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Princess of Darkness
Chapter 2: Reality
She awoke in a daze. It took a while for her vision to restore completely and tell her where she was. Looking around she propped herself up on one elbow and rubbed her eyes with her spare palm. She was lying on a cold table in the center of an enclosed space. Double doors stood closed in front of her and on both of her sides where small shelves holding first aid boxes, bottles, gloves. She sat up rubbing her temples at the memory of what had happened at the stadium. It took her a full several minutes of staring around to realize that she was not alone.
Sitting curled up on a small black stool was her best friend.
"Connie?" she questioned, her voice escaping in a croak. The girl jolted up right in a start. She swung her head around to look at her friend, her bright blue eyes filled with worry. She broke out into a smile.
"Kira - are you OK?" she asked in a broken whisper moving herself to Kira's side.
She nodded frowning slightly looking at Connie's face. Her blue eyes were red rimmed as if she had been crying, her dark brown hair rested upon her shoulders in a mass of tangles.
"What happened?" she questioned resting her elbows on the black cold surface of the table. Kira stared at her for a moment debating with herself, feeling hesitant to tell her what had happened. she shrugged only partly telling the truth.
"You gave us all a scare you Cow!" Connie said half jokly.
"Sorry" Kira murmured softly. The small room shook slightly and everything shifted from their places.
"Where are we?" Kira finally asked. Connie reached over and placed the back of her hand upon Kira's forehead.
"In am ambulance heading to the hospital. You went out like a light. It was weird, you were screaming and then you just fainted."
Kira frowned. Her skin seemed to cringe under Connie's touch. Suddenly she felt as if her eyes were moving to the back of her head. She could feel herself begin to shake, suddenly very conscious of Connie's hand.
There was a white flash that seemed to blind her and she wondered if Connie was witnessing the same thing. The brightness faded into an image. A six year-old girl running around a grassy field with a small black dog running along side her. The girl was giggling, chasing the small puppy sized animal. Her laughter stopped and was replaced with shouts of fear and anguish. The sound of car tires on tarmac became clear. The deafening sound of a car skidding and the yelp of the dog echoed throughout the silent fields. Connie's eyes filled with tears as she fled into the road.
Kira jumped back letting out a small gasp, almost falling off of the table. She looked at Connie not seeming to notice her own panting.
Connie raised an eyebrow sitting back in her chair and folding her arms over her chest.
"What's happening to you?" her voice echoed and rung loudly in her ears. Kira wiped sweat from her brow with the back of her hand and sighed. Closing her eyes the image was still fresh in her mind. Poor Connie.
Her eyes snapped open as the ambulance squeaked to a halt. Kira's eyes met Connie's. her face was filled with concern.
The back doors of the ambulance swung open and two men climbed into the back. One of the men shot Kira a confused look. She was the girl who was in a deep coma wen they found her and now she was sitting up looking as right as rain. The colour had come back into her pale cheeks colouring her creamy skin, her blonde hair slightly tangled and her bright green eyes seemed to sparkle.
*~*
"I called your parents" Connie announced to Kira who was now being pushed up a hospital hallway in a wheelchair. She nodded not looking up. They arrived at the reception desk where a woman sat half hidden by a computer screen. She looked up from her screen revealing a huge pair of glasses resting upon the bridge of her nose. They were the kind that magnify your eyes and make them look three times bigger then they actually were. Her gaze fell upon Kira who averted her gaze to the floor as an attempt to hide her amusement. She looked over her shoulder at the rest of the large room. The reception was attached to the large waiting room filled with chairs. She ignored the conversation the receptionist and the driver of the ambulance had engaged in and looked at the faces of the people in the waiting room. Her gaze fell upon an old man also in a wheelchair. He was dressed smartly in a dark navy blue suit. His soft gaze was fixed on hers and it looked as through he was smiling even through no sign was shown on his face. Sitting beside him was a man looking in about his late 20s, his light brown hair parted at the center with a small piece of hair flopping over his eyes on each side of his face. His eyes were hidden behind the coolest pair of ruby coloured glasses Kira had ever seen. Even though she could see his eyes she could feel his gaze burning into her skin.
Feeling uncomfortable under their persistent stare she looked away back in front of her where the receptionist had begun typing something into her computer.
Yes that is her
Kira sat bolt up right. Again the voice had echoed inside her head as through one of her own thoughts, but the voice was not her own.
I know you can hear me
The voice was soothing and gentle. Kira sat confused for a moment.
I would like to help you
Kira bit her lower lip nervously turning around slowly and looking over her shoulder. The old man was still looking at her. He raised his head and smiled.
We can talk more when you are settled
His mouth did not move but for some reason she knew it had come from him. the deep yet kind voice echoed in her head, she could feel its presents in her mind and then it had faded. She turned her head away abruptly in a panic breathing deeply. What was happening to her?
Finally she began moving again up another corridor. She took one last glance back over her shoulder at the old man. She felt relieved to be out of his gaze. Kira watched as the driver of the ambulance wheeled her to the bottom of the narrow corridor and to a gray door. He pushed it open to reveal a small room. The walls were painted white and the tiled floors were gray. There was a single hospital bed in the center of the bed and the only source of light were the rays of sun shine coming in through the open window at the far wall.
Connie hadn't gone up with her. She had stayed in the waiting room for her parents.
She was taken over to the bed and to her dismay helped to climb under the sheets. Once the guy had left her and shut the door behind him she was left in total silence. She leant her back against the over sized pillow and looked about. Suddenly she was very aware of every sound. The slightest noise made her jump and hold her breath.
Oh my god I am so late
The voice was so clear that it sounded as if it had come from out side her head. She gritted her teeth and sunk down into the sheets pulling them up to her chin.
Not even time for a break
Please don't let him die
Damn!
The words were flying around the room inside her head threatening to take away her sanity. She looked left and right in a useless attempt to find some one speaking the words she was hearing.
She could see people walking past her room through the glass wall, but their mouths were closed. She sighed gripping a pillow from behind her head and bringing it forward to her face. Her head throbbed form the increasing number of words and phrases filling her head. She held the pillow over her face pressing each side over her ears. She began to sake her head from side to side violently. She could feel tears building up again and helplessly began rolling down the sides of her face.
"Go away!" she screamed into the pillow. She was shaking her head so much that she was begging to feel dizzily sick. "Leave me alone!" she yelled again to no one in particular.
Suddenly the voices silence so abruptly that Kira found herself straining her hearing, listening for them.
She threw the pillow off of her face and stared up at the white ceiling. She lay there for several seconds listening to the sound of her uneven breathing.
Suddenly her door swung open, she sat up quickly gasping in shock. Her eyes widened in fear at the sight of the old man sitting in the door way. She sat paralyzed with a mixture of fear and curiosity. His wheelchair moved across the room and stopped a few inches away from her bed. The man wearing the ruby glasses followed closed behind closing the door behind them. The old man smiled warmly at her.
"Please don't be alarmed" his voice was the gentle one that had sounded inside her head in the waiting room. Kira raised an eyebrow.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Charles Xavier."
Kira looked blankly at him and turned her gaze to the tall, bold man standing behind him.
"This is Scott Summers" Charles said referring to the man behind him. Kira looked back at the old mans soft face.
"Would you like to tell me your name?" he asked. Kira looked down at her bed sheets before opening her mouth to speak.
"Kira Stone" she murmured looking into his eyes for the first time.
"Hello Kira. Your parents are in the waiting room and will be here shortly. I have something I would like to ask them."
Kira nodded lowering her eyebrows.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" she asked tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Your questions will be answered as soon as your parents arrive." He said simply. And sure enough her parents exploded into the room full of paniced conversation. They stumbled into the room not seeming to notice the two other men in the room until they were standing right in front of them.
They stood in silence looking questionably at the man in the wheelchair.
"Hello" he greeted them.
"Who are you?" Kira's father asked almost rudely.
"My name is Charles Xavier, Mr Stone. Please sit down."
Raymond Stone glared at Charles refusing to follow his kind gesture.
"Would you mind explaining to me what the hell you are doing inside my daughters hospital room?" Raymonds voice was cold.
Charles simply nodded pressing his hands together.
"Very well. I think you know that your daughter, Kira had began to go through a very unique transition." He began. He could tell by the blank look on Raymond face that he didn't understand.
"The reason why Kira is under hospital care is because she has begun to travle into the early stages of her mutation. I would like to help her through it. I would like to help her understand and realize her potential."
Raymond raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Mr Stone could I speak to you and your wife outside for a minute?" Charles asked. Raymond obliged and ushered his wife outside of the room leaving Scott and Kira alone.
The two stood in silence. Scott plunged his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans.
"So how old are you?" Scott asked in am attempt to break the tension.
"15"
"What is you mutation?" he asked. Kira raised an eyebrow and shrugged. She had heard about these mutant people in the news and had heard what they were supposed to be like. Evil, violent creatures, but the man Charles didn't seem evil at all.
Scott surveyed her face. Her blond hair had a tint of red to it causing it to look almost strawberry blonde. Her green eyes were like bottomless pools. Her pale skin was un-blemished and soft looking. She reminded him of a face he used to see when he was young. At 15 she looked almost a lady. He could tell by the way her long legs bent under the thin sheets that she was tall.
He watched her pull her knees up to her chest and hug them tightly. She let out a sigh resting her chin atop her knees.
"So what happened?" he asked taking a seat by her bed side. She looked at him for a moment. Scott sighed, it didn't look like she wanted to tell him anything.
"There are others like you, you know" he began. He watched her eyes widen with interest.
"How do you know what I am like?"
Scott hesitated, seeming to be caught off guard by the question. He looked away.
"So what is your power?" she asked. Scott looked back at her with a small smile on his face.
"Well - I have optic beams that come out of my eyes. Hence the shades." He said pointing to his glasses.
"I think they're cool"
Scott smiled and nodded a thank you.
"So what's the deal with the old guy?" she asked gesturing to Charles Xavier still talking to her parents out side her room. She saw her mother's eyes filled with tears as she leant against her father for support. She frowned pushing back the sheets and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
"What are they talking about?" she asked not giving Scott time to answer her earlier question. Scott turned his head to gaze out the glass wall.
"The Professor is talking to them about his school for gifted children. We came all the way from New York to ask permission for you to attend. Its like a boarding school for people like you".
Kira hadn't taken her gaze away from her mother.
"I don't want to go" she whispered to herself.
The resemblance is amazing
She looked up at Scott who hadn't moved.
"What resemblance?" she asked trying to ignore the sudden erg to cry. Scott shot her a confused look and leaned forward in his chair. He shook his head indicating that he wasn't going to answer.
"I'm not going" she said suddenly looking at her mother again. Scott looked up at her frowning.
"Why?" he asked.
"I don't want to go to some place for freaks. I've heard about mutants on the news and the sort of things that can do. I'm one of you" she said fighting away the tears as she watched her mother weep. Her thoughts processed loud and clear into her mind.
How could this have happened? Where did we go wrong?
A single tear rolled silently down her face. They wouldn't want her any more. She wanted this to leave her alone, but it seemed the more she willed it away, the worse it got. She knew what was going to happen. They wouldn't want a mutant daughter, wouldn't want to bother trying with her so they would just shift her off some where with out a second thought.
There was a few moments silence before Xavier and her parents came in. Kira could see the despair in her mothers dark brown eyes. She caught her glance for a second but quickly looked away down to the floor. Kira bit her lower lip refusing to let any more tears fall.
"Charles and I have talked about - the - situation and well your mother and I have decided that it would be best for you to go with him".
Her father's words rung in her ears. The betrayal she felt was overwhelming. How could her do that? She hated this. It had ruined her whole life and she hadn't even had it for a day. Why did she have to go all the way to New York? What was the difference in having powers there to having powers here?
She shook her head furiously frowning. Her bit her lip sniffing loudly in an attempt to suppress her hot tears.
"No" she said scrunching her hands into fists. She looked at her parents, Xavier and Scott. Her vision blurred by her tears.
Professor, do you feel that?
Scott's mental voice sounded. She looked at Xavier expecting to hear a reply, but didn't understand what he was going on about.
Yes I can feel it. Scott we have to calm her
Kira's eyes widened, they were talking about her. She could feel her skin burning and suddenly she was aware of the stinging pain in both of her palms. She opened her fists to see that her nails had cut into her skin causing blood to seep through the wound.
She looked up and let out a deep sigh and nodded. If there was something wrong with her may be this Xavier guy could help. She didn't have to like it there right?
"Fine, I'll come" she whispered not risking a glance at her parents. She could feel her father's hard gaze upon her.
A/N: well every A/N I end up repeating my self with the whole review thing. So I hope I don't need to remind you what to do (
Princess of Darkness
Chapter 2: Reality
She awoke in a daze. It took a while for her vision to restore completely and tell her where she was. Looking around she propped herself up on one elbow and rubbed her eyes with her spare palm. She was lying on a cold table in the center of an enclosed space. Double doors stood closed in front of her and on both of her sides where small shelves holding first aid boxes, bottles, gloves. She sat up rubbing her temples at the memory of what had happened at the stadium. It took her a full several minutes of staring around to realize that she was not alone.
Sitting curled up on a small black stool was her best friend.
"Connie?" she questioned, her voice escaping in a croak. The girl jolted up right in a start. She swung her head around to look at her friend, her bright blue eyes filled with worry. She broke out into a smile.
"Kira - are you OK?" she asked in a broken whisper moving herself to Kira's side.
She nodded frowning slightly looking at Connie's face. Her blue eyes were red rimmed as if she had been crying, her dark brown hair rested upon her shoulders in a mass of tangles.
"What happened?" she questioned resting her elbows on the black cold surface of the table. Kira stared at her for a moment debating with herself, feeling hesitant to tell her what had happened. she shrugged only partly telling the truth.
"You gave us all a scare you Cow!" Connie said half jokly.
"Sorry" Kira murmured softly. The small room shook slightly and everything shifted from their places.
"Where are we?" Kira finally asked. Connie reached over and placed the back of her hand upon Kira's forehead.
"In am ambulance heading to the hospital. You went out like a light. It was weird, you were screaming and then you just fainted."
Kira frowned. Her skin seemed to cringe under Connie's touch. Suddenly she felt as if her eyes were moving to the back of her head. She could feel herself begin to shake, suddenly very conscious of Connie's hand.
There was a white flash that seemed to blind her and she wondered if Connie was witnessing the same thing. The brightness faded into an image. A six year-old girl running around a grassy field with a small black dog running along side her. The girl was giggling, chasing the small puppy sized animal. Her laughter stopped and was replaced with shouts of fear and anguish. The sound of car tires on tarmac became clear. The deafening sound of a car skidding and the yelp of the dog echoed throughout the silent fields. Connie's eyes filled with tears as she fled into the road.
Kira jumped back letting out a small gasp, almost falling off of the table. She looked at Connie not seeming to notice her own panting.
Connie raised an eyebrow sitting back in her chair and folding her arms over her chest.
"What's happening to you?" her voice echoed and rung loudly in her ears. Kira wiped sweat from her brow with the back of her hand and sighed. Closing her eyes the image was still fresh in her mind. Poor Connie.
Her eyes snapped open as the ambulance squeaked to a halt. Kira's eyes met Connie's. her face was filled with concern.
The back doors of the ambulance swung open and two men climbed into the back. One of the men shot Kira a confused look. She was the girl who was in a deep coma wen they found her and now she was sitting up looking as right as rain. The colour had come back into her pale cheeks colouring her creamy skin, her blonde hair slightly tangled and her bright green eyes seemed to sparkle.
*~*
"I called your parents" Connie announced to Kira who was now being pushed up a hospital hallway in a wheelchair. She nodded not looking up. They arrived at the reception desk where a woman sat half hidden by a computer screen. She looked up from her screen revealing a huge pair of glasses resting upon the bridge of her nose. They were the kind that magnify your eyes and make them look three times bigger then they actually were. Her gaze fell upon Kira who averted her gaze to the floor as an attempt to hide her amusement. She looked over her shoulder at the rest of the large room. The reception was attached to the large waiting room filled with chairs. She ignored the conversation the receptionist and the driver of the ambulance had engaged in and looked at the faces of the people in the waiting room. Her gaze fell upon an old man also in a wheelchair. He was dressed smartly in a dark navy blue suit. His soft gaze was fixed on hers and it looked as through he was smiling even through no sign was shown on his face. Sitting beside him was a man looking in about his late 20s, his light brown hair parted at the center with a small piece of hair flopping over his eyes on each side of his face. His eyes were hidden behind the coolest pair of ruby coloured glasses Kira had ever seen. Even though she could see his eyes she could feel his gaze burning into her skin.
Feeling uncomfortable under their persistent stare she looked away back in front of her where the receptionist had begun typing something into her computer.
Yes that is her
Kira sat bolt up right. Again the voice had echoed inside her head as through one of her own thoughts, but the voice was not her own.
I know you can hear me
The voice was soothing and gentle. Kira sat confused for a moment.
I would like to help you
Kira bit her lower lip nervously turning around slowly and looking over her shoulder. The old man was still looking at her. He raised his head and smiled.
We can talk more when you are settled
His mouth did not move but for some reason she knew it had come from him. the deep yet kind voice echoed in her head, she could feel its presents in her mind and then it had faded. She turned her head away abruptly in a panic breathing deeply. What was happening to her?
Finally she began moving again up another corridor. She took one last glance back over her shoulder at the old man. She felt relieved to be out of his gaze. Kira watched as the driver of the ambulance wheeled her to the bottom of the narrow corridor and to a gray door. He pushed it open to reveal a small room. The walls were painted white and the tiled floors were gray. There was a single hospital bed in the center of the bed and the only source of light were the rays of sun shine coming in through the open window at the far wall.
Connie hadn't gone up with her. She had stayed in the waiting room for her parents.
She was taken over to the bed and to her dismay helped to climb under the sheets. Once the guy had left her and shut the door behind him she was left in total silence. She leant her back against the over sized pillow and looked about. Suddenly she was very aware of every sound. The slightest noise made her jump and hold her breath.
Oh my god I am so late
The voice was so clear that it sounded as if it had come from out side her head. She gritted her teeth and sunk down into the sheets pulling them up to her chin.
Not even time for a break
Please don't let him die
Damn!
The words were flying around the room inside her head threatening to take away her sanity. She looked left and right in a useless attempt to find some one speaking the words she was hearing.
She could see people walking past her room through the glass wall, but their mouths were closed. She sighed gripping a pillow from behind her head and bringing it forward to her face. Her head throbbed form the increasing number of words and phrases filling her head. She held the pillow over her face pressing each side over her ears. She began to sake her head from side to side violently. She could feel tears building up again and helplessly began rolling down the sides of her face.
"Go away!" she screamed into the pillow. She was shaking her head so much that she was begging to feel dizzily sick. "Leave me alone!" she yelled again to no one in particular.
Suddenly the voices silence so abruptly that Kira found herself straining her hearing, listening for them.
She threw the pillow off of her face and stared up at the white ceiling. She lay there for several seconds listening to the sound of her uneven breathing.
Suddenly her door swung open, she sat up quickly gasping in shock. Her eyes widened in fear at the sight of the old man sitting in the door way. She sat paralyzed with a mixture of fear and curiosity. His wheelchair moved across the room and stopped a few inches away from her bed. The man wearing the ruby glasses followed closed behind closing the door behind them. The old man smiled warmly at her.
"Please don't be alarmed" his voice was the gentle one that had sounded inside her head in the waiting room. Kira raised an eyebrow.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Charles Xavier."
Kira looked blankly at him and turned her gaze to the tall, bold man standing behind him.
"This is Scott Summers" Charles said referring to the man behind him. Kira looked back at the old mans soft face.
"Would you like to tell me your name?" he asked. Kira looked down at her bed sheets before opening her mouth to speak.
"Kira Stone" she murmured looking into his eyes for the first time.
"Hello Kira. Your parents are in the waiting room and will be here shortly. I have something I would like to ask them."
Kira nodded lowering her eyebrows.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" she asked tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Your questions will be answered as soon as your parents arrive." He said simply. And sure enough her parents exploded into the room full of paniced conversation. They stumbled into the room not seeming to notice the two other men in the room until they were standing right in front of them.
They stood in silence looking questionably at the man in the wheelchair.
"Hello" he greeted them.
"Who are you?" Kira's father asked almost rudely.
"My name is Charles Xavier, Mr Stone. Please sit down."
Raymond Stone glared at Charles refusing to follow his kind gesture.
"Would you mind explaining to me what the hell you are doing inside my daughters hospital room?" Raymonds voice was cold.
Charles simply nodded pressing his hands together.
"Very well. I think you know that your daughter, Kira had began to go through a very unique transition." He began. He could tell by the blank look on Raymond face that he didn't understand.
"The reason why Kira is under hospital care is because she has begun to travle into the early stages of her mutation. I would like to help her through it. I would like to help her understand and realize her potential."
Raymond raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Mr Stone could I speak to you and your wife outside for a minute?" Charles asked. Raymond obliged and ushered his wife outside of the room leaving Scott and Kira alone.
The two stood in silence. Scott plunged his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans.
"So how old are you?" Scott asked in am attempt to break the tension.
"15"
"What is you mutation?" he asked. Kira raised an eyebrow and shrugged. She had heard about these mutant people in the news and had heard what they were supposed to be like. Evil, violent creatures, but the man Charles didn't seem evil at all.
Scott surveyed her face. Her blond hair had a tint of red to it causing it to look almost strawberry blonde. Her green eyes were like bottomless pools. Her pale skin was un-blemished and soft looking. She reminded him of a face he used to see when he was young. At 15 she looked almost a lady. He could tell by the way her long legs bent under the thin sheets that she was tall.
He watched her pull her knees up to her chest and hug them tightly. She let out a sigh resting her chin atop her knees.
"So what happened?" he asked taking a seat by her bed side. She looked at him for a moment. Scott sighed, it didn't look like she wanted to tell him anything.
"There are others like you, you know" he began. He watched her eyes widen with interest.
"How do you know what I am like?"
Scott hesitated, seeming to be caught off guard by the question. He looked away.
"So what is your power?" she asked. Scott looked back at her with a small smile on his face.
"Well - I have optic beams that come out of my eyes. Hence the shades." He said pointing to his glasses.
"I think they're cool"
Scott smiled and nodded a thank you.
"So what's the deal with the old guy?" she asked gesturing to Charles Xavier still talking to her parents out side her room. She saw her mother's eyes filled with tears as she leant against her father for support. She frowned pushing back the sheets and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
"What are they talking about?" she asked not giving Scott time to answer her earlier question. Scott turned his head to gaze out the glass wall.
"The Professor is talking to them about his school for gifted children. We came all the way from New York to ask permission for you to attend. Its like a boarding school for people like you".
Kira hadn't taken her gaze away from her mother.
"I don't want to go" she whispered to herself.
The resemblance is amazing
She looked up at Scott who hadn't moved.
"What resemblance?" she asked trying to ignore the sudden erg to cry. Scott shot her a confused look and leaned forward in his chair. He shook his head indicating that he wasn't going to answer.
"I'm not going" she said suddenly looking at her mother again. Scott looked up at her frowning.
"Why?" he asked.
"I don't want to go to some place for freaks. I've heard about mutants on the news and the sort of things that can do. I'm one of you" she said fighting away the tears as she watched her mother weep. Her thoughts processed loud and clear into her mind.
How could this have happened? Where did we go wrong?
A single tear rolled silently down her face. They wouldn't want her any more. She wanted this to leave her alone, but it seemed the more she willed it away, the worse it got. She knew what was going to happen. They wouldn't want a mutant daughter, wouldn't want to bother trying with her so they would just shift her off some where with out a second thought.
There was a few moments silence before Xavier and her parents came in. Kira could see the despair in her mothers dark brown eyes. She caught her glance for a second but quickly looked away down to the floor. Kira bit her lower lip refusing to let any more tears fall.
"Charles and I have talked about - the - situation and well your mother and I have decided that it would be best for you to go with him".
Her father's words rung in her ears. The betrayal she felt was overwhelming. How could her do that? She hated this. It had ruined her whole life and she hadn't even had it for a day. Why did she have to go all the way to New York? What was the difference in having powers there to having powers here?
She shook her head furiously frowning. Her bit her lip sniffing loudly in an attempt to suppress her hot tears.
"No" she said scrunching her hands into fists. She looked at her parents, Xavier and Scott. Her vision blurred by her tears.
Professor, do you feel that?
Scott's mental voice sounded. She looked at Xavier expecting to hear a reply, but didn't understand what he was going on about.
Yes I can feel it. Scott we have to calm her
Kira's eyes widened, they were talking about her. She could feel her skin burning and suddenly she was aware of the stinging pain in both of her palms. She opened her fists to see that her nails had cut into her skin causing blood to seep through the wound.
She looked up and let out a deep sigh and nodded. If there was something wrong with her may be this Xavier guy could help. She didn't have to like it there right?
"Fine, I'll come" she whispered not risking a glance at her parents. She could feel her father's hard gaze upon her.
A/N: well every A/N I end up repeating my self with the whole review thing. So I hope I don't need to remind you what to do (