Dark Blood

Chapter 5

After and quick nod of thanks, I ran to the girl's locker room (who knew I could run so fast without powers?) and got changed into my outfit. I had black, long spandex, black combat boots, a tight-fitting black shirt and a black leather jacket. I was never very fond of the uniforms, so I put my own together. As I was jogging to the danger room for Night Crawler's session, so etching caught my eye. Something blue.
"Professor McCoy?" I called Beast's name, hoping he would answer. "Night Crawler?"
"No, I'm sorry,dear. I'm not one of your precious Professors," it was a woman's voice.
"Who are you?" I called. Why was I so stupid? Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"Oh, I think you remember me," the woman said. She finally stepped out of the shadows, and, when I saw her, my eyes widened, though I tried not to show it, and I immediately hid my emotions again.
"Mystique? How'd you get in?! Why are you here?"
"I came to talk with you, girl," she started. "I believe it's time you knew who your real parents are."
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"No, thanks," I snapped and turned around to walk away, but she called my name again, she kicked me through the window, onto the training room floor, in the middle of a session.
When I looked up, Mystique was standing over me, her foot on my chest.
"I'm surprised I could send you throughout the window" mystique stated calmly. "But, then again, no one even knows you're a mutant, do they? Except a few of the professors-" she cut herself off, noticing Delilah. "Why, hello, sweetheart," Oh. Right. She's her mother. "Anyway, haven't you figured out who your parents are yet? Here I'll give you one. Your looking at her." She had this smug smile on her face, like she was having fun.
"Great," I muttered. Sarcasm apparently wasn't the best choice. I got a few swift kicks in the ribs and two in the stomach. I did my best to keep from howling, but I still gave out a grunt. I heard the door to the danger room open, and Logan, Storm, Beast, Jean and Night Crawler all filed in. They were spitting threats at Mystique, but it was kind of hard to tell what they were saying when you were being kicked around like a soccer ball.
"Who do you think your dad is, Nautika?" Mystique asked. " I'll give you a hint: you look just like him" her voice was a little less than a whisper. I scanned the room, my head swimming and the edges oh my vision black. Then it clicked. I stared at him, and he had a sympathetic look in his eyes. And the first thought was this: Does he really think sympathy will fix all the lies? And as soon as Mystique noticed,she shoved a needle in my neck. Chloroform. As I passed out, I tried to understand what just happened. Mystique was my mother. And Wolverine was my father.