I haven't died.
all Marvel characters belong to Marvel. all of my characters belong to me.
Storm couldn't help herself. She found Nevi a refreshing change from the usual cry-babies the school seemed to attract. Nevi sat on the floor leaning her back up against one of the passenger seats with one knee up and her arm draped lazily over it. Her other hand had found a butterfly knife which she was absent-mindedly opening and closing, her head against the seat and her eyes closed.
"So," Storm started, leaning in slightly. "What's your mutation?"
Nevi's eyes snapped open, the green one nearest Storm fixed on her. "I'm a dragon." She said.
"Really." Storm wasn't fooled by the girl's trickery.
Nevi smiled. "Yesss," Her tongue was suddenly forked. "Really."
Put in her place, Storm changed the subject slightly. "And your brother? What about him?" Ben was in the cockpit with Jean asking all kinds of questions.
Nevi looked toward the front of the jet. "My brother is a god," she said, then looked back at Storm. "Like you."
"You mean he can control the weather?"
"He will one day master all six elements."
"Six?"
"Earth, wind, water, fire, time, and thought."
"Time?"
"That's how we got to know Dana."
"And thought is considered an element?"
"If you know how to use it."
After a long silence, Storm commented, "so you have claws," nodding at the girl's hands.
Nevi extended them absently, almost as though stretching. "Yep."
"So what's with the knife?"
Nevi shrugged, opening and closing it again. "It's fun."
Dana was in the back of the plane being examined by Xavier. Storm watched them for a moment, then turned back to Nevi and asked, "What do you know about her?"
"Dana?" Nevi said and closed her butterfly knife and put it away. "Pretty much everything. The girl's too trusting. She was lucky it was me and brother who found her and not Jasmine or - heaven forbid - Gordon."
"Who are they?"
"Jasmine is a hooker who can't hold her coke. She's a sociopath and I'm pretty sure she's killed a few of her clients. Gordon is a sadistic ass hole who gets off by manipulating young girls into bed. It's not really rape if the chick thinks she loves the creep."
"So what do you know about Dana?" Storm wasn't one to let herself be led off the subject.
"Ask her yourself, old woman. I didn't come with her to follow orders like some star-struck child doing a favor for Santa Claus."
"You sure seemed star-struck when you found out who we were."
Nevi gave Storm a look that let her know she didn't give a shit who anybody was.
"You just wanted to get off the street." Storm said.
"Bingo." Nevi retrieved her knife. "And I had to keep you creeps from getting in my sister's head."
"No one here is going to hurt her."
Nevi shot Storm a look. "Not knowingly, anyway."