:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Forest, New York
She runs through the forest, not knowing if they're still on her trail or when they'll come back to finish her off. She just knows that she must run...always. Otherwise they'll find her, and hurt her. Lock her up to be some 1st place science experiment. Sell her on the black market.
The possible terrors are to inhumane and numerous to even imagine. The snow blurs her vision, as well as the tears streaming unchecked down her face. The icy December wind cuts through her ripped jeans and crimson stained shirt, the cold making the stab wound hurt all the more.
She whimpers softly, as the world spins around her. She reaches out to lean against a tree, but crashes to the ground, the frozen ground breaking her fall. She moans in pain, and tries to get up, holding the wound in her stomach. She claws at the tree in an effort to get up, but she can't make it.
She crawls out of the woods, leaving a trail of red snow. A huge building looms in front of her, music coming through the walls. And then the world goes black, and she collapses, a fallen angel lying in a puddle of her own blood.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Holly Hop, Professor X's School for the Gifted
Logan watches in boredom as the kids dance. A yawn escapes him, and Ororo laughs. "What?" he asks gruffly, and she smiles.
"Come on, this isn't that bad." she tells him, and he stares at her incredulously. "Ok, it's definitely not fun, but think of how much fun the children are having." she says, and Scott shakes his head.
"I'm definitely with Logan on this one. This is not fun."he says, and Logan nods, and then goes back to being broody. Suddenly Jean gasps, and they look at her. She hurries to the door, not even bothering to throw on her winter coat before rushing outside.
Knowing that something big's going down, the rest follow her into the blizzard. Jean doesn't even notice them as she runs, the snow blurring her vision. Just as suddenly as she started, she stops abruptly in front of the body of the girl. "Oh, God." she whispers, kneeling down and taking her pulse. "She's still alive" she tells the other X-Men, "but just barely."
Logan lifts her into his arms, cradling her fragile body carefully, as if she may shatter. He hurries into the Med Ward, followed by Ororo and Jean. Scott pauses, seeing a glint of something in the snow. He picks it up- a silver locket with a coat of arms engraved on it.
He stares at it for a minute and hurries inside to find the others, hoping that the necklace will help identify the mystery girl.
Miles away, the Conclave are rejoicing. "She is gone!" they cry, dancing merrily to celebrate the death of the girl. Little do they know that she had a reason to keep on living....
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::A/N-what do you think? Hope you like it!!!! Review please, and sorry I didn't describe the girl at all- I did it on purpose. More news on her next chapter.
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Molly Jeane