black angel's wing - all right. I had no intention of copying the name of episode 50 of X-Men : Evolution, it just sounded like a good title. And furthermore, I did a bit more research and found out that the code name that I originally picked for my character was actually a superhero, and get this. Has almost the same powers as Calypso. Like what the heck? I thought I was being really original over here and then bam! Nice try hannah, come again later. Thank you DC comics for making me feel great. But I'm not planning on changing the name I have picked nor her powers. Tee hee! And here is a small recap for those who have forgotten what happened in the last chapter.
Recap
Her eyelids remained closed for a few moments more before they snapped open to reveal ice blue eyes. They narrowed as her mind made sense of what was happening, and an insane grin spread across her lips as Calypso sat up slowly. Making eye contact with the retreating forms of Jean and the professor, her grin widened. With what time this personality had, she was going to make someone, anyone, know how it felt to be helpless. Even if it meant that she had to draw blood.
Chapter 4. Rough Start
The lights in the infirmary were dim, and that bode well for Calypso as she continued to rise from her resting place. A tugging in her left arm changed her twisted smile to a grimace as she tried to move. Glaring down, she caught sight of the needle that had been injected into the crook of her elbow. Baring her teeth, she ripped it from her skin dropped it to the floor.
Her eyes rose once more to meet those of Professor Xavier's and the smirk worked its way back into her features. Climbing out of the bed with ease, she began to walk slowly toward the pair.
Dispite his warnings, Jean stepped in front of her professor, both arms raised in a brave act of protection. The girl came to a stop, and cocked her head to the side.
"Look, Calypso," the woman began slowly. "We're just here to help you. We don't want any trouble."
The girl moved not an inch, but rather her eyes roamed over her opponent, sizing her up.
"So let's just play nice and we can be friends, alright?" she pleaded.
Her eyes narrowed into slits, and Calypso attacked. Launching herself forward, she met Jean with her arms outstretched. Both girls tumbled to the ground, and the shorter of the two ended up with her hands locked around the other girl's throat. With an amazing show of strength, she rose to her feet and threw the redhead into a nearby glass wall. The material shattered as Jean flew through, and she lay there, unmoving, in a pile of shards. With one taken care of, her icy eyes locked once more with the Professor's as he placed his hands aside his head.
'Calypso, stop this at once!'
The man's voice came through her head, not causing the girl to stop advancing, but rather to slow. Continuing at a walk, she grabbed a pair of scissors from the counter that she stood by.
"Please," he begged aloud. "We mean you no harm. We would just like to talk with you."
Her grip on the scissors tightened, and her arms began to shake. Her eyes clenched tightly together, and her other hand curled into a fist and relaxed, again and again. As soon as her eyes shot open, she bounded forward. She grabbed the collar of his shirt tightly in both fists, lifting him from his chair, and the point of the scissors barely touched the soft flesh of his neck. She then tossed the professor away from said chair and he landed roughly on the ground.
Her bare foot found his chest, and she leaned down to face him so that her hair tickled at his nose. Her eyes searched his surprisingly calm face, and the sadistic smile returned. Brandishing the scissors high above her head, Professor Xavier closed his eyes tightly and waited for the sharp blow to come.
It never did.
Instead, Charles felt a weight being lifted from his chest and heard the staggering steps as Calypso left his side. Eyes wide with surprise, he rolled over and propped himself up on his arms to see what was happening to the young girl.
She had long since dropped the scissors, and they lay how they had fallen; partially open on the cold floor. She was down upon her knees, her head in her hands and her mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slowly made its way down her pale face, making her look vulnerable and much less intimidating. She shook her head violently back and forth, all the while breathing hard and screaming in her mind.
The professor looked on in shock as this transpired. He began to crawl in the direction of the troubled girl, weighing his options carefully in his head, thinking of the positives and negatives for each action as he went.
His first option was to call upon the other X-Men to tend to Jean and have the girl restrained. As tempting as it sounded, he didn't think that it would improve the neither the child's current state of mind, nor her obvious trust issues.
Another option was to leave her be and see how things played out. Immediately he discarded the thought. The idea of letting a girl as fragile as Calypso go through something like this was unfathomable.
The third option was to enter her mind once more. He hesitated in his movements, thinking harder about this option. He could go in and risk setting the girl off again. He could also try and be of assistance for whatever was going on in her head. Bowing his own head, he dismissed that notion as he thought of his son, David, and how badly he had failed trying to help him as well.
As he was deep in thought, he failed to realize that she was no longer having a mental fit, but leaned up against the wall, eerily still. When he finally did notice, her eyes held his gaze, a different glint on them than what he had seen in he past few minutes. They remained this way for some time, until Professor Xavier heard her small voice echo through his head.
'I am sorry.'
He smiled softly in return, and replied quietly. "You are forgiven. Are you alright?"
She closed her eyes for a brief moment before nodding and standing, using the wall as support. Once she was stable, she took the few steps over to the man and carefully helped him back into his wheelchair. He smiled his thanks at her, but if she saw, she failed to return the gesture.
"Calypso, if you would like, there are some people that I would like for you to meet," he said suddenly, intent on making her presence known as soon as possible.
She nodded assent once more, and then watched from a distance as he moved his index and middle finger of each hand to his temples. From the forgotten mess of glass rose Jean, and she floated silently through the air, her body landing softly on the bed that had previously held Calypso as she slept.
"She will be fine," said the professor, though he was slightly unsure of whether he was reassuring her or himself. Regardless, he began to wheel himself out of the infirmary doors, calling out to the girl as he went. "If you will come with me, I can introduce you to the rest of my students."
"I'm sure that you've all heard of the rescue mission that took place last night," began the professor. Behind him stood the small, pale girl, while in front of him stood a small group of people, all of whom Calypso guessed were his students. "For those who don't know, it was a success. I would now like to introduce to you Miss Calypso Tenny."
The large room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Calypso stared at all of the students and them at her. They shifted around awkwardly, expecting the new girl to do or say something, but all they got was a cold glare and crossed arms.
The professor sighed audibly and started his explanation. "Calypso has a disability and cannot speak because of it. I expect you all to get aquatinted with her as best you can, as she will be joining the majority of you at school tomorrow. I will be in the infirmary should you need me." With that, he left his students with the strange new girl.
The silence between the group and Calypso stretched for a few minutes until someone stepped forward and broke the ice.
"Well my name's Kitty, and it's totally great to meet you!" The preppy brunette had succeeded in lightening the atmosphere, and the rest of the surrounding teenagers were quick to follow suit.
"Guten tag, fräulein. I'm Kurt! Welcome to our home!" came a boy's voice with a noticeable German accent. Her cold look melted none as she arched an eyebrow at the boy. His bluish hair reached the nape of his neck, and his eyes twinkled with mischief.
"Scott," said a taller man from behind him. This one she placed at around eighteen or nineteen, probably the same age as the girl who she had attacked during we loss of control in the infirmary. He had messy brown hair and strange red glasses on, even though they were inside. He tapped the glasses knowingly, and smirked. "Eye problem," he stated simply. "They shoot lasers, so don't expect to ever see my eyes."
"I'm Rogue." This came from a girl with a strong southern accent. Calypso's eyes narrowed a fraction at her appearance. The only skin that showed was her neck and face; the rest being completely covered by clothing. Even her hands has gloves in them. The majority of her hair was a dark brown, save the small section that surrounded her face. That was as white as snow.
"I'm Bobby, but you knew that already. I'm the one that carried you out of that place, remember?" The familiar voice from her left interrupted her thoughts on the strange girl. It was in fact the same boy as before, but this time without the ice surrounding his body. He strode over and slung his arm around her shoulder, completely oblivious to her tensing muscles and the harsh look that was directed at him.
"That's right you guys," he continued, bragging to his friends. "It was I who saved this lovely maiden from a certain death." He then moved his eyebrows up and down suggestively. "I think that deserves a kiss, don't you Calypso?"
The only thing that Bobby got from her was a black eye and a broken nose. Kitty and Rogue led him to the infirmary, and Kurt suddenly vanished in a puff of smoke, all the whole laughing at Bobby's expense. Scott sighed and shook his head slowly.
"I'm really sorry about that," he said sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head. "We're not all like that, I promise. You'll meet the rest of them some other time. They're doing a danger room session with Storm and Wolverine right now, but they should be out by dinner. I'm not sure where Jean is, but she's tall, has red hair, and has green eyes. I'm sure you'll run into her eventually."
A ghost of a grin passed over her features as he said that. Of course he didn't know, but she had already met the girl. Then again, she threw her through a glass wall, but he didn't need to know that just yet. She went back to listening to what Scott was saying.
"Beast is one of the teachers, along with Porfessor X, Storm, Wolverine, Jean, and I, but he's making some modifications to Cerebro right now and won't be done for some time yet."
Giving a small wave, he started up the large staircase that led to the upstairs portion of the mansion. He was halfway up when he suddenly turned around and leaned over the banister and called out her.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," he said, smiling widely. "Welcome to Bayville."
black angel's wing - alrighty, time to clarify some things.
1. This story takes place after the end of the whole Apocalypse fiasco.
2. Jean and Scott are out of high school, but both have decided to wait a year before going to college.
3. Yes, Jean will be fine. Geez, she was thrown through a glass wall, she didn't get her head cut off.
4. Yes, Calypso is mean for punching Bobby. But hey. He was totally asking for it.
5. Calypso is not a telepath! He can protect her mind from Jean and Professor X and can project her thoughts to either of them, but her mutation is not telepathy.
And that's all for now folks! And seriously, you've gotta tell me if you get confused or if anything makes no sense. I know exactly what's happening, but sometimes what I'm thinking comes out differently in writing. So please, just speak up! And big thanks to my reviewers, you're wonderful people! As for the rest of y'all... I'm sure you're all fantastic as well, you just don't get mentioned, so ha! ^.^ Au revoir!