A/N: Well here's chappie 3! This is when things start making sense, and our
confused lil Angie gets at a major crossroads in her life, which way will
she go...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of 'em except for my original character: Angelica!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Angelica
Chapter 3: The Morning After
Streams of bright sunlight filtered through the bedroom window down to Angelica's face. ~Errr, I don't wanna get up...Maybe if I call in sick, Carlos will let me off today...Man! My body aches! I definitely need a new mattress.~ After some pointless attempts of tossing and turning in bed to avoid the daylight, she gave up and opened her eyes...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Angelica screamed.
"Calm down my child! You'll only upset yourself even more!" a refined looking black woman with white hair pleaded from a chair next to Angie's bed.
"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Angie yelled out.
"My name is Ororo Munroe and I'm simply keeping watch over you, child. After last night, I'd say you need it." the kind-faced lady responded.
"Last night?...What? What happened last night? W-why would I need someone watching over me?" asked a hysterical Angelica.
"Don't you remember anything from last night, dear?" questioned Ororo.
The last thing she could remember about last night was ordering a pizza, watching "Law and Order: SVU", then going off to bed. Nothing special. Her entire body felt extremely sore for some strange reason though. And then she remembered that terrible dream she had, but that was only a dream...right?
Ororo only got a baffled stare in response, "Oh my. You really don't remember, do you?"
"What...what happened?" Angie asked, slightly scared at what the answer to the question might be. When she saw Ororo's troubled expression she instantly knew what she feared was true. It had happened. All of it. Angie had a sudden feeling of guilt, shame, and self-hatred all at once. It was too much to bear, she had to get out of there. Ignoring her aching body she instantaneously jumped out of bed and ran for the bedroom door, when she reached it she yanked it open and started to run across her living room but abruptly came to a halt. Something had caught her eye. She slowly looked over her shoulder, she couldn't believe it. The same white bald man in the wheelchair from the day before was sitting in her living room along with that tall redhead! "What are YOU guys doing here?!.....What-what the hell is going on?!" It was like the world was turning upside-down on her!
"Angelica, please, calm down. We certainly have a few things to discuss." the Prof said.
Angie heard a noise coming from the kitchen, she looked over in that direction. She saw a brawny short man going through her refrigerator. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
The burly built man took out a green bottle of Heineken, popped the top with one metal looking claw that was protruding out of his knuckles, and took a swig. "Ya know, ya should really stock up on your booze darlin', you're runnin' low."
Angelica was flabbergasted! She woke up to find a stranger next to her bed, some mutant cult people brake into her house, and to top it all off some big wolf guy was raiding her beer stash! If anything, she was NOT going to tolerate that last bit.
"THAT'S IT! GET OUT! ALL OF YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!"
Everyone stared at her in silence. She was standing there, pointing at the door, eyes wide, her chest rising up and down rapidly. Even SHE had to admit to herself, she looked like a crazy woman! But she had that right, considering the circumstances. She suddenly felt a slight tingly sensation on her forehead, and to her surprise she gradually calmed down. She eased up, and felt as though she could trust the Prof, enough to sit down on the couch across from him and have that discussion he had mention the other day. After a brief pause she spoke, "I-I'm sorry, I...I haven't been myself lately. I just...I don't know..."
"Angelica, I know that all of this is coming on you all at once and that it is putting you in a grave disposition. You may be going through a phase of shock as we speak, but that feeling of uncertainty will pass over time, with a little acceptance on your part mind you." the Prof sighed regrettably, then continued, "I'm sure you have a recollection of last night's events."
She nodded, she remembered everything. The stroll on the roof-tops, the alley, the muggers, the woman, and the horrible creature she had become, but to her it had all seemed like a dream. She shifted her body at the thought of it ever happening again, that's when she noticed the sharp pain in her upper abdomen. Her hand automatically went for the spot and she detected something under her bed shirt. ~Hey...I wasn't wearing this last night, and what the heck is this?~ she thought while examining what exactly it was under her shirt.
"It's gauze, we had to dress your wounds when we got to you. You lost a lot of blood but I highly doubt most of it was yours. You have your mutation to thank for your survival."
Angie looked up at the Redhead where the response had originated. "What did you say?" she was astonished that she got an answer to a question she never asked.
"I...was just stating the obvious." Jean retorted.
It was dawning upon Angie, these freaks weren't just your average mutant lovers, they WERE the mutants! She had to know, "Just what do you guys want with me?"
"It's not what we want, it's what you want, Angelica. Like I said before, I run a private school in Westchester, it's near Bayville in Salem Center. It's a school for people like you and I, a place to hone our unique talents, and be accepted by others like yourself." the Prof explained.
"Well, that sounds all fine and dandy but what's the catch?" Angie inquired.
"No catch, my dear. This is simply something the Professor strongly believes in. We all know the world is not the safest place for mutants, and Charles just wants to help those who might need it. If you feel you are ready to face the world as you are now, then you can simply decline our offer and never hear from us again, or you can join us and learn how to control your power, so that when you feel ready you can go ahead and integrate yourself into the world again." Ororo had some strong words there.
Angie had gazed at the graceful woman with every word she spoke. She seemed so wise, so thoughtful and compassionate. She made a good argument, but Angelica already knew which choice was best. She hesitated at first, "Well, how much is this school? I mean I don't have much money, I might not be able to afford this. And-and...I have a life here you know! I cant just abandon everything and everyone I know!"
"One, you don't have to pay a penny. Two, do you really like it here? Or how your life's goin'? Have you ever heard of makin' new friends, darlin'? Trust me, you'll get over it once you get to the Institute." barked the beefy man who was almost done drinking one of her precious Heinys.
She glared at him, giving him one of those "how dare you to assume what I want" kind of looks. Logan only gave her a wink and took another swig of HER beer. She irritably got up from the couch and went to the bathroom, unsure of what to do. She locked herself inside and started to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She raised her hand to her face and a sharp pain made its way to that spot on her abs. ~Ouch! Tylenol, now!~ She popped some pain killers, and raised the hem of her shirt to look at those 'dressed wounds' as the Redhead had put it. Her entire belly and lower chest were wrapped up in gauze, and she noticed three tiny red marks all in a straight vertical row at that spot that was aching like hell.
Her head snapped up, her thoughts went straight back to the night before. She remembered how she had gotten wounded; after she had finished with the group and the woman in the alley, she noticed someone watching her from above and she zipped up to them. It was the wolf guy! She attacked him fiercely, and he didn't strike back, not once. He even yelled at her to snap her out of it, but she just wouldn't listen, she kept on going with her vicious attack. And that's when it happened, the guy brought her back. It was in the most unusual of ways, but he had done what was necessary in a situation like that. In those minor seconds they had locked with each other's eyes and could sense what the other felt. They had made a connection. And when she fell on top of him she heard his gruff voice, "I'm sorry kid, I tried." He had said it with all the sincerity he could gather in him. He really hadn't wanted to do kill her. Although she wasn't breathing, she was still conscious. She could hear him talking to someone on some communicator, his name was Logan, or was it Wolverine? Which ever it was, all she knew at that point was that she wasn't dying, but instead...healing? After about a minute or two her body gasped for air, the sudden movement sent an excruciating pain throughout all the nerves in her body. This was too much of a pain overload, that she blacked out.
Angie shook her head back to the present. She brushed her teeth and freshened up for the day. During all this, she was thinking about what the people outside her bathroom had all said. They were right, the world treated mutants like something between athlete's foot and child molesters, and now that she was one, life wasn't going to get any easier. She didn't like her job, and the city was bringing back more and more unpleasant memories. School wasn't going to be a problem, she might have to hold on NYU, but at least it gave her time to relax. She could always stay in touch with her friends, via e-mail, post, and phone; plus she was bound to make new friends anywhere she went. And besides, that Heiny thief didn't look too shabby...
After about five minutes Angie made her way back to her living room, the Prof, Jean, and Ororo were all talking with each other, Logan was in a corner staring out a window. When she sat down again all eyes were on her. She assertively raised her head and announced, "I'll do it, I'll join your school." The Prof and Ororo's faces were brightened at the news, Jean was somewhat less enthused, and Logan had a smirk on his face. Then Angie added, "But only under one condition!" Everyone was surprised, what else could she want? "Wolf Boy over there has to pay me back for all the Heinekens he's gulped down." And with that, chuckles could be heard from outside Angelica's apartment.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: I love "Logan's Never-Ending Quest for Beer" its hilarious! I just had to incorporate that somehow! Well, now that you read it, REVIEW IT!!! NOW! REVIEW IT! PRESS THAT LIL PURPLE BUTTON AND TYPE WHAT YOU THINK!!! NOW!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of 'em except for my original character: Angelica!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Angelica
Chapter 3: The Morning After
Streams of bright sunlight filtered through the bedroom window down to Angelica's face. ~Errr, I don't wanna get up...Maybe if I call in sick, Carlos will let me off today...Man! My body aches! I definitely need a new mattress.~ After some pointless attempts of tossing and turning in bed to avoid the daylight, she gave up and opened her eyes...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Angelica screamed.
"Calm down my child! You'll only upset yourself even more!" a refined looking black woman with white hair pleaded from a chair next to Angie's bed.
"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Angie yelled out.
"My name is Ororo Munroe and I'm simply keeping watch over you, child. After last night, I'd say you need it." the kind-faced lady responded.
"Last night?...What? What happened last night? W-why would I need someone watching over me?" asked a hysterical Angelica.
"Don't you remember anything from last night, dear?" questioned Ororo.
The last thing she could remember about last night was ordering a pizza, watching "Law and Order: SVU", then going off to bed. Nothing special. Her entire body felt extremely sore for some strange reason though. And then she remembered that terrible dream she had, but that was only a dream...right?
Ororo only got a baffled stare in response, "Oh my. You really don't remember, do you?"
"What...what happened?" Angie asked, slightly scared at what the answer to the question might be. When she saw Ororo's troubled expression she instantly knew what she feared was true. It had happened. All of it. Angie had a sudden feeling of guilt, shame, and self-hatred all at once. It was too much to bear, she had to get out of there. Ignoring her aching body she instantaneously jumped out of bed and ran for the bedroom door, when she reached it she yanked it open and started to run across her living room but abruptly came to a halt. Something had caught her eye. She slowly looked over her shoulder, she couldn't believe it. The same white bald man in the wheelchair from the day before was sitting in her living room along with that tall redhead! "What are YOU guys doing here?!.....What-what the hell is going on?!" It was like the world was turning upside-down on her!
"Angelica, please, calm down. We certainly have a few things to discuss." the Prof said.
Angie heard a noise coming from the kitchen, she looked over in that direction. She saw a brawny short man going through her refrigerator. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
The burly built man took out a green bottle of Heineken, popped the top with one metal looking claw that was protruding out of his knuckles, and took a swig. "Ya know, ya should really stock up on your booze darlin', you're runnin' low."
Angelica was flabbergasted! She woke up to find a stranger next to her bed, some mutant cult people brake into her house, and to top it all off some big wolf guy was raiding her beer stash! If anything, she was NOT going to tolerate that last bit.
"THAT'S IT! GET OUT! ALL OF YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!"
Everyone stared at her in silence. She was standing there, pointing at the door, eyes wide, her chest rising up and down rapidly. Even SHE had to admit to herself, she looked like a crazy woman! But she had that right, considering the circumstances. She suddenly felt a slight tingly sensation on her forehead, and to her surprise she gradually calmed down. She eased up, and felt as though she could trust the Prof, enough to sit down on the couch across from him and have that discussion he had mention the other day. After a brief pause she spoke, "I-I'm sorry, I...I haven't been myself lately. I just...I don't know..."
"Angelica, I know that all of this is coming on you all at once and that it is putting you in a grave disposition. You may be going through a phase of shock as we speak, but that feeling of uncertainty will pass over time, with a little acceptance on your part mind you." the Prof sighed regrettably, then continued, "I'm sure you have a recollection of last night's events."
She nodded, she remembered everything. The stroll on the roof-tops, the alley, the muggers, the woman, and the horrible creature she had become, but to her it had all seemed like a dream. She shifted her body at the thought of it ever happening again, that's when she noticed the sharp pain in her upper abdomen. Her hand automatically went for the spot and she detected something under her bed shirt. ~Hey...I wasn't wearing this last night, and what the heck is this?~ she thought while examining what exactly it was under her shirt.
"It's gauze, we had to dress your wounds when we got to you. You lost a lot of blood but I highly doubt most of it was yours. You have your mutation to thank for your survival."
Angie looked up at the Redhead where the response had originated. "What did you say?" she was astonished that she got an answer to a question she never asked.
"I...was just stating the obvious." Jean retorted.
It was dawning upon Angie, these freaks weren't just your average mutant lovers, they WERE the mutants! She had to know, "Just what do you guys want with me?"
"It's not what we want, it's what you want, Angelica. Like I said before, I run a private school in Westchester, it's near Bayville in Salem Center. It's a school for people like you and I, a place to hone our unique talents, and be accepted by others like yourself." the Prof explained.
"Well, that sounds all fine and dandy but what's the catch?" Angie inquired.
"No catch, my dear. This is simply something the Professor strongly believes in. We all know the world is not the safest place for mutants, and Charles just wants to help those who might need it. If you feel you are ready to face the world as you are now, then you can simply decline our offer and never hear from us again, or you can join us and learn how to control your power, so that when you feel ready you can go ahead and integrate yourself into the world again." Ororo had some strong words there.
Angie had gazed at the graceful woman with every word she spoke. She seemed so wise, so thoughtful and compassionate. She made a good argument, but Angelica already knew which choice was best. She hesitated at first, "Well, how much is this school? I mean I don't have much money, I might not be able to afford this. And-and...I have a life here you know! I cant just abandon everything and everyone I know!"
"One, you don't have to pay a penny. Two, do you really like it here? Or how your life's goin'? Have you ever heard of makin' new friends, darlin'? Trust me, you'll get over it once you get to the Institute." barked the beefy man who was almost done drinking one of her precious Heinys.
She glared at him, giving him one of those "how dare you to assume what I want" kind of looks. Logan only gave her a wink and took another swig of HER beer. She irritably got up from the couch and went to the bathroom, unsure of what to do. She locked herself inside and started to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She raised her hand to her face and a sharp pain made its way to that spot on her abs. ~Ouch! Tylenol, now!~ She popped some pain killers, and raised the hem of her shirt to look at those 'dressed wounds' as the Redhead had put it. Her entire belly and lower chest were wrapped up in gauze, and she noticed three tiny red marks all in a straight vertical row at that spot that was aching like hell.
Her head snapped up, her thoughts went straight back to the night before. She remembered how she had gotten wounded; after she had finished with the group and the woman in the alley, she noticed someone watching her from above and she zipped up to them. It was the wolf guy! She attacked him fiercely, and he didn't strike back, not once. He even yelled at her to snap her out of it, but she just wouldn't listen, she kept on going with her vicious attack. And that's when it happened, the guy brought her back. It was in the most unusual of ways, but he had done what was necessary in a situation like that. In those minor seconds they had locked with each other's eyes and could sense what the other felt. They had made a connection. And when she fell on top of him she heard his gruff voice, "I'm sorry kid, I tried." He had said it with all the sincerity he could gather in him. He really hadn't wanted to do kill her. Although she wasn't breathing, she was still conscious. She could hear him talking to someone on some communicator, his name was Logan, or was it Wolverine? Which ever it was, all she knew at that point was that she wasn't dying, but instead...healing? After about a minute or two her body gasped for air, the sudden movement sent an excruciating pain throughout all the nerves in her body. This was too much of a pain overload, that she blacked out.
Angie shook her head back to the present. She brushed her teeth and freshened up for the day. During all this, she was thinking about what the people outside her bathroom had all said. They were right, the world treated mutants like something between athlete's foot and child molesters, and now that she was one, life wasn't going to get any easier. She didn't like her job, and the city was bringing back more and more unpleasant memories. School wasn't going to be a problem, she might have to hold on NYU, but at least it gave her time to relax. She could always stay in touch with her friends, via e-mail, post, and phone; plus she was bound to make new friends anywhere she went. And besides, that Heiny thief didn't look too shabby...
After about five minutes Angie made her way back to her living room, the Prof, Jean, and Ororo were all talking with each other, Logan was in a corner staring out a window. When she sat down again all eyes were on her. She assertively raised her head and announced, "I'll do it, I'll join your school." The Prof and Ororo's faces were brightened at the news, Jean was somewhat less enthused, and Logan had a smirk on his face. Then Angie added, "But only under one condition!" Everyone was surprised, what else could she want? "Wolf Boy over there has to pay me back for all the Heinekens he's gulped down." And with that, chuckles could be heard from outside Angelica's apartment.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: I love "Logan's Never-Ending Quest for Beer" its hilarious! I just had to incorporate that somehow! Well, now that you read it, REVIEW IT!!! NOW! REVIEW IT! PRESS THAT LIL PURPLE BUTTON AND TYPE WHAT YOU THINK!!! NOW!!!