3: Training Squads

Blood left lunch with Wallflower, but they had to split as they got into the mansion.

"I gotta go this way." She told him, walking the opposite direction, "Go to Scott Summer's room for your schedule!"

"Where is that?" Blood yelled to her, but she was already gone down the hall. Blood decided to check his map. Summer's room was on the second floor, and to the right. Blood walked slowly to Summer's office and knocked on the door when he reached the room.

"Come on in." Blood heard a kind, but strong voice drift from inside. Blood opened the door and saw a tall, broad shouldered man with dark red hair and a day old beard. He was wearing red sunglasses.

"You are the new guy, right?" Summer's asked Blood. Blood suspected that Summers was blind. Or had some sort of mutation with his eyes.

"Yes I am, sir." Blood said, very formal. He thought it would make a good first impression.

"Ok, here is your schedule," Summers handed him a slip of paper, "And I have called the leaders of our two training squads, who both wish to convince you to join them." Summers spoke with a bit of contempt in his voice.

Four people walked into the room. The first was beautiful girl with red hair that matched Blood's. She had brown eyes and a thin midriff, which she was showing off through her uniform. The second was a tall, curly haired African American. He was wearing large gold sunglasses in a way that made him look inhumanly smart. The third was a handsome Hollywood type boy of about sixteen in a red suit. He had black beady eyes and a muscular figure. Then, last came in an older woman. Blood guessed her age at thirty-two. She was sexy. There was no other word for it. She walked in, swinging her hips a bit and moving a strand of gold hair away form her face.

They all shook ands with Blood, the African American holding the longest before they all sat down in separate chairs. Blood sat down too, following their lead. The red haired girl spoke first, "Hello, I'm Sofia or Windancer. And this is my friend David." The African American put his hand up in the air a bit.

"I'm Emma Frost." The sexy woman in the white outfit spoke.

"And I'm Julian, but you can call me Hellion." The holly wood type stood up, "I am the leader of the Hellion's Training Squad."

Blood already disliked this Julian kid. He seemed like a downright ass. Julian explained what raining squads were then made a point on why Blood should join their squad. Blood thought the whole speech was a bit conceded. Then Sofia began to speak, with Prodigy adding in tips every so often. Sofia spoke in a unique, soothing Mexican accent.

Then it was time for Blood to decide. "Does one have to be in a squad?" Blood asked Summers.

"No. They don't, but everyone is in one except Laurie…" He trailed off.

"Well, no offense to anyone, but I'd rather not be in a squad." Blood said apologetically, "It's not me. But, If I had to join," Blood smiled, "I'd Join the New Mutants."

Julian stood up angrily," You can't just not choose a squad, what will you do in competition? Who will you train with if not me?" Julian slipped out this last part. He was conceded…

"I'll do the competitions alone, or with my wolf, Orion." Blood started, but was cut off by Julian

"Your wolf? What good will that old mutt do?" Julian clearly hadn't realized Orion was in the room with them.

Orion growled at Julian, showing his teeth. Fuck him. Orion sent to Blood. Blood grinned at the thought of Orion ripping this Julian kid to shreds. "Sorry, but I just don't think this squad thing is a good idea." Blood apologized again.

"Ok!" Sofia said happily, "I respect your decision." She rose, shook Blood's hand, and then left. David also rose to shake Blood's hand, and then left behind Sofia. Julian stormed out, with Emma giving Blood a pleading look, "Sorry." She told him quietly.

Now, only Summers and Blood were left in the room. Summers bent down to pick up another sheet of paper. He folded it and put it in his pocket. He then spun his chair to face Blood.

"You still need to choose your Advisor." Summers said, handing Blood the piece of paper. Blood looked at the paper. On it was a list of X-men, and on most, the students they advised. Bobby drake was on the list, and he had no one under him.

"I'll choose Bobby Drake." Blood handed the paper back to Summers and waited for a response.

"He's never had a student before…" Summers said, almost to himself. Blood heard a bell go off outside of the office and the rush of footsteps.

"You may go to your next class. I'll talk to Iceman."