I opened my eyes. I realized that I was in a hospital, strapped to a beeping machine. The professor was next to me. Logan was in a chair in the corner, his head tipped back, resting on the wall. His arms were folded, and his legs were stretched in front of him. He was asleep. I smiled, he looked so peaceful, and then I looked back to the professor and whisper. "What happened?" I sounded different.
The professor looked up, startled, and then relaxed when he realized that it was only me. He explained, "You copied Logan's powers. You now have his claws, his healing powers, and his age resistance. However, you also copied the age that he is, because that is when he stopped ageing. You are now about twenty eight years old physically. Since your body was already changing, your hair turned white, much like Storms. We are not sure why." I tried to grasp all he said, and come up with an intelligent response, but what I said was "Whoa. Is there a mirror I can look in?"
Nice, huh? Ah well. The professor smiled softly and said "Over there."
I stood up and looked in the mirror. Looking back at me was a woman, about twenty five, with short, thick white hair, large brown eyes, perfect teeth, and a trim, athletic looking body. She was also wearing a hospital gown. It took me a second to realize that the woman was me. Huh. I felt oddly heavy, but I realized it was the adamantium weighing me down. I had to ask, "Do I have claws, too?"
"Yes." He said with a laugh "Just think about them, and they will come out of your hands."
I thought about having claws, and they emerged, in triplicate, from the back of each hand. That was an odd feeling. I found out later that I had developed different muscles during the transformation. I gasped in shock, and at the sound Logan twisted in his chair, falling to the floor. I giggled. Odd, I thought, I never giggle. Logan's head snapped up, and he jumped to his feet, exclaiming "Maia! You're alright!"
"I am now. Look! I have claws! This is so cool." I felt like such an idiot, but I didn't care. I was wearing a hospital gown, for God's sake, so give me a break; I already must have looked stupid.
Logan laughed. Somewhere, deep in the school, a bell rang. Talk about saved by the bell.
"Logan, you have class." The professor pointed out "I can take care of her."
Logan looked at the professor, then back at me. He looked indecisive. I kind of liked the way he wanted to stay here with me. I had to get him to leave, though. You know, so I could put on pants. "Go. I will see you after class."
Logan seemed relieved. He smiled. "Ok. I am glad you are feeling better."
He walked over to the chair in the corner, scooping up his books. Another bell rang. He waved to me, and then ran out of the room. I was confused as to why he was there, so I asked the professor. He smiled just a little, and said "He was worried about you. He hardly left your side since the accident." He picked up a bag from the floor and handed it to me "Here, Rogue picked out an outfit for you. You can change in the room over there."
I looked inside, and couldn't suppress a grin. "Good choice."
I had the best moment ever, after I got out. Have you ever seen Grease, when at the end Sandy walks over to Danny, and the boys all stare at her? It was like that.
A group of boys walked out of the classroom, laughing. Logan was walking backwards, talking to them. Suddenly one of them stopped, staring at something behind Logan. The other boys followed his gaze, and froze. Logan turned, and his eyes widened. I am standing in the hall, talking to the Professor. I had on riding boots covered in chains and buckles, like the ones Michael Jackson wears in the video Bad, over black jeans being held up by a metal studded leather belt. My white tank top came down to just above my jeans, showing a strip of skin at the waist, and I had on black leather riding gloves. A black leather jacket was thrown over one shoulder, and my spiky white hair was being held back by a pair of black sunglasses. A chain connected my front pocket to a wallet in my back pocket. I pretended not to notice them, but 5 people thinking who is that? at the same time tends to get your attention. Logan turned to look at his friends, and whacked one to get his attention. They all looked at him. He smirked, raised his hand, and called down the hall to me.
"Maia!" I turned. I couldn't help but smile as I saw him, and with his friends standing stupidly behind him, I had to try hard not to laugh. I waved back. The professor said softly that I could go, and then turned away. I thanked him, then turned and strutted over to the boys. I decided to mess with them, so I completely ignored all of them, keeping my eyes locked on Logan. "Hey." Nice opening, Logan.
"Hey." Well, it's not like I could do better. Logan smiled, and said "I have lunch now. Are you hungry?"
"Famished!" well, I hadn't eaten in a week.
Logan shifted his books to his right arm, and held out his left to out to me. I took it, and we walked off to lunch.
"So, who are your friends?" I ask. They were all staring at me.
Logan shrugged "Just some guys in my class."
Even though we were sitting at a two person table in the corner, Logan and I were attracting a bit of attention. The boys Logan was with were all sitting at a table nearby, openly staring at us. Some people who walked in did a double take, not grasping what they saw. I let my mind wander over theirs, and heard many people asking who I was, why I was dining with Logan, and whether or not we were going out. I giggled as I bit into my apple. "What are you laughing about?"Logan asked.
"Just your friends' thoughts." I winked at the table of boys. Most of them blushed and looked away, but some looked around, wondering who I was winking at. Logan and I laughed. Then he asked me "So, what classes do you have this afternoon?"
I pulled my schedule out of my back pocket and glanced at it. "I have Advanced Chemistry, Geometry, PE, and Claw & Tooth Defense and Attack." That last one was odd. Why did they even have that class?
I was distracted from my thoughts when Logan said "No way! We have all of the same classes!"
"Fun!" at least I would know someone in my classes. I wondered if my ... ah... 'entrance' had been found out by the student body. Then that guy, Scott, came on over the loudspeaker.
"All afternoon classes have been canceled due to power failure."
A cheer went up in the cafeteria. I looked around and, noticing that the lights were still on, turned to Logan for an explanation. "Power failure?"
Logan explained that they had separate generators, so the power can't go out. However, the people in the town don't know that, so they have to act like the power is out here. We had 15 minutes, and then they would shut down the power.
"I get it. So now what do we do?"
Logan seemed to think for a moment. "Well, we can go into town."
That sounded like a good idea to me. I could ride. I wondered if he had a motorcycle, or if we would drive. He probably didn't. Ah well. I decided that I should ask. "Cool. Can I take my bike?"
Logan seemed surprised. He probably thought I meant bike, not you know, bike. "What?"
"My motorcycle. I haven't ridden it in a while." That seemed to make more sense to him.
"Of course! I will take mine to." Sweet. He had a bike too. Maybe we could...
"HEADS UP!" Suddenly, a blob of mashed potatoes splattered across my lap. I jumped up. "HEY!"
Some boy, John, ran up. He paled when he saw who I was, and from his thoughts I gathered that the story of my arrival had, indeed, gone around. "Sorry!"
I decided not to kill him. I turned to Logan, grabbing my bag."I have to go change. How about I meet you in the garage in half an hour?"
Logan was still glaring daggers at the boy. "Sure. I'll see you then."
As I left, I heard something splatter and someone yelled 'Food fight.' I was glad I had gotten out of there.