Hullo, luvies! It's me. (Obviously) I just want to say...
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT MY OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND MY PLOT LINE FOR THIS STORY. I, unfortunately, do not owmn the X-Men or their affiliates.
Mmmm.
That'd be fun.
My Polyvore (If you want to see what the girls are wearing) is pr1smatic with the one and everything, no caps.
"Oh shit. I fucked up big time."
I whipped my head around to look at Hannah. What was she talking about? "Sorry, okay, continue. I just had to put that out there." Cyclops looked utterly confused. But I couldn't see his eyes, so I wasn't sure if he was confused or constipated.
"We want you to come back to the mansion with us. The Professor said you'd know where it is, Miss Willow?" Storm finished. I was seriously astounded. Once again, the elemental wasn't lying. Either I knew next-to-nothing about my best friend or this professor guy needed to get his shit straight.
"Um, yeah . . . Alice, let's go with the nice people, eh?" I watched her, astounded, walk over to me and gently squeeze my upper arm. "Come on. Storm wasn't lying. Charles wouldn't hurt a fly." I jerked away from her hand. "Okay, we can either stand here and get killed by Stryker's guys or we can go with them. Your choice." I hated when she was right.
"I'm Hannah, and this is Alice. She doesn't really talk a lot. But I make up for it." Hannah grinned. I kept my eyes on the feral guy. He was eyeing me, too. I didn't relish the idea of sitting in a small space with him all the way to wherever the hell this mansion was.
I was led around to the side of the Tahoe, where Hannah slid in. I followed, already sleepy. Car rides always did this to me. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to being out of the sun, and slightly overwhelmed by all the scents. It smelled like hot water and wet dog.
"You smell like a dog," I whined, glancing over my shoulder at the feral. He grunted.
"Says the girl who smells like a fuckin' cat." I rolled my eyes.
"At least cats are clean. Dogs eat their own shit, for god's sake. That proves cats are both smarter and cleaner."
"We aren't driving all the way to New York, are we?" Hannah asked, elbowing me. I huffed indignantly. Whatever.
Storm shook her head. "No, we're driving to the jet, and we'll fly back to New York." Great. At least cats always landed on their feet. I sat in silence for the rest of the ride, resting my forehead against the glass of the window. Storm and Cyclops had a whispering contest in the front, while I dozed on and off and Hannah watched the scenery. Occasionally, I would see a tree grow a random flower that was out of season, and I knew she was blowing off some steam.
Hell if I know what Wolverine did. What do dogs do in their spare time, sniff their own ass?
The mental image made me chuckle.
When we arrived at the jet, I leapt out of my seat and out of the vehicle. I was desperate for fresh air. It was dark, but I didn't care. I could see, thanks to having feline eyesight. Storm led us inside, and I was surprised to find how well-furnished the place was. And bright. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the sudden light.
I took a seat and made myself comfortable. I sighed, finally satisfied with my position, and dug my nails into the armrest. It was gonna be a long flight. "You going to be okay?" Hannah asked, and I nodded. I didn't want to speak out of fear of puking everywhere. Planes. Flying tin can. Bad.
"Alright, once we take off, Hank's going to check you over, to make sure your mutations are stable." I blinked. I'd have to get up, even though I JUST fucking got comfortable. UGGHHHHH.
I fumbled with my seat belt, hearing the plane rumble to life. It slowly got louder and louder, rattling my brain. Eventually my eardrums just busted. It was worth the silence. Blood ran down my neck, then my healing kicked in and my ears popped, and I could hear again. It wasn't as loud now. But the plane was rocking back and forth, jostling my stomach further. I grabbed the armrests with a renewed death-grip.
Finally the plane got in the air, and I ripped the seat belt off. I glanced across the aisle. Wolverine was almost an exact mirror of me; gripping the armrests, blood running from his ears. I blinked.
He looked over at me, and I saw him visibly mimic my face of curiosity. "What kind of a name is Wolverine?" I murmured, low enough only he and his advanced hearing could hear.
"Not any worse than Wildcat." I considered that. "Logan."
"Alice." Then I realized Hannah was waving at me. "What?"
"C'mon, time for your checkup." I felt my stomach do a flip. Ew. But I did get up and follow her into what I assumed was Med Bay. There was a table like the ones in the horror movies, where the mad scientist would operate on an unlucky patient. And there was a blue, hairy guy. I blinked, then inhaled.
He smelled like a feral, too, but not a dog. More like human than that. He had on a lab coat, so I assumed he was "Hank". I didn't think he was a threat, but still. He was a feral. A male feral.
Bad.
"Hello Hannah, nice to see you again." Hannah let out a squeal of surprise and hugged him.
"Hank! Good to see you again."
"Miss Felix. I'm Dr. Henry McCoy, but just call me Hank." He smiled, and I blinked. He was too polite to be a feral. "Hannah, if you don't mind." He motioned toward the table. She perched on it comfortably.
I watched him go through the motions; weight, height, blood pressure, heart rate and a blood sample. "Are you currently on any medications . . . ?"
"Nope."
"Are there any problems with your powers, any sudden loss of control or physical pain while using them?" She shook her head.
"No, not unless Alice screaming in my ear to cover her ass counts." I rolled my eyes. Bitch. That was once.
Okay, twice.
Shut up.
"Alright. Miss Felix, you're up." I traded places with Hannah, with me sitting on the table and her leaning on the far wall. He checked my weight and height first. I was still short as hell (5'2") and weighed 94 pounds.
"Oh, by the way, my heart rate is higher than the average. Feline stuff."
"Right." He pulled out his stethoscope. I bit the inside of my jaw, then pulled my shirt's neckline down a little. The metal piece was really cold. I held still and breathed normally while he moved the thing around and asked me to cough and such. "Your heart rate is 134 BPM. Right where you want to be." I nodded. I remembered reading somewhere cats could have a heart rate of 140 BPM and be normal.
My blood pressure was average, and all that. Then I had to fill out a boatload of paperwork. It was the basic stuff, like full name, date of birth, blah blah blah. It took me most of the flight to complete it. At least it kept my mind (mostly) off of the fact that we could fall out of the air at any given moment.
The landing was awful. I stumbled out onto the runway as soon as we were still and, well, let's just say the muffin tasted better the first time.
Logan muttered something about cats, but he didn't look far away from joining me in re-painting the concrete.
"Jeez, when you told me you got motion sickness, I thought it was just some anxiety or something . . . " Hannah said, holding my hair away from my face. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand.
"Sorry, I just . . . planes." I explained. My voice felt gravelly.
I then took in my atmosphere. "Whoa." Hannah glanced around the hangar. It was huge, and I saw no windows. The only escape route was behind Visor Man.
"Hello," called a red - haired woman, walking from the very exit I was thinking about running for. "I'm Dr. Jean Grey, I work here at the school." I blinked, still considering running for the exit.
"I'm Hannah, and this is Alice." I nodded stiffly. She smiled. I didn't really like her. She seemed sorta bitchy. And smelled like a psychic. Only . . . not. I breathed in once more, taking my time sorting out the scents. Psychic, weak. But . . . Telekinesis? I remembered encountering a telekinetic mutant only once before. It smelled almost salty, but with more of an acidic tinge.
"The professor is waiting for you upstairs. He'll explain your . . . situation." I could explain my situation. I'm with a group of random mutants and I haven't decided if they're good or bad. My best friend had lied to me about her past, and I've met two male ferals within two hours of each other, and weirder yet, they weren't trying to kill each other.
What. The. Fuck.
Ta-Da! Chapter two officially complete! You like it? You think you know who ends up with who? WRONG.
Haha, I'm just kidding.
OR AM I?
And what does the Professor have to say, and why is Stryker after the girls? All these questions will be answered next time in . . . .
~ WILDCAT, CHAPTER 3! ~
*Coming soon to a computer near you*