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"I feel a mutant near by… but where…? There. She's at Bayside High," Professor Xavier muttered softly. He'd been using cerebro for three hours now trying to pinpoint a new mutant's location.

It was a normal Saturday afternoon… besides for the girl going to school, breaking in, and climbing the stairs to the room. She stood there with her eyes closed, arms spread wide. A slight breeze picked up, ruffling her short azure hair, the two long strands flailing around her small hips. The girl was glowing.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

She spun around to see a boy with shoulder-length brown hair. He wore punk/bad ass clothes that made him seem tough. She resumed her original pose and said, "You should not startle a girl like zat…"

"You sound like Kurt… stupid mutant," he muttered bitterly.

"Excuse me?"

He held his hands up in mock surrender. "Not you, him."

"I do not know vhat you are talkink about . You confuse me. Go avay."

"Is that any way to talk to a friend?"

"Yes, it is. Go avay."

"Come on! Why're you so pissy?"

"Because she doesn't like you!"

They both look up to find people in a black jet, one of which had a visor and was sliding down a rope. She growled, "I ask for vone to go avay and vhat happens? More come… Just leave me ALONE!"

"Ve are here to help you!" a blue guy shouted back.

The girl raised her hand, a ball of light growing. "Stay avay or die. Zat is your choice. I don't vanna go into ze dark…"

The blue guy had disappeared and reappeared next to the brown-haired guy in a cloud of purple smoke that smelled of brimstone. Now that she got a closer look, she saw that he was actually covered in blue fur, had indigo hair, and three fingers and two toes. His demonic tail swung from side to side.

"A-a demon!" the girl declared, silver eyes widening. Then she nodded and said, "I'll go vith you."

Both boys stared at her in shock at her decision but the brunette snapped out of it first.

"Why're you going on his side!" he yelled angrily.

She narrowed her eyes at him in a frightening glare. "You look like an angel, perfect in every aspect. I hate angels. Zey believe zat zey are better zan everyvone else and vill do anyzink to keep it zat vay. Zey are cruel, heartless creatures who cause nozink but pain for mortals who look like zem."

The girl then took a step toward them both. "But demons try to help people. For a price, of course, but zey do try. Zey live zeir lives in pain, regrettink vhat zey had done if zey did anyzink. Zis vone here is innocent and good. I can tell..."

By that time, the blue 'demon' had gone completely purple from embarrassment while the 'angel' was read in fury. The brunette made a hunk of concrete rise up and he hurled it at the azure-haired girl. The blue guy had contemplated that a split-second before the action had taken place and tan toward her, grabbed her in a hug/tackle, and 'bamph'ed into the jet as it took off, leaving the angry brunette in a puff of blue smoke.

Inside the jet, everyone was asking the new girl questions. So many, in fact, that she had trouble wondering which she should answer first. "Um… perhaps you could ask vone and zen I could ansver?" she suggested.

The white-faced girl asked, "Wha'cha name, sugah?"

"Zey call me all sorts of names… but ze vone I like best is Spirit."

"Nice ta meet'cha. Ah'm Rogue, the one with the visor is Scott or Cyclops, the redhead is Jean, the blue guy is Kurt or Nightcrawler, and the man at the wheel is Logan or Wolverine."

"It is nice to meet you all." Spirit bowed to show respect before asking, "Vhere are you takink me?"

"Back to ze institute. Zere, you vill meet Professor Charles Xavier. You'll like him. He is nice…" Kurt replied.

She asked again, "Like a demon?"

"Wha'ju say 'bout th' professa?" Rogue challenged, balling her hands into fists.

"I vant to know if he is nice like a demon."

Kurt said, "Calm down, Rogue. She is meaning 'demon' in a good vay. Angels are ze zinks zat she zinks are bad. Spirit, ze professor is like a demon. But he doesn't vant anyzing in return for himself. Instead, he trains us to use our povers to help humans and mutants."

"Ah… I understand. I vould like to meet him zen."

"Ya sound like th' elf. Ya German too?" Logan asked, keeping his eyes on the skies ahead.

Spirit looked at him and said, "Um, ja. I am German but… who is ze elf?"

"I am. I mean, zat is vhat he calls me."

She looked at Kurt and suddenly noticed his ears. They were pointy. Giggling softly, she nodded in understanding.

He grinned and said, "Vanna see somezink cool?" And his ears began to wiggle, bringing her giggles into silvery laughs of joy.

"Alright, alright… calm down. We're almost there," Scott said, giving them a small smile.

Kurt muttered, "Joy killer."

"Grumpmeister…" murmured Spirit.

The two Germans began to laugh even more and even Rogue gave a small chuckle. Jean also giggled and Logan just smirked as he landed the jet.