White Raven
Changes
Summer was having the best dream. She was lying on her bed at home, in almost pitch darkness.Her hands began to tingle again, but not painfully. Her eyes opened wide in amazment, as her hands began to glow with a soft white light. Small bubbles began to emerge from her palm, lighting up the whole room like tiny stars. She felt giddy, and light as a feather. Leaving one hand to produce bubbles, Summer gathered a handful and played with them. They felt smooth like a marble, but light as a leaf, and warm.
"Can you make them any bigger, more powerful?"asked a man, standing in the corner.
Summer barely glanced at him, the bubbles being much more interesting. She didn't bother to answer, she just concentrated harder on her hands.
A bubble about the size of a baseball formed, and floated upward. She smiled triumphantly.
A little metal ball floated past her eyes.
"Catch it." said the man.
Summer put the palm of her hand under the ball, but the metal ball wouldn't stop moving away from her.
"Get it from here." said the man, bringing the ball to a stop a few feet away.
Instead of just floating, Summer sent a bubble of light shooting toward the ball. For a split second the light was no longer solid, and the ball floated inside. Summer gasped, as the ball moved wherever she wanted it to! She made figure eights, and spelled her name. Suddenly the ball was being pulled in a different direction. Summer fought it, trying to bring the ball back towards her. She was unprepared when the force let go, and she pulled the ball back to hard. It shot back and exploded through the wall like a bullet.
A pair of yellow eyes looked up at her in amazment. Summer brought a lighted ball closer so she could see. A blue woman slowly got up from the floor, where she had dived to escape being hit.
"Sorry. My bad." giggled Summer. She hiccuped.
"That's enough for you, my dear." said the man. He switched on the lights.
Summer covered her sensitve eyes from the blinding harsh light. She let them adjust, and lowered her hands.
"How do you feel?" the blue woman asked. Her voice was unlike anything Summer had ever heard.
"My head hurts like crap." Summer replied. "And my mouth is all dry. Are... are you a doctor?" she asked uncertaintly. She realized that she wasn't in her bedroom, she was in a bare cement cell, sitting on a cot. Slowly she remembered the incident at school, but only part and pieces.
"I am not a doctor, but we're here to help you." said the man. Summer squinted her stinging eyes at him. He looked like a grandpa with metalic gray hair and crows feet, but there was also a bright malice behind his stealy blue eyes. He was wearing a black turtleneck, and the woman was wearing a black suit.
The woman handed her a metal cup full of water, and a pill.
"Swallow it, it will help with the headache." she said.
Summer gulped it down. It left a bitter trail down her throat.
"Who are you?" she asked, giving the cup back.
"I am a mutant, and so is Mystique here." he answered, standing up, hands clasped behind his back. "And so are you."
Summer thought about this, and her head was begining to clear a little. All the signs were there, in times of emotional stress her 'powers' had made themselves known.
Her father was going to kill her.
"Mystique brought you here to protect you." said the man. "There are others who know of your extrodinary powers, and they wanted to use you for their own ends.You are lucky we got to you first."
"Who are they?" asked Summer, slightly alarmed.
"Professor Xavier and his 'students'. They beleive that mutants and humans can live together peacefully, but he's wrong. Just look at your father." theman said.
He was right, her father hated mutants. He beleived that they were going to use their powers to take over the Goverment. He was especially unnerved to find out some mutants could read others minds. And like most other humans, he was afraid. Summer felt strange knowing that she was a mutant, feared and hunted. She had never really hated mutants, she just was afraid like everyone else.
"We'll leave you know. I am sure you need your rest." Mistique said.
They walked out of the door and shut it. Their footsteps echoed down a long hallway.
Back in the cell Summer got off her cot and paced. Or she tried to. The moment she put weight on her legs they buckled. She shakily sat back down, and rested. She tried to make more bubbles, but it hurt her head. Her hands began to tingle painfully again, but not near as bad. She stood again, and was able to walk. Then a wave of exauhstion drove her back to the cot. She immediatly fell asleep.
Kurt Wagner was up late. He couldn't sleep, he was too wary in his new home. Swinging from chandelierto chandeleir in the hallway was a good way to clear his mind. Suddenly he heard the noise of the jet landing.
"Yes!" he said, and jumped down to the floor. He began leaping straight into the far wall. With a puff of smoke he was gone, and outside next to the basketball courts. Logan and the Professor got out of the jet, and Storm went down with it into the bowels of the school grounds.
"Did you find her?" asked Kurt, telleporting to the Professors side.
"Does it look like she's here, Nightcrawler?" snapped Logan.
"We lost her." said the Professor heavily. "But we will keep trying."
Kurt stopped walking, and let them go ahead into the school. His dashed hopes had been very high. He had wished for someone to relate to, someone who was also new to the school. And, like everyone else, he had hoped that one of the most powerful mutants on the planet would be on their side. Now things looked very bleak. The professor couldn't tell what the girls powers shape would take, he only knew that when he looked at her with Cerebro, her aura of power nearly nearly blinded him.
Kurt teleported into his room. Bobby was up, typing on his laptop.
"Well?" he asked.
Kurt shook he head. "No, she's gone."
Bobby looked thoughtful. "Maybe it's time for us tol ook for her, then."
"Yeah right. Like we could find Magneto. Even the Professor can't do that." Kurt exclaimed.
"No, but we could find John." Bobby replied, a plan already forming.
Chapter Three: Pyro