Author: Logan Berry
Summary: As Logan arrives back with Kaylan, plans to travel to Brazil are put on hold as Charles must face Kaylan with the news of her mutancy and what her future may hold.
Rating/warning & pairing: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to any Marvel Characters. Kaylan O'Connor and other original characters are fictional and owned by the above author.
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The black and chrome motorcycle gleamed in the warm yellow light cast across the driveway from the open front door of Xavier's school for gifted children.
"Logan!" Bobby shouted as he sprinted down the wide stone steps leading down from the mansion.
"Hey kid, what ya doin' up?" Logan inquired as he pulled the keys from the ignition.
It was nearly 4 am, and Bobby and some of the older boys had been watching horror movies in the t.v. room (as they were allowed to do on a Saturday night). They had all fallen asleep on the sofas several hours before, but the familiar rumbling sound of Logan's bike woke several of them and Bobby was first to the door. He instinctively knew something must be wrong; Logan never brought his bike to the front of the school usually swinging round back to the main garage.
"Bobby, go get the others, we got a visitor." Bobby glanced over at the quite figure still sitting on the seat trying to get a better look as Logan climbed off and began to help her from the bike.
"'K." The young x-man turned and headed back towards the mansion, but the excitement had already woken the house-hold and as Bobby reached the top of the steps Ro marched through the open door.
"Bobby, what's going on?" she questioned with authority.
"Logan's back…an' he's got someone with him." Bobby replied.
"Who?"
"D'know, couldn't tell."
Perplexed, Ororo hurried down the steps as Logan was heading up; a back-pack slung over his right shoulder and his left arm wrapped around the waist of a figure who seemed to be leaning quite heavily on him for support.
"Logan? What's happened?" She asked growing more concerned as she reached the pair.
"'S ok, Ro, nothin' we couldn't handle, right?" He addressed the figure next to him and she raised her head and nodded.
"Kaylan!, Oh my Goddess, what on earth happened, you look exhausted."
"Hello Ororo." Kaylan managed a weak smile. The journey from the city had taken nearly an hour and she had fallen asleep leaning against Logan's warm back. Now, holding on tight to his jacket she wearily made her way up the stairs with his help.
"There was a bit o' trouble Ro." Logan shot her a look that told her not to ask anything more, she nodded in acknowledgement but her eyes told him she wanted all the details later, as she turned her attention back to the young woman.
"Here, take my arm, we'll find you a nice warm bed." Ro, took her weight and Logan released her from his grip, standing for a moment on the steps as he watched the two women walk slowly further into the house.
"What the hell is going on?" Scott exclaimed as he rounded the door and stood, arms folded at the top of the steps. "Kaylan?"
"Hello Scott, nice to see you again." Kaylan yawned a greeting as she and Ro made their way through the door.
Scott shot Logan a questioning look. "It's a long story." Logan muttered as he strode passed Scott moving catch up with the two women not giving him a second glance.
Scott reached out and grabbed Logan's arm. "Hope this is not the trouble we were talking about?" he snapped.
A deep 'don't touch me' growl resonated in Logan's chest as he turned on his heels and fixed the commander with a dark stare. "I said, it's a long story an' I ain't about t' start explain' now." Logan snarled. He snatched his arm away from Scott and continued into the house. Dropping the pack to the floor of the room Ororo had located for Kaylan he headed for the kitchen with Scott in pursuit.
"Scott?" The baritone voice of Professor Xavier queried, "What is going on, I heard all the commotion." Scott turned, grim-faced, to meet him.
"It's Logan, and he has Kaylan with him." Scott announced.
A look of surprise spread over the professor's face. "What! Where is she?" He exclaimed with concern.
"Ro has taken her to bed, she looks a little worse for wear, but she's ok. Logan wouldn't tell me what happened; I was just going to speak with him."
"I'll go Scott."
"But…"
"It's alright, I'll go, please make sure the doors are locked, and see if you can get the students to their rooms." He added, glancing over to the t.v. room where several bleary-eyed boys were still curled up on the couches. Scott sighed, but nodded and headed back towards the front doors. Charles wheeled towards the kitchen to find Logan.
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"I know what ya gonna say." Logan muttered, his back to the kitchen door; His sharp hearing picking up the rhythmical movement of the professor's chair as he'd made his way down the corridor. Logan leaned against the counter, his jacket thrown over the breakfast bar and a beer already in his hand.
"Oh, really, you have developed telepathic abilities recently have you?" Charles tried a little humour to ease Logan's mood. "What happened?" He asked, trying to sound calm, but Logan could detect the slight elevation in his tone and sensed the concern he was trying to conceal.
He slowly turned, taking another swig of beer. "She was attacked…again." He answered abruptly.
"Where?"
"Near 'er apartment."
"Do I need to ask why you were there?"
"Don't suppose so," Logan glared.
The Professors, 'I'm waiting' expression made Logan sigh heavily, he knew this moment would come. He was going to have to explain himself and it wasn't something he had been looking forward to. "Bin keepin' an eye on 'er. Thought she might be in fo' some more trouble." he paused briefly, "I was right."
"Logan," Charles softened. "I am not questioning your motives, I am most grateful for what you have done. But it would have better had you informed us of what you were doing."
"Had things under control." He stated sulkily.
"I'm sure of that, but if you were that concerned you should have said something so that we could back you up if needed." Charles added, Logan shrugged. "Would you like to tell me what happened?"
"Ok." Logan replied quietly. He pulled out one of the breakfast table chairs turning it as he sat down so he could rest his arms on its back and he began to relate the nights events; the attack in the alley and Kaylan's ferocious reaction, as the professor sat beside him listening intently. When he had finished he waited as Xavier assimilated the information.
"How long have you been going there?"
Logan looked slightly uncomfortable, "Since she left here." He answered quietly, picking at the corner of the bottle label. "I jus' felt… Ya said I had t' face my fears…well I did. I felt like I had t' make it up t' her…ya know, after I wouldn't…"
Charles smiled, "I understand Logan. You did what was right, even if it was a little unorthodox."
Logan looked across at the Professor and nodded. "I'd prefer it if ya kept it t' ya self Chuck, just between you an' me right?"
It wasn't often that Logan asked for anything; and Charles knew how much he valued his privacy. "Let's just say it was a 'covert operation' I had you working on." He added, winking as he spoke.
Logan took a deep breath. "Thanks." The two sat in silence for a few moments considering the implications of the attack. "This thing ain't gonna stop till we get them two creeps and whoever is pullin' their strings."
"I agree, but circumstances have changed somewhat now, we have to consider Kaylan's feelings and how to help her deal with her mutation and the fact that someone deliberately suppressed it's manifestation."
"That's som'ing you gotta do Chuck. Me? I just want to see those two and their boss put out o' action. At least we'll get a little closer tomorrow." he stated rubbing his knuckles.
"I'm scrubbing the mission Logan."
"What! But ya can't, we're gettin' close."
"I know, but Jean's back and she brought a serum to neutralise the agent in Kaylan's system, she also brought a letter from Hank, he has identified Kaylan's mutation and from what you have told me it seems likely her abilities are already trying to break through on their own. I need to talk to her first, explain to her what's happening. I don't know how she will react. I think it would be best for Kaylan if you and Scott are around the next few days." he sighed, "If Kaylan chooses to begin treatment, it could be hard for her. I suspect she is going to need all of our support."
"But Jean can take care o' that can't she? Me an' Cyke can go do the recon, we…"
"I've made my decision Logan." Charles snapped. "I'm sorry," he added more gently, realising his tone, "just for a day or two, ok? I just want you to be here, she trusts you and it may make this transition easier for her to have someone with a feral mutation around to help."
"An' if she don't wan' it, what then?" Logan asked.
"I have no idea Logan." The Professor's expression said it all. He was fearful of what might happen and knew it was out of his control, knowing whichever path she decided to take may not matter if what Logan had seen was, as they suspected, her body overcoming the neutralising effect of the x-gene blocker.
"Well ok Chuck, but ya can bet ya Scotty won't be too happy 'bout it."
Charles sighed, "I can see the sky getting lighter outside, I suggest you get some sleep Logan, the next few days are going to be busy." Charles turned his chair and wheeled towards the door. "And thank-you yet again for bringing Kaylan back safely."
He shrugged and smiled raising the bottle to his lips.
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"mmmmeeerrrrr."
"Afternoon sleepy-head." Logan said
Kaylan stretched out under the soft cotton sheets. The sun cast intermittent shafts of light through the half-drawn curtains. "Morning." She groaned as she stretched.
Logan sat close to the bed in a large leather armchair. He was dressed in his black Hakama pants and a clean white vest, a large book sitting in his lap and his bare feet resting on the bedcovers. Jean and Ororo had taken turns through the night to watch over their new guest, but as morning slipped into afternoon the need for rest led the two women to seek out extra hands. Reluctantly Logan accepted the assignment; being alone with her again, so soon after their return was not what he'd had in mind, but he had made a promise to himself that he would watch over her and so here he sat, quietly reading a beaten-up copy of 'The Seven Samurai' in the half-light.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"All day." He murmured, closing the book.
"Really?" She stretched out again; rolling over and then back, tangling herself up in the sheets. "I could sleep another ten hours." She giggled, pulling the covers up round her face.
"Go ahead, it won't hurt ya." He laughed.
"Are you my guardian angel Logan?" she asked, surprising him with her direct question. "Because it seems like every time I wake up, there you are." She beamed, her blue eyes shining.
Logan felt like blushing, "Nah, just checkin' in on ya is all."
"Well its nice, thank you." She whispered.
Logan felt uncomfortable in the silence that followed but was gratefully relieved by the gentle knock at the door. He rose and opened it to find Ro standing with a tray in her hand, "I brought you something to eat; I thought you could use it."
"Thanks Ro, she's awake," he nodded his head in the direction of the room, "an' I think she could do with somethin'."
"Well there's plenty here for both of you if you don't mind sharing with Logan that is." She asked Kaylan with a wink. Logan growled at Ro's joke as she flashed him a smile, taking the tray into the room and placing it carefully on the small table by the window. "Hope your feeling better this afternoon, Kaylan."
"Yes, I am feeling much better for the sleep and no, I don't mind sharing one bit, I've witnessed his table manners." She said with a giggle remembering the huge pile of take-out food they had devoured at the apartment the night before.
Glancing from Kaylan to Logan with a quizzical look on her face, Ro decided she was really going to have to get all the details of what had happened the previous night from Kaylan when she was feeling stronger. "Well I guess since you slept most of the day away I don't need to ask if you slept soundly," she laughed, "but since the sun is still up and it's a beautiful day outside, would you like me to open the curtains and the window." Kaylan nodded and the light poured in as Ororo pushed open the French windows onto the small balcony. "I'll leave you to help yourself to food."
"Catch!" Logan said as he unhooked a bathrobe from the back of the bathroom door and threw it at Kaylan as she pushed herself out of bed, it landed squarely on her head and she yelped in mock annoyance. Smiling, he turned and headed out onto the balcony, picking up the tray as he went. Ororo just shook her head and left them to the food, curious about Logan's seemingly relaxed manner and the substantial change of attitude towards the young woman.
The day was fresh and warm, and in stark contrast to the previous night. Logan sucked in a deep breath giving himself a moment to centre his mind and relax. A peculiar sense of relief at having her back in the mansion passed over him. "Least its one less thing ta think about." But it was clear things were not about to go easy, for him or for Kaylan. After a few moments he heard the sound of padding feet and turned to see Kaylan, eyes blinking in the sunlight as she appeared in the doorway. "Ya want O.J. Kaylan?" He asked as he poured himself a glass, forcing the thoughts of the future to the back of his mind.
"It's Kay."
"Huh?" He looked up, confused by her answer.
"Kay, my friends call me Kay. I guess after last night I should classify you as one of those." She smiled, sitting down opposite him. "Please…I would like it if you called me Kay."
He smiled back at her, welcoming the sincerity in her voice and the closer familiarity between them, "Awright, Kay it is."
As they tucked into the meal Logan tried to conceal his glances at 'Kay' as she ate; watching the soft aura of reflected sunlight surrounding her. That, combined with the heady sweet smell of honey which filled his nose, for a brief moment allowed him to empty his mind of all the grief in his life; the school, the X-Men, the constant battles with his team-mates and bad-guys and forgotten past. Just for that one moment there was just him and her; no mutations, no pain, no bitterness, just two people having a peaceful meal. Here they sat casually eating lunch as if nothing else mattered. He tried to conceal a sigh of mixed emotions as reality returned.
The sun caught the highlights in her loose blonde hair and her blue eyes glinted with the reflected light. The colour began to grow in her pale cheeks as she warmed up in the sunshine and when she occasionally caught him looking, she found it hard to suppress a smile. "He's been so good to me." She thought as she sipped at her orange juice. This stocky, dark-hair man intrigued her, with his piercing eyes and thick side-burns. The gruff tone that had scared her when she first came to the mansion, she now looked forward to hearing; no longer did she see him as a figure to be frightened of, but one who's care and attention had saved her life, on two occasions. She was happy to find a new friend.
Logan took his leave of her with the tray when they were finished and headed downstairs, whilst Kaylan got changed. She had just finished in the shower when the phone in her room rang.
"Kaylan, my dear, I heard you were up, are you well?"
"Yes, Uncle, I am." Kaylan replied, now refreshed from the previous nights drama.
"Would you feel up to taking a walk with me in the grounds?" Charles tried to hide the tone of concern in his voice.
"Yes, of course, I'll be down in a few minutes."
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"The trees are so nice at this time of the year don't you think?" Charles commented as Kaylan walked at the side of his chair down the wide gravel pathways between the flower beds.
"Oh yes, it's so beautiful here." She replied, glancing at the large specimens of Silver Birch, Oak and Rowan.
Charles tried to make small-talk as they made their steady progress, but the seriousness of the situation filled his mind. "Kaylan, we need to talk." He finally announced.
"About the attacks, I know." Kaylan added.
"Well yes, that, but there are also other things which I fear I need to tell you."
"That sounds ominous," she laughed, but glancing down at her hands, she saw the sombre expression he wore and realised it was no laughing matter.
"I'm afraid it is. It is most serious. Please won't you sit down." Charles motioned to the bench nestled in an arbour surrounded by white rambling roses. He studied his god-daughter for a moment and sighed. Seeing her there, framed by such beauty made it all the harder to speak. "This isn't easy for me," he murmured. "I have discussed these things with so many of my students, yet here, with you I feel lost for words."
"Its alright" she smiled patting his hand. "I'm a big girl now. I can take it, whatever it is. After the last few weeks I think I'm ready for anything."
"You may not be ready for this my dear." He sighed, trying to compose himself. "Kaylan, these men that have attacked you, we've spent the last few weeks trying to track them down, but to no avail as of yet. Yesterday however, we had a breakthrough. We think we know were they may be based. We do not know what they want you for, but we do know they want you because, because…" he couldn't bring himself to say the words.
"Is there something wrong with me Charles?" She asked bluntly.
Charles looked at her. "Not 'wrong' with you exactly, but yes there is something." He sucked in a deep breath. "There is no easy way to say this my dear, so I will tell you straight, you are a mutant," He paused looking for a reaction. "You are one of us." He raised his hand slightly in the direction of the school.
The word hung in the air between them for a moment. Kaylan stunned by the implications of Charles' disclosure. It was beyond comprehension; She, a mutant, how could that be? She wasn't like any of the people here at the mansion; no abilities no physical aberrations, what would possibly make her a mutant? Yet, from the back of her mind came the thoughts she had tried for so long to keep locked away; the thoughts that had kept her from making friends at school and university, the thoughts that always made her feel different from others; like there was something just out of reach. "A mutant?" she whispered. The word seemed suddenly strange in her mouth.
"Yes my dear, the blood test we gave you confirmed it. But there is more."
"More?" she repeated slightly dazed. What more could there be? In a split second her whole perception of her life had changed.
"You see we suspect the reason these men tried to take you is because the x-gene that makes you a mutant was frozen. We will discuss this more when you have had time to think about all this, but sufficed to say, someone has introduced an enzyme into your system which has blocked the gene's activation." He spoke steadily to allow his words to sink in. "That is why you have no outward signs of your mutation. But its still there and we have found that the enzyme is starting to slowly break down, which means eventually you will develop your abilities."
"You mean I have no control over this?" She whispered.
"In a word Kaylan, no, no you do not. But my dear we have found a solution, and that is what I need to discuss with you."
"Go on." She asked, staring at the floor.
"The first option is to stay as you are," Kaylan looked up at him in surprise, "we have no idea how long the enzyme will last in your system. It could take many years before it has completely broken down. The changes would be slow but none-the-less you would change. You would have to spend the rest of your life knowing what you are underneath. We can do much to help you though, and you would be welcome to stay here. If you choose to continue with your life as it is, I think we would have to arrange a safer place for you to live, so that they don't find you." He paused for a moment. "The other alternative is to let us help you become what you should be. Jean and one of our friends, Doctor McCoy have developed a serum. If you choose to take it, it will break down the enzyme more rapidly and allow the development of your mutation. This will not be an easy path my child. You may have to give up all that you know outside this school; your home, your life as a lecturer. You may no longer be accepted as a member of society; you very possibly will be shunned. But as with the other option you can find a home here, you could continue your work and teach at the school. You may even wish to join the X-Men themselves. These are your options Kaylan, I am sorry my dear.."
Charles watched her reaction as she sat in stunned silence. "You know its funny," she finally responded with unfocused eyes, "I always thought there was something wrong with me, but I just never knew what it was. You know I thought you were going to tell me I had some serious illness or a life threatening disease. I never expected this."
"There was no easy way to tell you."
"I am a scientist and engineer," She replied bluntly, "I would not have wanted you to try to sweeten it, I prefer things in black and white." The two sat for sometime in silence as Kaylan tried to absorb the revelation. "What do I do now?" She asked.
"The decision is yours Kaylan, I will advise you the best I can, and I would suggest that you talk with some of the students here before you make a decision."
"What will I become?" She asked quietly
"Doctor McCoy analysed your gene, after removing the enzyme. It seems that you have an animal strain of genetic code, most likely in his opinion, feline in nature."
"Feline, you mean Cat? I'm going to turn into a cat!!" She exclaimed slumping back into the seat.
"No my dear, not necessarily." He tried to reassure her. "Each mutation manifests itself in a different way, and there is no way to tell what abilities will surface with each mutation. Yes you could develop distinct features like Kurt or some of the children, but you could equally develop more subtle characteristics like Bobby or Jean. It is impossible to tell. But whatever happens, you would be in the safest place here, surrounded by people who understand and do not judge."
"I'm a cat," she repeated. An uncomfortable silence descended on the pair. Charles waiting patiently to answer any more of her questions, Kaylan continuing to stare at her feet, trying desperately to make sense of the situation, "Would you mind if I spent sometime alone." She asked looking up at him for the first time. "I need to think about this."
Transfixed by her deep blue eyes now filled with the shine of oncoming tears, Charles tried to smile. "Yes, I understand. If you need me I'll be in my study." Kaylan rose from the arbour and turned to walk down the path that led into the ornamental garden. He watched her go, hoping that she would choose to stay so that he could see her through this transition.
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The late spring flowers of tulips, alliums and crocuses carpeted the beds of the Victorian knot garden, perfectly enclosed in their own picture frames by the low box hedging. But Kaylan paid little attention to the beauty around her. Her mind was filled with a whirl of thoughts; questions and counter questions; the more she thought the more it became a seething mess in her head. So use to solving difficult problems in her day-to-day research, this tumult in her brain that she had no control over, filled her with dread. She wandered along the paths, unaware of her direction; finally almost out of breath with thinking she staggered to a halt and slumped down next to a tall Oak tree.
"What do I do now? Do I stay? What's this serum Charles spoke of? Do I want to be a mutant? What kind of cat? A cat! Why didn't father tell me? Is that why we don't speak? What about my work? Do I give up my career?" The thoughts spilled over and over. She hung her head, cupping it in her hands and rubbing the temples; trying in vain to release the pressure building there. Feeling almost consumed by the chaos she threw back her head as a yell burst from her lungs. She clamped a hand over her mouth, surprised by the ferocity of her anguished cry of frustration. Then there was only stillness. She could hear the leaves rustling in the light breeze and the distant calls of the children in the gardens closer to the house. Her world had been irreparably changed, yet life continued on around her, oblivious to her personal upheaval.
"Are you alright Kaylan?"
Startled, Kaylan looked up in the direction of the voice. Just above her head, gently floating down to the ground beside her came Ororo.
"I…I'm…not sure." She answered hoarsely.
As her feet touched the earth, Ro lightly walked to Kaylan's side and sat down opposite her. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, I don't think so." Kaylan looked away to hide the tears building in her eyes. On the one hand she did not really wish for company but equally she felt relieved at no longer being alone.
Seeing the anguish on Kaylan's face Ro endeavoured to lighten the mood. "You know, you have picked a beautiful spot here in the garden, although I much prefer it from the air. It is my favourite place, when I need to think." She tilted her head slightly hoping for a response from the clearly distraught woman. Kaylan tried to smile, but it was half-hearted. "But, sometimes it is better to share one's problems with those around you don't you think?" She added.
Kaylan looked up at the white-haired woman sitting patiently on the grass; outwardly she was a paragon of peace and tranquillity, but Kaylan was acutely aware of the wildness of this woman's true nature, which lay just beneath her soft chocolate skin and deep brown eyes.
I'm a mutant!" Kaylan burst out. "I'm a…" The words stuck in her throat and the tears flowed from her eyes.
Ro moved forward, taking the woman into her arms. "Oh, my dear Kaylan," she murmured, "there is no need for tears. Do not be afraid of who you are."
"But I don't know what to do," Kaylan sobbed. "I…I…"
Ro rubbed her back gently to calm her, "Life is a strange and wondrous, and sometimes terrifying thing, Kaylan, it is not given to us lightly, and whatever it throws into our path we must try to accept it with grace, and hope that we can continue on our journey with the Goddess' blessing." Kaylan sobbed into Ro's shoulder. "You are not the first to experience the prospect of a new life, and you will not be the last." Ro continued. "Each of us here knows only too well the challenges that being different can bring."
"But you grew up with it," Kaylan tried to answer through the tears, "I'm a grown woman. How can I make a change like this?"
"Look to it as an opportunity, you will not have to face the heart-ache of puberty and the fear of being different. All your life-experiences will help you overcome the changes you face. You see, there is a silver lining in every cloud."
Kaylan pulled away from the woman's embrace, taking solace in her words. She wiped the tears from her cheeks with the heel of her hand and tried to smile. "I still don't know what to do," she sniffed, "either way Charles tells me I'm going to develop my abilities whether I like it or not, I don't see what choice I have. Do I stay here or go on with my life knowing I'm different?"
"That is only something you can answer Kaylan, all I can do is tell you of my own experiences and hope that they will guide you. Has he told you what you might become?"
"Yes," she wrinkled her nose at the thought. "A cat!"
"A cat," Ro repeated, "hmmm, there are definite advantages to being an animal, don't you think?"
Kaylan looked bemused.
Ro continued, "For example, you can hide from others when you want peace and quiet, you can sleep all day in your favourite chair, you can climb trees better than anyone else…"
"You can catch rats!" Kaylan added.
The two woman looked at each other, "EEEUUWWW!" they exclaimed in unison. Realising their identical response, they burst out laughing.
"I am sure you will find many other wonderful benefits of being feline." Ro finished through the laughter.
"I hope so," Kaylan added sniffling, regaining a little of her usual composure. "It will take me sometime to get used to the idea though, it's not something I expected. I've always had such an ordered life, always had plans, you know, but I guess that's all over now."
"No, no my dear, just because you are different doesn't mean you can't lead the life you want. You can still do all the things you set out to achieve, they may not be the way you pictured them, but they are not unobtainable."
"I guess." Kaylan sighed.
"Come," Ro gracefully rose to her feet and held out her hand, "Would you like to see the school from my favourite view?"
"Up there you mean?" Kaylan pointed skyward and Ro nodded. The remaining tears and uncertainty slowly ebbed away at the thought of Ro's suggestion, "Alright," Kaylan answered, never one to refuse a challenge. She stood up, dusting the dry grass from her jeans. "But how do we ..." Kaylan didn't finish the sentence, as Ro wrapped an arm around the woman's waist and they began to lift off the ground.. As Kaylan watched in awe, the weather-witch's eyes turned opaque and the gentle breeze that had surrounded them whipped up into a gust. She felt her feet loose contact with the ground as they rose effortlessly into the air.
Rising up into the canopy of the Oak, Kaylan closed her eyes; fright and exhilaration mixing together in a rush of adrenaline. She felt the wind on her face and the strength of Ro's arm around her, and as swiftly as the wind had made them airborne, so too did the rushing air clear her mind of all the chaotic questions.
"Whatever life throws into our path we must try to accept it with grace." Ro's words echoed in her mind. Instantly, her path seemed clear. Opening her eyes wide to take in the spectacular view, she felt renewed. "I am a mutant!" she told herself, as she tightened her grip on Ro's jacket, "This is my future, this is were I belong."