seriana picked up the music from the stand and returned to her chair. Instead of feeling angry as she did before, a strange sense had swept over her; like she really needed to say "Take that."
Take that, Paul. I played perfectly without you. Rot in hell for all I care.
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After the concert was over, Seriana didn't even wait for Eponine before leaving. She didn't even bother to put her flute back in its case. As soon as possible, she just ran out of the school to her car, carrying her keys, a music folder, her flute, and its case. She threw them in the backseat before getting in the driver's seat, starting the engine and driving away.
Her car wasn't the most reliable thing on four wheels, but it ran decently, and she got it from her uncle for free when he bought a new car. The trick to keep it from stalling at stop lights was to press on the brake and the gas at the same time.
On the way home, she turned the radio on and sang along. She had a beautiful singing voice. Not only was she first chair flute in the school's symphonic band, but she was also in the somewhat exclusive Belles and Beaux, the highest rung in the school's vocal music program. Seriana was very musically talented. In addition to flute and vocals (both soprano and alto), she played violin, piano and guitar, and she even wrote her own music.
At the age of 3, when most little girls wanted to take ballet lessons, Seriana wanted to learn piano. She started singing lessons at age 6, and flute a few months after that. She started learning to play violin as a high school freshman, and after that she started to teach herself guitar. Now, as a high school junior, she took a part time job at a music store, giving piano and flute lessons. Occasionally, the guitar teacher there would help her with her guitar. He was always amazed at how far she could progress just by herself. She had full confidence that she could pick up almost any instrument and learn to play a simple song within an hour; no one doubted this.
As she was driving home, she was pleased to see that she didn't hit a single red light. That made her drive a whole lot simpler
She pulled into the driveway of a house that had, 10 years ago, looked nice. 10 years ago, a nice family consisting of a mother, a father, and a seven year old girl had lived there. But nine and a half years ago, the mother left. The father and the daugher were by themeselves. Now, the once beautiful garden on the side of the house had been abandoned and overcome by weeds. The paint was chipping off of the house, many of the shingles on the roof had fallen off, and the grass was desperate for a lawn mower.
Seriana parked her car in the two-car garage and saw that her dad was either still at work, or still out drinking. It was probably the latter. She grabed only her flute and left the case and music in the backseat. She calmly walked to the back door of the house, and pulled a key out to unlock it. She kept her keys out once she was inside, and walked through the familiar dark house to her own room. She then used one of the keys to unlock her bedroom door. She had kept a lock on it for the past couple years. Ever since she had earned enough money to aquire a small multimedia studio consisting of a computer, sterio and 61-key keyboard, she had feared that her father would enter her room and sell something so he could buy more booze. She couldn't stand living where she had to lock up her belongings from her own father. She was very confident that after high school, she could get a music scholarship and finally move away.
She set her flute down on the bed, and sat in the little area on the floor that she always sat in. She had everything arranged so that the computer was to the left of her, while the keyboard was in front of her, with the sterio behind that. The computer, sterio and keyboard were all hooked up to each other. Her skills with technology was the only thing that came remotly close to her music skills. She took off her black shoes she wore for the concert and threw them into a laundry basket near the door; her pantyhose soon followed. She flipped on the keyboard and lie down on the floor, her head resting on a soft red pillow while her left hand rested on the keys of the keyboard. She began to play the beginning of as song she was in the process of writing, but shortly after, she'd fallen asleep.
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The sun had begun to rise and shine through Seriana's window. The light awoke her. She glanced over at the clock. The red numbers read 5:36. Her back hurt from sleeping on the floor. She stood up and began her routine to get ready for school.
When she was about 3 blocks away from the school, she noticed that the amout of cars in the area was abnormally large. When she got closer, she began to see the flashing red and blue lights of the police cars and ambulances. There were also news vans from all three local TV stations. The first thing she thought of was that yet another football player was busted for drugs. That would make the 5th one in the past school year. She pulled into the student parking lot and parked in her usual area. She stepped out of the car and hoisted her backback over her shoulders. She was a few feet from the back doors by the cafeteria when a strong voice said "Whoa, whoa- You a student here?" Seriana turned to see a police man approaching her.
"See the books?" she asked sarcastically while pointing her thumb to her bag.
"We've had reporters posing as students to try and get in."
"Well, I'm a student." She pulled the bag off her shoulder and unzipped it to show that there indeed were books inside.
"Alright, go on- get to class."
'Christ, what manners,' she thought. 'I don't even get an apology.'
She walked through the halls and saw and saw right away everything was different. As she walked by the small cliques of people gathered at lockers, their voices changed from loud and boistorous to hushed whispers. She heard one voice whisper "There, that's his girlfriend..." Seriana walked faster to her locker and quickly put in the combination. She started to take out her chemistry book when she saw the familiar face of her friend Eponine. She had tears in her eyes "Ryujinn-" Ryujinn was the nickname Eponine adoped in 7th grade. At the time, the thing she loved more than anything were Japanese dragons. Ryujinn is a Japanese word, translating to "dragon god." The nickname was only used by Seriana, but it lasted for over four years.
"Ryujinn, what's going on around he-"
Her words were cut short as Eponine threw her arms around Seriana in a hug. "Ryu! What-"
"I am so sorry."
"What are you talking about?"
Ryu released her hug and took a step back. "You mean... you mean, you don't know?"
"No! What are you talking about? What's with the police and reporters?! Why is everyone looking at me weird?"
"Oh boy. Um, I think you better sit down..."
Seriana didn't want to hear any news that started with "you better sit down." Ryu led her friend out of the hallway and into the empty physics room. Seriana sat in a desk near the door.
"Um..." Ryu pursed her lips. "Well, uh... This morning, Madame Richter opened up the French room, and she found.. there were two dead bodies in there."
"Oh my god!" Seriana's hand flew up to cover her mouth."Wh-what happened? Who were they?"
"Well, remember that girl from our government class, Rebecca Williams?"
"Oh my god!!" Seriana repeated.
"And well... there's really no way to put this lightly. Remember how you thought that Paul was cheating on you with her? Well, it looks like he was. Um... he's dead too."
Seriana didn't say anything. Her eyes opened wide and she looked like she was going to puke. She hiccupped once. Twice. A total of 14 times before she said anything. Her breathing was abnormal. "Were they like... The French room during intermission of the school play?"
During last year's production of The Sound of Music, two of the stage crew went to the French room during intermission and had sex. It totally grossed out all the French students and Madame Richter had to hold class in the library for a week before everyone felt safe to return to the room.
Ryu hesitated for a little bit. "Yes," she said eventually.
"God... what happened?"
"Nobody really knows for sure. I mean, I guess the police do, but they haven't said anything."
She chuckled a little bit through the shock. "Why is it always the French room? Don't these people have houses? I wonder how long Madame's going to have to hold classes in the librar..."
And then she remembered: Last night during her solo, Seriana had wished so hard that something bad would happen to the two of them. Her breathing became deeper and even more irregular. "Oh no..." She had never felt so much guilt for anything in her life before that moment. "I don't believe this is happening. Ryu, I gotta get out of here." She hastily stood up from the desk, almost tipping it over as she stood up. She ran out of the chassroom and to the main stairway. She took the stairs two at a time as she ran up to the hallway where the French room was located. The entire hallway was blocked off, all the classrooms and all the lockers. Near the end, she could barely make out the poster on the open door- "Bienvinue a la classe de Francais" it read- through all the police officers standing around. There were other police officers standing closer to keep kids from getting into the hallway, and she could see that one at a time, with a police escort, the students with lockers in that corridor were allowed to get their books.
'Why would they still have school when something like this happened?!' Seriana screamed inwardly. She stood there in front of the yellow police tape for the longest time.
"Are you ok, miss?" one of the officers finally asked her.
"Is Paul Hill dead?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the door at the end of the hall.
"I-" the man began to speak.
"Is my boyfriend dead?!" she screamed, turning several student's attention to her. "He IS dead! He's DEAD!" Seriana closed her eyes and shoted at the top of her lungs, "HE'S DEAD AND I KILLED HIM!!" Her body went limp and she fell to the floor in a lump before anyone could catch her.
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Seriana groaned. Her left leg felt... wrong. She slowly, weakly, opened her eyes. A bright white ceiling stared down at her, and a familiar voice spoke to her. "Oy, thank god you're alright!" It was Ryu.
"R-Ryu? What happened?" she turned her head to her right and saw her friend.
"You passed out. They were having trouble reviving you, so they brought you here."
"My leg feels funny."
"You probably twisted it when you fell. You were at an odd angle. I should go get somebody- tell them you're awake."
Ryuujin stood up from the chair and walked into the hallway. She was only gone for a few seconds before a doctor, a nurse and two cops, one male and one female, walked in. Ryu wasn't with them though. The doctor performed a few tests- checking for a concussion, ect- while a police officer asked her some questions.
"You say Paul Hill was your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"Before you passed out, you said that you killed him. What did you mean by that?"
"Well, he kind of broke up with me last night before the band concert. A-and when I was playing my solo, I wished that something bad would happen to him and Rebecca."
"What time was this concert over?"
"8:30."
"ETD was 7:45," the woman cop whispered to the first. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with wishing something bad would happen to a guy who breaks up with you. There's no way this girl had anything to do with his death."
"Yeah, alright. We'll keep in touch," the first cop said before leaving.
"I'm sorry for what happened," the other added before leaving.
Ryu walked in just as the doctor was finishing up with his tests. "Well, Seriana, you seem to be fine. I think we can release you by tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Why can't I leave now?"
"We'd like to see if your leg is broken first. I can get you in for an X-ray in a few hours. Until then, get some rest and try to keep your mind off of things."
"Thanks," she mumbled.
"We've tried contacting your father. No such luck." Ryu sighed as soon as the doctor and nurse left.
"Lets hope he realises I'm gone before I get home."
Eponine weakly smiled. "I better go call my mom and tell her you're alright. In the meantime, you rest, K?"
"Yeah."
Ryu walked out of the room, with her long white-blond hair trailing behind her.
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Seriana woke up and looked around. The room hadn't changed any. She guessed that she couldn't have been asleep for more than 5 minutes. She couldn't sleep. Thoughts of what could have happened in the French room the night before kept plaguing her mind. Not so much of what Rebecca and Paul had been doing, but more of how they died. Seriana just had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that she had caused them to die. A psychologist would tell her that it was guilt. But she had felt guilt before. Everyone's felt guilt, but what she felt wasn't just that. In her mind, she was responsible.
"Knock, knock?"
Seriana looked up to see Ryu standing in the door way. She hadn't knocked, she had only said knock.
"Come on in... I can't sleep any." She pulled herself into a semi-sitting position.
"That's what I thought." She walked into the room and sat on the chair by the bed. "You feel guilty about wishing something would happen, don't you?"
Seriana opened her eyes wide. "How do you kn-"
"I was talking with the cops outside."
"I don't just feel guilty. I mean, I feel like I actually did it- even though its physically impossible. Do you know what happened to them yet?"
"Uh, no..." Ryu said nervously. "What do you think you'd do if it turns out you actually did kill them?"
Seriana stared at her friend. Eponine would never say anything like that. Well, maybe she would in a situation like this. They'd never been in a situation like this before. "I... I don't know. Wonder how I did it, I suppose."
"What would you say if I told you that you were the one who killed them? That you have the power to be able to do something like that?"
Seriana didn't say anything. She was so confused. Ryujinn wasn't acting like herself at all. "What the hell are you talking about?" She asked so calmly, when inside she was about to burst with confusion and anger. She tightly cluched the blanket covering her legs in her fists.
"You remember that thing on the news about a couple months back? About the mutants?"
Seriana's face remained unchanged. It was impossible for her to look any more shocked.
"You're one of them. Last night, you finally tapped into your potential."
"Seri, who are you talking to?" a familiar voice spoke from the doorway.
Seriana turned her head to the doorway... and saw Ryu standing there. Her eyes whipped back to the chair next to her. Two Ryus. This was impossible. "Holy god..." The Ryu sitting in the chair stood up from the chair so fast that it tipped over. She sped to the door, knocking the other Ryu down before dashing into the hallway. "What the hell is going on here?" Seriana whispered to herself.
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That's a pretty long first chapter. Actually, it's longer than all of my fanfics, except for Planets Collide.
I always worry when I make original characters. I'm worried I'm creating a Mary Sue. Please, please, please tell me... Does it seem like Seriana is a Mary Sue? God, I knew I shouldn't have written this.
Reviews, si vous plait.
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Seriana clutched angrily at the hem of her red skirt. 'How could he?' she thought, while gritting her teeth together. 'On tonight of all nights.' She sat on the hard blue chair, waiting for her time. Normally, at a time like this, she would be concentrating on the notes- trying to review them in her mind, making sure she knew each one perfectly, one last time before her solo. This time, her mind was somewhere else, on the pain she had been delt earlier that night.
She heard her name introduced through the microphone by her band director. Seriana began to stand up, and only remembered that her flute was still in her lap when it began to roll off as she stood. She quickly grabbed it and solomnly walked to the music stand in the center of the stage. "Psst! Your music!" the boy who was second chair flute called after her. She turned around and grabbed the paper in his outstreched hand. She set the paper down on the stand and stood poised to begin playing. The song, which she formerly regarded as beautiful and flowing, suddenly sounded violent and angry. Of course, her musical ability was so incredible and superior to anyone else in the huge auditorium- excluding her band director- that it didn't matter the attitude she gave to the music, it came out as an amazing sound anyway. Seriana's first concern at the time was her music. She concentrated on fulfilling every note to make a flowing sound. But slightly behind those thoughts, were thoughts of hate. After more than two years... She'd given to him her time, her money, her heart, her body and her soul. And then, not even three minutes before she had to be on stage, he pulled her aside and said some words to her. Seriana couldn't remember them exactly at this moment- her mind was so confused, full of music and hatred.
As the piece she was playing grew from a soft piano section to a loud forte section, she thought more and more about why he broke up with her. She'd recently seen him talking to Rebecca Williams in government class. And not just talking... flirting. She passed it off as talking at the time, but now the truth was revealed. She could tell what would happen the next day at school. Instead of leaning against Seriana's locker, he would be at Rebecca's. She puffed her cheeks up more and her fingers sped along the silver keys. B flat, F, B flat, C...
She wished something could happen....
D flat, E flat, D flat, C, A flat....
Something that would make him suffer as she was suffering...
B flat, C, D flat, C, B flat...
And to Rebecca, too...
A flat, B flat, C, D flat, C....
Teach her not to flirt with someone who already has a girlfriend...
If only something could happen....
Ritard to end, and fermata...
She held the note out longer than she had before. Somehow, she felt less angry, more fulfilled as she finished her song. She smirked and lowered her flute as the audience applauded. She saw her best friend Eponine clapping and smiling wildly in the second row. Seriana picked up the music from the stand and returned to her chair. Instead of feeling angry as she did before, a strange sense had swept over her; like she really needed to say "Take that."
Take that, Paul. I played perfectly without you. Rot in hell for all I care.
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After the concert was over, Seriana didn't even wait for Eponine before leaving. She didn't even bother to put her flute back in its case. As soon as possible, she just ran out of the school to her car, carrying her keys, a music folder, her flute, and its case. She threw them in the backseat before getting in the driver's seat, starting the engine and driving away.
Her car wasn't the most reliable thing on four wheels, but it ran decently, and she got it from her uncle for free when he bought a new car. The trick to keep it from stalling at stop lights was to press on the brake and the gas at the same time.
On the way home, she turned the radio on and sang along. She had a beautiful singing voice. Not only was she first chair flute in the school's symphonic band, but she was also in the somewhat exclusive Belles and Beaux, the highest rung in the school's vocal music program. Seriana was very musically talented. In addition to flute and vocals (both soprano and alto), she played violin, piano and guitar, and she even wrote her own music.
At the age of 3, when most little girls wanted to take ballet lessons, Seriana wanted to learn piano. She started singing lessons at age 6, and flute a few months after that. She started learning to play violin as a high school freshman, and after that she started to teach herself guitar. Now, as a high school junior, she took a part time job at a music store, giving piano and flute lessons. Occasionally, the guitar teacher there would help her with her guitar. He was always amazed at how far she could progress just by herself. She had full confidence that she could pick up almost any instrument and learn to play a simple song within an hour; no one doubted this.
As she was driving home, she was pleased to see that she didn't hit a single red light. That made her drive a whole lot simpler
She pulled into the driveway of a house that had, 10 years ago, looked nice. 10 years ago, a nice family consisting of a mother, a father, and a seven year old girl had lived there. But nine and a half years ago, the mother left. The father and the daugher were by themeselves. Now, the once beautiful garden on the side of the house had been abandoned and overcome by weeds. The paint was chipping off of the house, many of the shingles on the roof had fallen off, and the grass was desperate for a lawn mower.
Seriana parked her car in the two-car garage and saw that her dad was either still at work, or still out drinking. It was probably the latter. She grabed only her flute and left the case and music in the backseat. She calmly walked to the back door of the house, and pulled a key out to unlock it. She kept her keys out once she was inside, and walked through the familiar dark house to her own room. She then used one of the keys to unlock her bedroom door. She had kept a lock on it for the past couple years. Ever since she had earned enough money to aquire a small multimedia studio consisting of a computer, sterio and 61-key keyboard, she had feared that her father would enter her room and sell something so he could buy more booze. She couldn't stand living where she had to lock up her belongings from her own father. She was very confident that after high school, she could get a music scholarship and finally move away.
She set her flute down on the bed, and sat in the little area on the floor that she always sat in. She had everything arranged so that the computer was to the left of her, while the keyboard was in front of her, with the sterio behind that. The computer, sterio and keyboard were all hooked up to each other. Her skills with technology was the only thing that came remotly close to her music skills. She took off her black shoes she wore for the concert and threw them into a laundry basket near the door; her pantyhose soon followed. She flipped on the keyboard and lie down on the floor, her head resting on a soft red pillow while her left hand rested on the keys of the keyboard. She began to play the beginning of as song she was in the process of writing, but shortly after, she'd fallen asleep.
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The sun had begun to rise and shine through Seriana's window. The light awoke her. She glanced over at the clock. The red numbers read 5:36. Her back hurt from sleeping on the floor. She stood up and began her routine to get ready for school.
When she was about 3 blocks away from the school, she noticed that the amout of cars in the area was abnormally large. When she got closer, she began to see the flashing red and blue lights of the police cars and ambulances. There were also news vans from all three local TV stations. The first thing she thought of was that yet another football player was busted for drugs. That would make the 5th one in the past school year. She pulled into the student parking lot and parked in her usual area. She stepped out of the car and hoisted her backback over her shoulders. She was a few feet from the back doors by the cafeteria when a strong voice said "Whoa, whoa- You a student here?" Seriana turned to see a police man approaching her.
"See the books?" she asked sarcastically while pointing her thumb to her bag.
"We've had reporters posing as students to try and get in."
"Well, I'm a student." She pulled the bag off her shoulder and unzipped it to show that there indeed were books inside.
"Alright, go on- get to class."
'Christ, what manners,' she thought. 'I don't even get an apology.'
She walked through the halls and saw and saw right away everything was different. As she walked by the small cliques of people gathered at lockers, their voices changed from loud and boistorous to hushed whispers. She heard one voice whisper "There, that's his girlfriend..." Seriana walked faster to her locker and quickly put in the combination. She started to take out her chemistry book when she saw the familiar face of her friend Eponine. She had tears in her eyes "Ryujinn-" Ryujinn was the nickname Eponine adoped in 7th grade. At the time, the thing she loved more than anything were Japanese dragons. Ryujinn is a Japanese word, translating to "dragon god." The nickname was only used by Seriana, but it lasted for over four years.
"Ryujinn, what's going on around he-"
Her words were cut short as Eponine threw her arms around Seriana in a hug. "Ryu! What-"
"I am so sorry."
"What are you talking about?"
Ryu released her hug and took a step back. "You mean... you mean, you don't know?"
"No! What are you talking about? What's with the police and reporters?! Why is everyone looking at me weird?"
"Oh boy. Um, I think you better sit down..."
Seriana didn't want to hear any news that started with "you better sit down." Ryu led her friend out of the hallway and into the empty physics room. Seriana sat in a desk near the door.
"Um..." Ryu pursed her lips. "Well, uh... This morning, Madame Richter opened up the French room, and she found.. there were two dead bodies in there."
"Oh my god!" Seriana's hand flew up to cover her mouth."Wh-what happened? Who were they?"
"Well, remember that girl from our government class, Rebecca Williams?"
"Oh my god!!" Seriana repeated.
"And well... there's really no way to put this lightly. Remember how you thought that Paul was cheating on you with her? Well, it looks like he was. Um... he's dead too."
Seriana didn't say anything. Her eyes opened wide and she looked like she was going to puke. She hiccupped once. Twice. A total of 14 times before she said anything. Her breathing was abnormal. "Were they like... The French room during intermission of the school play?"
During last year's production of The Sound of Music, two of the stage crew went to the French room during intermission and had sex. It totally grossed out all the French students and Madame Richter had to hold class in the library for a week before everyone felt safe to return to the room.
Ryu hesitated for a little bit. "Yes," she said eventually.
"God... what happened?"
"Nobody really knows for sure. I mean, I guess the police do, but they haven't said anything."
She chuckled a little bit through the shock. "Why is it always the French room? Don't these people have houses? I wonder how long Madame's going to have to hold classes in the librar..."
And then she remembered: Last night during her solo, Seriana had wished so hard that something bad would happen to the two of them. Her breathing became deeper and even more irregular. "Oh no..." She had never felt so much guilt for anything in her life before that moment. "I don't believe this is happening. Ryu, I gotta get out of here." She hastily stood up from the desk, almost tipping it over as she stood up. She ran out of the chassroom and to the main stairway. She took the stairs two at a time as she ran up to the hallway where the French room was located. The entire hallway was blocked off, all the classrooms and all the lockers. Near the end, she could barely make out the poster on the open door- "Bienvinue a la classe de Francais" it read- through all the police officers standing around. There were other police officers standing closer to keep kids from getting into the hallway, and she could see that one at a time, with a police escort, the students with lockers in that corridor were allowed to get their books.
'Why would they still have school when something like this happened?!' Seriana screamed inwardly. She stood there in front of the yellow police tape for the longest time.
"Are you ok, miss?" one of the officers finally asked her.
"Is Paul Hill dead?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the door at the end of the hall.
"I-" the man began to speak.
"Is my boyfriend dead?!" she screamed, turning several student's attention to her. "He IS dead! He's DEAD!" Seriana closed her eyes and shoted at the top of her lungs, "HE'S DEAD AND I KILLED HIM!!" Her body went limp and she fell to the floor in a lump before anyone could catch her.
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Seriana groaned. Her left leg felt... wrong. She slowly, weakly, opened her eyes. A bright white ceiling stared down at her, and a familiar voice spoke to her. "Oy, thank god you're alright!" It was Ryu.
"R-Ryu? What happened?" she turned her head to her right and saw her friend.
"You passed out. They were having trouble reviving you, so they brought you here."
"My leg feels funny."
"You probably twisted it when you fell. You were at an odd angle. I should go get somebody- tell them you're awake."
Ryuujin stood up from the chair and walked into the hallway. She was only gone for a few seconds before a doctor, a nurse and two cops, one male and one female, walked in. Ryu wasn't with them though. The doctor performed a few tests- checking for a concussion, ect- while a police officer asked her some questions.
"You say Paul Hill was your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"Before you passed out, you said that you killed him. What did you mean by that?"
"Well, he kind of broke up with me last night before the band concert. A-and when I was playing my solo, I wished that something bad would happen to him and Rebecca."
"What time was this concert over?"
"8:30."
"ETD was 7:45," the woman cop whispered to the first. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with wishing something bad would happen to a guy who breaks up with you. There's no way this girl had anything to do with his death."
"Yeah, alright. We'll keep in touch," the first cop said before leaving.
"I'm sorry for what happened," the other added before leaving.
Ryu walked in just as the doctor was finishing up with his tests. "Well, Seriana, you seem to be fine. I think we can release you by tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Why can't I leave now?"
"We'd like to see if your leg is broken first. I can get you in for an X-ray in a few hours. Until then, get some rest and try to keep your mind off of things."
"Thanks," she mumbled.
"We've tried contacting your father. No such luck." Ryu sighed as soon as the doctor and nurse left.
"Lets hope he realises I'm gone before I get home."
Eponine weakly smiled. "I better go call my mom and tell her you're alright. In the meantime, you rest, K?"
"Yeah."
Ryu walked out of the room, with her long white-blond hair trailing behind her.
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Seriana woke up and looked around. The room hadn't changed any. She guessed that she couldn't have been asleep for more than 5 minutes. She couldn't sleep. Thoughts of what could have happened in the French room the night before kept plaguing her mind. Not so much of what Rebecca and Paul had been doing, but more of how they died. Seriana just had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that she had caused them to die. A psychologist would tell her that it was guilt. But she had felt guilt before. Everyone's felt guilt, but what she felt wasn't just that. In her mind, she was responsible.
"Knock, knock?"
Seriana looked up to see Ryu standing in the door way. She hadn't knocked, she had only said knock.
"Come on in... I can't sleep any." She pulled herself into a semi-sitting position.
"That's what I thought." She walked into the room and sat on the chair by the bed. "You feel guilty about wishing something would happen, don't you?"
Seriana opened her eyes wide. "How do you kn-"
"I was talking with the cops outside."
"I don't just feel guilty. I mean, I feel like I actually did it- even though its physically impossible. Do you know what happened to them yet?"
"Uh, no..." Ryu said nervously. "What do you think you'd do if it turns out you actually did kill them?"
Seriana stared at her friend. Eponine would never say anything like that. Well, maybe she would in a situation like this. They'd never been in a situation like this before. "I... I don't know. Wonder how I did it, I suppose."
"What would you say if I told you that you were the one who killed them? That you have the power to be able to do something like that?"
Seriana didn't say anything. She was so confused. Ryujinn wasn't acting like herself at all. "What the hell are you talking about?" She asked so calmly, when inside she was about to burst with confusion and anger. She tightly cluched the blanket covering her legs in her fists.
"You remember that thing on the news about a couple months back? About the mutants?"
Seriana's face remained unchanged. It was impossible for her to look any more shocked.
"You're one of them. Last night, you finally tapped into your potential."
"Seri, who are you talking to?" a familiar voice spoke from the doorway.
Seriana turned her head to the doorway... and saw Ryu standing there. Her eyes whipped back to the chair next to her. Two Ryus. This was impossible. "Holy god..." The Ryu sitting in the chair stood up from the chair so fast that it tipped over. She sped to the door, knocking the other Ryu down before dashing into the hallway. "What the hell is going on here?" Seriana whispered to herself.
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That's a pretty long first chapter. Actually, it's longer than all of my fanfics, except for Planets Collide.
I always worry when I make original characters. I'm worried I'm creating a Mary Sue. Please, please, please tell me... Does it seem like Seriana is a Mary Sue? God, I knew I shouldn't have written this.
Reviews, si vous plait.