A.N. A thank you to GaredBattlespike for pointing out that I was spelling Rogue's name wrong. I shall try and fix that later! But now, a chapter!

I wake up spluttering to find myself soaked. "-the hell?" I look around to see Kurt and Bobby trying to hold in copious amounts of laughter, looking incredibly pleased with themselves. I glare at them. No one wakes me up on a weekend but me! NO ONE! "Ha ha ha, real funny guys." I say in a sarcastic tone as I struggle out of bed.

Whilst Kurt is still gasping for breath, Bobby explains as best he can between burst of giggles "Sorry, sorry we just had to do something. Think of it as an official welcome to the school!"

I give him my best scathing look, still grumpy "Yeah, I feel real wel-" I'm immediately interrupted by another water balloon hitting my face, followed by more laughter. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose for a second as I though about the best way to deal with this situation. Violence? Sure, that'll work. I lunge at the closest of the two perpetrators, Kurt, only for my face to connect with the wall and the smell of sulfur fill my nose.

"Too slow mein friend!" He taunts reappearing just outside my room before racing off.

I growl to the by now hysterical Bobby, "Don't think I'm done with you! I'll comeback after I've dealt with the fuzzy guy!" I shout before sprinting after Kurt. That gremlin is going to get it when I catch him.

I practically dive down the stairs in pursuit and follow him into the garden, bumping into numerous students in out mad dash. Suddenly he teleports to my side, his foot out. I trip and face plant heavily into the base a sturdy oak. Ouch.

Kurt comes up behind me laughing. I give him my best attempt at a fake groan "Oww... fine, you win Kurt, you win." I say, holding my head, sitting with my back to the tree.

"Ha ha! Take zhat!" He celebrates, though after a moment he seems to notice my feigned discomfort and frowns stepping a bit closer. "Oh man, du okay Martin?"

I give him a wince before blasting him with a scathing retort. "What do you think, Kurt? I face planted into a tree!"

"Oh... I..." he blanches. Poor Kurt, he looks so guilty! I almost feel bad about tricking him. Just as he is bending to check on my 'injury' I push off of from the tree and tackle him to the ground, deeply enjoying the look of sheer surprise on his face. We wrestle for a bit, but there was no escaping my death hug of doom. It turns out that not being able to feel pain gives you a serious advantage when someone tries to put you in an arm lock. When this is over I'll throw him into the pool and have fun flicking pieces of popcorn at him and shooting him with paintballs- or, or something. I'll think of a better form of punishment when I get that far.

Just when I think I've won, he abruptly teleports into the mansion and I let go of him in shock at the sudden feeling of vertigo. As soon as he's free he teleports out, leaving me coughing in his fumes.

I push myself up and look around the bedroom I've found myself in. I notice rather suddenly that the clothing in the wardrobe looks suspiciously feminine... Crap. I'm about to run to the door when I'm slammed face first into the wall from behind, my arms being twisted behind my back, which I guess should have really hurt. Two blades are held against my neck, sprouting from someone's- hand? Okay, deep breaths Martin, deep breaths. You've seen weirder things in the past twenty four hours, it's okay, calm, calm.

"So this is all a big-..." What would have been my incredibly convincing excuse is cut short as my newfound captor slams my head into the wall, "Shut Up! What the do you want! How did you get in here?"

"I umm..." Now, not to be hypercritical, but maybe this is a little bit of an over reaction? Like, I get that having a stranger appear in your room from a cloud of hell smoke would be pretty wild, but this is the Xavier Institute, weird shit is a par for the course, right? Shouldn't people be used to this by now? Unless this is... I try to utter an excuse for what I'll admit is a bit of a rude entry, but all I end up with is a series of unintelligible muttering. Hey, I stutter when I'm nervous okay? And being held in an arm lock in an exceptionally violent girl's bedroom is a nerve racking situation!

She spins me around and presses her blades against my neck and I finally get a good look at her. Now, not to go all sappy on you guys or to be all cliche, but she was probably the cutest, most gorgeous, most terrifying person I had ever seen. Long, glossy, dark brown hair, the deepest green eyes, an adorable scowl that just screamed, yes I'm cute, but I will also stab you to death and string your entrails from the rafters, don't even try me. Which, at the risk of soundly like a weirdo, is a very attractive look in my opinion. I don't care if that scowl was aimed at me, it was goddamn perfect!

Seeing nothing but starry eyes from me, however, must have made her pretty bored, because she knees me in the groin and throws me out of the open window. My heart lurches in a instinctual flood of fear as I plummet back down to the garden, landing in an undignified heap. As if that that wasn't enough, the crazy girl then goes on to leap down and stab me repeatedly in the face. It doesn't hurt per say, but I have to to say the the feeling of a six inch spike compressing my eyeball back into my skull, or pushing it to the side as it scrapes again the socket is the most comfortable to feeling.

Finally she stops, looking vaguely confused and I manage to scramble a few feet back in panic.

She glowers, looking like she's seriously considering going in for some more damage but then it's as if her eyes focus on me for the first time. She blinks a couple of times staring at my face and mussed up hair for a good few seconds instead of darting between my vital organs, before shaking her head and looking around.

She takes a step back looking for all the world like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi truck as her face slowly shifts from one of angered bloodlust to horrified confusion "Oh my god, I- I didn't mean-!" She starts before dashing off, sprinting around the corner like she was running for her life.

I blink, a little stunned. Was it something I said?