Lucky Me
Chapter 024
I just stared at it.
What else was I supposed to do with it?
It wasn't going to move or anything, but it was just so threatening that I didn't want to take my eyes away from it for even a moment. Its headless neck smirked at me, just daring me to say something wicked to it.
It came into my room when I wasn't there to prevent it from coming (I am a clean Kerry and believe in soap, unlike some people I could think of). I had been drying my hair when I looked at my beloved bed, and it was on my bed looking back at me.
Our staring contest was going to end with me the winner (it didn't have any eyes to begin with, but I digress). It was black and red and just there…on my bed.
Whoever had put it in there had a streak of cruelty. They placed it in such a way that the arms were spread out and the length was shown, as well as what it was missing.
It looked like a bathing suit with sleeves.
And an 'X' on the right of it.
"Cool, you found yours, too." Adrian remarked, coming into my room. "I think they were going for a Matrix look or something."
I glanced at him. He was dressed in a black and gold one like it on my bed. That's not true, his had more material.
"I'm supposed to wear that?"
"Got that right, chubby thighs," came Chris' reply, I only glared at him. "You put that on, go down to the Danger Room, and get your butt kicked from here to San Francisco."
Oh no, they were not putting me in that! No way! Last time I was in something that revealing I was-well, I was swimming.
I went to the Danger Room all right, with it in hand, not on. The others made remarks (okay, so only Chris and D-M made remarks but anyway) when I shuffled my way quietly into the Control Room (a.k.a. Torture Headquarters) where Scott, the vindictive little bald man (Professor, I was not going to forgive him for that 5 mile, four o'clock in the morning jog) and some others were there.
I must have quite a presence (I couldn't have stunk, I just took a shower) because they all got quiet.
That was eerie enough to make me lose my backbone.
"You're supposed to be on the floor with the others, Kerry." Now I knew I was in trouble, over the past two weeks Scott had gotten into the habit of calling me 'Kookie' like the others. My real name means real trouble. And for some reason I had this instant freeze factor when someone got authoritative with me. And yes, that's what happened. My anger got put out with the 'glare-of-power' from the Professor, and my tongue became a dead fish in my mouth.
It didn't want to work, but it made me sound real intelligent, "I-uh-I-don-"
"She has such a way with words," Bobby-Pervert remarked, giving me that 'you-can't-say-anything-to-me-while-their-listening' smirk.
"Is there a problem with your uniform, Kerry?"
Yeah, there's only half of it here!-that's what the inner me said. How dumb was I to forget that the inner me could be heard by this lovely little Professor. Oy.
"We had it designed that way for when you need to shed your outer skin the cloth wound not be a hindrance."
"Okay." I'd give him the logical, but I didn't want to give everyone a show! I was raised a bit better than that!
For some reason Mrs. Jean choked on her water as I thought this, maybe this inner voice wasn't such a bad thing to have eavesdropped on from time to time.
"I can assure you your modesty won't be at stake."
Scratch that.
This caused a snort from one or two of the higher ranked people, and a blush to dominated my face. My tongue became completely useless at that point.
"Prof, I don't think she's ready to go in there."
Bless you, Mr. Warren!
"I think she needs to step up on her flight training before she can do any simulations."
Scratch that last remark. Evil man!
Professor did his famous eyebrow raise thing, and agreed. I didn't have to wear the revealing thing yet.
Yet…ha! Like they were ever going to get me into it!
Somehow I think they could.
I also think they could smell fear.
Scary.
I stood at the edge of the rooftop and looked down below.
I have done this so many times I was ready to just jump and show them that my wings were not functional. For some strange reason they said after four months of being here I should be able to do something with them (the wings, not the X-Men).
Well, yeah, that was their opinion, not mine.
But then they pulled something again.
I was standing there, listening to Mr. Warren grumble and complain about why I should just jump, and before I could think, this blast comes out of nowhere and Bam! I was off the building.
In other words, I was falling.
And screaming, how could I forget that I was also screaming?
But something unexpected happened.
I was in the air!
No, not by my own means, but by a bright light that goes about a thousand miles an hour, it was Sam!
"Come on! It ain't so hard!" He said, shooting up into the sky, and then dropped me.
Again, I was falling, and again I was screaming.
But this time he didn't come.
Oh crap.
