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This will have story lines from the comics, movies, cartoons, but mostly my own.
I don't own the X-Men
My World of Minds: 1
Written by Christmas 95
co written by Noble 97 and Mairme 98
Chapter I
Lizzy's POV
Since I was twelve I have been able to read minds and control water. I've always been different, but I have a family that loves me, and a few friends. If there was one thing I wish I could do, it would be to control my powers more. I have never been able to fully control them. I mean I have been able to not listen to every voice inside my head or that every time I'm near water I don't cause a flood. But I don't know how to use them very well.
I'm twenty now. All grown up and yet still growing in body and mind, my powers keep getting stronger.
It's just another day, helping around the house. My head jerks up when I hear a knock at the door.
"Mom someone's at the door," I call to my mom.
"I've got it, Lizzy," my mom tells me as she opens the door.
"Hello my name is Professor Charles Xavier, and I would like to speak with your daughter Elizabeth," the man at the door says.
"Sweetie someone's' here to see you!" my mom cries.
"Okay mom."
I walk into the room and see two men and a woman. One man is bald and in a wheelchair and the other has cool sunglasses, with brown hair. And the woman has long bright red hair, with green eyes.
"Hello, may I help you?" I ask.
Then I hear a voice in my head, I look around the room. The man in the wheelchair nods at me and looks me straight in the eyes.
{"Hello Elizabeth my name is Professor Charles Xavier. And I am here to talk to you,"} says the man as he identifies himself.
{"How can you talk to me in your mind, I thought I was the only one who can do that?"} I ask, through my mind.
{"No Elizabeth you are not the only one with that gift, Jean here has that power as well,"} Professor Xavier replies.
{"Really?"} I ask in surprise.
{"Yes, Jean, care to help me?"}
{"Of course Professor,"} Jean tells him and then turns to me. {"Hello Elizabeth my name is Jean Grey and I'm a mutant just like you."}
{"Hello,"} I reply.
{"Maybe we should talk out loud now,"} Professor Xavier suggests.
I move closer to Professor Xavier.
"Hello Elizabeth, my name is Professor Xavier, and this is Dr. Grey and Mr. Summers."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Professor," I reply, stepping closer to Professor Xavier.
We shake hands. Then I shake Jean and Mr. Summers' hand.
"Would you like to sit?" I motion for them to sit.
They sit down.
"I'll get to the point, Elizabeth; I want you to join my school."
"Why me, Professor Xavier?" I ask.
"Because, you have gifts that I can help you learn to control and I can teach you how to master. You are very gifted Elizabeth, your powers are rare and I want you to use them the best way that you are able," Professor Xavier explains.
"You can help me with my powers?" I ask, wondering if he really can.
"Yes."
"Wait a minute," says my mom, as she walks closer to Professor Xavier. "How did you know about my daughter? And how do I know that you won't use her as a tool or an experiment?" asks my mom.
"I promise that I will not let any harm come to your daughter, we all will protect her," replies Professor Xavier.
"Who is this 'we' we are talking about?" my mom demands.
"Myself, my students and their teachers. Like Mr. Summers and Dr. Grey, they were some of my best students and now they are teachers at my school," Professor Xavier explains to my mom, who is on the verge of pouncing on him.
"But how do I even know that you are who you say you are?" my mom demands.
"Because I am," Professor Xavier reassured my mom.
"That is not hard proof. That is going on your word alone," my mom snaps.
"Elizabeth, read my mind and my thoughts, you will see that I am not lying."
"Okay, if you think I should," I reply.
I place my hands on his head and see that what he is saying is indeed the truth.
"Mom, he is telling the truth. He wants to help me; please I want him to help me."
"But you have been doing a great job controlling your powers, on your own. You don't need him to help you," my mom tells me.
"I do need help mom. I've controlled myself to the point where I'm not spraying water everywhere and reading everyone's thoughts all the time, but I still don't know how to control them, I still lose control sometimes."
My mom turns to Professor Xavier, "Will you allow her to come home when she wants? And will you protect and care for her?"
"I will," Professor Xavier tells my mom. "Lizzy before you do this I need you to know it's for life, it isn't just four years and it's over, it's for as long as you want it to be," Professor Xavier explained.
"I still want to good," I say eagerly.
"Lizzy are you sure?" my mom asked me.
"Yes, I am sure," I say firmly.
"Lizzy can we talk about this, alone?" my mom asks me.
"Of course have all the time you need," Professor Xavier replies.
Me and my mom walk out I the room. "Lizzy I don't know about this," my mom remarks.
"I know but, I want to go, mom I need to go. I'm tried of always being worried that I'll hurt someone," I explain.
"But how do we know what they are saying is true?" my mom reasons.
"Mom, I looked into his mind, he wasn't lying," I reply.
"How do we know that isn't just what he wants you to see," mom said, tears forming in her eyes.
"Mom, you have got to let me live my own life," I say.
"But how do you know they won't hurt you?" mom asks.
"I trust him. Please mom, let me do this," I beg.
My mom doesn't reply, she just nods her head. Then we both walk back into the room.
"I'm going with you," I exclaim.
"But I'll warn you Professor if you do anything to hurt her I'll hunt you down and there won't be anywhere you can hide," my mom threatens the Professor.
"Mom!" I cry.
"No Lizzy it's alright, your mom loves you and doesn't want anyone to hurt you. I understand that, very well in fact. But I promise to you Mrs. Woodley that me, my students and all my teachers will protect her and make sure she stays safe," Professor Xavier vowed.
"I will hold you to that promise," my mom said glaring at him.
"If it's any help ma'am your daughter will be safe at the Professor's school," adds Mr. Summers.
"Thank you, Mr. Summers," says my mom with tears in her eyes.
"Now why don't I let you pack and tell the rest of your family? Tomorrow we will come back to get you," asks Professor Xavier.
"Thank you Professor Xavier," I say.
"Until tomorrow Miss Woodley," Professor Xavier says.
Mr. Summers walks up to Professor Xavier and starts pushing his wheelchair. Dr. Grey follows.