Chapter 1
Destiney P.O.V
"Control it, Destiney! Remember what we've been practising!"
"Professor! Please, stop the… exercise! I'm about, to lose… control…" the sandy haired blonde suddenly dropped to her knees, a bright wave of pure kinetic force burst from every pore in her tiny body, destroying the advancing machines in an instant.
"Destiney!" the professor's voice seemed to emerge through a long tunnel, a quiet, faint voice that was distorted through distance.
"Get the students out, Logan."
Oh God, who had she endangered? Who was in the room with her?
In her head, she mentally rolled through the other trainees:
There was starburst, the daughter of Scott- AKA Cyclops and Jean- who had fully accepted the powers of the Phoenix. Along with the two girls, there was Multiple, a boy know as Glaze, who could turn anything into stone for an hour without his glasses, Deathglider, who wouldn't change her name for any reason- despite the Professor warning about giving the wrong message, and the youngest of them all- a small girl of seven, who didn't have powers as such, but instead, was a visual mutant. This girl- Olant, had wings, clawed hands, two clawed toes and a spike producing from her heels and had fangs.
In Destiney's eyes she was beautiful. What, Destiney thought as she felt her power slowly ebb away, she would give to look like that- like an angel rather than… this.
"Destiney?" it was Xavier, "Destiney, can you hear me?" he was speaking verbally to her- not through his mind.
Groggily, the teen opened her eyes- coming face to face with her mentor.
"I'm… sorry, Professor…" she quickly murmured, "The surge was too strong…" bowing her head, Destiney felt cursed once again- why was it that her powers were the hardest sort to control? Kinetic energy- passed down through her father, according to Xavier, was extremely powerful, once it was controlled.
Is it the usual thoughts, Destiney? The professor spoke mentally now.
She nodded.
Come with me.
Then out loud, he spoke,
"Continue with Logan- you were doing great- keep it up. I will return to your session tomorrow." There were a few groans, for Xavier was clearly the best teacher, plus Logan could be a little, well… tough…
Getting to her feet, Destiney followed the Professor towards his office, giving Olant a smile as she passed, letting her adoptive little sister know that she was fine.
The wheelchair turned towards her as the Professor waited in the lift, then as she entered, Xavier pushed a button, taking them up to the right level- letting the doors close fully, and the gentle hum of the elevator start up before he spoke again.
"Destiney- why are these thoughts such a problem to you? If your appearance matters that much, I could create an image inducer just like Nightcrawler's." he offered kindly, referring to an old student who had now left the institute, but still came to visit. Yet Destiney could feel Xavier's disappointment that she couldn't accept herself because of her appearance.
She shook her head.
The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open- revealing, to Destiney's surprise, the junior's floor.
"Professor?" she asked timidly, "Aren't we going to your office?"
The Professor closed his eyes slowly, and smiled.
"No Destiney- we are not, for I must address another matter tonight. Plus, you have your homework to do for our private session tomorrow." The man smiled, and handed her a small piece of paper and tapped her arm, "Go to your room- you need rest." And with that, the doors shut once more, leaving Destiney in the deserted corridor.
Rushing towards the end of the hall- to her room- Destiney mused over Xavier's words, homework? She didn't get any, unless… she looked at the paper and saw a tiny note on the front of the folded piece reading:
Before opening- look in the mirror.
Strange…
Skidding to a halt on the polished wooden flooring, Destiney pushed open her blue door, and entered her and Olant's room.
Putting the paper onto the dressing table, she moved cautiously towards Olant's mirror, for Destiney had broken her own on the first day at the institute.
She looked, closed her eyes, and then looked again.
Her shortly cropped, sandy blonde hair hung just below her pointed chin, sticking out in its usual mess. Her skin was slightly tanned- her Cajun blood- and free from any markings- save for a small birthmark on the left of her neck- sort of in the shape of a heart.
Slowly, she turned her gaze to her eyes- the part of her she hated.
They were what made her stand out in a crowd- for instead of having a white backing, hers were pure black- her pupil a single dot of crimson red, making her gaze appear evil.
She hated it.
Turning away, blinking back her angry tears, Destiney picked up the note once more, reading the homework she had to do.
Accept what you have just seen.
When Olant finally returned, she found Destiney curled up on her bed sobbing, ripped up pieces of paper lay burnt around her.
sorry it's taken so long to update! ):
here's the next bit- just review your thoughts- please can I have some comments for they make me feel warmandfuzzy inside! ;D xxxx