[X-Men + East Side Witches] Pagan

The author has something to say: Hey, open your mind...

When Greta saw the man who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, she hadn't put down the knife in her hand.

The tip of the knife was stuck in the middle of a man's throat, and the blood spurted out was like a small fountain, making a gurgling sound.She held the handle tightly with her hand, and the entire blade almost pierced the man's neck.

Seeing someone coming, she was startled, let go of the handle of the knife, and took two steps back towards the end of the alley.

Then she raised her hand, and the knife fell back into her palm in an instant.

"Wow, are you killing people?" The person who came was a boy with a lollipop in his mouth. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a silver jacket and strange goggles. There was a dimple on his face when he smiled.He was not afraid of the dead at all, he was like a silent ghost in such a dark night, shuttled into this alley, and watched all the crimes Greta committed.

Greta's face was full of vigilance and hostility: "Who are you?"

"Ah, I am," the boy scratched his hair, "put down the knife first, I won't hurt you."

Girls don't believe it.

"I'll take it if you don't let it go." The boy smiled all over his face, "So, let's be peaceful?"

The girl felt threatened, she was silent for a moment, let go of the handle of the knife, and threw it on the ground half a meter away from her.If you want to pick it up again, you only need to move your mind, so Greta is not afraid.

"This is not the first person you have killed." The boy tilted his head and said with a smile, "There was a murder case on September 9, did you do it?"

Greta didn't nod or shake her head. She looked at the boy in front of her coldly, not sure what he meant.

The boy smiled very good-naturedly, he stretched out his hand, and made a very gentlemanly but funny gesture of invitation: "You killed two people and escaped the search of the mastermind, so Professor X invites you to come with me for a while." Come on." He spread his hands, palms up, as if waiting for the girl to put her hand on it.

Greta's expression didn't change, her eyes didn't move, and she grabbed the dagger directly in the air.

The girl who grabbed the dagger became much more at ease. She looked at the boy with an unsurprised expression and even a smile on her face, turned the tip of the knife around, and stabbed at him!

The other party watched him rushing towards him, motionless, as if he didn't intend to avoid it.

In the next second, the girl fell to the ground.

That was in the blink of an eye, the boy's figure seemed to move, but it seemed that he hadn't moved at all, as if he had never made a move.

He looked at the girl lying on the ground, raised his eyebrows with satisfaction, and stepped forward to hug her up.The weather turned cold, and she wore a thick coat, but when held in her arms, it weighed nothing.

The boy was slightly surprised, but he didn't stop walking, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

When Greta woke up, it was bright outside.

Disturbed by a bout of severe hunger, unable to go on to sleep, she rolled reluctantly to her feet.

Then, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar environment, this place was like a dormitory, the interior decoration was very simple, with wooden floors, wooden tables, chairs and wooden window lattices, and she was lying on a big soft bed in the middle of the room.

The spring is bright outside the window, and the green grass stretches endlessly, extending to the forest at the end.

Many children around her age were sitting on the grass reading books, and some were playing basketball and archery. Everyone was smiling and seemed to be living happily.

She watched in silence for a while, and suddenly heard someone say in her ear: "Hey, so you're awake? I thought you were going to sleep until night!"

The voice was so cheerful that it startled Greta. She turned her head suddenly and saw the boy in the jacket from last night.

"Hello," the boy said with a smile, revealing a deep dimple on his face, "I'm Pietro, and your name is Greta, right? Jean has already told us, oh I mean, you're welcome Xavier School for the Gifted."

Greta's eyes turned cold, and she grabbed the lamp by the bed and was about to smash it.

However, in the next second, her action was terminated.

The desk lamp was placed on the bedside table intact, she lowered her raised hand and made a non-aggressive gesture of waiting for a high-five, while the boy named Pietro seemed to have done it all with just moving his fingers.

He also imitated Greta's movements, and said with a playful smile: "Come and clap your hands!"

"You!" Greta's eyes widened, and she was about to get angry.

She couldn't feel the fluctuation of magic, but the lamp just disappeared from her hand.She gritted her teeth and found that the dagger had left her sight, so she asked through gritted teeth, "Can you control time? Who are you!"

"Me? I'm not that capable." Pietro said with a smile, and then he conjured a tray out of his hand as if nothing had happened, "Eat something? Professor X has asked me to prepare it for you."

The milk, bread, bacon and fried eggs on the tray are hot and exude the aroma of food.

Greta was already hungry, but she didn't want to be spineless, even if the other party didn't have no hostility towards her.

After a while, she raised her eyes, stared coldly at the smiling boy, and said forcefully, "You haven't answered me yet, who are you? What the hell is this place? And the professor X you keep mentioning?" Who are you and why are you arresting me?"

Pietro imitated her appearance, blinked rather meanly, and said with a smile: "Scared?"

"answer me!"

"Okay, Professor X is Charles, the principal of this school." Pietro said, "This is a school full of mutants, so don't be afraid, everyone is the same. What brought you here is Because you killed someone, humans will punish you."

Seeing that the girl didn't speak, Pietro sat down beside her bed carelessly, and handed over the plate: "You should have something to eat, you must have been hungry for a long time."

Greta didn't speak, but took the plate, lowered her head, and slowly ate the bread and bacon.

She chewed very slowly, thinking while eating, but she couldn't come up with a clue after thinking for a long time, so she raised her head again, looked at Pietro who seemed to be waiting for her to ask a question, and said, "You said that the people here are all mutants. man, what do you mean?"

"Mutants," Pietro laughed, "it's just that everyone...is a bit weird and has some superpowers."

Greta exhaled lightly. She understood the crux of the problem, so she tried to explain to the other party: "I'm not a mutant, and I'm leaving here now. And my mother is gone. This matter is urgent."

"What a coincidence, my dad just didn't recognize me." Pietro was as happy as meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land. If she hadn't occupied her hand for breakfast, he might have reached out to shake it.

Even if Greta didn't understand at all that he lost his mother and his father didn't recognize him.

Pouring the last sip of milk into her mouth, Greta felt tired and thought she had recovered a lot of physical strength. When she was full of energy, her strength was more than ten times that of last night. She was very confident that she could recover from this ghost. place to run out.

But this Pietro got in the way.

Greta rolled her eyes slowly, thinking about how to distract him.

"Are you full?" Pietro was very enthusiastic. After sending away the plate in the blink of an eye, he returned to Greta's room with two candies in his hand, "Here is the caramel, X The professor is waiting for you, let's go find him."

This person is too fast, and there is no way to get rid of him without some methods.

Greta's mind was spinning wildly, but since she was a child, she was more than cruel but not enough-minded. For this reason, she was often scolded by her mother with nine lives. Apart from the troublesome spirit, her family's status passed down from generation to generation has brought her little convenience.

They can still be called mutants, and there are special schools to study, but what about themselves?

It's the real thing, the son of the devil who is as good as a fake.

Still kind of useless.

"However, why kill if you can't find your mother?" Pietro asked.

Greta raised her eyes and glanced at the other party, seeing that he was earnestly asking for advice, and he didn't seem to have contempt or anger at her murder, so she let go of her guard: "I asked a lot of people for help, and they all I had contact with my mother, but no one would help me, and even came to my house to steal what my mother left behind. That person was my mother’s enemy last night, and he did it first, so I killed him .”

"It's so strange," Pietro crossed his arms, and walked up to her in a flash, "You look very young, but your expression is quite mature."

Greta still looked serious: "I'm already 20 years old."

Pietro took a closer look at the other party. She wore a neat ponytail last night, and now she has slept through the night. She put her long hair down and draped it over her shoulders, which gave her a more mature look.

But he still curled his lips deliberately to be annoying: "I can't tell! I'm eighteen, and you look younger than me."

Greta's eyes widened, as if new and old grudges were to be settled together.

But Pietro laughed so hard, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After a while, the two walked into the hall together.Greta noticed that many people were watching them, but children were children, and their curious eyes were naked and undisguised.Pietro happily greeted a few people he knew, and introduced to them: "This is a new classmate, her name is Greta Borchanpu, and she is from the East District."

Greta looked at the blue-skinned boy with a tail, which was somewhat visually shocking. She quickly looked away, followed Pietro with her head down, and hurried towards Professor X's office.

The office is at the end of the corridor, bright and quiet. Seeing how it was filled with sunlight, Greta suddenly had an idea.

Sunshine and food are her sources of energy, so she seized the right timing, clenched her fists, and a silver light suddenly shone in her eyes, and her pupils began to shrink to the size of pinpoints, turning from brown to sharp silver.

Pietro didn't notice her, and said to himself: "This is Professor X's office, and Hank and the others should be there."

At this moment, the entire sky suddenly darkened, and groups of dark clouds swarmed in, instantly covering the sky.

Relying on the sunlight, the teaching building, which has not been turned on for the time being, is also shrouded in sudden darkness. For a moment, you can't see your fingers.

Pietro snorted, "Is it cloudy?"

While he was distracted, Greta ran towards the hall with all her strength.

She didn't dare to stop, and ran out of the corridor in one breath, bypassing the students who were amazed at the sky, ran out of the hall door in three steps at a time, and then ran towards the school gate.

There was a strong wind outside, and it was a time when it was so gloomy and scary, but Greta knew that she could only control the weather for a few minutes, and the sun was about to shine through the clouds soon!

Just as she was about to run into the woods in one breath, a figure in a silver jacket suddenly appeared beside her, and a voice that sounded like hell to her, although cheerful: "Hey, you control the weather? You It’s too powerful, how did you do it?”

Greta didn't dare to stop. She ignored the people around her and just kept her head buried and continued to run wildly, but no matter how she ran, the man always followed her half a step away without blushing or panting. Little, like playing a game of cat and mouse.

"Hey Pietro, take her back quickly." Just as Greta was flustered, another voice sounded.

There was a bang, black smoke rose, and a blue figure appeared in front of the two of them, it was the boy with the tail that looked like a devil.He was wearing a dark sweater, and he could show his fangs when he smiled.

Greta stopped, panting and holding her knees, feeling hopeless.

She didn't run very far at all!

Seeing her annoyance, Pietro smiled and said, "Everyone here can run faster than you, so you should rest for a while."