Disclaimer: I'm not making any money from this, and, sadly, I don't own anyone but Chris.
Author's Note: All right, this one's a little longer. Hope you're happy, my poor fingers are dead from writing all day.
Chapter 2: Strange Powers
The next morning, Chris was woken by the sound of Jean rummaging through various drawers and cupboards, looking for disinfectant and bandages for a girl with white streaks in her hair and a boy that looked about the same age. They both had nasty looking cuts on their arms.
"You know, it would save a whole lot of hassle if you two would just stay away from that poor kid when he gets upset, instead of trying to calm him down," said Jean. "Let Logan do it- he heals a lot faster than either of you."
The girl had just opened her mouth to argue when Jean put the disinfectant on the cut, but her words were cut of by a sharp hiss because of the pain. She put the bandage on and moved to the boy. He noticed that Chris was watching them just as Jean poured the disinfectant.
His face screwed up in pain and he said, "New girl's awake."
"You are awake!" Jean said to her as she put the bandage on. "Be careful," she said to the couple. "Come back this afternoon so I can change the bandages." Then, turning to Chris she said, "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," she replied.
"I have a bed all ready for you in Rouge's room if you'd rather be in there," Jean said.
"Yes, thank you."
"Oh, so that's why there's a new bed and dresser in there," said the girl with white streaks in her hair. "I'm Rouge. This is Bobby," she said, gesturing to the boy next to her.
"I'm Chris," she replied nervously. She had never been good with people.
A bell rang, startling Chris.
"That's the bell," said Bobby. "Rouge, we'd better go, or we'll be late again." On their way out, he turned to Chris and said with a friendly smile, "Welcome to Mutant High." She noticed that Rouge gave him a playful punch before the doors closed.
"This will probably be a good time to settle in," said Jean after they had left. "While everyone else is in class. You had kind of a dramatic entrance with Logan. Come on, I'll show you around."
Chris followed Jean out of the infirmary, through a lot of hallways that seemed very much like a maze, and into a medium-sized room. There were two beds, each with a nightstand and a lamp, two small dressers, and one large closet.
"Younger children sleep six to a room, but the professor thought the older students would be more comfortable with less people and more privacy," Jean explained. "This is where you'll sleep," she said, pointing to one of the beds. "We have a wardrobe for you in the left side of the closet and in that dresser. I expect that as soon as classes are over the professor will have someone call you down for the interview he mentioned yesterday, so if you want to change you are welcome to. You will begin your regular classes tomorrow. Rouge will show you around."
When Jean left, Chris looked in the dresser and the closet. Rouge had good taste (her clothes were on the right side of the closet), and she must have picked out the clothes for Chris, because they were very similar. Quickly she changed, grabbed a hairbrush, and put her light brown hair into a style that would cover her pointed ears. She looked into the mirror and sighed. There was nothing she could do about her eyes. Not to mention the blue, black, and purple bruises covering her face and arms.
Just as she sat down on the bed to wait, someone knocked on the door, making her jump.
"Chris?" it was a man's voice. "Are you in there?" She opened the door to see Logan looking at her uncertainly.
"Professor Xavier wants to see you."
She nodded and came outside, and followed Logan down one of the many hallways.
Logan looked sideways at Chris. She was quite pretty, despite the bruises on her face and arms.
"So," said Chris, breaking the silence. "What's your 'gift'?"
"What?" Logan asked. "Oh, I have, in Jean's words, uncharted regenerative abilities, and heightened senses. What about you?"
"I don't really know."
"Well if you don't want to tell me, I suppose that's ok..."
"No, that's not it. You saved my life, and if I knew I would tell you, but I'm just not sure. I've done a lot of unusual things- like I can see pictures and hear things in water and on the wind, that's how I knew you were coming, and sometimes I just know things."
"You know things?"
"Well, I knew I could trust you, and back... back home I knew when the phone would ring and who was calling, and no one would play cards with me because I knew what they had, things like that." She didn't add that if she looked into someone's eyes she knew what they were thinking, and if she wanted to she could put her own thoughts in their heads.
"Here we are," said Logan as they reached a large wooden door. He put his hand on the handle. "One piece of advice before you go in," he said. "Tell the truth. He's telepathic, he'll know if you don't."
"Thanks," said Chris, and she entered, already putting up barriers to the places in her mind that she didn't want other people to look at.
Ow. Dead fingers. :-P Hee hee. Thanks for the reviews! Keep it up!
Reviews:
Ace: Yeah, grammar is NOT my favorite thing. I dunno if this is any better, but hey, it's more right?
Lamby: Thanks! I'm proud of myself- this one is a whole lot longer than my Van Helsing one. Ummmm, I reviewed to Dark is the Hour for ya.
Author's Note: All right, this one's a little longer. Hope you're happy, my poor fingers are dead from writing all day.
Chapter 2: Strange Powers
The next morning, Chris was woken by the sound of Jean rummaging through various drawers and cupboards, looking for disinfectant and bandages for a girl with white streaks in her hair and a boy that looked about the same age. They both had nasty looking cuts on their arms.
"You know, it would save a whole lot of hassle if you two would just stay away from that poor kid when he gets upset, instead of trying to calm him down," said Jean. "Let Logan do it- he heals a lot faster than either of you."
The girl had just opened her mouth to argue when Jean put the disinfectant on the cut, but her words were cut of by a sharp hiss because of the pain. She put the bandage on and moved to the boy. He noticed that Chris was watching them just as Jean poured the disinfectant.
His face screwed up in pain and he said, "New girl's awake."
"You are awake!" Jean said to her as she put the bandage on. "Be careful," she said to the couple. "Come back this afternoon so I can change the bandages." Then, turning to Chris she said, "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," she replied.
"I have a bed all ready for you in Rouge's room if you'd rather be in there," Jean said.
"Yes, thank you."
"Oh, so that's why there's a new bed and dresser in there," said the girl with white streaks in her hair. "I'm Rouge. This is Bobby," she said, gesturing to the boy next to her.
"I'm Chris," she replied nervously. She had never been good with people.
A bell rang, startling Chris.
"That's the bell," said Bobby. "Rouge, we'd better go, or we'll be late again." On their way out, he turned to Chris and said with a friendly smile, "Welcome to Mutant High." She noticed that Rouge gave him a playful punch before the doors closed.
"This will probably be a good time to settle in," said Jean after they had left. "While everyone else is in class. You had kind of a dramatic entrance with Logan. Come on, I'll show you around."
Chris followed Jean out of the infirmary, through a lot of hallways that seemed very much like a maze, and into a medium-sized room. There were two beds, each with a nightstand and a lamp, two small dressers, and one large closet.
"Younger children sleep six to a room, but the professor thought the older students would be more comfortable with less people and more privacy," Jean explained. "This is where you'll sleep," she said, pointing to one of the beds. "We have a wardrobe for you in the left side of the closet and in that dresser. I expect that as soon as classes are over the professor will have someone call you down for the interview he mentioned yesterday, so if you want to change you are welcome to. You will begin your regular classes tomorrow. Rouge will show you around."
When Jean left, Chris looked in the dresser and the closet. Rouge had good taste (her clothes were on the right side of the closet), and she must have picked out the clothes for Chris, because they were very similar. Quickly she changed, grabbed a hairbrush, and put her light brown hair into a style that would cover her pointed ears. She looked into the mirror and sighed. There was nothing she could do about her eyes. Not to mention the blue, black, and purple bruises covering her face and arms.
Just as she sat down on the bed to wait, someone knocked on the door, making her jump.
"Chris?" it was a man's voice. "Are you in there?" She opened the door to see Logan looking at her uncertainly.
"Professor Xavier wants to see you."
She nodded and came outside, and followed Logan down one of the many hallways.
Logan looked sideways at Chris. She was quite pretty, despite the bruises on her face and arms.
"So," said Chris, breaking the silence. "What's your 'gift'?"
"What?" Logan asked. "Oh, I have, in Jean's words, uncharted regenerative abilities, and heightened senses. What about you?"
"I don't really know."
"Well if you don't want to tell me, I suppose that's ok..."
"No, that's not it. You saved my life, and if I knew I would tell you, but I'm just not sure. I've done a lot of unusual things- like I can see pictures and hear things in water and on the wind, that's how I knew you were coming, and sometimes I just know things."
"You know things?"
"Well, I knew I could trust you, and back... back home I knew when the phone would ring and who was calling, and no one would play cards with me because I knew what they had, things like that." She didn't add that if she looked into someone's eyes she knew what they were thinking, and if she wanted to she could put her own thoughts in their heads.
"Here we are," said Logan as they reached a large wooden door. He put his hand on the handle. "One piece of advice before you go in," he said. "Tell the truth. He's telepathic, he'll know if you don't."
"Thanks," said Chris, and she entered, already putting up barriers to the places in her mind that she didn't want other people to look at.
Ow. Dead fingers. :-P Hee hee. Thanks for the reviews! Keep it up!
Reviews:
Ace: Yeah, grammar is NOT my favorite thing. I dunno if this is any better, but hey, it's more right?
Lamby: Thanks! I'm proud of myself- this one is a whole lot longer than my Van Helsing one. Ummmm, I reviewed to Dark is the Hour for ya.