Waking up in cold sweat, literally feeling myself shaking from the nightmare... the nightmare. "She's gone." I whispered to myself, my own chant. "She's gone. She's gone. She's gone." I continued to myself, trying to calm myself down.
No... it didn't.
I could still remember the dream. To the last detail. I remembered it.
I didn't want to tell anyone of these nightmares... no, I couldn't tell them. I knew what they'll do: Laugh. Laugh at my fears. I knew that all too well.
"Max, are you ok?"
A female voice, Jean, asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Y-yeah," I lied, not knowing what else to say to her. "Can I come in?" she said suddenly. "I'm fine!" I told her, not wanting her to come in and see me soaked in sweat.
"Ok." she said soon after, making me to relax a little. Laying back down, I tried to fall back asleep... until the alarm clock went off, making me to sit up again.
Standing up, I look over at the calender and saw that it was that day. The day that I'm going to join a team.
"Max!"
Another female voice said in a cheerful tone, than seeing a brown hair girl running through the door. "Hey Kitty," I said to her as I went to the closet to pull out my X-Men uniform. The uniform look like... I'm not really sure how to describe it. It look like any other new recruiter uniform... only mine could withstand extreme heat. It had too because of my powers.
"Are you excited?" she asked me. "Yeah," I replied as I was trying so hard to forget about my dream. "Hurry up and get to the Danger Room! I want to see what team you're with." she said than running out of my room, giving me a chance to change.
Now ready, I walk out of my room and accidently bumped into... I don't really know her name. She wore white from head to toe. Literally head to toe. The only thing that wasn't covered was the eye part of her suit. Her deep blue eyes.
"Sorry." I said quickly. The mysterious girl in white didn't say anything to me and walked down the hallway... toward the Danger Room. "Ok..." I said to myself than continued to walk down the halls.
Now waiting in line with the other new recruits, I noticed the girl in white in line too. "Didn't know that she was new." I thought to myself than seeing Logan entering the room. "Ok recruits, today is the day that you're going to join a team." he said, than looking down at the clipboard in his hands. "When I call your name, step forward and tell us what kind of fighter you are. Close, median, or a distance fighter." he explained.
He called all of the names except for me and the girl that I bumped into, "Hydro," Logan said. Hydro? That's her name? "What kind of fighter are you?" he asked her. "Distance." the girl, Hydro, said slowly. Her voice sounded... sad.
Logan signaled to the people in the control room to set up the targets. Within seconds, new targets appeared, "Start when you're ready," Logan said slowly, looking at the clipboard. The girl raised her left hand out toward the targets and quickly moved it to the right. "I'm done." she said than lowering her hand to her side.
The next thing I saw was the targets falling onto the floor, in a pile of dust. "Wow..." I whispered to myself at the sight. She took down all of them within seconds! In seconds!
"Max,"
Logan said, after giving a piece of paper to Hydro. This is it. The moment of truth. Stepping forward, I swallowed hard. My palms sweaty, my pulse racing.
"I-I'm a c-close fighter." I stuttered, nervous of messing up in front of everyone.
He signaled the controllers for a close distance arena. I saw a image of a person that I was going to face, a faceless. It wasn't because it didn't have a face, but it was just a robot that I was going to face.
"Start when you're ready," Logan said automatically, not really caring about these tests. "Wait, what am I doing again?" I asked quickly, forgetting what to do. "You're trying to take it down for three seconds." he sighed, visibly annoyed.
"Right," I said than facing the robot. It was in a fighting stance, ready for anything. Getting into my stance, still nervous, I channeled my power to the palms of my hands. Now making it into a visible fireballs, I crushed them and making them into fire knifes. One for each hand.
I was ready.
The Faceless suddenly charged at me and jumped high in the air. Quickly getting out of the way just before the robot came down, I jumped onto it's back, I placed the fire knife firmly against it's throat... until it somehow grabbed a hold of me and throwing me onto the ground.
Getting back onto my feet, I ran at the Faceless and tackled it onto the ground and quickly realized something: Faceless were made of metal, making my tackle to hurt me more... but I got it on the floor.
"One," Logan started.
"Two,"
"Three, you passed." he said finally.
Getting off of the Faceless, I walked toward Logan and received a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it and reading,
"Team Cyclopes."
