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The tattered-looking 15- year- old wandered the street, looking around with a bemused look upon her face. She hadn't been here for at least 7 years! She was about 5'7, with white-pale skin, and black straight hair, though now it was tangled and dirty. She walked down the Bayville street bare-footed, though it didn't bother her- she hadn't had a pair of shoes since she could remember.
Her eyes were a grayish tone, so light you could barely distinct between white and iris. She wore a brown cloth draped across her chest, though it was torn so many places, and by now had worn thin and ragged form all the traveling she did in them. A darker colored cloth was also wrapped loosely around her slim frame, and fierce rage shone in her eyes.
Her name was Alex, and she was a mutant. Her power, or curse as she thought of it, was the ability to open portals to other dimensions, locations, or even times. She could not control this, and had been traveling since it developed, around the age of 8.
She had seen more hideous places and things than most people see in a lifetime of nightmares. She had fought creatures, and had been a scavenger from world to world, struggling to survive in places not meant for human beings.
She walked down the middle of the main road aimlessly, wondering where to go from here. She hadn't been in a civilized world for such a long time, it all seemed so distant………
Suddenly, Alex was blinded by two large headlights. She was given an advantage, as her odd colored eyes worked to allow her vision in the most unusual of circumstances. She saw a large object heading towards her, filled with people who seemed to be around her age.
Her mind struggled to remember what this was………a car! This was a car! Before her brain could command her body to jump out of danger's way, the car screeched, trying to brake in time.
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Jean and Kitty screamed as they saw the young girl, looking very odd, right in the car's path. Scott desperately tried to brake before they hit her.
Kurt, Kitty, Jean, and Scott, had been out late at a party. Rogue had declared, "She wasn't up to it," and Evan had gone out skating with his buddies. Anyone of them could have used their powers to save the girl, but it happened all so suddenly. It was so fast, yet felt as if it was happening in slow motion. The horrible BUMP as they hit her, and the awful THUD as her body hit the ground behind them, motionless.
Afterward, the four teens just sat stone still in the car, frozen. They snapped back to reality, and all scrambled from the car, to check on the girl.
"Omygod!" Kitty whispered , and Jean's eyes began tearing. The boys just stared at the girl, whose limp body seemed to be broken in so many places.
Kurt knelt near the girl, and he let out an audible gasp as he saw the girl's eyes flutter halfway open. They were an unusual color. He looked up at the rest. "She's still alive." He told them. "But her eyes are Gray! Look at her! You don't think she might be………?"
"A mutant?" Scott finished weakly. "I don't know. We'd better take her back to the Institute. Either way, we can help her more than they would at any hospital."
So Kurt gingerly lifted up the girl, who had now completely blacked out. He carried her, and she lay in his arms in the backseat with Kitty, while Scott drove the undamaged car slowly home, still shaking from the event.
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Alex hadn't felt this bad since she first began moving from world to world. It had been a rough time for her, her body being unaccustomed to the odd form of teleportation.
"Nnngggh………" She groaned. She felt beneath her not the usual hay or hard ground, but soft sheets, and a nice mattress. She quieted, and listened. She could hear people in the room. If they heard her waking up, surely, they would take action. Fortunately, they hadn't seemed to notice. She now had an advantage over them. She bolted out of bed quickly, and took a look at her surroundings.
It was a white room, and metal machines were placed everywhere. There were cords attached to her chest. Bandages had been wrapped around her forehead and left wrist.
She was wearing a long robe, and shuddered at the thought of someone touching her naked body. She didn't like being touched.
Alex snarled at the two completely different men in the room. One was bald, and seemed older than the other. He was in a wheelchair, and had a kind look in his blue eyes. The other man seemed about a head shorter than her, with flyaway hair and wild brown eyes. His face seemed ravaged with hate and experience. She saw a beast within him not too different from the one she recognized in herself. It was what came with being reduced to an animal, savage, and learning one of the hardest lessons: kill or be killed.
"Please, calm down Alexandra." The one in the wheelchair said gently. "You're still weak, and we wouldn't want you hurting yourself." She growled at him. "Where am I? How do you know my name?"
"I am Charles Xavier. You're in my school for people like us. Mutants. A safe haven for children to learn to handle and control their gifts. I myself have the ability to read people's minds. That's how I know your name, Alexandra." Xavier said.
She looked around suspiciously. She didn't trust these people. "This doesn't look like a school." She snarled at him. "Why should I believe you?"
Because,
he said telepathically, Who else is there to accept you? We can provide you with a home, shelter, food, and an education. Please, just give us a try.Her eyes roamed around the room. It seemed like nice enough place, and Xavier generally seemed to want to help her. She knew she could defend herself as needed, and true to his words, she did begin to feel a wave of dizziness sweep over her, and clumsily feel back on the bed. She would need to stay here if wanted to get better, and sighed as she gave in.
"Alright," she told him gruffly. "I'll stay."
He smiled gratefully, and said, "We'll let you get some rest. I'll make introductions and we'll talk some more when you're feeling better."
He and his companion left the room. Alex carefully put herself back under the covers, and let sleep take her once more.
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