Edward Kelly moments after meeting Magneto for the first time.
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Edward Kelly swallowed his last meal back down and tried to think of anything but the taste of bile and stomach acid.
“Welcome to the three D’s of teleportation, Principal Kelly,” said a blurred figure that was somehow all shades of aqua. “Dizzyness, disorientation and debilitating nausea.” The figure held something under his nose.
The scent of citrus assaulted him, but at least it made the bile go down.
He blinked away tears. “He said… Destiny told him… I’d destroy his people.”
The figure helping him was androgynous and pretty much aqua from head to foot. Her hair was a boring brown with a tendency to go off in its own directions. It was the eyes and the accent that tipped him off. “Sara Louise Adrien?”
“Now he remembers my name…” she muttered.
“When did you turn green?”
“I like to think of myself as a little bit blue-ish, but that’s not important right now. The Destiny that man -his name’s Magneto, by the by- that man was talking about? She’s a person. Another mutant like him. And us. Destiny is a precognitive mutant. Me? I blend into the scenery.” While she was talking, she hustled him gently towards the fire escape. He couldn’t help noticing that the arm she used to guide him was matching his tweed coat.
She noticed and smiled. “Yeah, that happens when I’m distracted. I’m working on it.”
“You’re all mutants?”
“Yes. Based on fighting fire with fire. Magneto and his henchpeople believe that ordinary humans such as yourself should be eliminated in order to achieve true mutant freedom. The opposite number - us - are rather fond of ordinary humans and would rather not see them go.”
“But… you’re green.”
“And Nightcrawler looks like a demon, but he’s an absolute sweetie regardless of looks.” She helped him down the stairs. As fast as he could go. Her frantic body-speak told him she could go faster.
“You’re green…”
“Do you have an objection to people of color?”
Edward sputtered and blushed. “How are you… your normal colour in the daytime?”
“Rude question number five. Good choice,” Sara chirped. Something big knocked a hole in the stairs. “Oh dear.”
“Can you jump that far?”
“Yes, and I can do it carrying you.”
“Carrying me?”
“You’ll be over my shoulder. It’s the only way.”
“I’m not good with heights.”
“I’m worse,” said Sara. “But I’d rather be bad at heights on the ground, wouldn’t you?”
He swallowed, and nodded. She took him up into a fireman’s carry and measured her running space with her feet.
“Scared?” she trembled.
“Spitless.”
“Do what I do,” she said. “Close your eyes.” And then she leaped.
It was only when she landed that he found out she wasn’t joking.