The youngest member (X-Men Evolution)

Walk on the Wild Side

Marigold was running late, which was highly unusual for her. But last night she had been woken up by another nightmare and had been sitting outside on her balcony to try and piece together what little of her nightmare she could remember. She had lost track of time and was now running around her bedroom trying to hurry so that she wouldn't be late for school. As she was brushing her teeth with one hand and pulling on one of her socks with another someone knocked on her bedroom door and it opened moments later to reveal Amara, one of the new mutants. The two had grown pretty close since they went to middle school together when Amara started attending Xavier's Institute. "Whoa, what's the rush?" Amara asked walking into the room as Marigold continued to get ready. Marigold attempted to talk, then held up a finger telling Amara to wait for a second and ran to go spit out her toothpaste. Amara giggled as Marigold ran back into the room. "I'm running late. And now that you're going to high school this year I'm the only student at Xavier who needs a ride to the middle school." Marigold explained as she got her stuff together and started stuffing her homework into her backpack. "Yea, I'm going to miss not going to school with you...and I'm pretty nervous about high school." Amara admitted as the the girls left Marigold's room to go to breakfast. "I wouldn't worry about it. All the other Xavier students go there, I'm sure they will help you if you need anything...I can't wait till high school." Marigold said, "It sucks being the youngest student. I have to go to school by myself!" The two girls entered the kitchen and The Professor overheard their conversation. "Marigold you have plenty of friends at your middle school, and I'm sure that Amara will make many new friends as she started high school today." He said as the two girls took their seats. Everyone was already eating, and as Marigold pushed the food around on her plate. The Professor frowned. The nightmares weren't getting any better. But he was running out of ideas on how to help her..."-is that alright Professor?" Marigold's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "I'm sorry - could you say that again?" He asked. Marigold gave the man a concerned glance as she repeated her question. "My music teacher, Mr.Wade, wants to start doing private lessons with me and a few of the other students after school, is it okay if I stay longer today?" The Professor grinned, trying to shake any suspicion of any  thing being wrong. "Of course, just let Ororo know when you will need to be picked up." Marigold thanked The Professor and went back to her food till everyone started to leave for the school day. Amara looked nervously to Marigold who gave her a big smile as she went to get a ride from Logan. Amara smiled back to her before getting into Scott's car and driving off to her first day of highschool. 

-Marigold Pov / Bayville middle school-

"I'm so glad that you are able to do these after school lessons with me Marigold. I see a lot of potential in you." Mr.Wade said as he and I walked into the band room. We were the only two in the room, and I started getting my stuff out for practice. "I'm just excited to learn how to play better. I really enjoy the french horn Mr.Wade!" I said, watching as he shut the door and walked over to me, but I noticed that the switch on the lock was turned, Mr.Wade had locked the door, but why? He never locked it for normal band practice. "Before we begin practicing I want to show you something." Mr.Wade said opening his school bag and pulling out a leather notebook, a red skull and tentacles on the cover. My eyes landed on it and I was hit with a wall of feelings, fear, familiarity, anxiety. My training from the facility kicked into gear and I put on a blank face. "Mr.Wade, why are you showing me some old notebook?" I asked, while it was true that I couldn't recall what it was, I knew that I had some connection to it. I could feel it. Mr.Wade smirked as he opened the notebook, and I glanced to the locked door again. What was going on? "Mr.Wade, why did you lock the door?" I asked innocently enough, but Mr.Wade frowned as I asked him the question. "You never lost your touch after all. I was scared that you would lose some of your training living in that stupid mutant school." He said, walking to me. Okay, playing dumb is done. He knows about Xavier Institute... and about my training with the Facility. This is bad. "So you know I'm a mutant, and that I go to Xavier which is full of other mutants as well...what do you want from me?" I asked, standing from the chair and getting into a fighting stance. He didn't answer, flipping the pages in that leather notebook and smirking as if he knew something I didn't. "Who are you? Why go to the trouble of going under cover in a middle school just to get access to the Xavier Institute?" I asked with anger in my voice. I had really liked Mr.Wade, he was one of the first adults (besides Julie) outside of the Xavier Institute that I had trusted. I felt betrayed as he knelled down  in front of me, I clenched my fists and was ready to strike at any moment if I needed to defend myself. "Oh darling. If I wanted to I would already be inside Xavier Institute, but that is not my target...you are." I swung my fists, and he didn't seem to expect me to attack because my fist landed right on his nose. He cried out in pain as I turned invisible and kicked my shoes off to stay as silent as possible, running back to get some distance between us. I watched as Mr.Wade recovered from the blow, his nose had blood dripping from it as he stood up, glaring around the room. Suddenly Mr.Wade, the teacher I had grown to love was gone. Replaced with a man out to hurt me, a man I needed to defend myself from. Fear and adrinaline pumped through my veins.  "Oh you have played this game with me plenty of times number twenty-five. When we were at the facility together we called cat and mouse..your the mouse...and I'm the cat." He said as he walked over to his bag and pulled out a funny looking pair of goggles. He didn't bother cleaning the blood that was dripping from his nose as he put the goggles on. "You can hide your visual body, but you can't hide your body heat." He said looking around the room. 'heat vision goggles! oh man, this is bad.' I thought to myself as I ran around the room to avoid his gaze. Tense moments passed as he walked around the room looking for me. 'He said we used to be at the facility together...who is this man? How do I get away from him?' I asked myself as I made a run for the locked door, if I could unlock it and get out in enough time I could get help. "Fine, we will have to play the dirty way." Mr.Wade said opening the leather notebook again and started reading from it.