[Virgins]
Chapter 1
Bobby's Point-Of-View
I awoke with a blurry vision. A strong pain shot my head fast like a lightning. It was just for a second then, it was fine. I slowly curved my eyebrows into a deep frown before blinking my eyes for a couple of times. I found myself lying in a bed in a familiar room. I felt something was wrapped tight around my head. I touched it. It was soft like a cotton. I put up my left hand slowly, knowing that it was so heavy to raise since it was coated by uh... A strange hard thing. I stared at it. It wasn't interesting at all. I calmly sat up and glanced around the room. Again, it was familiar. I knew this place. I really knew. The room was as if like forcing me to remember something. Did I need to? Maybe, not. I swung my legs out of the warm blanket. I rested my soles on the cold floor. I looked at my feet fingers and clenched them, making cracking sounds.
I rubbed the back of my neck as I tilted my head. Crack. It was a relief. I took in a deep breath. I carefully, stood up. I looked down at my body. I was in a dull colored shirt and long pants. It didn't matter. Now, why am I feeling weak? My head was pretty heavy, even my bones. I started my steps toward a familiar object. I wanted to know how do I look like. And spontaneously, I went to it. Really? I didn't get it why. I got there and whoa... Terrible. I spotted some red lines painted on my face and a couple of them at my neck. I touched one of them on my neck. Ow, wow. That hurt. I noticed my forehead was covered by a white cloth. I thought... It was a style and so, I let it be. I pressed my fingers against a purple stain under my right eye. Shoot. It wasn't a stain. That hurt as well.
I figured out myself; I had a brown hair, slightly curly, blue eyes, kind off good-looking face together with-.. I jumped with my eyes fixing on the door. Someone just entered. I was sure. I was. It didn't sound like a door swinging and still, I could feel it. Someone was near to me. So near. Abruptly, I felt a squishy stuff resting on my shoulder. I spun around to see an angelic face of a young girl, standing with those exotic eyes staring at me. In some such way, my heart melted. Haha, that was strange. She tucked some of her disturbing brunette shoulder-lengthed hair behind her ear and offered me a pleasant smile. I took it back - A lovely smile. Uh-oh. I caught myself staring at her lips. I stared back up into her brown eyes. I slowly drew my lips into a grin, running my fingers through my own hair.
She caressed my cheek with her soft palm. It was gentle. She called me with the name 'Bobby'. It sounded usual and I was sort of comfortable with it, though. I wasn't sure how to start a reply. She told me she thought I was dead. I kept my lips sealed. A tear rolled down her cheek, slowly. I didn't get her. She, then, leaned in and kissed me on the lips. That was... Straightforward? I could see her eyes were tightly closed. She was enjoying the kiss. Maybe she was expecting me to return it. Fine, I returned it, keeping my eyes staring down at her. Suddenly, a cold water leaked down from my eye. My face was getting warmer and my eyes were burning. I was crying. I could feel my heart was bloomed; Alive again. The kiss and the girl made me like this; Crying for no reason. Somehow, I didn't know why but I yearned for it. I felt like I had been craving for it for a long time. I didn't understand.
She, finally pulled away. Her eyes were reddish. I wiped her tears away, gently before wiping mine. "I don't know why but I missed you. It was only like four days you were in coma", she told me, letting out a soft trembling giggle. I knew she couldn't stand the sadness and happiness. Me too. I beamed when she kissed me. She rubbed her eyes, "Let's not be emotional", she gave me an erubescent smile. "You couldn't step your foot on Russia's land, unfortunately", she added, messing up my hair in a playful way. I had an awkward smile, "What was I supposed to do there?". She laughed, slightly, "Don't you remember? Aww, maybe you're too tired. And... Kind off reboot", she laughed again. I chuckled but humorless. This was getting more complicated. "What's your name, may I ask?", I asked her, politely. "It's iceman's kitten", she went closer to me and threw her arms around my neck, "Your Kitty", she smirked at me. I slowly put her hands down, "Bobby's my name? Kitty?", I frowned.
A white haired woman dashed in, in a sudden. I turned to her, still frowning. She had a white hair but she was having a younger face. The woman came closer to me and gave me a hug, "Welcome back, Iceman", she said, pulling her arms away. This was getting more scarier. "Does he remember you?", she whispered to uh... Kitty. Though, it was audible. The brown haired girl rolled her shoulders a bit, "I think he needs some time?". I started to panic. A bald man on wheels, entered the room. He was smartly dressed in a grey coat matched with grey pants. He looked serious to me. "Storm, step aside for me, please?", he spoke up. The white haired woman, Storm, moved aside, letting the bald guy wheeling forward to me. "Easy, child", he placed his two fingers; index finger and the middle finger, lightly against the side of his own forehead. He closed his eyes like it was important.
I felt something was 'bothering' my mind. Something just broke into my mind. A slight pain shot into my head. "Argh..", I closed my eyes, tightly. The pain got stronger; It was overwhelming. I held my head with both of my hands, "What's happening?", I winced. "Stop it", Kitty demanded the bald old-man. It was her voice. I caught it, although, I was closing my eyes. So he caused all this? I dropped down to my knees, screaming as a beg to stop. The wheeled-man put his hand down, slowly. Finally. That was tiring. I rose up to my feet, breathing heavily. "Is he an alien?", I exclaimed in anger. "Charles? It didn't work?", Storm, I guessed, asked the wheel-man with a low tone. An auburn haired woman walked in with a doctor coat on, "I told you. He lost his memory and won't remember all of us. He was reborn", she, or MacTaggert said. The tag on her white coat could be her surname. Anyways... What was she talking about?
"He, now, could only remember about himself, his mutation and his family. I could only brought that memory back. He "doesn't" know about the jet-crash and how he got here", Charles, I was sure, spoke with a serious tone in his voice. I was sick of this, "Where am I?", I asked them, impatiently. "The Lab", Kitty replied me, softly. Storm let out a deep sigh with a look at me, then, she turned to Kitty, "I'm sorry, Kitty", she whispered, sadly before walking out of the room together with Charles and MacTaggert. The door was closed.
We decided to have a sit and had a little chat about ourselves. When an awkward silence fell, she broke it by asking me, "Don't you remember me, Bobby?", she was sitting by the bed which I was sitting on. I gazed at her for a long time before answering her, "Sorry but I don't know you, Pryde", I told her. Her face expression turned bleak, I noticed. She looked down at her hands in her laps, letting her beautiful hair flow down, covering her face. I could hear sniffing sounds. It was hers. I lowered my head, just wondering if I could get the chance to see her face, "You okay?", I asked her with a faint tone.
She inhaled a deep breath and slowly looked up at me with her pinkish nose; giving me a fake warm smile. I frowned, slightly, "Why are you crying?" "Oh, I'm just-..", she quickly wiped her tears, "..- Happy that you're safe", she continued. "Your left wrist is in recovery. You broke your wrist. Just telling you, if you wonder why it was casted", she changed the subject. I nodded, staring down at the cast. She sniffed again, "And you have a big cut on your head. So don't even try to unwrap the bandage", she gave me a cute smirk. She stood up, "Later, Iceman", she grinned, brightly. I smiled at her as I watched her leave.
[To Be Continued...]
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