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Post by savannah bennett on May 16, 2008 19:19:45 GMT
The sound of footsteps pattering around in a Dormitory above stairs were coming from the young woman that was called Savannah Bennett. It was late night and everyone at the Institute was meant to be asleep but as per usual Anna was finding it hard to shut her mind off to drop into unconciousness. So much power ran through such a little body that to close it off took a lot of energy in itself. She'd often considered just not sleeping at all and running constantly on the inner battery she seemed to posess. She could go for several days without sleep and not feel a thing apart from the odd yawn, because her body had just learnt to survive. Sometimes, and the occasions were rare, she used her ability to aid in going down for the night. She merely manipulated her own atoms to sleep, and her brain cells as well.
Tonight was not going to be one of those nights as she was sick of her ability, so standing up from where she had flopped down on her a bed a moment before she grabbed her jeans and began to get dressed for being up and about again. Xavier didn't seem to care about her late night wanderings because he clearly realised she needed the chance to burn off some of the class 5 steam that she boiled up during the day. Anna was getting more sick of the school everyday but didn't want to leave until she had complete control of Nightscream, the other side of her personality that could turn deadly with only the slightest hint of her anger.
Slipping from her room she tiptoed silently down the corridor, changing the atoms of the floor to make no sound as she impacted. This was how she could move without anyone detecting it if she chose to engage her abilty, and for her next trick... She walked through a wall. Not in the way Shadowcat did but by merely reprogramming what made up the wall so she could pass through before correcting it once more. It could be said that Savannah was all powerful, but she didn't like to think of herself like that, because it was that that people were afraid of. She saw the way everyone glanced quickly passed her just encase they should alight 'the next jean grey'. Did people not realise she was actually in control of her power? Well almost.
Finally she made it to the lounge and sat herself down on one of the seats inside. At least it was silent as everyone else was asleep. Summoning a book from the windowsill by means that don't need explanation she began to read and found herself getting lost within the story. That was until someone else entered the room and she looked up in interest. Who else would be up at gone midnight? |
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Post by marie d’ancanto on May 16, 2008 19:58:16 GMT
Life for a mutant with abilities that could kill without meaning it, was hard. Marie sat up in bed, the blanket covering her body and glared around the room, she had hoped to leave forever. The dull walls, the silence. It was unbareable. Pulling her body from out of the covers Marie decided a little midnight strolling was the only answer for the can't get to sleep blues.
Pulling on a leather jacket over her nightdress and a pair of leather gloves which she daren't leave without. Marie was ready. She shook her hair out over one shoulder and tried to relax herself. She was terribly unhappy with all this mutant lark. She missed being able to give her mother a hug. Something she had done many times when her powers had been taken away from her. She missed being able to touch Bobby, she missed her life, which had been suddenly stolen from her for a second time.
Strolling down the hall, Rouge listened to the sounds of the corridor. Some people sleep, while others muttered to themselves. She reached Bobby's door and comtemplated knocking, before drawing her hand away and turning to carry on her walk. It was late and he was probably asleep. Maybe even dreaming dreams of Kitty Pryde. She shook her head, forcing herself to exculde that kind of thought from her head. She was his boyfriend, not Kitty's. She really needed to get over this jealousy thing, it really was not like her. Whatever happened to that strong, rebellious Rouge?
Who was she kidding. That girl died along time ago. She strived to get her back, but the harder she tried, the further she fell. She wanted so much to be the girl she had been before all this rediculus mutant stuff had happened to her. She just wanted to be an ordinary kid again.
She found herself approaching the lounge. Pushing the door open she gently let herself in, and jumped back, shocked to find she was not alone. She smiled up at Savannah Bennett, the girl she had heard so much about. The level five who had the whole institue up in arms. Marie remembered the first couple of days she had been in the institute, but even the mutant who could kill through touch didn't have as much gossip floating around about her as this girl. "Hey." She found herself saying as she sat down, uncomfortably on the couch. "Can't sleep?[/color]
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Post by savannah bennett on May 16, 2008 20:13:03 GMT
Savannah had long since got used to other mutants being afraid of her the moment they saw how powerful she was. They were petrified by the thought of a class 5 mutant being near them. However to others she knew she was the most tempting asset they could ever come across, with a flick of her mind she could turn an entire city, and all the souls inside it to dust. This was why most people were scared of her, because she could turn them to dust with barely a blink of an eye. That night her hair was tied back into a ponytail and on her body she wore her jeans that she had grabbed before leaving and a cardigan that her Mum had given her before she died. Apart from Michelle, her older sister that Anna had not heard from in three years, Savannah had no family left to speak of, so apart from Jasper and Alex there would be nobody to miss her if she were exterimated for her ability.
When Rogue walked in her atoms were all ommitting misery, and she could guess at the cause. Savannah felt so sorry for Marie, and she tried to think of a way that she could help. It must be horrible to fear touching the ones you cared for, or love. A small smile flickered on her features as she tapped into the deeper levels of her ability, shooting her eyes to Marie as she spoke. "No. You?" She asked as she once more ran through what she would have to do to make Rogue's problem go away, if only for the short time period when she was around, or in the vicinity of Savannah and she managed to concentrate.
Casting her eyes to the glove on Annemarie's hand she watched it disintergrate into nothing, it was just gone. Then she placed her own tiny hand into Rogue's and concentrated, manipulating the atoms that gave her her ability to shut down temporarily, like the cure had done but without the terrible sideeffects and it couldn't be bottled like the cure. "I thought you might like to touch for a while." Her grin formed as she retrieved her hand and swept a stray lock of her hair off her face. "Sorry if it creeped you out, I know it feels quite strange to have all your body re-programmed." In truth Savannah could turn a dog into a human, a table into a mirror. Everything made of atoms she could control, create or manipulate. At will. |
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Post by marie d’ancanto on May 16, 2008 20:43:38 GMT
"No. You?"
Rogue simply shook her head in response, and pushed her tired, weak body further into the couch letting her head sink down. She stared up at the ceiling, and watched it as it stayed absoultely still. She smiled, at least one thing in this place was reliable. She rolled her head around her neck and exhaled deeply. This was going to be one long night.
Rogue watched carefully as her companion stood up. Savannah had had it as hard, if not worse than Rogue had, but she still felt it was unfair. How come she was allowed to have relationships with people without the fear of killing them? No, that was unfair, Rogue was certain that Anna had these problems as well. Rogue was a level 4 mutant, one of the strongest before Jean Grey and this girl here. She knew what it was like to be talked about behind her back, to be taunted and teased. Rogue smiled lightly at Anna, her thought processes making her like her more and more.
Feeling something in her hand, Marie looked down. The glove she had so carefully placed on her hand before leaving her room was dissolving. She stared at it. Horror crossing her face. She looked around the room, paniced, searching for something, anything that she could wrap up her bare hand in. The hand that could cause so much pain, not only to the people around her, but herself as well. She stared at Savannah. Did she understand what she just did? Even a small element of physical contact with her for long enough could kill her.
Rogue shivered as she felt an abnormal feeling shot through her body. It was the same feeling she had just after taking the cure, and she had hated in then and she sure as hell hated it now. It felt like every small fibre of her being was being manipulated and changed. She shook her head, trying to get rid of that feeling. It was not painful, just uncomfortable. She felt slightly dizzy as well. She looked up at Savannah, questions in her eyes. What the hell was she doing to her?
Then the girl did something, unfathamable. Before Rogue had found the strenght and the energy to find something to wrap her hand in, she grabbed it. Holding her hand. Rogue closed her eyes, waiting for that familiar feeling of the other's person memories and powers to fill her body. She waited for the girl's strenght to transfer into her own, but it never happened. Rogue blinked in shock, what had she done to her? had she fixed her?
"I thought you might like to touch for a while."
Still blinking she stared at the tiny hand in her own. "It's temporary?" It had seemed all to good to be true. She watched the other girl carefully, not really understanding what she had done to her. How could she make it so she could touch people without killing them? Maybe the rumors about her level five origins were true after all. Rogue wrinkled her brow.
"Sorry if it creeped you out, I know it feels quite strange to have all your body re-programmed."
"Ok, What did you do to me? cause that does not seem healthy!" Rogue ripped her hand away from the small powerful girl and glated at her own bare hand. What had she done?[/color]
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Post by savannah bennett on May 16, 2008 20:55:13 GMT
The look of horror on the girls face was one that Savannah had seen countless times before, usually when healing people on the street. With the ability to manipulate atoms came also the ability to create them. Take someone dying of cancer. Anna could take away the damaged cells and replace them with healthy ones that were not full of the disease. That was what she had spent most of her youth doing once she was discovered what her ability was. She would turn herself invisible and then sneak into hospitals to cure patients with apparent terminal illnesses once she reviewed their case. If they had young children it was always a yes, if they were old and therefore meant to die she merely made her passing more comfortable by removing anything that could cause pain. This was the only way she could make herself feel better once she saw what she was for the first time. For godsakes she had almost killed her own mother when she was 10 because she lost control of her ability.
It was clear that Rogue had been waiting for the inevitable draw of Savannah's ability into her body and was amazed when it didn't come. In truth Anna could make the effects of her power permenant, could take away Rogue's ability forever without any chance of bringing it back unless she reprogrammed them all again. So when Rogue asked whether it was only temporary she weighed her answer carefully. "This time yes, however I could make it permenant, but before you I ask I wouldn't." Looking into the other girls eyes she tried to explain another way around Marie's problem that might help her in the future. "I could do that to you hundreds of times without any effect, now that I know which atoms belong to you, that's what I gathered from the touch, which means for you that if ever you want to touch somebody get a message to me and I'll reprogramme you for another space of time." Savannah refused to take away other mutant's powers completely, but she was happy to relieve them of them if they wished for it.
She laughed as the other girl snatched her hand back and said that what she had done was 'not healthy'. "It will cause no permenant damage, it's a quick and side-effectless fix that I can give you." Savannah was a class 5 and because of that she had ability that could go beyond the wildest imagination. She could do practically anything she wished, but she could not read thoughts. Which is why she often said the wrong thing or did the wrong thing. However this time she believed it to be right. Realising that Marie would probably like her glove back once her touching period was gone she turned a small hand to the air and fashioned a perfect replica from the air particles, turning them to leather and then molding them into a glove. "For later." She grinned as she handed it over. |
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Post by marie d’ancanto on May 16, 2008 21:35:30 GMT
Even though her powers were temporaily turned off, Rogue could still sense the magnitude of the power of the girl standing in front of her. She looked at her. Watching her. Carefully trying to figure out what her next move would be. She didn't quite understand. She couldn't. It was insane. The girl seemed to be more powerful than Xaiver, more powerful than anything, anyone she had ever met. She thought about the girl for a second. Watching her. Trying to work out what was happening. She looked in her eyes, trying to work out if she was really real. She could, after all, be the answer to Rogue's prayers.
"This time yes, however I could make it permenant, but before you I ask I wouldn't."
Rogue blinked in horror. She won't make it permanent? She won't save her life and make her normal. The one thing she carved most in the world. "Why not?" Rogue asked, taken aback by her comment. "You would save lives. I have kill...." Rogue took a deep breathe, she hated being reminded of the weeks after the cure wore off. The weeks of isoslation, of being trapped by herself. "I have killed simply by being in the same room as someone. I have no control.... Please.... I beg you.... fix me...." Rogue looked at Savannah with wide eyes. Pleaing, hoping she would fix her. Hoping she would at least try to make Rogue's life better.
"I could do that to you hundreds of times without any effect, now that I know which atoms belong to you, that's what I gathered from the touch, which means for you that if ever you want to touch somebody get a message to me and I'll reprogramme you for another space of time."
Rogue looked at the girl with wide eyes. Maybe there was still hope yet. Even if she wouldn't cure her now, maybe in the future. Savannah showed no signs of relenting, but at least this meant that if Rogue got out of control again, there was someone in this place who would be able to stablise her. Someone who could stop her from killing everyone around her. Rogue looked at the girl. A smile forming on her lips. One of the first smiles the girl had displayed since her return to the institute. "Thank you... for that anyway, but i really hope you reconsider... I mean... I am dangerous.... to everyone around me.... people i love."
"It will cause no permenant damage, it's a quick and side-effectless fix that I can give you."
She nodded, at least that was more then the other so-called cure she had used had promised. She nodded, watching as another glove formed in the air, relief spread onto her face. She was worried she was going to have to buy a new pair. She grasped hold of it and shoved it in her pocket, before pulling off the other and letting her hand breathe. She smiled and touched Savannah's bare skin. Revelling in the touch. "Thank you." She repeated, carefully trying to formulate a plan to make the girl make her gift a permanent one.[/color]
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Post by savannah bennett on May 19, 2008 14:34:46 GMT
Savannah could feel the girls amazement at her ability level, and for a moment she felt like rolling her eyes. She was a class 5, of course she was going to be powerful, it was running through her like some kind of virus. It was why those who could properly sense abilities ran from her like she was a curse. She wished that she had less power but she admitted that it came in handy at times, when she could do favours or take down people twice her size. Her brain worked at double time to try and keep up with the strain she often put her body through, such as the experiment she planned to do tomorrow if it was rainy. She was going to try and set her temperature to the highest it could.
She felt a faint tug of pity for Rogue when the girl appeared to beg her to try and take away her ability permenantly, but with a heart as strong as hers it would not be accepted by Anna's morals. She had strength of mind that was not easy to trick, and even if Marie did manage it she would just give her the power back one way or another. If she so wished Anna could reprogramme a different ability into everyone, by manipulating his or her chromosomes to possess a different mutation. "There's nothing wrong with you Rogue. You're power could be so strong if you stopped thinking of it as a curse." Anna knew that she was definitely pot calling the kettle black. She always thought of her ability as a curse. She wished she were less powerful because with power came responsibility, and responsibility had always been something that she did her best to shirk at all possible times.
Savannah hated the thought of being responsible for anything. During all her time on earth she had tried to get out of this, or slipped her way through that. It was a definite flaw in her personality, one that would cause her a lot of problems in later life. If something went wrong she always shrugged it off and said it wasn’t her fault, which was why Nightscream was such a danger to her and to everyone else around her. Because if she lost control and the other side of her hurt someone she knew she would feel no guilt or remorse because there was a perfect get out clause in ‘it wasn’t me’. Three simple words could change everything.
Some might think that Savannah was ‘all powerful’ or ‘unbelievable’ but in truth she was not. The majority of her ability had long since been locked away behind a mental wall she had requested the Professor put up to cage the beast within her. Therefore as Savannah she would barely class as a 4 with the amount of power she could harness. It was only when the mental block fell away that her true power was unleashed. But as she never wished for that to happen again she was fighting with all her strength to make sure she was trained enough to keep it away. Anna liked her ability when it couldn’t hurt anybody. She could make things change; she could take other people’s pain away and play around with the elements. It was Nightscream that could take out cities with a blink and murder in cold blood.
It was for this very reason that even if she had been unable to stop Rogue draining her she would only have got the class 4 Savannah’s ability, instead of the class 5. If Anna couldn’t even access her full ability no one else could. If anyone tried they would hit block after block, and if they did get through they would be stuck dealing with a very pissed off beast that had been caged for over 8 years at that point. She cut off Rogue’s pleading in her mind and just gave no reaction to it. She would not take away her ability permenantly, not then, not ever.
When Marie touched her cheek she merely smiled in response and went as still as stone underneath her hand, allowing the other girl free reign to marvel at the lack of her ability as much as she wanted. Savannah was used to being prodded and poked by people over the years. Most recently by the Professor who was very good at getting into her head whenever he wanted to. She often felt his presence just checking that the walls were still there and she very often had the urge to answer within her own head just to make him aware that she knew he was there, but she never did. He did it for her own good so why should she make it harder on him? Her mind was a dark and scary place, she didn’t envy him having to pick through it day in day out. |
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