School for Heroes (Year Two)

Chapter twenty-six: What Now?

"My name isn't Martian." M'gaan said. He barley blinked at her response.

"I ask again. Do you remember what happened?" M'gaan shook her head slowly. She did remember, when the school was torn apart, and Conner kissing her briefly before throwing her through a portal. She remembered trying to use her powers and go back but something went wrong....and here she was.

Where was she?

"We may have some herbs that will help. I am W'Kabi." The man said.

"Megan." W'Kabi chuckled, muttering something under his breath.

"Come with me. If you cannot walk then fly; we did an evaluation of your powers while you were unconscious." M'gaan blinked in surprise, but followed W'Kabi as she was asked.

"You are in the Kingdom of Wakanda; and no, you are not in your world, before you ask. Our science division is putting together a plan to connect with the other dimensions."

"Could you find Connor?" M'gaan asked hopefully. W'Kabi rolled his eyes, but nodded.

"Yes. We can. But first we must let everyone heal, regain their strength. We are not going to overcome the anarchy unless first we destroy the chaos the brews within us." W'Kabi stopped in front of a balcony.

"King T'Challa has ordered all warriors to assist the students with their training when they are ready. Princess Shuri has offered to oversee the training sessions." W'Kabi turned to M'gaan.

"Whenever you are ready, they will assist you with your powers. Queen Ororo has even offered to come and help the mutants, along with Jean Gray and Emma Frost." M'gaan nodded.

"Of course. But may I speak to uh...King T'Chaka was it?"

"T'Challa. T'Chaka was his father. Never less, the answer is still no. King T'Challa is in a very important meeting as we speak. Afterwards he will be joining scientists to help sort out this mess everyone seems to be in." W'Kabi turned and left M'gaan alone on the balcony. M'gaan sighed, looking out on the country. It was beautiful, it really was. It was simpler than the back home through, but she liked that.

"I hope you're safe Connor." M'gaan said, before walking after W'Kabi in order to train.

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Location: Hero High; pocket dimension

Raven Darkholme stood and listened to the screams of the captured. She didn't like listening to their screams; it wasn't like she listened to it as a lullaby. That being said, it was...therapeutic.

"Why won't they give anything up?" She whispered.

"Because they are foolish." Raven smiled slightly.

"Princess Azula. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Azula smirked.

"You owe me nothing Raven. I only wish to speak to you." Raven snorted. She knew very well that she wanted something. For now, she would just wait for it.

"You wonder why they won't give anything up? Because they have hope. Hope that the heroes will come in and save them, getting them away from this pain. They have faith, that someone will save them. That someone will kick down this door and end it all. They love clinging to this belief of theirs, they love the frustration we have about not being able to break them. They think themselves strong. Noble. Kind-hearted. But everyone has a snapping point eventually." Raven enjoyed the dark look in Azula's eyes. It screamed for power, for control. She could respect that.

"They're stalling?" Raven asks. Azula shook her head.

"No. Stalling would include fake information. Misleading us. They are playing hero. Which is worse." Raven stood up straight.

"We aren't breaking them the right way." Azula smirked.

"You think? Well, if you have an idea...go for it." Raven adjusted her gloves and walked into the prison.

Right now, Raven realized that she didn't have a say on what people thought of her. Not as a mutant; but as an actual person. Personality wise.

If Alex McCoy told her story, she would be a villain. If Hank, oh beautiful sweet Hank told her story, she would be misguided. If Kurt Wagner told her story, she would be gone.

She had no say in what people said about her. Who lived in her story. Who she killed. Who told the story even. Only what happened, and only what she did.

So Raven walked right up to Donatello Hamato, looking like his perfect brother Leonardo, and bent down right in front of him.

"Hey Donnie."

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So listening to Hamilton is apparently good motivation. Through I'm trying real hard not to cry. Especially at the end.

"He aims his pistol at the sky--WAIT!!" *boom*

"Who lives who dies who tells your story...."

So, just a heads up, I am a little scrambled right now, my grades are not the best, end of the year projects are coming up, so I will probably be missing for awhile. Not long, hopefully.

P.S. You know the lanyards? Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D lanyards? I got one for my birthday. It's pretty great.

Peace.