A Mutant Among Mutants (xmen first class fanfic)

Chapter 12

I made a design for the whole mansion.

Even though I am six I still have my brain power. There is a boys section and a girls section. I even organised where kids would be placed. Younger kids would be on the bottom floors while older kids on the top floors. The very top floor is reserved for the teachers.

Luckily Charles is having an elevator installed for himself. I read his mind turns out he will be paralyzed forever.

As a sorry gift I designed a whole new room for him. He won't need help for anything.

With all of my drawings done I leave my temporary room on the bottom floor.

"Hey Charles, Sean, Hank, Alex" I yells as I go through the halls. Finally sick of calling I just scan the mansion mentally. Charles is sleeping, I won't bother him. Hank is downstairs. Sean and Alex are out of my range. Maybe they went shopping.

I roll over to the stairs. The elevator hadn't been installed yet. I pull off my sweater underneath I have an open back flower dress. Concentrating hard I will my wings to unfold. Nothing happens. I squint and concentrate harder. All I feel is burning like acid fire. I scream in pain. What is going on?!?

Hank comes rushing up the stairs to find me screaming and crying like a 6 year old. Ironic right.

"Rienna what's wrong?" Hank questions frantic.

"Aren't working hurt acid fire burn burn hurt why why," I ramble in incoherent sentences.

"Rienna calm down," Hank soothes and rubs my head.

"Why?" I cry and hug Hanks big furry arm.

"Oh Rina what's wrong tell me," Hank coos. His voice may be deep but it is soothing

"Wings won't work burn me hurt," I whimper.

"Oh hunny um- oh are these the designs!" Hank blurts out and grabs my drawings.

"Uh huh." I nod and immediately forgetting about my wings.

"Woah these are great and you even did Charles room and figured out how to organize the children," Hank praises.

"Yeah I can't wait till they get here," I say and beam.

"Me too Rina me too," Hank murmurs and ruffles my hair.

"Where Sean and Alex?" I look up curiously at Hank.

"I think Alex went for a walk and Sean is practising flying," Hank replies.

"Kk I'm gonna find em." I wheel away with a determined expression.

I wheel outside and onto the bumpy gravel. I make it a little bit away from the mansion in the direction of the satellite dish when I get frustrated. This is taking too long and I'm afraid if I mental messaged Sean while he was practicing he would fall. And I'm still not in range of their minds.

So I try unfolding my wings again. Pain floods my senses. I scream in frustration and pain. Why aren't m my wings working? I start crying and coughing. I was told to take it easy. My lung is still healing. My breathing becomes short. I start coughing madly. Air air I need air.

Am I hyperventilating? Maybe.

Did I repuncture my lung? Possibly.

I just need to calm down and get help. I open my mind field as far as I can. I just barely touch Sean's mind.

Help help me I can't breath HELP I send out a mental SOS. To whoever could get it.

Breathe breathe just breathe I coax myself.

My vision becomes fuzzy. I continue coughing trying to calm myself down but panic is setting in. 2 figures approach me. One runs up and grabs my shoulders.

"Rienna calm down just breathe," Sean pleads. I choke and nod rapidly. "Breathe stay calm your gonna be okay alright breathe breathe." Sean tries soothing me by rubbing my head. I cough more and my whole body shakes.

"Rienna please!" Alex chimes in and takes my hand. I feel my eyes roll back. I am picked up and jostled showing that the person carrying me is moving fast.

"HELP SOMEBODY HELP!" Alex shouts. He is carrying me.

"What Alex what's going on?" I hear Charles inquire.

"I think Rienna is having a panic attack!" Alex answers anxiously.

"I don't know what to do!" Charles exclaims sounding panicked. "Lets try calming her down," Charles says and I am passed over to someone. "Take a deep breath Rienna and calm down," Charles soothes and for some reason I feel calm.

"Did you use a mind trick?" Sean asks curiously.

"Yes I did, now sleep," Charles murmurs and I drift off.

When I wake up, I'm in bed. I sigh, luckily my wheelchair is right next to my bed. I push my self into it and wheel myself over to my vanity. I grab a brush and run it through my hair.

Then I have a thought. I snap my fingers and take out a pencil. I quickly write it down and make my way to the kitchen.