Yay, chapter two! Wootness on a stick. Yeah, I'm just that wierd. So yeah, I will have at least five chapters on this for you all to read and judge me on. Don't tell me you wont judge me on them, I know humans and that's what we do all the time, so neh. There's nothing wrong with judging me on this, I would love to have a review bashing my work. Makes me know I can improve. That and I need critisizm. It's life, how can you not have any?

Chapter II

It was dark around her. Even with her eyes open, it was too dark for comfort or at least too dark for daytime. The only light that was to be seen was the tiny red flashing light of a computer monitor. But that's not the part that confused her, it was all the sounds. The clicking and whirring of machines as they functioned in their programmed tasks pulled her attention. Then a strange sound like a bamf was heard in one corner of the room, followed by the strange smell of something burning. Brimstone, she thought. She remembered that from chemistry class.

Franticly, she turned her head in that direction, only to regret it in an instant. Something on the sides of her head stayed her movement. With shaky hands, she felt the cat like ears that now replaced the normal ears she once had before. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream.

A door way to one side of the room slid open and blinding light appeared. Three figures surrounded the bed she laid on. One a dark, white haired female, one a short male, and one vary blue… thing. The white haired woman knelt close to her face and looked her straight into her frightened eyes.

"Are you alright miss, you had us all worried." She sounded so sincere. Like a mother hen, taking care of the whole coop. The other girl fearfully looked past the dark woman and found one of the men that were fighting at the bar. He looked down on her curiously and sniffed a couple times, his nostrils flaring. What's going on here, she thought frantically. Then she looked to the blue one on her other side and got a three fingered wave with a fanged smile.

She tried to move and found sharp pain shoot through her left leg. It was in a cast and hung in a sling from the ceiling. Then she realized that her blond wig was gone. Her natural red hair was fanned out around her head as she laid on the hospital bed. "Its okay, its okay, just calm down, everything's going to be fine."

"Where am I?" were the only words she could get out.

"You're at the Xavier Institute. I'm Ororo Munroe. This is Logan and Kurt." She said indicating the other two. The one from the bar was Logan and the blue elf, Kurt. He again gave her a friendly smile, but she didn't respond to it. She was still trying to register what was going on. "Kurt, will you go inform the professor that our guest has awoken?"

"No need, Storm, I'm right here. Good morning Shela. Or rather, good afternoon," a voice came from the direction of the door. A bald man in a wheel chair made his way over to the bed the Shela was in. His voice had something of a calming effect on her, though she couldn't fathom how or why. He reminded her of a grandfather. Then something struck her. Her parents where probably worried sick about her.

"How long have I been here?" She asked to the general audience that surrounded her now.

"Three days," Logan stated flatly. Even when he was just talking, his voice was something of a growl. But she wasn't paying attention to that. She was once again panicking.

"Mother! Oh no, I have to get home, now. She must be worried sick about me…"

She was cut off by the man in the wheelchair who was looking at her calmly. "It's alright. Everything's been taken care of already. She has agreed to let you stay here, at least until you've recovered enough to walk on your own."

"Where is here? It's an institute, I've got that much, but what is it for? And what's wrong with me? My leg… my ears…"

"Ah, I'm Charles Xavier, and you are at my institute for gifted youngsters like yourself. If you are wondering where this is located, it's Manchester county New York." Her jaw dropped at that point.

What am I doing in New York, she thought franticly. I was in Colorado just a few days ago, how did they get me here so quick?

"Logan called us from the bar, what was the name… Morse? Ororo, Jean, Scot and I were already in the aria looking for a new mutant, but when we heard from Logan, we got there right away. We had no idea that you were the one we were looking for. Jean and Ororo had splinted your leg by the time your mother got there.

"She was quite shocked to see you in that state, but was more worried than anything. She started giving instructions about the proper way to splint a limb. She wished she could come along, but her commitment to her work kept her behind." By then, tears were stinging her eyes.

Her mother was always one to care about others. That's one reason she had to be strong, so her parents wouldn't worry about her. The other reason is her independence. She had to do things on her own. It was more of a need to prove herself to others, but it had to be done.

She nodded her head in understanding. "So what do I do now?"

"You will have to be in a wheel chair for a while before you can walk again. You can use the crutches in your room, but only for short distances. You will attend school with the others your own age, like Kurt here when school's back in session, but before you can do any of that, Ororo will show you to your room."

All while he was talking, the woman had pulled a wheel chair up to the bed. She carefully undid the sling and helped Shela sit up. Logan picked her up carefully and placed her in the chair while Ororo made sure her legs didn't hit anything. She was then aware of the tail that had extended from her tail bone. Shela wrapped the new appendage around her waist and sank into the chair.

When all that was done, she was wheeled away to the door the others had come through earlier. When the two girls were alone, a question came to Shela's mind that she had completely forgotten to ask. "So, I'm guessing what he meant by 'gifted youngsters like yourself' is that everyone here is a mutant also?"

"That's putting it bluntly, but yes, that's right."

"So, may I ask what your mutant ability is?" She cautioned as they came to an elevator at the end of a hallway.

"I'm a weather witch," she said with a smile. "I can control the weather to an extent."

"Wow, that's so cool. So you can make it rain all the time if you wanted to right?" Shela asked with excitement. "I love the rain."

Ororo laughed at the girls new found enthusiasm. "Well it doesn't quite work like that, but in a general since, yes. What about you, what can you do?" She asked as she wheeled the girl onto the elevator and pushed a few buttons taking them up.

Shela looked down at herself, a sad expression on her face. "Well… I can sing." She said quietly, hoping not to be heard. But the white haired woman behind her caught it.

"Well that's a good talent to have. Not many people can sing. But what does that have to do with being a mutant?"

"Everything," she stated flatly. "If I wish strong enough, if I concentrate hard enough, I can make things, make people do or think things with my voice. I can also change things, like water into wine, or worse." New tears stung her eyes.

"That's why I was working at that bar. The owner found me alone in the park, and he was beating on a stray dog. I lost it and screamed at him. He nearly died. My voice crushed him to a tree. When my voice gave out, I panicked. Then he promised to not tell anyone what happened if I did what I was told."

Ororo had silently stooped down next to her and pulled her head up. "You were afraid weren't you? Don't worry, whoever he was, he got what he disserved. You're safe now, among friends."

This new insight brought a smile to her face, though she didn't know exactly why.