Aww,... (shucks) lol. Thankyou Transcendental (did I get it right that time...) And I did read some of your work... Logan with the Sattelite, or something. Very very funny. You should right some more of that sort of thing if you can. Little parodies -arnt they great?!
Anywho's, on with the story. Mwah!
X - Angel
Chapter 13
By the end of the week, most of the students from the school, had left to stay over with friends or relative's, during the festive season. Paige, and Jubilee, had gone to stay with their parent's, so Piper, had the room to herself.
It felt odd, the first night, but she found herself used to it, and quite liked the silence, instead of the heavy breathing from Jubilee all night.
There was numerous small group's of student's left behind. Bobby, had taken a chance by asking if he could have gone home for the Christmas week. With much hesitation, his Parent's had agreed. Kitty, had also left, aswell as a few other's of Rogue's friend's leaving her to sit by herself most the time, or with some of the teacher's.
Piper, found herself hanging around with Warren most of the time, it wasnt official between them, but they acted as if they were a couple. Angelo seemed to stick with them, being friends with Paige, and Jubilee, and also having not many other friends left at the institute either.
For the continuous three day's after the student's had left, to occupy some of her time, Piper had been spending it in the Gym. It was Two day's from Christmas, and it came upon that night, she could not sleep, and wrapping herself up in her fleece dressing gown, she wore only a strappy T-shirt, and her loose fitting pyjama trouser's.
She stumbled her way down the stair's before finding her feet. She winced at the coldness of the tiled floor on her feet, and tip-toed herself onto the carpet. She walked herself down the hall, there was only one place she could think of going. The Gymnasium.
"Your getting yourself too attached Piper..." She sighed to herself, and let out a short chuckle, pushing the large door ajar. "You gotta' break the habit." She let out a little laugh, letting her dressing gown fall from her shoulder's, and then threw it in a heap in the corner of the wall.
She did some warm up exercises, and looked over at the mounting horse in the corner. With a slight smile, she reached out her hands, and slowly, with a lot of concentration, the object moved itself into the middle of the room, surrounded by safety mat's.
She walked over to the CD player mounted into an alcove, it was used to help some of the students concentrate, on their training. Pressing 'play' on the machine, some classical music of 'Flower Dust from Lakme' came on, by Delibes.
Relaxing her body and mind, within the smooth flow of the music, she placed herself, at the end of the wooden beam, and took a running jump.
Landing on her feet, she stood on the end of the padded beam. But, with a little unbalance, she found herself wobbiling a little, as she outstreatched her arm's, to re-establish the field of gravity around her..
She steadied herself perfectly, and out stretched her right leg infront of her in the air, pointed toe, and softly placed it back down. She repeated the notion with her left leg, and then, lent the hole of her upper half, down, so as she was resting on her hands, bringing both her leg's up - perfectly pointed, and straitend into the air above her. She slowly pulled a forward flip, reaching the end of the horse, and turned around, to face the way she had just come - moving in time with the music.
Ballet, a passion she had since before she could remember. Only after she was adopted, was she able to train in the art.
'An extra ability to guide her gift.' She remembered Ms. Darkholm discussing over the phone, when she was younger.
She quickly came back to her senses, and without a second of thought, then pushed herself forward, making another forward flip, spinning herself, into the second, which ultimatly made her proceed into a backwards flip.
Again at the end of the horse, she slowly exhaled, as she held her hands steadily from her side's, and then dropped herself down, onto the padded matting below.
The same night, eleswhere in the mansion, Logan had awoken once again from his dream's, and took to a walk as he usually did. He quietly walked his way down the stairs, so as not to wake anyone eles. Passing his way around the little boy watching Television. In all the times he had seen the boy, he had never bothered to find out his name. He shrugged the thought off, and walked into the kitchen. It was empty for once, usually one student or another was helping themselves to food, or just getting a glass of water.
Logan walked into a separate small room, where a large chest freezer sat. But Logan dismissed the large white container, and reached to one of the shelves, placed above, and brought down a fesh six-pack of Beer. Walking back into the kitchen, he saw a glimpse of a figure walk past. He looked down the hall to see Piper, and walked back into the room.
"What's with that girl?" He thought aloud. Opening up the bottle, he took a few mouthfulls of it, and decided in following Piper down to the Gym.
He stopped at the door, hearing the music playing, softly, as it echoed around the large space. As he peered in he could see her pull the stunt's of the backflips, and jump down from the horse. She turned around and spotted him staring at her, and she walked over to the door, not noticing the effect the cold air was having on her, as Logan could plainly see through her T-shirt.
"Hey." He smiled, as she pulled the door open sharply.
She gave a sarcastic smile to him. "What do you want?" She asked raising an eyebrow, as she crossed her arms on her chest.
Logan shrugged. "You never told me you could do any of that ...stuff." He waved his hand in the direction of the mounting horse.
"Well-" Piper, said, and grabbed the bottle from his hand, taking a large mouthfull from it. "You never asked." She gasped, pushing it back against his chest.
Logan looked confused, by her action's, but slightly amused. "What is it anyway?" He asked, trying to make conversation.
Piper had begun walking away, and gave him a sly look over her shoulder. She turned back round, resting her hands on her hip's. "Ballet... you know what that is?" She asked, as if talking to a child.
"Sure... skinny girls, tip-toeing around in fluffy tutu's, and shit." He replied.
"There's a bit more to it than that." Piper smiled, and after turning off the music, made her way to the Punch-bag, which had recently been fixed. "So then... you like what you see?" She quipped.
Logan walked over to her, and stood quite tall against the Eighteen year old. "I've seen better..." He said, flicking his eyebrow's in amusement to the insult, and walked away, taking another sip of his Beer.
"Asshole..." She whispered, crossing her arms on her chest.
"That I am." Came an amused reply from the doorway. In reply to that comment, Piper simply stuck her finger's up in his direction, and turned around to the punchbag, and hit it extremely hard.