Hello! This is my first X-men fan fic so I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it! :D This character and really this chapter isn't mine but my best friend's Shadow Micnight. Check her stories out they're awesome.

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Lighting Dark Fire's

Shadow Whisperer

Fandasa

A white haired girl runs into the dark alley way, shielding her arm from the once harmful rays of the sun. She takes in several desperate and painful gasps, clutching her arm though the pain was hardly purged. She leans against the wall and slides down it making little or no sound. It's not long before the pain numbs and she is able to inch her long black sleeves up to examine the wound. Slowly she inches the cloth up, feeling the agonizing pain return. Inch by inch it rises until with one final and frantic jerk she yanks the sleeve up. It looked terrible. The skin was swollen and half a dozen blisters had already formed on the outer edges of the burn. The burn ran almost as deep as the bone and her sleeve was covered in a rich crimson blood. Why had she? Why had she allowed this burn to be?

Suddenly she hears footsteps. The footsteps of two people; a man and a woman. The whispers enter her head again. The shadows utter their opinions as they had so many time before. The footsteps grew louder as they approached and the girl became tenser. Her shoulder's stiffened as she listened to the shadows speak o her. The man and the woman arrived. The man stood tall and strong with thick mutton chops and a funny looking hair doo. A scowl was plastered on his face while the woman stared at him in disapproval. She also stood tall with short white hair. The girl's attention turned toward her. She had a strong connection with the psychics and somehow this made the girl's blood boil.

"Hello. I'm Storm and I'm here to help." She leaned down to where the girl sat crouched over. The girl gave no reply. Her legs didn't shake but they were petrified. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." Storm held out a hand but the girl just shrunk back. She listened to what the shadows had to say. While some screeched at the presence of one with such a psychic connection there were two voices that rang above them all. 'It's okay." 'You can trust them' the sounds echoed in her mind. She closed her eyes gave an unseen thankful smile. Now she knew what to do.

"Common. It's okay. I've been looking for a long time for you and I'd like to show you a school for special people like yourself" Storm stood over her. Slowly but surely the girl reached up from her shied position and took Storm's hand. The two of them walked toward the awaiting helicopter. As they passed the man he bent mere centimeters and sniffed the girl but she didn't miss it. Quickly she jumped away from him and shrunk away behind storm. "Wolverine! Did you just smell this girl?"

Wolverine growled as a confirmation. "She smells funny. Like sulfur."

"I don't care what she smells like! Don't smell her!" Storm shunned him. This girl couldn't help but listen to the shadow's amused comments on this and she herself felt a sort of humor. All three stepped on to the helicopter waiting to get home, back to school. The girl sunk down into a dark corner, gazing at the shadows and guessing their thoughts. It wasn't long before she felt relaxed enough to let her eyes close. As they say 'you give a man an inch and he'll take a mile' the girl fell asleep.

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"Professor…" She asked with a heart filled question in mind.

"What is it Camorra?" Professor Charles Xavier answered the girl who walked beside him.

She seemed a little reluctant to ask the question that had been digging at her for a while now. " Why is it that… Well, you said that I would never be able to control Ceribro and well… I'm just kind of wondering…. You know…"

"Why?" He finished the question for her will a kind expression. "Camorra you understand that I even have a very hard time accessing it. Cerribro takes an incredible amount of concentration."

"But that's not it is it? I mean anyone can concentrate if they work at it right? I'm a psychic but…"

"There are different types of Psychics my dear. You happen to be a very rare type. A body psychic and though you may never recover from your more powerful state, you will still be a strong young woman. But Ceribro is more acquit for psychics like me, who uses their power outside of the body. Understand?"

Still the girl Camorra felt insignificant. Why does the world need her when they have psychics like Professor Xavier? She shied away from the topic onto another, hoping to forget how much power she didn't have.

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The girl's eyes opened to the sight of bright glowing lights and her eyes slammed back down in pain.

"Sorry." She heard a voice she didn't quite recognize. "I know you especially didn't like that. "The girl felt the light move away and her eyelids darkened a little more. As she tried to open them she found them aching and pulsing. She jerked her arm, remembering the pain she once felt for it to find it still hadn't been tended too.

"Oh! Sorry about your arm too. I'll try and fix that right now. The red headed woman walked over in front of the girl. She held out her hand and the girl flinched. "Once again sorry. Can I see your arm?" The girl looked unsure at the bright red haired woman. However just as she had gone along with Storm she went along with this woman. She held out her arm, expecting pain and turning her shy gaze away. The woman cut away the sleeve that had drifted back down on the wound with a fine pair of scissors. The red head flopped the filthy black cloth off and began to wrap a bandage around it, finishing not but a few moments later. "Okay. I need to be right back so stay here okay?" The girl nodded, acknowledging her. With that she scurried out of the room.

The girl gazed around the white and very bright room and in her black attire and shadowy nature it made her feel uncomfortable. Despite the brightness of the room the shadows were still very present and vivid to her. Their whispers taunted her and peaked her curiosity as to where she was exactly and where that nice lady Storm was now.

Suddenly a dark flowing cloud appeared out of nowhere and with is a blue creature. His tail waved back and forth and she found herself staring at it.

"Oh I'm sorry. I was looking for Dr. Grey. But I can see she's not here forgive me." He exclaimed but she couldn't take her eyes off that tail. "My name's Night crawler… but I suppose you can call me Curt." He introduced himself, holding out a gentle hand. "And you? What's your name? The girl felt an immense wave of courage and heat pushed on by the shadows as she took his hand.

"Triscadeca. But my friends call me Trisa."

"My pleasure to meet you, Trisa."

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"Camorra!" Rouge shouted, catching up to the hot pink haired girl. "Hey, is there something wrong with you? You haven't been yourself all day what's up?"

She looked over at Rouge standing beside her. "I'm just… out of it I guess, I don't know."

"Liar." Rouge accused. "I can tell. It's more than that."

Camorra sighed. "It's just my powers, they're bugging me."

"Is something up? Camorra I don't even know what your powers are…"

"It's nothing. I can just sometimes levitate…"

"Well that's something! Common, what's really wrong?" Rouge persisted.

"I can only levitate a few centimeters and well… I just feel like sometimes I'm not useful. Like my powers are the lamest ever. I used to be so much more powerful and now… I'm so pathetic."

"Camorra. If there's one thing you're not, it's pathetic and a few centimeters isn't bad. But… what did you mean more powerful when you were younger?"

She smiles remembering and flicking around her also bright pink tail. "I just remember doing so much stuff. I'm a body psychic so not only could I levitate but I changed the natural color of my hair color to hot pink. Now it's like that forever. I grew this tail and… and now all I can do is maybe make my pinky finger wrinkly."

Rouge looked at her with sympathy. "I'm sure someday you'll be able to learn again Camorra."

Camorra gave her a warm smile but in the back of her mind she felt a great doubt.

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Curt seemed interested in Trisa. "Do you mind if I ask what you power is?" Once again Trisa's eyes were fixed on Curt's fluttering, waving tail.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She remember the many rejections she had gotten from telling anyone before.

"I teleported into this room an I'm blue. Try me."

She smiled at that one. Mostly because it was true. "I can listen to shadows."

"The shadows?"

She nods confirming it. "Each one is a living, breathing creature. They know things. Their knowledge could surpass the knowledge of everyone here combined. That's probably just because they've lived so long and they're everywhere. " She fully gazes into his face for the first time and notices the markings engraved on his face. "Oh. May I?"

"Sure."

Trisa reached out her palms to feel the strange markings on his skin. She couldn't help but notice and recognize the symbols. Her fingers stretched to feel the way they curved. "This is Enochian is it not?"

He nods. "The language of the angels."

"I see." She examines them more. "That's also how the shadows speak."

"Intriguing… oh. I must go right now." He says has he glances at the clock.

"Will I see you again?" She hopes desperately to hear a yes, a positive answer.

He smiles a gentle soft smile. "I hope so."

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Once again HUGE shout out to Shadow Micnight. She's awesome and defiantly inspired this story with her creativeness. Hope you enjoyed this! Watch out for further chapters and chao for now!