"Maybe it's shapeshifting!"

"Or some kind of cool mutated physical form, like Rahne when she's half-wolf!"

"Hey!"

"Or, maybe she can shoot electricity bolts, like Ray can! Ain't that right, Berzerker ol' pal?"

"*Snarl* Shut up, Drake."

"Charming."

This has been going on for about three hours now, minus forty-five minutes for lunch (which, by the way, was absolutely delicious). We've covered every last possible mutation, from basic flight or telekinesys to remote object teleportation, ability to travel back and forth in time or super-intelligence. Hmph. Thought I had that one already. *Sigh*. In any case...

"Hey, listen up! I've been thinking, how about we ask Cyke if he had any strange eye condition before he went all ballistic."

"Okay, but you'll ask him."

"No, you will."

"No, you will."

"You."

"You!"

"It was your idea."

"No, it was your idea."

"*Sigh* Guys..."

Both Bobby and Sam glare at each other, then at me. "Sorry", they mutter at the same time.

I roll my eyes. "You guys have been going on like this forever. Can we please discuss something else now before my head blows up?"

"But it's so fun! You know, unleashing our creative potential! Makes the time go by easier you know!"

If looks could kill, then I'd be doing a happy dance over Amara's grave by now. "Look. This may be cool for you, but I'm starting to feel like a little lab rat here. End of discussion. Capiche?"

Very, very reluctant, the others agree. Well, spank you very much.

Suddenly, Roberto glares at his watch. "Oh no."

"'Oh no' what?" I ask.

"Only ten minutes left til training", he answers.

"Training?" Rats. I hoped I'd be able to find a trick and skip training this afternoon. If it's half as bad as this morning, then I won't live to know which my second mutation is.

Before I know it, the others scramble through the door. Rahne quickly puts on her uniform; since I'm already wearing mine, there's no problem with that.

New recruits, please report to the entrance hall for instructions regarding this afternoon's training.

That was Xavier's voice, again coming from the PA system. Hmm... if this place had a cool DJ, one that would play songs on request and give dedications to-

"Planet Earth calling Blue-Eyes! Come on, we're late!"