Princess of Darkness
Chapter 4: Training
The cold morning air had filled the Xavier mansion and Kira found herself shivering as she made her way down to the elevators. Wiping the sleep from her tired eyes she waited patiently for the lift and she tried to remember her way. She stood frozen on the spot, her arms wrapped around herself.
Everything was so messed up, she wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be on her way to Paris with the rest of her basket ball team for the match of the season, but instead she was here. Her parents had seemed all too willing to give her up.
The sound of the lift reaching her floor snapped her out of her thoughts as she looked up and stepped into the spacious box. She had not noticed the tears rolling silently down her cheeks.
Logan was waiting for her inside the training room. His body covered in a black spandex suit, he straightened when he heard her approach.
Kira sheepishly walked into the large round room, her trainers gripping firmly to the metal floor.
Logan smiled and gestured for her to come closer. As she did, he bent down and dug his hands into a large bag which lay at his feet.
"Ok kid let's see what yer made of" He spoke aloud. Kira frowned at his words, her eyebrows lowering in confusion. She watched his muscle, built arms move as he rummaged though the bag.
His lips curved into a smile as he found what he was looking for before looking up at Kira from his bent position on the floor.
"Ready?" he asked, his hands still in the bag, hiding what he was holding.
"For what?" She asked, her voice filled with confusion and shaking with nerves.
Suddenly Logan's facial expression changed as he pulled his hands from the bag and flung out a round silver blade.
Kira's eyes widened as she watched the sharp object fly towards her. Fear over took her and suddenly she could do nothing. With her feet planted firmly on the floor, they refused to move. She could hear the blade whipping through the air as it came dangerously close. Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat she managed a step backward as she watched it came closer.
"Come on, Kid…." Logan growled under his breath as he watched. He shifted on his feet, ready to jump forward and intercept the blade.
Kira stared blankly at the blade, she could hear its sharp edges screaming in the air as it seemed to gather speed.
Logan gritted his teeth as he bent himself to the floor. With a quite growl, he launched himself into the air, throwing himself toward the blade.
Kira's green eyes followed the small mans actions and for a moment she watched him fly. Her attention was quickly brought back to the flying weapon now inches from her. With a small yell of distress, she leapt backwards completely off the floor, arching her back in mid air.
Logan watched wide eyed as the girl back flipped from the floor, the blade gliding underneath her. The young teen seemed to freeze in a vertical position in the air and the blade flew underneath her and collided with the wall on the other side of the danger room. Logan landed, his knees bending as he hit the floor. He stayed crouched down, looking up at Kira and she flipped backwards and landing on her feet.
Kira staggered back a few steps, holding her arms out to steady herself. She wobbled for a moment, her eyes wide as if she were trying to focus her vision. Within a second she was still. She tossed her head over her shoulder and looked at the sharp blade, now embedded in the side of the wall on the other side of the room. She let out a huff before turning back to Logan who was now standing upright, an amused look on his face.
"What the hell are you smiling at? That thing almost killed me!" she yelled, throwing an arm out to point at the weapon on the far side of the room.
"But it didn't" Logan's husky voice replied. Kira let out a nervous laugh, looking at the elder man in disbelief.
"Let's see what else you've got" he called to her as he made his way back to the dark bag still sitting on the floor.
"What? You have got to be kidding me!" Kira's voice seemed to echo around the circular room as she yelled.
Logan didn't respond, instead he came back at her with three more small weapons, launching them at her with ease. Kira's eyes became wide, she could feel her pulse beating in her ears. Her breathing was uneven and full of panic. Without even thinking, she closed her eyes and moved quickly.
Logan watched with a grin on his lips as Kira leapt backwards dodging the first blade easily. She seemed to cartwheel away from the second, landing on her feet and then standing still. Logan took a step forward, a pang of worry suddenly hit him as he watched Kira stay where she was. The third blade was still coming and she wasn't moving.
Kira sighed and opened her eyes. She gasped as she watched the third and final blade hurl towards her face. It was too close, she wouldn't be able to dodge it. Letting out a small scream, she threw her arms out in front of her in an attempt of protecting her face. She clamped her eyes shut and gritted her teeth suddenly as a burning sensation surged through her arms and into the palms of her hands.
The danger room shook as a wave of transparent energy flew from the palms of her hands. The blade cracked at the force and pressure of the wave and was suddenly sent back the way it came. Logan stood, his jaw dropped and he let out a yell of surprise as the wave crashed towards him and sent him flying backwards.
Rumbling filled her ears as the wave hit the wall of the danger room, causing the strong metal material to crack and shift. Kira stood frozen, her arms still outstretched in front of her, her face hidden between her arms. The room finally fell silent, the rumbling slowly disappeared, becoming nothing but an echo in the dense room. Kira could hear nothing but her own heavy breathing. Slowly she opened her eyes and raised her head. Logan was limp at the front of the room, his body covered in rubble of shards of metal from where the wall had moved. Kira swallowed hard, her knees felt as if they were about to give way. Small beads of sweat formed on her forehead and she suddenly felt very drained. Despite the huge urge to collapse, she ran towards Logan who began to stir.
Logan groaned, as he shifted from his position on the floor. He brought a hand to his aching head and felt thick liquid oozing down the side of his face. Pushing himself to his feet, he looked behind him and shook his head at the site of the ruined wall. He cursed silently, unable to believe that he was going to have to explain again to the Professor why the room needed fixing after repairs had only been made a few weeks ago.
"I'm so sorry!" Kira's distraught voice called from behind him. Logan turned to the young girl, glancing at his blood stained fingers.
"Oh my god, you're bleeding! What have I done?"
"Caused a few thousand dollars worth of repairs" he said with a chuckle.
"But your face, you need help." Kira told him, her eyes welling up with tears.
"No help required kid" Logan said calmly. Kira frown as she watched as the skin on Logan's forehead seemes to crawl and move over the wound, causing it to becoming smaller and then in a moment it was gone. Logan wiped the blood away with the back of his hand revealing a clear forehead, the wound was gone.
"Well, I think we have made some progress" he told her turning back to the broken wall. "At least you didn't knock the thing down" he mumbled just loud enough for Kira to hear.
"Am I in trouble?" she asked sheepishly. Logan pursed his lips and gave her a look.
"Well seeing as it was your first time and the fact that I don't think you meant for that to happen, I would say not so much, but you will have to explain this to Professor Xavier."
Kira frowned, averting her eyes to the floor.
"Can I ask, what the hell was that?" Logan asked her, observing the fact that he was just forced back a good few meters. Some of the student who had been here for years had never been able to achieve that sort of power. Kira shrugged, tucking a stay strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"I panicked, I don't know what happened, it was weird, it felt like my hands were on fire."
From the operating room that looked over the danger room, Jean Grey stared down through the glass. Her green eyes were shinning with moisture as she watched the two people below leave the danger room. Squeezing her eyes shut, she allowed a single tear to roll slowly down her face.
N/A: Ok…. Before everybody shoots me for not updating since only god knows when, I would just like to say I am soooooooooooooo sorry! If anyone still reads this please don't be too mad at me! I forgot all about this fic for a while and then it took me ages to think of what to write.
Anyways I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter. R&R are always welcome!