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“Jean,” A soothing masculine voice says to the darkness around him.
“I hear it too,” A feminine voice confirms. I hear the sound of crunching gravel and look out from the blanket of darkness to see a bald man in a wheelchair being pushed by a young red-headed woman. Both were looking around in the darkness shrouding me but I could feel my fear increasing as they got closer.
“She’s very strong professor but very scared,” the woman, Jean, admits. I see the man nod his head as he turns to face me.
It’s okay to come out.
“I’m sorry! Whatever happened, I’m sorry! Just don’t hurt me! Please!” I scream out running from the darkness and out into the street lights. I trip on the curb and start crawling not caring about the pain until I’m on my feet again.
“Hey. Hey, it’s okay. We’re not here to hurt you,” A woman with white hair lands on the ground in front of me, crouching to my level as I stumble backwards.
“No. Please! I’m sorry! I’ll be good I swear!” I fall to my knees and cover my ears, screaming and crying as fear takes over my mind.
“Timor,” we are not here to hurt you. We are just like you. I look up to the bald man, tears still streaming down my face and his soft smile helps just the slightest.
“How… how did you know my name?” I questioned feeling worry spike in the back of my mind.
“I’m a mutant, just like you are. My name is Charles Xavier and I can read people’s minds,” the man explained. I got up from my knees and walked cautiously forwards.
“What about them?” I inquired, voice timid.
“I can move things with my mind and Storm can manipulate the weather,” The red-headed woman stated pointing to the white-haired woman at the end.
“What do you want with me?” I inquired fear returning to my body.
“I want to help you. I want to help teach you how to control your mutation and stop it from controlling you,” The man offered me his hand with a soft smile and I agreed by accepting his hands and climbing into his lap mindlessly. I could see their soft smiles and started to feel a bit calmer at their sudden appearance. Jean pushed the wheelchair towards the unknown and I felt sleep slowly taking over my body, my last thought: Why couldn’t my parents have been like this?
When I woke up, I was in a warm bed and in a clean set of clothes. I looked around the largish room to see it was plain with no extra furniture than the basic and Xavier by my bedside.
“How are you feeling?” Xavier inquired. I nodded my head, not trusting myself to talk before sitting up in bed to look at him directly. Laying down and listening to him talking brought back fears, fears about what I ran away from.
“I’ll give you a tour of the house as we head down for breakfast. Does that sound fun?” I nod my head again and climb out of the bed.
“So this will be your room while you are here but you are welcome to roam the house to your heart's content just not in the lower levels,” Charles warns and I nod my head in understanding as I walk alongside him and out of my room.
“Classrooms are all down this end of the house and you will be in classes with other students around your own age. I will personally help you to learn and control your mutation at every opportunity I can,” “Thank you but why?” Charles stopped moving and I turned to face him.
“I have never seen a mutation this strong or in a person as young as you are, Timor. I will do my best to help you so that you don’t have fear with you for the rest of your life,” I nodded my head to his explanation before following after him as he kept showing me the areas of the house and telling me what I would be doing. When we reached the kitchen a man with funny looking hair walked over and pointed to me with a slightly confused expression while looking at the professor.
“Logan, this is Timor, our newest student. Logan teaches history here,” I nodded once but found myself a little too afraid to even look at the man.
“She seems young, professor. Are we recruiting them as infants next?” the man questioned mockingly before walking off smoking a cigar.
“You’ve already met Jean, who teaches most sciences, and Storm, who teaches mathematics and secondary languages. I will be teaching physics and English,” Charles explains getting off of the topic of the other man. I was thankful for that as I continued to listen to him while watching the other students playing and eating, proud of their mutations.
“There is also another teacher, Scott, who will teach you about basic life skills and some slightly more advanced to help you get through daily life,” I nod in agreement before moving to the table that Xavier suggested I sit at for breakfast, I’m thankful that Charles is wanting to help me no longer be afraid of my mutation but fear, fear will always be with me.