AN:
Welcome to Run! This story takes place during the First Class era. It's mainly from the point of view of my OC, Amber. In case you were wondering, this story does tie in to Lost a little, more so near the end. Read on! :)
I was scared. More scared than I had ever been in my life. I was running faster than anyone should ever have to run. My breath was coming in short, fast pants. I couldn't take it much longer. So I fell to the ground, and prayed that my death would be quick. I prayed that my pursuers would have mercy.
"She's barely conscious." A man's voice said. "Amber, are you alright?"
I didn't say anything. Just kill me. I pleaded, though my mouth had dried out long before.
I won't kill you. I want to help you. A voice in my head said softly. It sounded like the voice of the man who had just asked me if I was okay.
Let me die. I pleaded. I'm already going insane. Just let me die.
No. The man said. And that one word changed my life forever.
I was living in a mansion. It was incredible! In all my life, the best house I had ever had was a tent. But now I was living in a mansion, imagine that!
The man who had saved me that day was called Charles Xavier, or Dr. X, as his colleagues called him. He was a mutant, a telepath. The voice I had heard in my head wasn't my delusional brain, it was his voice.
"Amber?" Charles asked.
I turned to face him. "Yes?"
Charles had brown hair, and eyes that made you want to spill all your secrets to him. Many girls would have said he was handsome, but I didn't notice.
"Amber, can we talk?" Charles asked. With anyone else, I would have snapped back a witty retort, something along the lines of, "we are talking." But Charles was different. So I just said, "Sure."
"One week ago, I was using Cerebro." Charles began. "Cerebro is a powerful device that allows me to detect mutants. And I found a very powerful mutant just a mile away from where I was."
"Me." I said quietly.
"So I drove there, and found you running away as fast as you could. Any normal human would have fallen down dead hours ago, but you kept on going. I called out for you to stop, but you just ran faster. And you know what happened after that." Charles said.
"Yes." I said. I had learned that most of the time, it was better to say little or nothing at all. This wasn't one of those times.
"But what I didn't understand, and what I still don't know, is why you were running. Did I scare you off, or were you already running?" Charles certainly saw the reluctance in my eyes, but he pressed on. "If so, who was chasing you?"
I took a deep breath. I was about to tell him what I had never told anyone before. But I didn't feel scared. I felt… relieved. That I could finally confide in someone. Someone who would believe me.
"I was running from Sebastian Shaw."