Here's chapter six for those of you who read this before I fixed my chapters. Incase you didn't get the memo, I had accindentaly posted chapter seven before posting chapters five and six, so here it is.

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Chapter VI

"Wait, what did he call her?" Logan asked the professor as he watched the doors close on them.

"Arana, that's her name."

"I thought it was Shela," he asked confused.

"It is. Shela is a nick name her mom and grandparents call her by. We call her that though because she doesn't correct us when we do." The professor said, his voice as calm as ever. "She's a tricky one. She lets people live and think according to their perceptions. If we were to call her something else, she would let us call her that for forever, never telling us we were wrong or right."

"You scare me some times, you know that Chuck? Let me guess, you read her mind?"

"Yes," the professor responded with a sly smile. "We'll have to wait until later to see if she is willing to tell us anything on her own though, particularly where her new friend came from."

"What do you mean?"

"This new boy, he just showed up out of nowhere this morning. He doesn't have any parents, but was living with his aunt and uncle, along with a cousin he seemed vary fond of. I can't fathom it though. He has a vary strong mind barrier. When I try to read his mind, I am assaulted with visions of this man with one arm. It's vary peculiar." His face dropped in concentration for a moment, then contorted with pain as his hand flew up to his head.

"Are you okay? You don't look so good." Logan asked, worried for the kind old man that sat next to him.

"Yes, I'm fine. I was trying to catch him off guard, but he keeps that barrier up."

"How does he do it?"

"Great concentration. And this man seems to be all he ever consecrates on. Who is he I wonder."

Logan stared at the elevator doors the two had disappeared behind. He was thinking of the night before, when he woke up to someone talking in Arana's room. Then something loud hit his ears and he heard Arana screaming something along the lines of "what the hell, I told you not to touch anything," over the noise. A smirk played his was across his lips.

He was growing fond of this girl for some reason. Perhaps it was her fight. She had so much in her and she knew just how to use it to her advantage. He would have to watch out for her in training, if she stuck around when her leg was better.

"That's one of the things I wished to speak with her about," The professor said, startling Logan from his thoughts. "Weather or not she wishes to stay here with us at the institute. She may not wish to go back home, but she may not wish to stay here either. What do you think?"

"I don't think with that voice, that she will want to be anywhere at all. She seems more afraid for others than of herself, but there's no difference there. She cares more for others than for herself."

"Yes, that's true."

"What about school? You didn't put her into any music classes did you?"

"Yes, I did. I thought it would help her to control her gifts. Learning to restrain herself by singing for something other than another's greed."

"I don't think that's a vary good idea." Logan said as she screamed again and the room shook. He looked over at the professor to find him smiling. "I'm going to check on them. Those two are going to bring the whole place down around our heads." He said with a sigh.

He took the elevator up two floors and found the noise so much louder. He squeezed his eyes shut as he got accustomed to it. Then, over the extreme volume of a blasting stereo system, he heard an argument over… a sword? He opened the door to Arana's room and found that they truly were fighting over a sword. Arana was in possession of a sword with strange markings on it, trying to keep it away from Bek. Logan just leaned against the door frame, watching with amusement as the two fought over this relic.

When it looked like he would give up, Bek jumped and grabbed hold of the handle. A bright flash filled the room and he dove to cover his eyes. When he was able to see again, he saw the two lying on the floor, both with a hand on the hilt of this blade. He ran in and tried to get to the two, but a blue fire surrounded them when he got close, then faded away as he backed off. Then looking at their faces, he found both their eyes wide open and blankly staring into each others.

Chuck, you might want to get up here. Something funny is going on. You have to see this for yourself, Logan thought to the professor down stairs.

Alright, hold on. Hank and I are on our way.

He couldn't do much else. He was stuck watching the unblinking pair as the glow of the sword grew and sweat beaded on both their brows. The urge to help them was over powering. If it weren't for the self restraint he had, he would have tried to. Luckily he was saved from any action when the professor came in with a worried Beast.

"What's going on?" Beast yelled over the music. When he saw the two teens on the floor, his eyes widened in shock. The professor turned off the stereo and put his hands to his temples in concentration. He jerked back with a cry of pain as the flame surrounding the two flared. Then the light and the flame disappeared all together as the two dropped the sword. Their breathing quickened dramatically and their eyes fluttered.

Bek recovered first and pulled Arana in a tight hug. She whimpered her breathing still irregular and rugged. Hank quickly picked her up and as gently as he could, placed her in bed. Her eyes widened as they fell on his face. "Daddy," she whispered before passing out.

Logan was too stunned for words. This was all too weird for any one, including him.