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Chapter 6

"Professor, why did I have to knock her out?"

"Logan, do you know what her power is?"

"A vamped up version of Rogue's, isn't it?"

"Yes, and do you remember me telling you a while ago that Rogue's power is to absorb the lifeforce of other beings?"

"Umm…yeah I think so."

"Alright, well. Rose absorbs power so quickly that within ten seconds she can kill someone and has once in the past. I have taught her enough mental blocks that she can touch other people and live a relatively normal life should she choose to do so. But when she tried to help Rogue, she had to put them aside in order to show that they are alike. Now do you understand?"

"That part, I do. But why do you call her Rose? It only seems to annoy her. And anyway, I thought her name was Clarah."

"It is. But have you ever seen it written down?"

"Now that you mention it no, I haven't."

"Well, it is spelled C-l-a-r-a-h. As such, if you look into an elven dictionary, you would see that her name according to the laws of their language is made of two parts Cla and rah. Cla means rose literally and rah means beast. So essentially you are calling her 'Rose Beast" every time you say her name."

"But that doesn't seem to make her angry."

"Correct, and that is because you don't pronounce it properly. Secondly, her middle name, Baelythque. It also has a meaning in Elven, Guardian of the Forgotten People."

"Did you give her that name?" enquired Logan.

"No, I did not. If you want to know why she chose that name I think you should go ask her."

Meanwhile, in the Infirmary, Clarah was beginning to come back to the conscious world. Groaning she opened one eyelid, and began looking around. Once her exhausted brain registered where she was she sat bolt upright, and immediately regretted it.

"They said that you shouldn't try sitting up for a while yet," came Rogue's familiar voice.

"Grrr," was all Clarah responded with.

"No need to get grumbly. I'm just telling you what the Professor said."

"Listen, girlie. I hate my father, so you quoting him to me is just pissing me off. Oh forget all this," she said as she began removing the IV and the probes connected to her body. "I have a class to get to." With that she walked out of the infirmary rubbing her aching back through the gap left by the hospital gown.

As she exited the elevator from the lower levels she was surrounded by students walking in between classes. She collected the edges of her gown and gathered them together before she made a mad dash through the crowd for the stairwell leading to her room. When she got there she manually yanked the door open with sheer brute strength, breaking through the lock. Then she spun around and slamming the door leaned back and began rubbing her now intensely itching back across the cross-beams of the door. When she seemed to get it to calm down some she went and threw on a t-shirt and jeans along with a pair of black heeled boots. 'No point in looking like a frump, even when I feel like one. And why the hell is my back itching?'

In a funk she began walking to her Choral class. "Right in your places," she shouted as she walked into the Choir room. "Let's try the aria, everyone ready, good." As class proceeded in the authoritarian method she had adopted, Logan walked past with the Professor. He paused as he saw that Clarah was up and about.

"Give her some time before you try talking with her," cautioned the Professor.

"Perhaps you are right, she seems a bit pissy today."

"Hmph. Come along, Logan."

Eventually the class bell rang, to the relief of all of her Choral students. There was a massive release of breath from all of them as Clarah walked out of the room.

"Geez, what's gotten into her pants?" asked Colossus as he began walking out the door to head towards his next class.

"I don't know, but whatever it is I hope is gets back out soon. There's a reason I'm here, its cause I didn't want to go to military school," said Kitty as she followed him out the door.

As Clarah arrived in the garage next to the manor her back started giving her sharp pains. However, when she stretched and twisted they went away, so she thought nothing of it as her back had been giving her problems ever since she had woken up. She went into the office in the back corner to review what she had on the lesson plan for that day.

'I don't even know what day it is yet,' she thought with a sigh. 'Might as well just ask them,' she supposed as they began to trickle in.

"Welcome back, professor!" said Bobby from the back of the room.

"Thank you, Robert."

"Could you please start calling me Bobby?"

"Not until you change your name to such. It's a rule of principle I try to follow, because I don't like my nicknames. If you wish I can call you according to your power."

"I'd rather that, if you won't call me Bobby."

"Very well, Iceman. Now," she said as she turned to the remainder of the class who had now filed in and was seated on the stools next to certain cars. "What were you doing in the lessons that I missed? Yes, Jimmy?"

"We were talking about the safety requirements before we started working on the cars, trying to figure out how they run and such."

"Ah yes, then they did follow my lesson plan, and today would be the …?"

"10th, professor" said a voice from the back..

"Thank you, that means that today we begin a visual analysis of the inter engine. If you will all come over here, I took one of the engines out for cleaning a while back. And thought that it would help you all visualize what exactly under the hood is the actual engine and what is the 'other stuff'. Now please take your time looking at it and if you have any questions, come and ask me, I will be preparing the cars for you to work with."

With that the students gathered around the engine sitting on the blocks, gradually a few came and asked her questions but for the most part they seemed content to just examine the engine and try to identify the different parts that they could see. Finally Clarah called them back to the cars they were to be working with that day.

"Now, I am going to assign you in groups to each car you can see here. First and foremost I want you all to remember that I own these cars so don't try to take anything out or change anything. If you do I will have to fix it again, and I will be most displeased. And once I find out who committed this act, they will aid me personally. Now, I want you all to put on your coveralls and goggles." She then split them all into groups and set them the task of identifying on the charts at their car, what parts were visible. She walked around in between the cars answering questions.

As she was getting ready to answer another question, she suddenly grabbed her back and fell to the floor screaming and crying. She managed to flip over onto her hands and knees as two lumps began protruding from her shoulder blades. In the blink of an eye, she had a pair of wings covered in white, brown, red and a couple of black feathers. As she stood up she lifted her arms and wings wings extended, ripping through her t-shirt and bra. All of the students stood back just staring at their teacher who suddenly had acquired an eight foot wing span, and was trying to hold her clothes to her front.

"I think we are done for today, class dismissed," she said just before she ran out of the garage screaming, "FATHER!"

Meanwhile, Charles Xavier was wheeling himself out to the front entrance to greet Warren Worthington III, who was arriving back from attending his father while he was ill. Just after they had exchanged hellos, Clarah exploded out the doors behind him, her eyes glowing a bright red.

"What is the meaning of these, Father?" she growled from between clenched teeth.

"How…" interrupted Warren.

"Stay out of this, kid. You have no fucking idea who I am and I don't really care who you are. I just want my father to explain why I suddenly have a wingspan greater than my height."

"Maybe you should listen to him, Clarah."

"I think I may be the reason for your new additions though I have no idea as to why," he said as he began to remove his continual companion, his trench coat, along with the restraints he had on his wings. Stretching them out to their full span, Clarah just gaped.

When she could form words again she said, "Shit. Those are permanent aren't they."

"Yes."

"Fan-fucking-tastic, I need to go to Columbus. I'll be leaving in the morning, Father," she said before she turned towards the manor again and headed towards her

room.