Mutated Music
by Lamie
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This fic brought to you by the cool, sweet sounds of Evanescence. Without them, this fic would never be possible.
Also, sorry for the long delay in getting this chapter up. I've been busy with band, and getting my summer project for English done. But now that school's started, I'll have time to work on this story when my teachers are doing their best to bore everyone to death. *coughFRENCHcough*
My sister and I just had an argument about what Kurt would play if he was in the band. We quickly eliminated the flute, clarinet, oboe, saxophone, or any other intstrument that requires all of your fingers. I thought that trumpet would be a good bet. My sister thought tuba. So we end up getting into a long drawn-out argument: "TUBA!" "TRUMPET!!" I think I may just have to make Kurt play the trumpet in this story. Teehee.
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The trip was shorter than Seriana expected it to be. About 15 minutes before the train stopped, the employee who had helped her with her bags back at the station approached her seat. "Your stop's coming up in a little bit, kid. You got someone waiting for you there?"
Seriana kept a straight face and said "yes." After he walked away, she scowled. Where did he get off calling her "kid" and asking if she had someone waiting for her? He didn't ask anyone else in the car if someone was waiting for them. She was 17 years and 10 months old- practically an adult. The first time she was away from home by herself and she was already getting fussed over.
She never considered that the fuss might be over the crutches, and not her age.
After she got over the anger of being called "kid," she started to feel a little anxiety. What if there wasn't anyone waiting at the station? Jean had said that she and the professor would be waiting there for her, but what if they got the day wrong? What if she got the day wrong? Seriana remembered one time when her father's sister came to visit, and his dad forgot to go pick her up. Aunt Donna had waited at the airport for 5 hours.
As they finally pulled into the station, Seriana sighed in releif when she breifly saw a flash of Jean's bright red hair.
When the train came to a stop, her bags were taken off of the train for her, and she slowly limped down the steps of the train to the platform.
((author's note: Guys, I'm really sorry about this, but at this point, I got the hugest case of writer's block. I didn't know what to write, so just use your imagination and insert your own bit about how Seriana gets to the institute with Jean and Professor X here.))
When Seriana entered through the front door, a large group of kids her age were standing around, looking half-bored. She guessed that they were all students of the school, and that they were told to wait around to greet her. Seriana just wanted them to all go back to whatever they were doing before they crowded around the front doors. Just by their standing there, she felt like she was off to a bad start. The professor rolled on up next to Seriana and introduced her to everyone. She smiled weakly and allowed everyone to introduce themselves.
Jean turned to Kitty and asked, "Can you show Seriana to her room?"
"Sure."
Everyone else started to leave and go back to wherever they were before. "Evan, Kurt, can you help carry her bags up?"
2 boys walking away suddenly stopped short. "Oh man!" they both groaned.
Seriana watched as the two of them grabbed her bags. The one with dark skin and blonde hair hastily picked up the guitar. "Be careful with that!" Seriana snapped.
"Yeah, be careful!" the other boy said in a German accent.
"Sorry."
"It's, uh, like this way," Kitty said, leading Seriana to the elevator. The dark skinned boy went with them, but the one with the blue-black hair and German accent didn't.
Once the elevator stopped, Kitty led the two of them down the hall. "You're in the room next to me and Rogue."
"Uh-huh," Seriana said while looking around the halls. Kitty opened the door. There were two beds in the room, the one closest to the door hadn't been made and a mess of clothes and CDs was skattered around it. The bed closer to the window looked kind of neglected- not in the sense that it was empty, because it was made up very nicely- but it just seemed like there hadn't been anybody to trash it, sleep in it, throw stuff on it, or hang out on it.
The boy who hadn't gotten on the elevator with them was setting Seriana's suitcase on the bed closest to the window.
"Kurt," the other boy scowled.
Seriana made a mental note of his name.
"That's, like, so cheating."
Kurt grinned.
"Wait, how'd you get up here? J'you run up the stairs?" Seriana looked straight at him.
"No. Kurt's just cheating," Kitty scoffed.
Seriana hobbled over to the bed that didn't have her suitcase on it. She leaned the crutches against the bed. The other boy set the guitar down next to her on the bed.
"How'd he cheat?" Seriana looked over to Kurt, who was still grinning. Suddenly, there was a puff of smoke and a strange smell, and Kurt was gone. She barely had time to react before he re-appeared in the same smoke and smell on the other side of the room. "Holy god!" Seriana moved a little in surprise. The jolting of the mattress caused the crutches to fall to the floor with a muffled clatter. "So I... I guess that's why you're here?"
"Well," he said, only with his accent, it sounded more like 'vell.' "That's part of it."
"What's the other part?"
"Why don't we save that for another time?" came a male voice from the doorway.
"Hey, Scott," Kitty greeted. Seriana looked and saw the a taller person with red sunglasses. She had noticed the sunglasses earlier and fought the urge to ask about them. She was sure that she'd get a long, drawn-out response when she only wanted a simple one sentence answer.
"Are you getting situated ok, Seriana?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure..." The truth was that she wasn't getting situated very well. She had been in the institute for less than 10 minutes, and she was already freaking out. She always thought that she'd be perfectly calm if she ever met a mutant. She had always been open to differences- race, religion, ect- and when the knowledge of mutants became more widespread, she found herself accepting towards that as well. That was in theory, of course. Now that she was actually speaking to them and seeing what set them apart, she was a little freaked. "So, Kitty... what can you do?"
"Watch this." Kitty put her hand against the wall. Seriana expected her to move the wall or something, but instead , she just leaned her entire arm through the wall.
"yee...." Seriana made a small scratchy noise with her throat.
"Show her what you can do, Evan."
Seri watched as wooden spikes shot out from his arm. She was glad that she was sitting down so that she wouldn't fall over in shock. "And, uh, what about you, Scott?" she asked hesitantly.
"You'll see soon enough," he said before walking away from the doorway.
"Do I want to see?"
"It's not that bad," Evan said.
"What can you do?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know." She shrugged and scooted herself back so that her ankle was propped up on the bed. "It's nowhere near as cool as what you guys did."
"You don't know?"
"Nope. But whatever I can do, I've already..." her voice trailed off. She reached into her pocket, pulled out the article she tore from the newspaper and gave it to Kurt. Kitty and Evan crowded around him to read it.
"Whoa," Kurt said. Seri knew that if Ryu were there, she would be making squealy noises and repeating 'how cute!' about a billion times because of his accent, even if he did do the poofy-smokey disappearing act.
"I was playing my solo at the time, and I just kinda wished something bad would happen to them."
"Maybe it's some sort of, like, mind control thing. You know, like those snake charmers use the music to make the snake, like, move out of it's basket."
"Maybe," Seriana mumbled.
"Well," Kurt said. "Would you like the tour."
"Um, sure."
"We'll give you the shortened one, so you don't have to, like, walk around on with those crutches so much."
They showed Seriana around, and after less than five minutes, Seri noticed that Evan wasn't with them anymore. "Where'd Evan go?"
"Probably skateboarding," Kitty sighed. "He does that a lot. You'll see him one minute, and then like the next, he's off."
"And now the best part," Kurt said. He opened the door that was behind him. "The kitchen!"
After being showed around, Seriana returned to her room, feeling totally overwhelmed. She set her violin and new guitar on the floor by the window, and her flute on the window seat. Boxes packed with tape were set in the corner by the door. She guessed her computer and keyboard were in them. "I'll unpack later," she sighed. "This is a lot." Her ankle hurt from moving around so much. She propped her leg up on the bed and unwrapped it. The bruising was starting to fade, leaving behind a yellowish-green color. The swelling wasn't going down yet, though. It still looked the size of a baseball.
She started to re-wrap it when the door swung open and someone waltzed on in. "Hey, roomie," the girl said.
"Roomie?" Seriana questioned, while continuing to wrap her ankle.
"Yeah! Roomie!" the girl answered. "In case you've forgotten, or in case you've done the totally normal thing and didn't pay attention, I'm Tabitha."
"Yeah, I didn't pay any attention earlier. I figured that if I needed to learn any names, I'd do it to my own accord."
"Good idea." Tabitha sat down on the clothes on the other bed. "This your junk?" she asked pointing to the boxes.
"Yeah."
"You gonna get them off my side of the room?"
"Eventually."
"So," Tabitha flopped backwards onto the bed, and then rolled over to lay on her stomach. She propped her head up with a pillow. "How do you like it here so far?"
"I'm not really sure... It's kinda ok."
She laughed.
"What's so funny?" Seriana asked.
"Nothing. It's just... 'kinda ok.' That's how I'd describe it. Sometime's it's ok, other times you..."
"...you what?"
"You just wanna run away and... join the Brotherhood or somethin' like that. But don't do that. That's the best advice I can give you."
"The... brotherhood? What's that?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
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For the next week, Seriana spent most of her time getting used to life in Bayville. She stayed at the institute and waited for her ankle to heal before going to school.
The afternoon of her arrival, she began working with the professor to find out what exactly she could do.
"Hank and I have a theory about your abilities."
"You and wh-- eek!!" Seriana exclaimed upon seeing the blue ape-like person for the first time.
"Nice to meet you," he said politely.
"I never knew a mutation could make a person look so, uh, strange. No offence or anything," she added quickly.
"None taken. So I assume you haven't seen Kurt yet?"
"I have, but what does that have to do with-"
"Image inducer on, no doubt."
"Huh?"
"Kurt-"
"Will show Seriana when he's ready to," Professor Xavier interjected. "Now, Seriana. I beleive you've got telekinetic abilities."
"Huh?" she repeated. "Does that mean that I can make things happen?"
"Very simply, yes. But we believe that this telekinesis developed differently than other mutants with this same power."
"Different... You mean through my music?"
"Yes."
"See, I thought it might be. There was a cup that moved when I was singing in the hospital last week."
"Would you like to try again, Seriana?"
"Try... making stuff happen?"
"Of course nothing as drastic as what happened during the concert. We'll try for something smaller, like you did with the cup."
"What do I need to do?"
"Focus on a small object, and just try to make it move."
Seriana looked at a pencil that was on a table on the other side of the room. She focused and thought things like "move pencil!"
When this didn't work, the professor repeated his instructions, but this time told her to sing a tune while focusing. Seriana sang "Twinkle twinkle little star." Before she reached the word "wonder," the pencil had shot off the table and embedded itself in the wall.
"Oops... Sorry. But hey! Look! I did it!"
She had a session every day for a week with similar results. Sometimes she wouldn't sing, sometimes she would use her flute or violin. She had major control problems; she'd end up playing the same song three times over while trying to pull a single book off the shelves with no results, but then suddenly with no warning or change in Seriana's demeaner, every book would come pouring off of the shelves all at once.
The more she attempted to develop her powers, the more they liked to surprise her. Wednesday afternoon, when all the other students were still at school, Seriana took advantage of the quiet and practiced her violin. She was about three measures into a song before all of the dresser drawers in the entire building shot open and all of the clothes flew out onto the floor. You can imagine everyone's reactions when they got home from school.
Seriana's powers wer not the only thing she had to adjust to. The huge new house she lived in, and the people she shared it with were difficult to adapt to. Tabitha made for an... interesting roommate. Seriana eventually learned everyon's name, code name, and powers. A few kept trying to help her find her own code name, but she kept insisting that she wait until she had better control over her powers.
"You could go without a code name," Jean suggested.
"You could go by just a code name," Rogue suggested.
Seriana kindly declined both.
It was on her first morning in the Institute that she got to see the real Kurt. He was at the end of the hall when Seri stepped out of her room. She called out to him, "Hey, Kurt, come here!" He disappeared and reappeared in front of her. "Don't DO that!" she said while catching her breath.
"Sorry. What is it you wanted?"
"I was talking to the professor and.. um, oh yeah, Mr. McCoy yesterday, and we were talking about how, er... he mentioned something called an image inducer?"
"Oh, that. I suppose now's as good as ever. Promise not to freak?"
"I can't promise that. I mean, what if it's fairly freak-some?"
"Promise to only freak a little, then?"
"I'll do my best."
Kurt pressed something on his watch. A strange static look covered him and shortly after, a strange blue demon-y thing stood before her. "This is the real me. The other was a disguise to make me look normal."
"Oh...kay. That is pretty freaky. But, alright. Let's go down to breakfast."
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Seriana began to gain better control over her abilities more amd more each day. By Satuday, her 5th day there, she was actually able to calmly levitate a single book off of the shelves and set it on a table. She practiced her music, and nothing unexpectidly flew around the room. Around the same time, her ankle started feeling a lot better. She kept the wrap on, but stopped using the crutches. Her plan was to go to school on Monday with the other students from the institute. There, she'd get registered and make out a schedule, and she'd finally be on her way to having a whole new life in Bayville.
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Ok, this chapter I'm beginning to worry. This is the main reason I don't write fanfics often: I'm afraid that I'm portraying the characters wrong. I know I'm not including Kurt's accent with spelling. You're creative, you can imagine it. I'm also worried that I'm not doing Kitty's valley-girl speak right. Too many 'like's? To little? There's another problem: I talk like Kitty alot, with a ton of 'like's, and so if I write the dialouge like I normally talk, then it seems like Kitty is saying everything.
I'm doing my best to portray these characters accuratly.
Like, review please. Lamie
by Lamie
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This fic brought to you by the cool, sweet sounds of Evanescence. Without them, this fic would never be possible.
Also, sorry for the long delay in getting this chapter up. I've been busy with band, and getting my summer project for English done. But now that school's started, I'll have time to work on this story when my teachers are doing their best to bore everyone to death. *coughFRENCHcough*
My sister and I just had an argument about what Kurt would play if he was in the band. We quickly eliminated the flute, clarinet, oboe, saxophone, or any other intstrument that requires all of your fingers. I thought that trumpet would be a good bet. My sister thought tuba. So we end up getting into a long drawn-out argument: "TUBA!" "TRUMPET!!" I think I may just have to make Kurt play the trumpet in this story. Teehee.
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The trip was shorter than Seriana expected it to be. About 15 minutes before the train stopped, the employee who had helped her with her bags back at the station approached her seat. "Your stop's coming up in a little bit, kid. You got someone waiting for you there?"
Seriana kept a straight face and said "yes." After he walked away, she scowled. Where did he get off calling her "kid" and asking if she had someone waiting for her? He didn't ask anyone else in the car if someone was waiting for them. She was 17 years and 10 months old- practically an adult. The first time she was away from home by herself and she was already getting fussed over.
She never considered that the fuss might be over the crutches, and not her age.
After she got over the anger of being called "kid," she started to feel a little anxiety. What if there wasn't anyone waiting at the station? Jean had said that she and the professor would be waiting there for her, but what if they got the day wrong? What if she got the day wrong? Seriana remembered one time when her father's sister came to visit, and his dad forgot to go pick her up. Aunt Donna had waited at the airport for 5 hours.
As they finally pulled into the station, Seriana sighed in releif when she breifly saw a flash of Jean's bright red hair.
When the train came to a stop, her bags were taken off of the train for her, and she slowly limped down the steps of the train to the platform.
((author's note: Guys, I'm really sorry about this, but at this point, I got the hugest case of writer's block. I didn't know what to write, so just use your imagination and insert your own bit about how Seriana gets to the institute with Jean and Professor X here.))
When Seriana entered through the front door, a large group of kids her age were standing around, looking half-bored. She guessed that they were all students of the school, and that they were told to wait around to greet her. Seriana just wanted them to all go back to whatever they were doing before they crowded around the front doors. Just by their standing there, she felt like she was off to a bad start. The professor rolled on up next to Seriana and introduced her to everyone. She smiled weakly and allowed everyone to introduce themselves.
Jean turned to Kitty and asked, "Can you show Seriana to her room?"
"Sure."
Everyone else started to leave and go back to wherever they were before. "Evan, Kurt, can you help carry her bags up?"
2 boys walking away suddenly stopped short. "Oh man!" they both groaned.
Seriana watched as the two of them grabbed her bags. The one with dark skin and blonde hair hastily picked up the guitar. "Be careful with that!" Seriana snapped.
"Yeah, be careful!" the other boy said in a German accent.
"Sorry."
"It's, uh, like this way," Kitty said, leading Seriana to the elevator. The dark skinned boy went with them, but the one with the blue-black hair and German accent didn't.
Once the elevator stopped, Kitty led the two of them down the hall. "You're in the room next to me and Rogue."
"Uh-huh," Seriana said while looking around the halls. Kitty opened the door. There were two beds in the room, the one closest to the door hadn't been made and a mess of clothes and CDs was skattered around it. The bed closer to the window looked kind of neglected- not in the sense that it was empty, because it was made up very nicely- but it just seemed like there hadn't been anybody to trash it, sleep in it, throw stuff on it, or hang out on it.
The boy who hadn't gotten on the elevator with them was setting Seriana's suitcase on the bed closest to the window.
"Kurt," the other boy scowled.
Seriana made a mental note of his name.
"That's, like, so cheating."
Kurt grinned.
"Wait, how'd you get up here? J'you run up the stairs?" Seriana looked straight at him.
"No. Kurt's just cheating," Kitty scoffed.
Seriana hobbled over to the bed that didn't have her suitcase on it. She leaned the crutches against the bed. The other boy set the guitar down next to her on the bed.
"How'd he cheat?" Seriana looked over to Kurt, who was still grinning. Suddenly, there was a puff of smoke and a strange smell, and Kurt was gone. She barely had time to react before he re-appeared in the same smoke and smell on the other side of the room. "Holy god!" Seriana moved a little in surprise. The jolting of the mattress caused the crutches to fall to the floor with a muffled clatter. "So I... I guess that's why you're here?"
"Well," he said, only with his accent, it sounded more like 'vell.' "That's part of it."
"What's the other part?"
"Why don't we save that for another time?" came a male voice from the doorway.
"Hey, Scott," Kitty greeted. Seriana looked and saw the a taller person with red sunglasses. She had noticed the sunglasses earlier and fought the urge to ask about them. She was sure that she'd get a long, drawn-out response when she only wanted a simple one sentence answer.
"Are you getting situated ok, Seriana?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure..." The truth was that she wasn't getting situated very well. She had been in the institute for less than 10 minutes, and she was already freaking out. She always thought that she'd be perfectly calm if she ever met a mutant. She had always been open to differences- race, religion, ect- and when the knowledge of mutants became more widespread, she found herself accepting towards that as well. That was in theory, of course. Now that she was actually speaking to them and seeing what set them apart, she was a little freaked. "So, Kitty... what can you do?"
"Watch this." Kitty put her hand against the wall. Seriana expected her to move the wall or something, but instead , she just leaned her entire arm through the wall.
"yee...." Seriana made a small scratchy noise with her throat.
"Show her what you can do, Evan."
Seri watched as wooden spikes shot out from his arm. She was glad that she was sitting down so that she wouldn't fall over in shock. "And, uh, what about you, Scott?" she asked hesitantly.
"You'll see soon enough," he said before walking away from the doorway.
"Do I want to see?"
"It's not that bad," Evan said.
"What can you do?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know." She shrugged and scooted herself back so that her ankle was propped up on the bed. "It's nowhere near as cool as what you guys did."
"You don't know?"
"Nope. But whatever I can do, I've already..." her voice trailed off. She reached into her pocket, pulled out the article she tore from the newspaper and gave it to Kurt. Kitty and Evan crowded around him to read it.
"Whoa," Kurt said. Seri knew that if Ryu were there, she would be making squealy noises and repeating 'how cute!' about a billion times because of his accent, even if he did do the poofy-smokey disappearing act.
"I was playing my solo at the time, and I just kinda wished something bad would happen to them."
"Maybe it's some sort of, like, mind control thing. You know, like those snake charmers use the music to make the snake, like, move out of it's basket."
"Maybe," Seriana mumbled.
"Well," Kurt said. "Would you like the tour."
"Um, sure."
"We'll give you the shortened one, so you don't have to, like, walk around on with those crutches so much."
They showed Seriana around, and after less than five minutes, Seri noticed that Evan wasn't with them anymore. "Where'd Evan go?"
"Probably skateboarding," Kitty sighed. "He does that a lot. You'll see him one minute, and then like the next, he's off."
"And now the best part," Kurt said. He opened the door that was behind him. "The kitchen!"
After being showed around, Seriana returned to her room, feeling totally overwhelmed. She set her violin and new guitar on the floor by the window, and her flute on the window seat. Boxes packed with tape were set in the corner by the door. She guessed her computer and keyboard were in them. "I'll unpack later," she sighed. "This is a lot." Her ankle hurt from moving around so much. She propped her leg up on the bed and unwrapped it. The bruising was starting to fade, leaving behind a yellowish-green color. The swelling wasn't going down yet, though. It still looked the size of a baseball.
She started to re-wrap it when the door swung open and someone waltzed on in. "Hey, roomie," the girl said.
"Roomie?" Seriana questioned, while continuing to wrap her ankle.
"Yeah! Roomie!" the girl answered. "In case you've forgotten, or in case you've done the totally normal thing and didn't pay attention, I'm Tabitha."
"Yeah, I didn't pay any attention earlier. I figured that if I needed to learn any names, I'd do it to my own accord."
"Good idea." Tabitha sat down on the clothes on the other bed. "This your junk?" she asked pointing to the boxes.
"Yeah."
"You gonna get them off my side of the room?"
"Eventually."
"So," Tabitha flopped backwards onto the bed, and then rolled over to lay on her stomach. She propped her head up with a pillow. "How do you like it here so far?"
"I'm not really sure... It's kinda ok."
She laughed.
"What's so funny?" Seriana asked.
"Nothing. It's just... 'kinda ok.' That's how I'd describe it. Sometime's it's ok, other times you..."
"...you what?"
"You just wanna run away and... join the Brotherhood or somethin' like that. But don't do that. That's the best advice I can give you."
"The... brotherhood? What's that?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
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For the next week, Seriana spent most of her time getting used to life in Bayville. She stayed at the institute and waited for her ankle to heal before going to school.
The afternoon of her arrival, she began working with the professor to find out what exactly she could do.
"Hank and I have a theory about your abilities."
"You and wh-- eek!!" Seriana exclaimed upon seeing the blue ape-like person for the first time.
"Nice to meet you," he said politely.
"I never knew a mutation could make a person look so, uh, strange. No offence or anything," she added quickly.
"None taken. So I assume you haven't seen Kurt yet?"
"I have, but what does that have to do with-"
"Image inducer on, no doubt."
"Huh?"
"Kurt-"
"Will show Seriana when he's ready to," Professor Xavier interjected. "Now, Seriana. I beleive you've got telekinetic abilities."
"Huh?" she repeated. "Does that mean that I can make things happen?"
"Very simply, yes. But we believe that this telekinesis developed differently than other mutants with this same power."
"Different... You mean through my music?"
"Yes."
"See, I thought it might be. There was a cup that moved when I was singing in the hospital last week."
"Would you like to try again, Seriana?"
"Try... making stuff happen?"
"Of course nothing as drastic as what happened during the concert. We'll try for something smaller, like you did with the cup."
"What do I need to do?"
"Focus on a small object, and just try to make it move."
Seriana looked at a pencil that was on a table on the other side of the room. She focused and thought things like "move pencil!"
When this didn't work, the professor repeated his instructions, but this time told her to sing a tune while focusing. Seriana sang "Twinkle twinkle little star." Before she reached the word "wonder," the pencil had shot off the table and embedded itself in the wall.
"Oops... Sorry. But hey! Look! I did it!"
She had a session every day for a week with similar results. Sometimes she wouldn't sing, sometimes she would use her flute or violin. She had major control problems; she'd end up playing the same song three times over while trying to pull a single book off the shelves with no results, but then suddenly with no warning or change in Seriana's demeaner, every book would come pouring off of the shelves all at once.
The more she attempted to develop her powers, the more they liked to surprise her. Wednesday afternoon, when all the other students were still at school, Seriana took advantage of the quiet and practiced her violin. She was about three measures into a song before all of the dresser drawers in the entire building shot open and all of the clothes flew out onto the floor. You can imagine everyone's reactions when they got home from school.
Seriana's powers wer not the only thing she had to adjust to. The huge new house she lived in, and the people she shared it with were difficult to adapt to. Tabitha made for an... interesting roommate. Seriana eventually learned everyon's name, code name, and powers. A few kept trying to help her find her own code name, but she kept insisting that she wait until she had better control over her powers.
"You could go without a code name," Jean suggested.
"You could go by just a code name," Rogue suggested.
Seriana kindly declined both.
It was on her first morning in the Institute that she got to see the real Kurt. He was at the end of the hall when Seri stepped out of her room. She called out to him, "Hey, Kurt, come here!" He disappeared and reappeared in front of her. "Don't DO that!" she said while catching her breath.
"Sorry. What is it you wanted?"
"I was talking to the professor and.. um, oh yeah, Mr. McCoy yesterday, and we were talking about how, er... he mentioned something called an image inducer?"
"Oh, that. I suppose now's as good as ever. Promise not to freak?"
"I can't promise that. I mean, what if it's fairly freak-some?"
"Promise to only freak a little, then?"
"I'll do my best."
Kurt pressed something on his watch. A strange static look covered him and shortly after, a strange blue demon-y thing stood before her. "This is the real me. The other was a disguise to make me look normal."
"Oh...kay. That is pretty freaky. But, alright. Let's go down to breakfast."
----+----+----
Seriana began to gain better control over her abilities more amd more each day. By Satuday, her 5th day there, she was actually able to calmly levitate a single book off of the shelves and set it on a table. She practiced her music, and nothing unexpectidly flew around the room. Around the same time, her ankle started feeling a lot better. She kept the wrap on, but stopped using the crutches. Her plan was to go to school on Monday with the other students from the institute. There, she'd get registered and make out a schedule, and she'd finally be on her way to having a whole new life in Bayville.
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Ok, this chapter I'm beginning to worry. This is the main reason I don't write fanfics often: I'm afraid that I'm portraying the characters wrong. I know I'm not including Kurt's accent with spelling. You're creative, you can imagine it. I'm also worried that I'm not doing Kitty's valley-girl speak right. Too many 'like's? To little? There's another problem: I talk like Kitty alot, with a ton of 'like's, and so if I write the dialouge like I normally talk, then it seems like Kitty is saying everything.
I'm doing my best to portray these characters accuratly.
Like, review please. Lamie