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Chapter 2

"Come on, Leech, throw the ball" shouted a boy on the baseball field in front of Xavier Manor. However, the other boy was not paying attention to him because the gates were opening and a large motorcycle was beginning to pass through them. As the motorcycle passed by the field the other boys paused to look at the bike and at the rider who in comparison to the bike was relatively small, wearing a black leather jacket and gloves, blue jeans and a helmet that hid their head.

"Come on, maybe it's Logan," shouted on of the children. Upon hearing that the rest of the children went running after the bike.

As the bike pulled up in front of the Manor, the rider stopped kicked down the stand and swung their leg over. As they stood there stretching from their ride, the boys came up and began to touch the bike as Professor Logan let them during class.

"Wow, is this a new addition for class, Professor?" asked one boy.

Another said, "This has an amazing engine…" As that was being said all of the boys were suddenly lifted up into the air and away from the bike. The rider hit a button on their key ring, causing a beeping response from the bike, and began to walk into the manor with a gaggle of adolescent boys flying in the air behind them. Once inside the hall of the Manor, the rider turned around and said in a metallic voice through the helmet's sound system, "Don't touch my bike, you don't know what it could do to you." At that, all the boys began lowering gently back to the ground. As the first of them were beginning to touch the ground, Storm and Logan began descending the staircase into the hall. As they saw the children lowering to the floor, the wind began to pick up and Logan unsheathed his claws as both of them began running down the stairs. Once all the children were on the floor, they just stood there watching.

As the rider saw Logan and Storm, all it said was, "Don't," through their helmet. With that, the 5'8" rider took off their helmet. A shower of blonde hair cascaded down from the loose bun on top of their head and revealed a very feminine face. She straightened her hair and then began to head towards the stairs behind Storm and Logan. As she neared them, she slowed because they were not moving aside so that she could pass. While she did so, Logan caught a whiff of something like roses, leather, and Calvin Klein's Contradiction, he knew that smell as sure as he knew the back of his own hand.

By this point the rider had come to a complete stop in front of them her hair whipping around her head and staring at Logan. "May I pass?"

"What?" asked Logan.

"Of course you can't go up there yet. I need you to come to my office first," said Storm at the same time as Logan.

The rider just smiled and said, "Of course. How ignorant of me, I apologize. My name is Clarah Xavier. Which way is your office?" The wind instantly died.

While both Storm and Logan stood there dumbstruck by this woman yet again but this time for completely different reasons, she was thinking, 'Good lord! What simpletons, how the hell am I supposed to help them if I keep scaring the hell out of them each time I speak with them?' Upon thinking this she decided to screw being nice, since they can't seem to respond like normal human beings. So she went inside their minds as her father taught her when teaching her how to control his power and plucked out the location of Ororo's office. "Right, I think I know the way, if you would both like to follow me." Then she spun on the heel of one of her kitten-heeled boots and headed off in the direction of Storm's office.

"Wait! How do you know where to go? And why do you think you are in control here?" asked Storm.

Clarah stopped walking and turned around and numbering on her fingers she said, "a) I seem to be overly capable of scaring the shit out of you two and so I just picked out the location of your office from your head Ororo, b) My father gave me the right to control what happens to this school when he bequeathed it to me in his will and until his return which should be in a month or two that is exactly what I intend to do, c) Who gave you the right to threaten me or even try to tell me what to do?"

"You are the one who attacked students!" exclaimed Storm.

"No. I was merely showing them a healthy respect for an unknown mutant. They are all fine. By the way Logan you might want to sheathe your claws, don't you think? The children are no threat to you and I am not going to attack anything, unless it attacks me or one of my students. My father set this school up as a safe haven for mutants as they grow up and as a teaching facility so that they are not a threat to themselves or to others. Now do you think we can get the pleasantries over with I have a meeting with Dr. McCoy in half an hour and he beats my ass when I'm late."

With that, they headed off to Storm's office. "Miss Xavier, you understand that I have to have a reason for your becoming a member of our staff here. So, what would you like to teach while you are here?"

"Well, when I last taught here I was the music teacher and I also taught the automobile class. I would really prefer to do both of those if you don't mind."

"The music is not a problem, as we currently have no music teacher. However, Logan here has been teaching the children how to work on cars…"

"I apologize for interrupting you Storm but," Clarah said as she turned to Logan, "please tell me you haven't replaced any of the engines, Logan."

"No, but I don't see why that would be a problem."

"Just trust me, it would be. I am capable of shrinking cars that I have altered. I can make them small enough to fit into my pocket, but if the engine has been changed then I can never shrink them again. Also I like to keep my babies all in one piece, thank you."

"Lady, I don't know why you care so much about these cars since they were your father's and not yours up until a couple of months ago," said Logan.

"Actually none of them ever belonged to father. I bought them myself with my mother's money. They were my friends all through high school since most of the students avoided me after an incident early on. You would be amazed at how much they can tell you, not only about what and where they have ever gone, but also things about the people who have ridden in them. Anyway, we are getting sidetracked. Would you mind if I took over teaching car care to the students?"

"Not really, so long as you don't touch my bike."

"Deal," she said as she held out her hand to shake on it.

She has to be kidding me, thought Logan.

"I am not kidding you, Logan. Either shake on it or I'm out of here," she said coldly. At that, he took her hand and they shook on it.

"See, did that hurt? Thought not," she teased him.

"Are you always this erratic emotionally?" asked Logan.

"Big words, I didn't think you had them in you. However, in answer to your question, yes I am. It comes from a rough time when I was growing up. Let me tell you waking up to being hit by lightning is an experience I would never wish on anyone. Now I think I shall go unpack. I know where my room is, and thank you for not being weird about this whole thing, I know it must be very strange for both of you," she said as she headed for the door with her back towards them.

Storm and Logan just sat there for a few minutes looking at where she had been standing just a few seconds earlier. "She's very different than I thought she would be," said Logan. And damn, I want to know what the hell that smell was.

"Yes, she is. I just hope no problems arise because of her."

Meanwhile, as Clarah is walking down the hallway that her childhood room is in with several students eyeing her as she walks by. She finds that her door has been bricked closed. Shit, I knew I should have called last year. With that thought she calmed herself and summoned up a power she had found with her father several years ago when she went with him to convince a Miss Kitty Pryde to come to their school. Once she summoned that power she thought, Right time to try this one out. Then she stepped into the brick wall. As she got to the other side she started shaking all over and wiggling around, That was nasty! Never again unless absolutely necessary! EEWWW!

Clarah began looking around at the room where she had thought about what she would do with her life, who she would be married to, what she would call herself.

I should have known that I would never be like all the others. What would I say if someone told me I would be an outcast, the best assassin the government has, the person they call when all else fails, essentially a fucked up knight in shining armor on a white horse coming in to save everyone.

What would I have done if someone told me I would be 30 years old, still single, the man I am engaged to doesn't even remember me and everyone I meet these days is afraid of me.

Moreover, hell would have frozen over before I chose to call myself Demon. Though now it may be accurate if you ask the people I have killed or hunted. Kind of like that song Demonheart by Luca Turilli, I am an apocalypse and filled with a demon heart or at least a demon power. At least now I know why I am almost universally hated, I have no emotions that others can see or follow…

Oh well, at least now people and see me for what I truly am without my having to show them or tell them. I think. Oh, fuck this. Cleaning first, bath next, then meeting.

She begins to look around the room; I really hate dust and dirt. She grins, and says "Clean." all of a sudden the windows fly open and the thick layer of dust from all the surfaces fly off through the window and onto the dead rose beds right below her window. She then twists and pulls the door open and stairs straight into a wall of bricks. "Well that can be taken care of. Clear." The bricks unstacked and flew through the open windows out to one of the gardening sheds nearby. She surveys the alterations and nods saying, "Lovely. Key," she says bringing a key into existence, which she then tests in the lock. Of course it works, "Fantastic! Now shower," she says as she closes the door and locks it for while she is in the shower. "Nothing like a shower to make you feel human again." She surveys the room. All the surfaces are sparkling back at her, and as she heads to her private bathroom she sees her old boom box. I wonder if I can wire my iPod to the speakers for while I'm in the shower. She summons several pertinent powers such as the ability to manipulate metal, from her Uncle Eric, and the ability to manipulate electronics from a friend in the Marines. "Sweet," she says as Blind Guardian begins to blare out of the old speakers. She walks into the bathroom and proceeds to shower and clean herself up for seeing her old mentor and now friend Hank McCoy, who she likes to think of as her Beastie.