I didn't get one review for my last chapter… it's annoying. Onto other news, I have recently started taking abilify along with anti-depressants', and I must say that it works wonders…

I am pleading with you, my readers, to please review my story. No matter the favorites or story alerts, reviews are what motivate me the most.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-men, or any of the characters except for Tziporah Setz.

Without further ado….

The Starting Point

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The building was annoyingly large. That was the fact that stuck out the most to Tziporah. As soon as she'd entered, she had been cataloging all possible escape routes.

Just in case.

She knew that Erik was doing it to, but it had become such an ingrained action that she thought nothing of it. Along with being annoyingly large, the building was also devoid of most organic matter. It made Zippy feel as though she was walking through a void, cut off from reality.

She didn't like it here. She didn't trust these men in black, who spoke with a condescending air barely paying attention to the words Moira spouted. They were derisive to the mere suggestion that there were other, more evolved people in the world; because in their minds, they were the crème of the crop, and none could be better than them.

It was amusing, really, when Charles and Raven showed them that they were wrong. For some added fun, Tziporah decided to fill the void. As plants and trees sprouted from cement walls, the air was filled with girlish shrieks.

The only man who did not seem terrified, in fact looked extremely happy. What was wrong with him, thought Zippy, eyeing the man who was smiling impossibly wide, did he have some sort of mental defect that made it so he did not feel terror? All humans feared what they did not understand, and what they did not understand was often eradicated; so why did this insignificant man not tremble at something so different from himself?

Her musings were interrupted when the man began to talk, unwittingly answering her questions. He was feeling justified… because he was right? When he revealed to Charles and Erik of a secret base he had created that they could use, Tziporah felt disbelief coursing through her. Did he not understand? Anyone of the mutants at this table could kill him at any time! Raven could change herself into some one so innocent and pure, and assassinate him without him knowing any better; Charles could turn his brain to mush, killing him in the process; Erik could command any metal around them to kill him, and she herself could turn him into fertilizer.

It was infuriating, his disregard for the danger that mutants could produce. It was infuriating that he accepted the fact that there were some people on this earth who were better than him, so calmly and excitedly. Did he not understand the prejudice that being different produced? He was so excited about being right, of being able to rub it in his co-workers faces, that he did not understand the risk that the four mutants in the room were taking, just by admitting that they were in fact, different.

Erik, sensing her anger squeezed her hand as if to placate her.

Stupid, mundane man…

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Not only was the man stupid and infuriating, he was chatty and annoying as well! As he introduced them to his scientist, a genius named Hank McCoy; Tziporah couldn't help but roll her eyes at the exuberant man. And when Charles ousted the poor boy-doctor as a mutant, the look on the man's face was wonderful; shocked indignation was an amusing thing to see on the flabby man's face.

As Raven and Hank wandered off together, Tziporah was shown her new room. Deciding that the white walls, white carpet, and white furniture was to boring, she made her room into a veritable garden. The walls were covered in vines, trees and foliage, while the ground was covered in grass, moss and flowers. Where once stood sturdy furnishings, now stood their wooden equivalents; for the final touch, her bed was a cocoon of moss and other soft plants.

With a soft smile, she left the room to find Erik. Upon finding him, she signed (1) to him that she was going to sleep for a few days. Her power could be very draining, so every few months she would go into a vegetative state encased in plants, at which time, she would replenish her energy from the plants. Because of her alternate means of respite, she was unable to sleep normally.

He gave her a somewhat strained smile, and quickly signed to her that he did not mean for them to stay any longer in this facility.

Tziporah frowned slightly, but nodded in acquiescence. She was exhausted, and she really, really didn't want to have to find a new place where she could recharge, but she could never say no to her brother.

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Later that night when they were leaving, Charles came out from the shadows. Tziporah tried to focus on what they were saying, but her vision and hearing was fading in and out. She tried gripping on to Erik's arm, but she lost her grip and fell, her last conscious moment was of Erik's terrified visage.

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Erik and Zippy learned sign language so they could communicate with each other.

So, kinda a cliff hanger, but what evs. I'm not really satisfied with this chapter, but I felt that no matter how many times I tried to write it, this was the best version. I'm also feeling kinda light headed as I'm writing this.

Please review.

Flamers can go fuck themselves.

Peace

Jude