A/N- This Chapter took me forever to write. Yup, evil has struck. Writer's block. If anyone is reading this, drop me a review, or it may get cancelled. Or postponed for a parody. You don't want that, do you?
Chapter Five-Uncertainty
Two weeks later found Rouge, Kitty, and Kurt gossiping as Mirabilis attempted to move around on a pair of crutches.
"Wait, Kurt, why is she on crutches?" Kitty questioned excitedly, nearly twitching.
"Vell," Kurt accented, "Logan woke her about two, saying something about missed danger room settings."
Rouge humphed in disbelief. "I would have heard him."
"Not when she's found wandering on the grounds."
"Ouch."
Mirabilis, irate at the fact that her knee was sprained, said, "Yah could stop talking about me," her light Virginia accent seemed always to be in control, but now the Southern Twang came out in vengeance.
"Stop it," Alexandra said from her perch on the bed, an inward sigh at the bickering quartet. Her stringy blond hair fell over the acoustical guitar. The country girl came from nowhere in the south, but had discovered many things that she loved in the south. The trio, Goldenstar, Rouge, and Alexandra, were commonly called the Southerners when they met in places; burger restaurants, movies, the nearby play park.
They group silenced, and soon were discussing a movie that released four months ago. Mirabilis, however, turned towards the window, staring at one of the few houses visible, a brick one near the mansion, and seemed to promise herself something. Everyone left her alone when she silenced herself in a way that was reminiscence of her first two weeks. In a brief span of time, she had first grown close to Kurt, Kitty, and Rouge, but all others did not understand her. Jean she avoided more than the Professor, and despite Wolverine's insistence that the outcast would come to be friendly when she was ready, but the rest of the X-Men were getting impatient. Already, Spike had broken down one meeting, demanding she got the same Danger Room sessions or they would get rid of her. But the ice queen's grip stayed, along with her frost-colored eyes, in steady defiance.
Mirabilis hoisted herself onto her crutches and hobbled along down the stairs, to where the newspaper sat on the rec room table. This part of her routine had been culled- or so they thought. Everyone who was in the rec room, all of those who she was no longer openly hostile to, their faces paled. This was what the warnings had been for- this sort of relapse to her old ways. Every thing was the same, her head down and eyes quickly darting, as though afraid she would be stopped, her feet pulled under her legs.
She smiled slowly, and then frowned, slamming the paper down as though it bit her. Rahne, from where she watched Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree, asked, "What's wrong with the paper?"
"This," she spat, throwing the paper. "Mutant's aren't allowed in public places with out a police escort. Like we'll get one!"