Sera grew more and uneasy with the atmosphere of the room and ate her food with haste, wanting nothing more than to leave now. She thought she would enjoy this more but she just felt like a frightened mouse sitting in a room full of cats much larger and scarier than herself. She let out a shaky sigh as she stood back up, her plate now empty. She walked over to the cafeteria once again, trying to ignore the people in the room. Though, she couldn't help but glance up at the snappy female, Citali was it? She looked away just as quickly and threw away her trash.
It took her a few tries but eventually she found her way down to the Danger room, the array of security intimidating her but at the same time... it also made her feel safe. She shook her head and took in a deep breath and she entered the room. It was mostly bare and she noticed a few others kids there as well, some there to train and others there to merely spectate. She could feel her insides beginning to churn as she looked around. They all looked so much more well prepared than her. Plus Mr Xavier had told her she was probably one of the older newcomers to the school. She felt infinitesimally small in this very moment, as if she were looking at herself from space.
She sucked in her breath when Wolverine passed by her, stopping just in front on her. "Just in time, Miss Sera. If you wouldn't mind, please, step into the playing field." He told her, eying her with rough, crude eyes. She could still sense the compassion deep down but that was deep down. He still scared the living bejesus out of her.
Taking careful steps, Sera walked down to the center of the room, looking up at the crowd of students watching and then the control room where Wolverine sat. "Alright. Everyone who isn't Virginia Carter needs to step out of the battle area and into the spectators area. We need to judge the little miss alone for today. Alright, Sera, whenever you're ready." He told her but before she could even say anything, the scenery changed around her. She could almost faintly hear Wolverine chuckle, "Need to be ready for the unexpected." She could feel every fiber of her being tense up, her emotions already rising as the scenery changed and formed around her. She was in an empty city, the streets clear of all life. The sky was crystal blue, the sun glaring down at her. The others had disappeared, she felt like she'd been transported somewhere else.
She tried her hardest to stop the shaking, her knees were buckling, her hands couldn't keep still. Even Reggie was gone from her sight. She fought the urge to simply lay down and curl into a ball, pretend she could disappear. Instead, she tried to focus on what this test could possibly be. Her hands gripped around her wooden staff as tightly as they could manage, her small frame looking absolutely frail out on the field. Suddenly, she noticed something, a small black dot on the horizon and she watched as it slowly got bigger and bigger. Soon, a stampede of black figures were running at her, full speed ahead. Without thinking, she held up her staff in front of her and tucked her head down, her body shivering and shaking out of fear. "Stop! Stop! ..S-STOP!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes closing tightly. She could feel the closeness of the figures to her and could tell she was about to be hit but before that could happen, she felt a sudden breeze all around her and the figures all stopped. There was a sudden stillness all around her and when she looked up, the figures were staring at something behind her. She looked over and noticed the wings from before. Glowing golden wings of the seraph were attached to her back, fluttering gracefully behind her. She turned back to look at the figures and noticed the smirks on their face. "Hello... Angel. Time to tear off those wings." One of them hissed at her, the whites of it's teeth showing through it's smile. Then, they lunged at her with dark claws, scratching at her. She did her best to smack them away, but there were simply too many of them and soon she was on the ground, curled up in a ball, a mess of tears and sobbing.
She heard the faint clicking off something turning off and could hear people shuffling around. The only thing going through her mind was how weak they must all think she was. If she felt small before, she felt like a grain of sand now, and she almost preferred it. She felt hands lift her and take her somewhere, setting her down on a white bed, presumably the infirmary.
"She just needs to calm down. First day in the Danger Room." She heard Wolverine tell the doctor. She curled up in the sheets, her wings falling limping over the side of bed. She felt defeated and pretty crummy too.