Hello, all of my lovely fans! Soo sorry for not updating sooner, standardized tests suck! I have taken up a few suggestions and want to say this: I use Wikipedia! So, consequently, I probably have some bad data! (Also, I know that the ages may be inaccurate, and I'm sorry about that, just thought that it would be easier for you readers) If you could maybe give me a few tips or stuff, just review or PM! Here is the re-edited chapter five!
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Logan POV:
Logan strode down the hall, and stopped right before the large oak doors. "Come in, Logan," came the professor's voice. He opened the doors and stepped inside, closing the doors behind him. "Chuck, having the kids as, well, kids is nice and all, but shouldn't we be worried about turnin' em' back?" Charles sighed. "Yes, Logan. I had hoped that Fury would have an antidote by now, but turns out that SHIELD just got that vial about an hour before our team showed up. So, it looks like we may have a few problems. Like shopping, for instance."
An hour later…
Kitty POV:
Logan grumbled under his breath, something about crazy cats and cars, red lights and 'kids these days'. Kitty blinked. She didn't understand why everybody ran when she held up the car keys and said: "Who wants to go to the mall? I'm leaving now!" And she really didn't understand why some of the other students had given the teacher a sympathetic look. Anyhoo, they were at the mall now, and she reeeaaallly needed to buy herself a new pair of heels to match the new dress that she got the other day with Tabitha. Well, older Tabitha. She started as Logan tapped her on the shoulder. "Well, are we going to get clothes or not?"
Meanwhile…
Amara POV:
Amara grinned as she watched Jubilee chase Bobby around the yard, yelling "Die! Die! Die!" Bobby had accidently frozen her new doll, and she was seeing red. When she finally caught him (with him begging for mercy), she started putting fireworks on the ground around him, then leaped away. Bobby yelped like a wounded puppy as the 'works exploded in his face. Ms. Munroe, the pretty African lady with white hair, came rushing over and picked him up, asking if he was hurt. He shook his head and she let him back down so he could run over to play frisbee with Rahne and Roberto.
Amara was so happy. In Nova Roma, she had often watched the peasant children playing on the streets, but had never been allowed to herself. All she could do was watch from her lonely palace bedroom window. Her mother had shunned playing, and shut her off from the 'unworthy' citizens.
Still, the people of Nova Roma loved her and her husband, the king. She stared in awe at her hand as it burst into molten rock again. It was so cool! She had super powers, just like in the books! Suddenly, out of nowhere, Sam cannonballed into her, sending her flying into a tree. She groaned as, dimly, she saw Ms. Munroe hurrying towards her, and Sam leaning over her with a worried expression on his face. Then….black.
Ray POV:
Ray sat quietly in a corner of the infirmary. He had opted to stay with Amara, as opposed to going upstairs with the others to eat cookies and watch television. He had not had a good childhood.
After his powers manifested at the very young age of four, his drunken father had demanded for him to leave and never come back, basically kicking him out. After he had wandered the dark streets, crying, he eventually curled up in an alley and fell asleep. When he woke up around midnight, the manhole about ten feet away from him began to rattle. He froze. Suddenly, the cap came off, and three figures climbed out. He began to make his hand light up with electricity, like he had learned it could about three days ago. He opened his mouth to scream as a hand dragged him out into the dim light of the streetlamp. A rough, calloused hand clamped over it, muffling his yells. "Shh!" the figure hissed. "Now, show us your face!" He quickly obeyed, shoving his face into the light. All three people exhaled. "Let him go," commanded a female voice. "He's just a kid." His captor obeyed, and Ray scrambled back, hand still crackling with electricity. "Hey kid," whispered the female again. "I'm Callisto, leader of the Morlocks. Who're you?" He started to back away, the sound of his heartbeat pounding like a drum in his ears. The woman stepped closer, into the light. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you. You're a mutant like us, and we get you. Now, where do you live?" "My-my dad, he kicked me out." Callisto frowned. "Well, how about we bring you back to our home? How does that sound?" Ray just nodded his head mutely, and he was one with the Morlocks.
Ray shook his head at the memories. He had lived with them for about two years…...and the other day, he was going to help scavenge for food…...but then he had somehow ended up here….His thoughts were interrupted by Mr. McCoy, aka Beast, aka Hank.
"Will she be alright?" He asked the doctor. "Yes, she just suffered minor head damage, and a dislocated shoulder. We just have to pop it back, and then she'll be fine." "Uuuhhh," moaned Amara. "Shh," hushed Mr. McCoy. "You shouldn't be awake for this, so I'm going to give you a shot, okay?" This did not have a good result. Amara shook her head fiercely, and struggled as much as she could. Consequently, Ray had to hold her down, and barely managed to avoid the flaming fist aimed at his head.
"Ray, I need you to hold her down again as I pop the shoulder back in. She should be sedated, but that doesn't mean that there will be no pain. Are you ready?" Mr. McCoy asked. Ray nodded grimly, and once again pinned down Amara's small form. "Three...Two...One…" Snap! "Aaaauuuuggghhh!" Amara writhed in pain as Ray struggled to hold her down. After a few seconds, she went limp. "Now, I'll stay here until she wakes up. You can go upstairs to play with the others." Ray nodded, and slowly exited the room.
Thanks for reading! I, like, totally made up the Ray story on the spot, so, IT IS NOT THE REAL THING! And, also, I know that four is a really early age for power manifestation, so, sorry. PS, sorry for the weird spacing, the fanfiction docs manager was going cuckoo!