Let's see, close to 130 views and only two reviews...that makes me sad, peoples! Please review! It gives me inspiration to keep writing this story and what I hope is going to become a series. :)
Anyway, I remember telling you guys earlier that Spirit was going to be moving around to different movies and the like. I know for certain that she will be appearing in the Avengers and G.I. Joe. If you wish to see her in other movies, books, TV shows, games, etc., please give me your opinion!
Spirit: Please! ML can't come up with a good idea to save her life! I mean, look at me! She made me over a hundred years old and has me freaking out here. The least you can do is give her some ideas so I'm not bored out of my mind waiting here!
Me: *glares* Thanks for that, Spirit.
Spirit: *wags tail* No problem, oh Powerful Writer. *snickers*
Me: *rolls eyes* Just get back into the X-Men story where you belong!
Spirit: Whatever. Just send her some ideas before she kills me for real. I quite enjoy living.
Me: *grumbles under breath* Just read the chapter, please.
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To make a long story short, I will just give you a summary of what happened after Jean told me that I was over a hundred years old.
I pretty much went on a rampage, pacing angrily and spitting out as many curses in my language as I knew before using the new curses that Logan had taught me. Jean didn't see it as very amusing as what Logan was teaching me, but for the time being, she just stayed quiet, watching me get my frustration and shock out. Claw marks scored the walls where I had attacked it in my frustration. After a while, I changed into my human form, still cursing.
"Just calm down, Spirit," Jean said calmly.
"How can I calm down?" I snapped, turning my fierce blue eyes onto her. "I am only to live for eight cold seasons, ten or twelve if the Goddess wishes it." I went back to pacing. Jean gave a small sigh.
"I don't really know what to tell you, Spirit. But what I can tell you is that you aren't alone in this."
"Who else then? Who else is over a hundred years old and didn't know it and now suddenly does. Who has been experimented on by humans to use as a weapon, with no mind or soul? Tell me that!"
"Logan."
That stopped me. I turned and looked over at Jean, disbelief in my eyes. Jean nodded slightly.
"When Logan came here with you, I ran some medical tests on him. That's how I found out about his adamantium skeleton. His healing factor keeps him from aging, so he is probably just as old as you, possibly older," Jean explained. My legs felt like jelly and I dropped to the ground, stunned.
"Why hasn't he told me of this?" I demanded.
"Because he doesn't remember," Jean replied. "His memory was wiped fifteen years ago."
I went quiet, crossing my legs before pinching the bridge of my nose, something I had seen others do when they were stressed, though I didn't know the reason. But now, it seemed like a good thing to do.
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A few hours later, I was allowed into the medical bay without Jean kicking me out, though she still warned me to be quiet. Most of the time, I was laying next to the Professor's bedside, waiting for him to wake up. I had so many questions and so few answers. Who had changed me and why? How did they change my DNA? What happened to my family? How old was I really? Why didn't Logan wake up? Why did I feel so alone?
This last question was probably the most important. I wasn't human, yet I wasn't a full mutant. I was a mix of the two. When I was a pup, before I was taken, I always envisioned myself with a strong mate, a large territory, and pups of my own. I always believed that I would live to an old age and die in the warm sunshine full of happiness, knowing that I had lived a good life. Now, that was pretty much impossible. I would probably never be able to take on a mate or have pups. I guess I would get my wish of living to an old age though, but I never thought that I would be this old. It wasn't natural.
I was pulled from my thoughts when Jean entered the room, wearing her white lab coat. I watched as she came over to check-up on the Professor. I started to lay my head back down between my paws when a familiar voice reached my ears.
"How did we do?"
My head jerked back up and I got to my paws, rearing up onto my hind legs and gently placing my front paws on the bedside, being careful not to step on the Professor, who was looking over at Logan. The sad look on his face brightened slightly when he saw me.
"Hello Spirit," he said kindly. I wagged my tail before shifting into my human form.
"Professor," I said with a small incline of my head. "How are you feeling?"
"I've felt better," he replied tiredly. I gave another small nod.
"I will leave you then," I told him. "You and Jean probably have much to speak of."
Without waiting for a reply from either of them, I shifted back into my wolf form and ran out of the medical bay, heading towards my room. I hadn't slept well since the battle with Magneto and now that the Professor was awake, I would probably sleep a bit easier now, right? I could only hope.
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I slept throughout the day, coming awake late at night, the light from the half moon flooding into my room. I thanked the Moon Goddess for the dreamless sleep I had had before heading downstairs, not wanting to fall back asleep and test my luck.
The mansion was silent as I padded through the wooden hallways, making my way down to the kitchen. A little bored, I decided to try out a form I had yet to use. Going through my memory, I though of something was that good at seeing in the dark. Ironically enough, it was also supposedly a canine's mortal enemy. I thought of the graceful creature in my mind and felt my body shifting into something smaller. My vision became sharper, coming into different shades of green and grey, like night vision goggles. Luckily, this shift wasn't painful. Once it was done, I looked myself over. My short fur was silver with stripes and spots of black swirling through it. I would later learn that this species of cat was called an Egyptian Mau.
I trotted down the hallway now, my soft pads silent against the floorboards. I smiled inwardly, enjoying this form. It was sleek and I could tell that it was quick when it needed to be, yet fit in perfectly with the mansion. I finally arrived at the kitchen and leaped up onto the island countertop in a single bound, something I wouldn't have been able to do easily in my wolf form.
'I like this form,' I thought to myself as I strolled across the counter at my own leisurely pace. I lowered my head and sniffed at some leftover pizza that had been left behind, probably by one of the students. I was about to try a bite before a sudden noise caught my attention and I froze, my claws instinctively unsheathing themselves. My delicate pink nose quivered and I relaxed at the familiar scent, sitting down on the counter and wrapping my tail around my paws, watching the door as Logan entered.
He didn't seem to notice me at first, going straight to the refrigerator and grumbling something about beer. I gave a small meow and Logan whipped around, his own metal claws unsheathing. When he saw that it was me, or saw that it wasn't any danger, he went back to looking at the refrigerator.
"Scram cat," he growled, not watching me. I flicked my ears back, giving a low sound of indignation in my throat.
'Not a very nice thing to say to a friend,' I thought to him. Upon hearing my voice in his head, Logan removed his head from the fridge and looked back over at me.
"Sprite?" he asked cautiously. I flicked my tail, glaring at him.
'No, it's the Moon Goddess,' I told him before trotting back across the island and leaping onto the opposite counter before jumping on top of the fridge, looking down at Logan, my tail twitching in amusement. Logan rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, it's you," he grumbled, shutting the door of the fridge and going to one of the stools back by the island. I chuckled and made my way over to sit in front of him.
'It's good to see you back in the land of the living,' I told him. 'Everyone was getting worried.'
Logan gave a small nod. "I came around late this afternoon," he said. "Jean released me a few hours later. I was told that you were asleep."
I nodded slightly before going to groom myself in short, rapid strokes. As I washed, I talked with Logan, though was cautious on how to approach this subject.
'Where you told anything else?' I asked. Logan shook his head.
"No, not really," Logan replied. "Why?" Not one to really beat around the bush, I just came out with it.
'Where you experimented on?'
The question seemed to take Logan by surprise, and I caught the beginning scent of fear and hatred coming off of him. I stopped my wash, turning to face the burly mutant.
'Never mind,' I said. 'It was a stupid question.' I got up and started towards the edge of the counter, getting ready to leap down before Logan stopped me by grabbing my long tail. I whipped around to glare at him, but he started talking.
"It's alright, Sprite," he said, easing his grip on my tail. "You just caught me off guard."
I pulled my tail gently out of Logan's hand before returning to my original spot. I watched him with curious icy blue eyes, the same shade as I had when in my wolf form.
"As far as I know, kid, yeah. I was experimented on. I don't remember it or anything, but I have nightmares. Snippets of my past and such, though not a whole lot of it makes much sense. Why are you asking me this?" Logan asked.
I proceeded to tell him about what had happened between me and Jean down in the lab, how I had remembered the Statue of Liberty being bronze, not green, and how Jean figured out around how old I was. When I was finished, Logan was quiet, rubbing at the dark stubble that was on his face, making a raspy sound.
"Do you remember anything about where you were held?" he asked. I shook my head, flicking my tail anxiously.
'No. I was too young to really know what was going on,' I replied. Logan seemed to be thinking about something and was debating on whether or not to tell me. Finally, he spoke.
"I'm leaving, Sprite," he said. He hurried on before I could reply. "Not for good. Just for a little while. Charles said that he can give me something so that I may be able to find out more about my past. I'm going to be leaving here by tomorrow evening at the latest."
'What about us?' I asked. 'Rogue, the Professor, Jean...you're just going to leave?'
Logan smiled and stroked my head, rubbing my ear gently in between his fingers. This caused a deep purr to erupt from my throat, vibrating my entire body. This caused Logan to give a small chuckle before he spoke again.
"I'll be back after a while," he repeated. He paused before continuing. "You can come with me. Who knows? Your past may be linked to mine."
Already, I was shaking my head, dislodging Logan's hand. 'The past is the past,' I told him. 'It's over with and I'd rather not face it until I'm ready to face it, not before then. I'll be sad that you are leaving, yes. But I have a feeling this is something you need to do on your own, not with someone else.'
Logan chuckled, stroking my head again. "Looks like your becoming a mini Charles," he said. "Already offering advice that is beyond your years." He got up from his chair, giving me one last stroke. "I'm going to go get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."
And with that, he left, leaving me alone with my thoughts about the future.
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Please please please review! Plus, I need your opinion about what kind of books, movies, TV shows, etc. you would like to see Spirit appear in! Once I get enough ideas from you peeps, I will put up a poll asking which order you'd like them in. So please review! Thanks!
ML out!