Lucky Me
Chapter 062
I ended up crying for most of the night when I finally made it back to the mansion. After Julie had very arrogantly and happily passed on the interesting piece of information that 'Jack' was around I looked up to see him storming through the crowd. I forgot Chris and ran after Jack (why was it me who usually chased?). It wasn't like I couldn't understand why he was upset, I was upset!
Why did I dothat?
I just wanted to make him jealous! Make up for the time he was fooling with me with his woulda-been girlfriend not to completely lose his trust and blow it forever!
Only thing I heard was his car door slam and then I saw his car peeling away at lightning speed. The tears were already starting to come down. I couldn't go back in and face Chris and there was no other way home but to walk (I could fly, but then the entire school would know what I was).
I had blindly walked around the outskirts of town when a car pulled up to me and in the tearful and self-loathing state of mind that I was in it could have been an UFO and I wouldn't have cared.
The passenger door swung open and there was Adam staring back at me.
"Get in."
And that's how I got home, Mrs. Summers was there, waiting to ask how it went but instead of a smiling girl, she got a weeping one who ran past her and to my room. I couldn't face anyone.
I spent Saturday in my room just hitting myself in the middle of the forehead for being so dumb. Then there came the ever-popular knock on my door, I didn't answer, and I knew the person couldn't get in because it was locked.
"Blyt," It was Scott's voice, it was the only reason I considered opening the door. "You missed the Danger Room session with your team." It was Cyclops' words that made me change my mind about unlocking the door. "You have your aviation lessons in half an hour, be there."
I picked up Stitch and threw him at the door. My stuffed animal was more hurt than the door, and I was even more ticked off at myself for being such an idiot. Not only with 'Jack' but also with Scott, who apparently didn't see me as anything else but a little soldier-in-training.
But it didn't seem right; he didn't blab what I told him to Dr. Frese. I just really wonder if Blyt and Kookie are one and the same to him, or are they two different people? Is Kookie Scott's adoptive daughter and Blyt Cyclops' trainee, or was I just another student who took his name?
I stared out the window; Miss Ororo apparently wasn't in a good mood either. It was pouring outside with thunder and lightning. It had been going steady for about three hours (since I woke up maybe before, what did I know?).
Hiding in my room until I rotted away to a skeleton (okay, bad reminder of my 'package') -then there was another knock on my door.
"Kerry?" No, I was just a bat on occasion and this was my cave. I had the tights, I had the 'darkness' down, all I needed was a butler and about five billion dollars (not to mention a sex change) and I'd be Batman.
Kookie-girl. That would be my new name, or better yet, 'Idiot-Girl'. Hey, if Mrs. Summers got to be 'Marvel Girl' (ego booster, which I'd mentioned before) then why couldn't I describe myself as well? Why she didn't call herself 'Busty-Girl' I don't know.
"Kerry?" Oh right, the person at the door. For some strange reason it was not anyone I would have expected, it sounded like Mr. Bishop. "I know you're in there." Well, Duh, except for the ice cream shop, where the heck else would I be?
I wasn't going to move, but then I remembered he was the 'future' guy and could probably tell me about how my messed up life was going to turn out. Kicking the covers off, I went to my door and unlocked it, walked back to my bed and sat down. Mr. Bishop took the hint and slowly opened the door (the hall lights blinded me since I didn't have any lights turned on in my room).
His face was not soft with any type of emotion; it was the same unreadable mask of indifference. This was going to be a lecture. I knew it. I could see the words in this guy's eyes. Oh goody.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked, trying my hardest to keep my broken heart out of this.
"You missed the training session." Gee, and here I thought I had amnesia and just forgot about it. Why was everyone so confoundedly interested on whether I got kicked around in a 'big shiny room' anyway? "The Professor arranged a special session for you. With me."
"Is this punishment or something?" I asked with my voice low and my head lowered.
"That would be training with Cable." And then he left, I half recognized the name, but didn't dwell on it too long. "It'll be after your aviation course."
This day was just getting better and better.
I couldn't be a tighter ball of flexed muscle if I was in the Strongest Woman contest. Why I didn't suffocate was a miracle because I was barely breathing. You see, the X-Men way of training for piloting was to put two students in the simulator since there would always be a pilot and co-pilot for the Blackbird. They paired me off with Chris.
The flight simulator was tiny and shrinking. It wasn't actually Blackbird size, just had the same equipment and blinking lights with little meter thingies. Every time Chris (who was in the pilot's chair after I tried clawing my way out of the door with no success) had to touch a control in the middle console, I jumped, and nearly fell off the small padded chair. He didn't look at me and I didn't look at him. We were too smart for that.
"Blyt, you need to calm down. This simulator isn't going to actually fly."
I knew it was meant to comfort me, but Phoenix wasn't helping. She was one of the ones who were talking on the radio (we were learning that as well) and instructing us from time to time. I about lost it (meaning screaming in protest) when Chris had to reach over to flip a switch on my side of the invisible line I drew between us.
"What's your problem?" Shockwav finally spat out, "This is business, Blyt. So get over your claustrophobia."
I wasn't scared of tight spots, just of tight spots with a boy I kissed the night before that I didn't really mean to kiss.
After I was released from the torture chamber, Phoenix told me to go get D-M (they tried not to use telepathy too much, it disturbed people). I was more than happy to knock over Mr. Kurt and Stacey as I ran past them to Daisy's room.
I shouldn't have been in such a hurry; I was booking it up the stairs when I ran into him. I felt like dirt. Even worse than dirt, more like slug slime when I caught the look in his eyes. He did the same thing to me, so why should I feel guilty? Because Chris was right next-door to me would be a good reason or because he said I had a thing for Chris which I thought was bogus (and I still did)…. or something.
Also, I didn't know if he actually lip locked the other girl.
Not being able to do or say anything, we passed one another in silence.
Any anxiety that had bloomed when I met up with him went out the door after I walked into D-M's room. Shock must have been clear on my face as she looked up at me and asked me what was wrong.
"What happened to your room?"
"I redecorated," she answered flatly. Well, duh, you redecorated! There were still some boy bands and stuff on the walls, but there were also newspaper clippings from a few years ago and a large picture of a body (the ones you saw in a doctor's office).
"Why?"
"Dr. Hank suggested Ah start taking my powers more seriously. To read medical boring books and all that other, like, boring and dull junk." Like totally (sorry, figured Valley Girl lingo was appropriate). I told her about why I was here, and she was getting ready as I slinked over to her closet (I was a glutton for curiosity and taking a chance at getting caught).
The thing on her dartboard was missing. In fact, there was a large poster of a singer in its place. Why'd she take it down?
Since D-M was most likely taking her time with her hair or whatever, I went exploring in her journal. At least that's what I thought it was, it was on her bed and had a pen sticking out of it. Picking it up, I flipped through some of the pages.
They were nothing but a list of injuries. Our injuries. From when Adrian hit the base of Bobby's skull, to the time she healed my face from when I got shot, and then the latest ones from out group bout with Sabertooth.
Of course I got caught.
"Nosey, aren't you?" D-M, now dressed as Kia, pointed out. Thankfully it was in her sugary sweet tone. "Since you see it, it's my journal to know what I have stored up in my body."
"Uh, right." I said we were going to be late (me for Mr. Bishop and her for Mrs. Summers). There was just something that didn't sit right with that missing dartboard picture. Why would she take it down? Obviously she felt strongly about that particular oddity. So why take it down?
Maybe I should be happy she took it down.
The next day, Sunday, I was trying to remember whyI was such a lover of pain in a house full of sadists.
"I hurt," I muttered as I tried to pick myself up off the Danger Room floor. I thought Scott was a hard hitter when I had weight training and leadership class with him. Mr. Bishop was more of a techniques guy apparently. Trying to teach me to read body language and keeping opponents off guard.
He had called it a day but the Professor hadn't. Since I missed the morning training session yesterday, he had me in with Julie's training session as well.
Oh joy, the girl whose fault it was, in part, that Jack was no longer talking to me (and I was nursing some pretty deep cuts to my heart).
Apparently I was supposed to 'assist' Julie in her training (can anyone say 'lab rat in skin tight clothes?'). The rest of the team had convenient excuses. D-M and Adam were still in the flight simulator, Adrian was threatened if he set foot in the same room with Julie she'd make him a permanent nervous wreck and Chris would just probably fry her if he got annoyed.
"It's time to begin," Professor instructed, as we sat in the middle of the Danger Room. Julie was wearing sunglasses and the same self-pleased smirk on her face (it was permanently like that I believe). "Blyt, I want you to focus on one emotion. Julie, please locate and decrease that emotion."
One step away from the intrusion of a telepath in my mind is an empath in my emotions. I focused on my annoyance at the whole situation and Julie snapped something about every one picking the same feeling around her. Then something strangely familiar happened, my sight began to haze.
Oh my battered little body. Why didn't I put it together sooner?
Number one rule of trying to kill someone, don't warn them.
"You. Are. So. Dead!" With a scream and a clumsily climb to her feet, Julie took off out the door after I lunged at her.
"What's the meaning of this?" Professor demanded as I rolled into a crouch after the failed attack, and felt a growl rise in my chest as I flew (not literally) after Julie.
It meant there was going to be one less mouth to feed tonight, Prof.
I booked it through the sub-basement halls, anger flashing in my eyes, and skin dissolving away, to black. Julie left an easy trail; there were people in the halls wearing surprised looks as they plastered themselves to the wall.
Hadn't put it together why I was trying to kill her?
The haze. It was the same type of haze I had seen before I kissed Chris and made a bigger train wreck of mine and Jack's on again, off again relationship! She was the cause! That little emotion-hacking Brit!
"Blyt!" Came someone's not-happy voice, but I was so blinded by what I had in mind (of what this girl did and what I was going to have the pleasure of doing to that girl) that I barely registered when I shoved Northstar into a wall and hard.
"Why you -"
"Stay away from me," I ground out, picking up the pace when I heard my soon-to-be-victim's voice.
"You're supposed to be some type of heroes, well damsel in distress! Save me!" She was just outside of the elevators (I took the emergency stairway) on the main floor (first floor, whatever I was ticked off and not caring about technical).
"Save you from what?" Oh goody, she ran to the 'daddy' of mine. Maybe I could start showing off what I'd been learning.
I didn't warn her as I charged from the doorway, tackled her, and went sliding down the hall with her shirt tightly gripped in my tightly, clenched hands.
"Me," I seethed in a voice that would have made a holy man start pounding me with his Bible to beat the demon out of me.
But that wasn't going to happen until I beat the living breath from her.
"Help me!" She screamed, but before I was able to put one upset finger on her throat, she flamed me with her fear.
It sent me for enough of a loop that she managed to wriggle out from under me and take off running again. The moron ran up stairs instead of out of the doors. Of course, once I threw off the fear she sloppily laid on me, I tore after her again. Scott was shouting at me to stop but I was a psychopath on a mission.
She did everything to try and get away from me but it wasn't enough. I was far more skilled in this area than she. Julie slammed Gambit into the wall and squeezed between Paige and Miss Rogue (I kind of sent them into each other as my wings hit them both pretty hard).
Julie ended up trapped.
I took a flying leap at her again, and once again, slammed into her at full force. The breath got knocked from her as she connected HARD with the wall.
"You," I hissed out. One hand tightly tangled in her hair toward the front of her head, the other pinning her shoulder to the wall. She actually lost her 'I'm-too-cool-for-this-place' attitude and expression. Julie was afraid. I was ticked. Her fear was just what I needed.
"W-wot did I do?" Her voice, for once, was humbled and small sounding.
"You." I slammed her unforgiving against the wall. "Know what you did."
"Blyt!" Sam yelled, "Let her go!"
He tugged on my arm, and I freed my other hand and did something stupid, I curled my arm back and punched him. It was his upper breastbone with my super strength having kicked in and sent him flying backwards.
"Friday." I twisted my hand holding her hair viciously, jerking her head to the side and causing her to whimper. "It was your fault."
Her backbone grew slightly; she smiled darkly.
"Not so." I knocked her against the wall again, her teeth clanking together, and I warned her not to lie. "I'm not lying to you, you dumb yank." I growled like an animal. In a whisper she added, "I can't make emotions appear that weren't already present."
There was a very long list of things I never wanted to experience while I was at the mansion. Being body slammed by Wolverine was in the single digits (dying was number one) and it wasn't any more fun than I expected it to be. He took point seven seconds to slam into me, grabbing me around my waist, and pinning me once we came to a rough stop after skimming across the carpeted floor.
I tried to buck him off, still not in a real clear state of mind.
"Knock it off, kid," he warned as the others started to appear from nowhere, even the ones who had been in the sub-basements. "Don't make me hurt you."
Dr. Hank and Mrs. Summers were checking Julie and after a few minutes I got around to being myself again and Wolverine slowly let me up (after Julie was escorted away). I shook my head, fighting back tears of annoyance and frustration.
I wished I never looked up because there were two people who I automatically picked out in the crowd as it thinning. Him and Scott. He was no surprise to see turn around and leave after a soft shake of his head.
But there was Scott, the man who no matter how upset I got, was still my number one father figure. I couldn't see his eyes, but I could tell. He just walked away, never asking why or if I was okay. Not even the dumb 'do you want to talk about it' question.
Nothing, but pure disappointment.
Disappointment in me.
I punched the floor after everyone left.
Good thing there was a carpet, I hit the wooden floor so hard, that I created a noticeable crater in it.
