Angla: Angel of Abyss
disclaimer: I don't own x-men or this story, this story belongs to my little sister and she made her own little language to go along with the story and never bothers to name the chapters.
Kurama: "Now Maki be nice."
Maki: "But what can I say, that's why she made me her editor."
Kurama: "SO R&R people."
summary: A young girl with angel wings and mutant powers, what can she do to find her siblings and try to stay out of trouble at the same time.
warning: Rated for violence and strange language, sappiness too.
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Chapter 2: The beginning of a reunion.
Angla fell asleep easily that night. When she woke, she was confused and lost.
Regaining her memory, despite for her brother came back. How she wanted him dead. Moving toward the door, she became aware of the bruises covering her small and fragile body. She brushed her hair off her face, revealing an odd scar. The scar was in the shape of an A, covering most of her left cheek. The same scar was on her left ankle, but smaller. Accidentally, touching the scar she winced with pain. She stared at her door for a minute, then it flew open. She moved swiftly down the stairs, toward where her moron of a brother was. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she walked toward her brother and his friends. They seemed to be watching her carefully. Her eyes turned calm. She could feel their eyes bearing into her scar.
"Mish!" She said, smiling. She and her siblings had made up their own language.
"It means morning in siblingish." She said, laughing at their confused faces.
"Morning Angla." Jean and Ororo said at the same time. "Where did you get that scar Angla?" Warren asked.
"Don't remember! Why do you care anyway?" She asked.
Hank and Bobby watched her with interest.
"Why do you care, why I care?" He asked.
"Why do you care why I care why you care?" She asked. "Because you're my sister!" He said, acknowledging her assistants.
"Really now?!" she said, mumbling.
Scott frowned and sighed.
"So Warren have you told them about all your siblings?" Angla asked, teasingly.
"I told them about you nine." Warren said.
"What about the other six?" She asked, grinning.
"What other six?" Scott asked. "
There once was fifteen of us, not counting Warren." She said, grinning like a madwoman
"Shut up, Angel!!" Warren said, angrily.
"Don't call me that!" She said, storming into the kitchen. "What other six, Warren?" Logan asked.
"There were fifteen of them once.
Six are now dead." Warren said.
"Who were they?" Bobby asked. Scott glared at Bobby.
"Billy was 17, Zach was 16,
Nathan was 15, Cassie was 12,
Ella was 11, and Sandra was 10. It's my fault they're dead. I should have let them come here." Warren said.
"It's not your fault! You didn't kill them." Bobby said.
"For once Bobby's right." Scott said. Warren stared out the window.
"Come on. Let's all walk." Hank said.
A boy slipped onto the grounds. White wings, golden skin and blue eyes made him like his siblings. Brown hair flew down his back.
This school was where his brother was. He slipped thru the door, leaving a burn mark behind. He started walking down a hallway, then froze.
Warren and his friends walked down a hall, turning at the corner. He stopped instantly, spotting the boy. Hank ran into him, falling.
"Move it, Warren!" Hank said.
"Micheal...." He said, trailing off.
Did THE OTHERS....." The BOY SAID.
Angla moved quickly toward a hallway, sensing a familiar presence. Spotting the boy she instantly stopped dead in her tracks.
The boy turned, hearing the soft familiar footsteps.
"Come on guys." Scott said, leading the rest of his friends back the way they came.
"We'll catch you later, Warren." Peter said, leaving with his other friends.
"Micheal, you're alive!" Angla said. The two children ran toward each other, embracing in a hug.
"Are we the only ones?" Micheal asked.
"Yea, so far only you two have made it here." Warren said. "Come on Micheal, the Professor is going to want to meet you." He said, leading the way to Prof. Xavier's office. Knocking, he opened the door for them.
"Ah, you must be Micheal. I heard a lot about you. I assume you will be staying here also." Prof. X said
"If that's not a problem." Micheal said.
"No problem at all. Angla, why don't you show your brother to room #24." Xavier said.
She shrugged, leading the way upstairs.
"Here 'S your room Micheal. Goodnight, I'm going to get some sleep." She said.
"So that was your brother, Warren?" Bobby asked.
"Yea. That was Micheal." Warren said, twirling a key around his finger.
"What does your key go to Warren?" Hank asked.
"Its Angla's not mine." He said.
"Are you going to give it to her?" Bobby asked.
"No, I'm not. She doesn't need it right now. She's not ready." He said, sighing.
'But it is hers." Jean said.
"I'm off to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Warren said, leaving the room and heading upstairs. He walked toward his room, # 22, then stopped. He walked toward Angla's room, opening the door an inch and peering in. He watched his small, sleeping sister for a moment, then walked across the hall to Micheal room. He glanced in on his younger brother, then walked to his room and opened the door. Shutting the door, he sighed.