DISCLAIMER: As previously stated, I do not own X-men or any other part of
Marvel and am not making any money off of this production. If I were, it
would probably be going back into Marvel anyway in an attempt to buy them
out with profits from their own components. As it stands, the only thing I
do own are my ideas and my character, Kiera.
~~~~~~
For several forlorn seconds, I simply lie where I was throughout the entire ordeal and concentrate on breathing methodically. In, out. In, out. As soon as it was established that the crisis was over, the crowd of familiar-looking teenagers began to dissipate. Out of the corner of my eye, I recognize Pietro and Lance, but there are a few other faces I can't put names to although I have seen them before. As they trail out the door, I take notice of someone tall and dark standing in the shadowed corner by the door. I move to a position in which I can freely stare without it being too noticeable.
The woman steps out of the darkness and promptly exits the room. I gasp in shock at her indigo skin. Wanda and Tabitha don't even see her.
"Hey, we, um, were washing your clothes for you and they kind of, well, had an accident..." Tabitha trails off.
"Yeah," Wanda laughs. "They exploded with a bunch of marbles! Good going Boom-boom!" She smirks as Tabitha chases her around the room once before turning the tables and shooting red fireworks at her attacker. Playfulness almost entirely gone in her eyes. Tabitha shrieks and bounces onto the bed next to me. I sit there with a look of complete shock and surprise at the crimson sparks spitting from Wanda's fingers.
"What the..."
"Relax, Kay," she says, rolling her eyes and popping her bubblegum. "We're all mutants here. Yeah, even you. We all know." I'm totally speechless, mouth agape, trying to find words. There's no denying it. "I'm Scarlet Witch - at least, when I'm using my powers. You got a name?"
"Umm... No..."
"Anyway, if you need to borrow some clothes - which you do - you can have some of mine. Come on!" Tabitha literally drags me off the bed and halfway across the room before I can gain control of my limbs and the escaping towel.
Barely in the nick of time, I manage to wrap it around me as she flings the doors open and marches down the hall past several rooms with occupants to another large room. As we pass an open doorway, someone whistles gallingly at us.
"Woohoo! Lose the towel, princess!"
"Yeah, baby!"
I stop in the hallway and turn slowly to see who is so candidly complimenting me. Lance and some guy who has the appearance of a disgusting frog wave at me from their perch on a bed. Pietro is sitting on a pile of pillows with them, a hand covering his face. I raise an eyebrow and rush to catch up with Tabitha, who is now contenting herself with throwing various articles of clothing at me.
"Hurry up, chick! We're gonna be late for school if you don't get dressed now! Here, wear this skirt and these shirts." She playfully tosses a pair of chunky black shoes at me as I struggle to dress.
"You know, I don't feel so good..." My knees buckle and I collapse in a heap, struggling to comprehend why my muscles don't seem to be cooperating. Jeez, I can't even control my own body. How am I supposed to handle a mutant power? What else is going to be thrown at me in the next twenty-four hours?
"Come on, Kiera. You can't stay here all day with Blob." Who? She continues without picking up on my confusion. "The only way you're gonna get control is by not letting it take over you. Now let's get outta here and prove to it who's boss." She grabs me by the elbow and yanks me out the door, down the stairs, out the exit, and into a certain green jeep that almost pulverized me just, what, yesterday? Tooting the horn twice, the rest of the groupies come barreling out the door and shove themselves in wherever they can fit. We fly down the driveway, a trail of little time bubbles popping behind us with my fright.
"Wow, I thought I knew Chicago like the back of my hand," I shout above the blaring radio and whistling wind, "but I have absolutely no idea where we are."
She slams the brakes on at an intersection and they all turn to stare at me.
"You're not in Kansas anymore, Toto." Frog-boy snickers at me.
"Shut up, Todd," Lance backhands him. "She doesn't know."
"Know what?" I ask, frustrated.
Pietro leans over the back seat and looks me directly in the eye. "We're not in Chicago anymore. We're in Bayville. New York." I stare at him in disbelief, but remain silent. Tabitha turns to the left when the light turns green and the next thing I know, we're parking in front of a high school. Sure enough, Bayville Community High. I swallow. My mouth feels like cotton.
How is it possible we're all in New York all of a sudden, going to a different school? I mean, all these people that I was going to school with... All these people I'd seen in passing over the summer... It's not adding up.
I have no choice but to follow them up the steps and wonder about this new foreboding structure. My heart starts racing and I'm beginning to weaken again. Why couldn't I have just stayed at the house? I just got through a life-or-death experience and I have no time to reflect on it? What is going on!!!
"Here, I'll come with you to administration. We may have some classes together. You never know. I mean, I heard you were pretty smart." I jolt out of my reverie as I focus in on Pietro's features. "This way."
He opens the door to the office and waits for me to enter. I take one last glance at my new surroundings in an attempt to accept it and see -
- Jean! And...and Kitty! What the......... How the...
Pietro grabs my arm and guides me up to the front desk.
"Good morning. I take it you're a new student?" she continues as I nod my head. "Your name please."
"Kiera Somersby."
"Oh! Yes, we've been expecting you." I catch Pietro's eye as I open my mouth in astonishment to ask her about that, but he shakes his head. "Here's your schedule. Your first class is down the hall to the left. Have Pietro here show you where it is. He's such a good boy." She smiles sweetly at us and Pietro's entire head, neck and all, turns bright red. I grin. "Hope you have a good season this year!" She calls to our backs.
"Wow, you must be pretty good at basketball for people to recognize you in two different cities." He laughs despite his recent embarrassment.
"You don't even know the half of it." He motions to my classroom. "Here you go. See ya at lunch." He winks and walks farther down, disappearing into another room. I stare at his back until he's gone, then turn to go in. To Health. I can't escape it, no matter what school I go to. I sigh and resign myself.
I take one step into the room and freeze. The class turns to gaze at me as I hand the teacher my 'tardy' slip. My back heats up with all the stares and I gulp my nervousness down.
"Ah, yes. Class, this is our new student, Kiera Somersby. Please welcome her to our school." Jeez, how embarrassing. "Have a seat next to Rahne, over there." I suck in a breath and march to the designated desk.
"Nice to see you again." I say curtly, then turn to face the chalkboard and don't move my line of vision for the rest of the class.
~~~~~~
For several forlorn seconds, I simply lie where I was throughout the entire ordeal and concentrate on breathing methodically. In, out. In, out. As soon as it was established that the crisis was over, the crowd of familiar-looking teenagers began to dissipate. Out of the corner of my eye, I recognize Pietro and Lance, but there are a few other faces I can't put names to although I have seen them before. As they trail out the door, I take notice of someone tall and dark standing in the shadowed corner by the door. I move to a position in which I can freely stare without it being too noticeable.
The woman steps out of the darkness and promptly exits the room. I gasp in shock at her indigo skin. Wanda and Tabitha don't even see her.
"Hey, we, um, were washing your clothes for you and they kind of, well, had an accident..." Tabitha trails off.
"Yeah," Wanda laughs. "They exploded with a bunch of marbles! Good going Boom-boom!" She smirks as Tabitha chases her around the room once before turning the tables and shooting red fireworks at her attacker. Playfulness almost entirely gone in her eyes. Tabitha shrieks and bounces onto the bed next to me. I sit there with a look of complete shock and surprise at the crimson sparks spitting from Wanda's fingers.
"What the..."
"Relax, Kay," she says, rolling her eyes and popping her bubblegum. "We're all mutants here. Yeah, even you. We all know." I'm totally speechless, mouth agape, trying to find words. There's no denying it. "I'm Scarlet Witch - at least, when I'm using my powers. You got a name?"
"Umm... No..."
"Anyway, if you need to borrow some clothes - which you do - you can have some of mine. Come on!" Tabitha literally drags me off the bed and halfway across the room before I can gain control of my limbs and the escaping towel.
Barely in the nick of time, I manage to wrap it around me as she flings the doors open and marches down the hall past several rooms with occupants to another large room. As we pass an open doorway, someone whistles gallingly at us.
"Woohoo! Lose the towel, princess!"
"Yeah, baby!"
I stop in the hallway and turn slowly to see who is so candidly complimenting me. Lance and some guy who has the appearance of a disgusting frog wave at me from their perch on a bed. Pietro is sitting on a pile of pillows with them, a hand covering his face. I raise an eyebrow and rush to catch up with Tabitha, who is now contenting herself with throwing various articles of clothing at me.
"Hurry up, chick! We're gonna be late for school if you don't get dressed now! Here, wear this skirt and these shirts." She playfully tosses a pair of chunky black shoes at me as I struggle to dress.
"You know, I don't feel so good..." My knees buckle and I collapse in a heap, struggling to comprehend why my muscles don't seem to be cooperating. Jeez, I can't even control my own body. How am I supposed to handle a mutant power? What else is going to be thrown at me in the next twenty-four hours?
"Come on, Kiera. You can't stay here all day with Blob." Who? She continues without picking up on my confusion. "The only way you're gonna get control is by not letting it take over you. Now let's get outta here and prove to it who's boss." She grabs me by the elbow and yanks me out the door, down the stairs, out the exit, and into a certain green jeep that almost pulverized me just, what, yesterday? Tooting the horn twice, the rest of the groupies come barreling out the door and shove themselves in wherever they can fit. We fly down the driveway, a trail of little time bubbles popping behind us with my fright.
"Wow, I thought I knew Chicago like the back of my hand," I shout above the blaring radio and whistling wind, "but I have absolutely no idea where we are."
She slams the brakes on at an intersection and they all turn to stare at me.
"You're not in Kansas anymore, Toto." Frog-boy snickers at me.
"Shut up, Todd," Lance backhands him. "She doesn't know."
"Know what?" I ask, frustrated.
Pietro leans over the back seat and looks me directly in the eye. "We're not in Chicago anymore. We're in Bayville. New York." I stare at him in disbelief, but remain silent. Tabitha turns to the left when the light turns green and the next thing I know, we're parking in front of a high school. Sure enough, Bayville Community High. I swallow. My mouth feels like cotton.
How is it possible we're all in New York all of a sudden, going to a different school? I mean, all these people that I was going to school with... All these people I'd seen in passing over the summer... It's not adding up.
I have no choice but to follow them up the steps and wonder about this new foreboding structure. My heart starts racing and I'm beginning to weaken again. Why couldn't I have just stayed at the house? I just got through a life-or-death experience and I have no time to reflect on it? What is going on!!!
"Here, I'll come with you to administration. We may have some classes together. You never know. I mean, I heard you were pretty smart." I jolt out of my reverie as I focus in on Pietro's features. "This way."
He opens the door to the office and waits for me to enter. I take one last glance at my new surroundings in an attempt to accept it and see -
- Jean! And...and Kitty! What the......... How the...
Pietro grabs my arm and guides me up to the front desk.
"Good morning. I take it you're a new student?" she continues as I nod my head. "Your name please."
"Kiera Somersby."
"Oh! Yes, we've been expecting you." I catch Pietro's eye as I open my mouth in astonishment to ask her about that, but he shakes his head. "Here's your schedule. Your first class is down the hall to the left. Have Pietro here show you where it is. He's such a good boy." She smiles sweetly at us and Pietro's entire head, neck and all, turns bright red. I grin. "Hope you have a good season this year!" She calls to our backs.
"Wow, you must be pretty good at basketball for people to recognize you in two different cities." He laughs despite his recent embarrassment.
"You don't even know the half of it." He motions to my classroom. "Here you go. See ya at lunch." He winks and walks farther down, disappearing into another room. I stare at his back until he's gone, then turn to go in. To Health. I can't escape it, no matter what school I go to. I sigh and resign myself.
I take one step into the room and freeze. The class turns to gaze at me as I hand the teacher my 'tardy' slip. My back heats up with all the stares and I gulp my nervousness down.
"Ah, yes. Class, this is our new student, Kiera Somersby. Please welcome her to our school." Jeez, how embarrassing. "Have a seat next to Rahne, over there." I suck in a breath and march to the designated desk.
"Nice to see you again." I say curtly, then turn to face the chalkboard and don't move my line of vision for the rest of the class.