A/N: OK, since my last two Bobby fics were such a hit I decided to write a
new one. This is where Professor X comes to Bobby and invites him to Mutant
High. Um...he's ten years old.
Disclaimer: Uh…I don't own anything but the plot.
Home?
"I know what you are, you can't hide it from anyone!" A man shouted at me.
"I—I don't—I'm not sure what you mean." I stammered.
"Don't play dumb with me, freak!" He grabbed my throat.
I felt cold metal suddenly pressed on my forehead. I slowly moved my eyes around and saw a gun pressed to my forehead.
"Git out of my store mutant!" The owner exclaimed.
"Be—be happy to--just tell this guy to let—go!" I choked. I felt like my eyeballs were going to pop out.
The man let me go.
"Run away, far away! We don't every want to see you in this town again." He yelled.
"More than happy to." I muttered and ran out the store.
I ran through the dark alley. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him. Ever since I ran away from home, or what was called home, I was hated everywhere. After since that water balloon burst on my chest and turned into ice everyone was silent in my neighborhood. Everyone was treating me like a bomb that was liable to explode at any moment. It wasn't as though anyone tried to kill me, they were to scared of me to attempt anything like that, but their looks told me everything in there minds. They hated me.
I heard someone once say, "Home is where the heart is." Well, I'm not sure what they were talking about; my heart hasn't been where my "home" is. My heart was elsewhere. I'm not quite sure where though. Maybe someplace where—where, I don't know, someplace where people like me are. Someplace where I can be accepted. I don't know, I've heard rumors of a place where people like me live together. It's supposedly hidden somewhere so "normal" people can't try to kill them, I guess. But those are just rumors. There's really no place like that.
"Robert Drake." I heard a voice say.
"Yes?" I asked twisting around. I saw a man in the shadows. He was in a wheelchair.
He slowly rolled over to me, "My name is Charles Xavier."
"What do you want with me? Do you want to stare at me? Yell at me? Tell me to 'get out of your town' like everyone else?" I yelled, feeling hot tears coming on.
The man wheeled even closer. Now I could she him better. He was bald and very old. As he closed his eyes above all of the characteristics I could see in this strange man was that he seemed tired, just tired and wary.
"Ah, Robert or Bobby as you would rather be called," Charles sighed, "I see that you will not be difficult to convince."
"Convince me? What the **** are you talking about?" I exclaimed. He looked more tired than ever but a slight smile played on his lips.
"Bobby, you are one of the select few with a special power. I believer yours is ice." He said seriously.
"So I'm a freak. You don't need to tell me, everyone else has let me in on that little fact." I said, angrily.
" Never mind. Your heart's desire is to have a place you can finally be accepted, a place that you can finally call home." He said slowly.
"Yeah, so what?" I said. How did he know that?
"Well I have a proposition for you. I know of a place for the gifted like you."
"You do? Like the place where all the mutants go after being hated in society?" I said. So this was the rumor and it was true!
A larger smile grew across his tired and wrinkled face. "Yes it's called Mutant High. Would you like to come with me and meet others your age like you?"
"Um…" I pretended to think, "Alright!" I grinned.
The End
Disclaimer: Uh…I don't own anything but the plot.
Home?
"I know what you are, you can't hide it from anyone!" A man shouted at me.
"I—I don't—I'm not sure what you mean." I stammered.
"Don't play dumb with me, freak!" He grabbed my throat.
I felt cold metal suddenly pressed on my forehead. I slowly moved my eyes around and saw a gun pressed to my forehead.
"Git out of my store mutant!" The owner exclaimed.
"Be—be happy to--just tell this guy to let—go!" I choked. I felt like my eyeballs were going to pop out.
The man let me go.
"Run away, far away! We don't every want to see you in this town again." He yelled.
"More than happy to." I muttered and ran out the store.
I ran through the dark alley. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him. Ever since I ran away from home, or what was called home, I was hated everywhere. After since that water balloon burst on my chest and turned into ice everyone was silent in my neighborhood. Everyone was treating me like a bomb that was liable to explode at any moment. It wasn't as though anyone tried to kill me, they were to scared of me to attempt anything like that, but their looks told me everything in there minds. They hated me.
I heard someone once say, "Home is where the heart is." Well, I'm not sure what they were talking about; my heart hasn't been where my "home" is. My heart was elsewhere. I'm not quite sure where though. Maybe someplace where—where, I don't know, someplace where people like me are. Someplace where I can be accepted. I don't know, I've heard rumors of a place where people like me live together. It's supposedly hidden somewhere so "normal" people can't try to kill them, I guess. But those are just rumors. There's really no place like that.
"Robert Drake." I heard a voice say.
"Yes?" I asked twisting around. I saw a man in the shadows. He was in a wheelchair.
He slowly rolled over to me, "My name is Charles Xavier."
"What do you want with me? Do you want to stare at me? Yell at me? Tell me to 'get out of your town' like everyone else?" I yelled, feeling hot tears coming on.
The man wheeled even closer. Now I could she him better. He was bald and very old. As he closed his eyes above all of the characteristics I could see in this strange man was that he seemed tired, just tired and wary.
"Ah, Robert or Bobby as you would rather be called," Charles sighed, "I see that you will not be difficult to convince."
"Convince me? What the **** are you talking about?" I exclaimed. He looked more tired than ever but a slight smile played on his lips.
"Bobby, you are one of the select few with a special power. I believer yours is ice." He said seriously.
"So I'm a freak. You don't need to tell me, everyone else has let me in on that little fact." I said, angrily.
" Never mind. Your heart's desire is to have a place you can finally be accepted, a place that you can finally call home." He said slowly.
"Yeah, so what?" I said. How did he know that?
"Well I have a proposition for you. I know of a place for the gifted like you."
"You do? Like the place where all the mutants go after being hated in society?" I said. So this was the rumor and it was true!
A larger smile grew across his tired and wrinkled face. "Yes it's called Mutant High. Would you like to come with me and meet others your age like you?"
"Um…" I pretended to think, "Alright!" I grinned.
The End