Author's Note: Hello there! For those of you reading this, this is an old story of mine from way back when. I recently rediscovered it and I decided it was worth a revisit. I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors, as I'm writing this without a Beta. Anyway, I hope you like it! Reviews of any kind are always welcome.
Disclaimer: I own nothing aside from my original character and the plot line. Everything else belongs to its respective owner. I'm merely writing this for amusement and I do not intend to profit from it.
…What was going on? Why was it dark? Was she…dead? Just as the ominous word flitted through her mind, another, almost more frightening alternative hit her; How long had she been there?
She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as though they had gained a tremendous weight and lifting them became a monumental effort. Her eyes finally flickered open a few brief times, but her mind resisted against her body due to the harsh, artificial light and they would promptly close again.
Everything in her view once her eyes finally managed to fully open was foggy at first before the definite outline of the room became clear.
"Huh…Her eyes are a pretty shade of purple." She heard a voice say.
"W-what did you say?" The girl asked, her voice groggy and weak from disuse.
"It talks!" A pause. "I didn't say anything." The same voice said in an incredulous tone. She turned and came face to face with a boy in his late teens. His blond hair lay about his head in a disheveled manner, with the bangs almost covering his ice blue eyes. Under a shock of hair, one eyebrow was raised. He stayed silent for a moment before asking, almost curiously; "What did I say?"
"You said something about my eyes?" The girl said, the comment coming out sounding more like a question than a statement. Bringing up the subject of eyes brought her attention back to them and she groaned. She closed her eyes and rubbed them, hoping that they would stop burning.
After a minute of fruitless rubbing, the girl decided that it was useless to try to massage away the pain and opened her eyes. The boy was still peering at her strangely from the stool he was sitting on by her bedside.
Cautiously, she sat up, making sure not to do so too quickly in case she was injured, and cast a glance around the white tile room.
"Where am I?" The girl asked.
"The Xavier Institute." The boy by her bedside replied.
"How long have I been out?" She inquired apprehensively.
The blond shrugged. "Two years." He answered with shocking complacency.
The girl shot up immediately, her dark purple hair flying in front of her face as she tried to jump out of her bed. The boy only chuckled, putting an arm out to push her back down lightly. "Two weeks." He amended.
That answer didn't help much in the way of calming her down. "Relax." He told her. "I'll get Emma." He then walked to the door in front of her bed and poked his head out of it and into what appeared to be a hallway. She didn't see his lips move, but she could clearly hear him shout 'EMMA!' The sound left her ears ringing and she moaned, massaging her temples.
"Why did you shout so loud? She's in the next room." The girl groaned when the boy walked back to her bedside, leaning forwards in a pained expression.
"How did you-" The boy started, and then cut himself off mid-sentence with a simple 'ah'. He smiled, a knowing expression plastered all over his face. Never mind her hearing something he hadn't said aloud and knowing where someone she had never met was in a building she had never been in before.
"You do realize that you don't have to shout?" The girl heard another voice say, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of stiletto heels against tile.
The girl opened her eyes to a woman dressed in all white. This woman, Emma, the girl surmised, was glaring the boy down with a pair of cold grey eyes. Her platinum blonde hair fell pin straight to her shoulders, which were left bare by the crop-necked cardigan she was wearing.
"Ummm…" The boy murmured, a note of fear in his voice. "This is Emma Frost…She's a telepath…She's going to read your mind." He added as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The girl blinked.
The boy turned to leave, but just as he did, he turned his head around. "I'm Robert –Bobby Drake – by the way. What's your name?"
The girl paused for a while before she felt her heart begin to race. She placed a hand on her mouth nervously. "I…I don't know."