Nameless
"Turn right at the next turn and keep driving until you see a red sign. Exit the highway there and park, we'll have another truck so you can make the switch," Delilah clicked the button on the walkie-talkie.
"Understood. I've got the goods." The man on the other line chuckled.
"I would not expect any less, Delilah…" She sighed inwardly as she made the turn. Daren was so sweet… He never pushed or prodded and was sharp of mind. He was perfect…
The lady gave a shriek as the sign's words changed. Her heart pounded against her chest. She steadied herself and forced her mind to concentrate on the road. She could have sworn that the sigh had said, 'You're going to hell bitch!' but that was impossible. After all the other cars weren't taking any notice or making a commotion over the strange sign. She was hallucinating… Just thinking up all this crap in her head. She was very stressed what with all the media snooping around recently…
"You don't take hint's well do ya?" She stomped on the break. Her attacker had just leaned in from on top of her car!
"W-Who are you?" The pursuer grinned even as the lady pulled a gun from under her seat. He felt a bullet graze her skin and rolled to avoid the next round of bullets. Glass shattered and nicked his arms and legs. The car he perched on swerved.
"That's not very nice… You did get a formal invitation to my grand ball…" he licked her lips. The woman shook wildly and tried to get out of the car but the high speed traffic made it impossible. A highway patrol officer was approaching and time was running out.
"T-The cop is gonna come and rescue me! Y-You're going to end up in jail!" The attacker pulled out a gun and shot her with a single bullet straight to her head.
"That only matters when the person in question doesn't want to go to jail."
A police officer walked towards the car with a list of things he was going to say to the crazy lady who parked her car in the middle of a highway when a young person stepped out of the car.
"Can I see your driving license?" The figure was mysteriously dressed in a yellow hooded raincoat and had a cloth covering his mouth.
"No. But you could arrest me." The cop stared blankly at the queer fellow.
"Am I supposed to ask why?"
"I just murdered the lady in that car. Does that count?" He had spoken so blatently that the policeman blinked and laughed loudly, until he saw a pool of blood dripping from the car. The red liquid stained the tar covered road and made the officer want to scream.
"Oh my god."
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"So… We're hoping that you'd take this guy into your custody." The policeman gave a rough shove and thrust the yellow clad person forward. The youth stared balnkly and showed no recognition of what was going on.
"You've gotta be careful with this one. No guard will take patrol around him. Say's he gives them a headache. Usually murdering is a crime punishable by death but the lady he killed was on death row and he's underage. He's also got another problem with his head… Our psychiatrist thinks he may be schizophrenic which of course would mean we put him in a mental institute for his own safety but the institute complained that he gave the people delivering food headaches and that they were losing human labour because of him.
"Therefore Professor you are the only one we think would be willing to take him in." The cop was practically begging. Which was a strange turn of events seeing as how most of the public would rather persecute mutants than ask for help from them. In truth the police had tried to put him out for murder but he was mentally disabled and it was aginst humanitarian rights.
"You do know that we only take in children with special needs…" The man in blue nodded fiercely.
"Guy's a mutant." He jerked a thumb toward the boy who was fiddling with a picture of a lake on the wall near the door.
"What make's you say that?" The cop turned to the raincoat child.
"Do your thing." The child stared vacantly back.
"Why should I?" The voice could have strangely been unisex.
"Do it now!" He bellowed. The boy shrugged and his eyes seemed to come into focus as if just noticing that they were there.
"Whatever." He looked at the professor.
"This is gonna hurt." He looked at the bald man in a wheelchair and focused his mind on the professors. He creased his brow as if concentrating on the professor's mind. The professor made no movement at first but slowly placed his hand on the boys shoulder.
"That's enough." A single eyebrow on the teen's face quirked.
"Even the old lady lasted longer than that, asked for an aspirin five minutes later…" he was definitely smug. The professor addressed the police officer calmly.
"I'll see what I can do." The policeman thanked the professor profusely before taking his leave.
"You should change into more suitable attire and then I'll have Jean show you around." He shook his head.
"I am not changing." He sat on the floor and folded his arms. His behavior was childish.
"Why'd you take me? This is a school isn't it?" The wheel bound person nodded.
"This is a special school for person with special needs and abilities. Commonly know as mutants." He smirked at this.
"They call your school a place for freaks." The professor paused and agreed with a nod.
"Some do call this place a place for freaks. But we at Xavier's institute feel that this is a sanctuary for gifted pupils to learn to control their gifts." The raincoat boy bobbed his head.
"I've already mastered mine though so where does that leave me?"
"You'll be going to school." He paused then yelled while banging his fists on the floor and kicking wildly. He was the epitome of a badly behaved preschooler.
"I don't want to! You can't make me!" Several heads appeared at the doorway wanting to know what all the commotion was about. Jean parted the sea of curious onlookers to enter the office and shut the door behind her leaving the others to wonder.
"Jean? Could you escort…" The youth looked up from his place on the floor. His voice replied in a muffled sort of tone.
"I don't have a name." Jean entered the room and bent down to mother the yellow clad figure. Her bright red hair spilled over her shoulders and her mouth was bent in a smile.
"My name is Jean Grey its nice to meet you. We can get you cleaned up upstairs." The young boy saw red and began to thrash. Jean tried to calm him with words but failed and had to use telekinesis to lift him into the air to avoid him destroying the office.
"You're all trying to kill me! Don't think I don't know!" He thrashed and spat his face livid. Writing that seemed to bleed appeared on the walls and people within one meter of the office had a migraine. Cyclops was called in by the professor to help restrain the distraught fellow. Once he was pinned to the floor Jean reached into his mind to calm him.
"Feel better now?" She asked gently. Cyclops released the yellow clad figure and adjusted his visor.
"What's going on?" Professor Xavier calmly told him that this was the new recruit who may have some small problems adjusting to having a home and going to school. This happened to be the understatement of the century; as they would all soon find out...