yo guys and girls just two more chapter and her suffering will started i promise
any suggestion are welcome
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Rize wiped the sweat from her brow forcing herself to stand. Her legs trembled under her, not from weakness, but from the storm of adrenaline crashing through her system. She moved quickly now, weaving through the side paths behind the school, keeping low, avoiding the open spots she need To get out of here, the main gate was a no-go. That's exactly where Jean and her little crew would be searching. Rize wasn't stupid she wasn't going to walk straight into the lion's den.
Which meant… the fence.
She jogged through the back of the school, keeping low, her hood still pulled over her head
Her heart thumped faster with every step.
Reaching the edge of the school grounds, she eyed the tall metal fence that separated her from freedom. Rust clung to the bars, and thorny vines twisted through the links like claws.
"Guess I'm climbing," she muttered under her breath.
She grabbed the fence, fingers wrapping tightly around the cold metal. Her muscles tensed as she pulled herself up, her boots slipping once against the wire. But she didn't stop. She couldn't.
Halfway up, a voice echoed faintly behind her.
"Hey! Wait!"
That voice. It cut through the air like a blade. Rize didn't even need to look to know who it was. Jean.
She hesitated, one hand gripping the fence, her other balling into a fist at her side.
Keep going—climb. Run.
But something in her mind stopped her. A voice. Not hers. Like a whisper in the back of her thoughts, quiet but firm.
Stop.
She wanted to ignore it. She tried to ignore it. Her fingers tightened on the rusted fence, nails digging into the cold metal, but her body refused to move.
Ah—get out of my head! she screamed inwardly.
And just like that, the voice disappeared. But it was too late.
They were already there.
Jean stood a few steps away, flanked by Scott, Rogue, and Jubilee. Their expressions were cautious, concerned. Not threatening—but not casual either. Like they'd just stumbled across something that shouldn't exist.
But Jean… Jean's eyes were focused. Sharp. Searching.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she said gently, hands raised. "I just want to talk."
Rize's heart pounded. "Why?"
Jean tilted her head. "Because I can't read your thoughts. Not clearly."
Rize scoffed, voice thick with forced disbelief. "Wait—you can hear people's thoughts? That's insane. You're like… a total freak."
She knew exactly what Jean meant, of course. But playing dumb seemed safer than admitting anything.
Jean didn't flinch. "I can. Do you know what a mutant is, Rize?"
Rize crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Yeah, I know. So what?"
She took a step back. "To be very clear, I'm just a normal girl. Nothing to do with all that mutants stuff. So why don't you all leave me alone?"
Jean's eyes narrowed slightly. She didn't look angry just more certain.
"No. You're not."
Rize's breath hitched. Her palms were sweating. Nails biting into skin. They can't know.
Then Scott, his voice calm but firm, spoke.
"We're not here to expose you or start anything, okay? Jean just… noticed something. That's it. You don't have to explain anything right now."
Rize's jaw tightened.
"I already said I'm normal. I've got nothing to do with powers or mutant drama."
A tense silence fell.
Her words were sharp—but her fear was sharper.
"Okay then," Jean said, her voice unreadable. "We'll leave you alone."
She turned, motioning for the others to follow. One by one, they walked away, their footsteps fading, the weight of unspoken questions lingering like a storm cloud overhead.
But Jean left something else behind too—a flicker of curiosity, a doubt planted in Rize's mind.
Rize didn't move right away. She just stood there, heart still racing, chest tight. A dull thump echoed inside her, like the sound of her pulse trying to calm itself after a sprint.
After a few more minutes, she let out a shaky breath and turned around.
Screw class, she thought. There was no way she could sit through school right now, not with her head this messed up.
She needed space. Quiet. Time to think.
She tugged her hood low, shoved her hands into her pockets, and started walking—back toward the only place she could call hers right now.
Home.
Where the noise would fade, and she could try to make sense of this strange, dangerous new life.