Hey, everyone who is reading this! Thank you to La Licorne, for reviewing again! You should have seen me-the grin that spread across my face was so goofy that people kept asking me why I was smiling... (of course I said why not). OK, I'm gonna try my best here, Rahne's POV. But if I do a terrible job (& please tell me if I do!) then I'll just rewrite the chapter like I did with another chapter.

Disclaimer: I only own the idea & Emmaline Carlson (AKA Emma)

Chapter 5

Rahne's POV

I walked home. It was one of THOSE days, where the teachers decide they hate you and give you loads of homework, get you in trouble for stuff you didn't do, and then the kids hate you every day anyway. But, like I've always said, why bother complaining? If Jubilee or Jamie had been walking home with me, then I would have been having a cheerful conversation. However, Jubilee was in detention for losing her temper in gym and slugging a boy who teased her, and Jamie had managed to catch a ride somehow, while my locker was jammed with something some mutant-hater had done to it, and to make a long story short, forty-five minutes later, here I was, strolling home alone.

After awhile, I started to get bored, and started sniffing around. I was not paying very good attention to where I was going, and tripped over a- wait, what was that? When I got up and looked, all I saw was a strange man with a stiff suit on.

Ugh. I hated suits, not that I'd ever worn one, but they were so darned formal. The man gave me a crisp nod, and continued on his way. Ignoring his rudeness, I gave a quick smile, and went back to sniffing. A familiar scent greeted me, a newer one, yet one I knew. Someone new... I racked my brain, and finally came to the conclusion; Emma?

I started. What? Maybe the man had been visiting Emma. I ran back up to him, and tugged his hand.

Immediately, some odd transformation took place. All of the sudden, I was gripping a sobbing Emma's arm. She looked me directly in the eyes, and said, "Help me."

Startled, I let go of her hand. The man was back, giving me a scornful look. I grabbed him by the shoulder, and he whirled around to face me.

"What-? But-"

The man gave me a cold look. "Miss, I would appreciate it if you allowed me to continue on my business."

I stuttered, "Of course, sir," and ran back to the Institute as fast as I could, morphing into wolf form as soon as I reached the grounds. Fur sprouted everywhere, and my skin stretched tight with my bones, then loosened as I became a dog. Bounding past a startled Ororo who had just opened the door to go outside, I leaped up the stairs, panting, until I reached the professor's office. Panting, I morphed back into human form, the fur receding just as Professor Xavier opened the door.

"Rahne, what is wrong?" he asked, ushering me in.

Trembling, I opened my mouth, but only succeeded in biting my tongue. Gently, the Professor offered, "Would you prefer me to probe your mind?" I shakily nodded, and closed my eyes as the professor quickly went over the recent events in my mind.

Drawing back, he looked at me.

"Oh dear."

Emma's POV

Hyperventilating, I stared at Rahne in the eyes, and rasped, "Help." Terrified, she dropped my arm, and I was forced to succumb over to Jake's control.

Jake lifted an arm, and turned frostily to Rahne. Immediately, I pitied her; Jake could be very intimidating when he wanted. Like now. I blocked out the conversation, not wanting to see my acquaintance's reaction.

I really hated Jake. He was a terrible politician, who longed for world power. Whatever subtle part had sensed me a few years ago when I had brushed my mind against his, seemed convinced I was the key to his goal. Surprisingly, he was very adept at taking me over and manipulating me into giving him control. Unlike most, the inner part of him did not detest mutants like he pretended, but rather saw them as tools.

But the outer part of him had no idea he was taking over innocent children.

Unfortunately.,

At least I retained the ability to think while he used my body. Truthfully, though, it would be extraordinarily difficult to regain control unless someone helped me- i.e., touched me skin-on-skin, hence giving me someone to anchor to and then pull myself up.

And, most unfortunately, that chance had just run down the street in a state of sidewalk.

Of course she had. This IS my life we're talking about.

Since when does anything in my life go in the right direction? It never had, and probably never would.

Never say never, protested that annoying positive voice in the back of my head that seemed intent on always pestering me. Most people have a negative little voice, but I have a positive one, which tends to be very successful in annoying me.

That's the point of a conscience, isn't it? To annoy you into doing the right thing.

Good luck with that. My final thought before I gave in and decided to give myself a little rest, to see if anyone would rescue me.

Like that would ever happen to ME.

Hope you liked it! Thank you again, La Licorne, for reviewing! Oh, and I will try and fix some of those little mistakes soon, probably this weekend. Tests this week!

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