I was running. In a storm. It was dark and there was lightening behind me. 'I have to make, I MUST make it!' I kept thinking. I was battered after the beatings and accusations of being a mutant. I was barely surviving off my own plants. I looked down. Vines and shrubs were wrapping all over my legs and arms. Wild flowers resting in my hair. 'I'm almost there!' I could feel it!
I fell. I screamed, and yelped, I'm a victim of the storm. Like a tree who couldn't stand the last blast of wind from the tornado, or the rose that was ripped at the seams from angry lightening. No one could hear my holler for help. But they wouldn't do anything anyway, I was a mutant. Different.
Reluctantly I got to my feet. I kept running. Eventually I made my way to an iron gate. It was huge and menacing. Beside it, I found a plaque that read 'School for gifted youngsters'.
It started raining harder. I clung to the gate. My whole body, including my vines, wrapped around the cold metal. I felt dead. I soon heard voices.
"The professor says there is a mutant around here somewhere," Said a rough voice, a man.
I felt a flashlight on me. "Here! Here she is!" Another voice spoke, "Wow, Wolverine, You might have to cut her away from the gate!"
"No problem," Said the gruff voice, as I heard a sharp slashing sound.
"No!" I screamed, for if you cut my plants, your hurting them. If your hurting them, your hurting me. I used the last bit of my energy to release the gate, that included my green limbs as well, before I fell into the darkness of unconsciousness.
My eyes opened. I saw white surrounding me. White walls, white sheets, and a white hospital gown clinging to me.
And then I saw it. The IV piercing my skin, the needle feeding me medicine. My hand reached for it, planning to pull it out. But someone else's, grabbed mine.
"Don't its okay." Said a boy. I looked at him. He had dirty blonde hair, and light blue eyes.
I jerked my hand away, "Who are you? Where am I?" I asked, tired and my senses were dulled, due to the medicine. The medicine running through my veins was like bleaching a plant. It was painful. And it was killing me.
"Its okay," The boy repeated,"Your at The Xavier Institute. For mutants." I blinked and he continued, "And I'm Bobby. Bobby Drake."
The pain was multiplying, with the poison seeping through my bloodstream.
"Well Bobby Drake, unless you want me to pin you to the wall or you want to watch me die in front of your eyes, let me take this IV out." I said simply, with no emotion in my voice. I reached again for the IV and again he stopped me.
"I'm not letting you-" He started.
"Bobby, let her. Its hurting her." Said another voice. But. But it wasn't out loud. It was in my mind. Reluctantly, he allowed me to pull the needle out of my arm. He went over to a cabinet where he took a bandage out of a drawer.
"Who-" I tried to speak, but was interrupted.
"I am Charles Xavier. But here the students fondly call me Professor Xavier. Its nice to meet you Miss. May I ask what your name is?"
Elaina Cobbs. Better known as Laney. That's my name. But is it? Laney was a girl who had a loving mother and father. And an obnoxious, yet adorable little brother. I didn't have that. But I murdered that family. And with the blood on my hands, I was no longer Laney. She was killed too. My hands were tainted red, like a red rose.
"Rose" I said, "Just Rose."