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Chapter 8: Anonymous Informants and Mutant Haters

Chapter 8: Anonymous Informants and Mutant Haters

Chapter dedicated to all those who've read and voted.

You are gonna hate me for how this ends, I just know it. So please don't. But I am SO EXCITED I POSTED THIS!

"Is she going to be OK Prof?" whispered a concerned voice.

"She will be fine," reassured a man's voice.

Through her hazy vision, Sariah saw a blur of a figure with red hair- Jean! - and a man who could only be the Professor.

Sariah wasn't sure where she was or what had happened. Why were the Professor and Jean in her bedroom? And why did her head hurt so badly? It had never hurt like this.

Sariah softly moaned. In front of her, Jean perked up at the sudden noise.

"She's awake." said the Professor, though this wasn't necessary as Jean was well aware of Sariah's regaining of consciousness and was now rushing towards the girl's bedside.

"Sariah!" she cried. "I was so worried about you!"

Sariah, in her confusion, tried to sit up but was gently pushed back into a pile of soft pillows. She received a warm embrace from Jean a few seconds later.

"Don't move too much; you're just gaining consciousness." Jean said.

"What?" Sariah asked, dazed. "What happened to me? Why are you in my bedroom?"

"We- you, I mean- aren't in your bedroom. We're in the infirmary. The Professor told me everything- we think you over did it. You drained yourself of all energy and strained yourself. I guess you could say it took a negative effect on you."

That would explain why Sariah felt exhausted, why her head hurt, and why she was in this strange room. It also explained why the Professor looked anxious and Jean a nervous wreck.

But what was this about a negative effect?

"A negative effect?" asked Sariah, whose vision was now better and could see the mix of relief and concern on Jean's face. Meanwhile, the Professor sat off to the side silently in his wheelchair.

"Err, about that..... You were out for 3 days."

"3 days! But I've missed so much training, and- my bedroom! And summer's over soon! What about school!"

"Everything is fine. You only missed a little bit of training. And school starts in September- it's only August. But what was that terrible shouting about?" asked the Professor

"My mother- she was being hurt or something. And she was begging and pleading, so I was too. I guess that I had overdone it so badly it made it worse, and I just..... Fell, and I was out of it."

"Yeah, you were really out of it- for 3 days." Jean agreed.

"And yes, you did fall. You managed to get free of my grip and you fell. You hit your head, but no damage was done," added the Professor hastily.

Sariah relaxed. Of course school hadn't started; she'd been out for 3 days, not 3 weeks or months. And of course her room had been painted. It probably would've been finished even before she had passed out- right?

"But Professor, I really don't think I "over did it." I- I saw my mom. Someone was hurting her. And she was asking them to stop. I could feel her pain; I could hear her pleas, and I wanted it to stop. That's why I was shouting. Something's happened to my mom. I- I'm scared."

"I wouldn't be worried. You seem to have some sort of connection with your mother, or perhaps it is the visual telepathy."

"And the pain she was in? How come I felt that?"