Chapter One- Situated

Bitter wind howled as fall leaves danced through the air, around my legs as I shuffled the toe of my shoe through the gravel debating weather or not I should walk into the school.

'Wow' was the only word running through my always busy mind. My dark brown eyes looked over every detail of the academy that was said to be a safe haven for mutants like me. A warm smile fell over my face as a safe feeling rushed over my slender form. That is until someone started yelling at me "HEY!" her voice made me jump in place.

Spinning around on the heel of my grey converse I offered the woman my friendliest smile. Her eyes only filled with suspicion and what looked like a form of animalistic protective instinct. She must be a student here….I thought to myself...Better explain myself. I took slow deliberate steps toward the pale girl.

Her long brown hair blew around her face a streak of white running through it "What are you doing here?" I was born mute, my mutation allows me to communicate my thoughts through touch...it was the only way to explain myself to her and so I reached out and grabbed her by the hand. 'My name Is Lira Swan, I'm a mutant I-' she threw me back on almost immediate contact.

"Its...not okay to touch me" she said slowly, her eyes focusing on the ground "But seeing as you are looking for a safe place, follow me...we'll find someone you can talk with, I'm Rouge, It's nice to meet you Lira" she added the last part on briefly as I followed her into the building.

"HANK!" screamed the brunette as she rounded a corner almost losing me only to look back at ,me over her shoulder "Keep up with me now, Lira"

I nodded my head to show her I would try my best. Fiddling with a long strand of my dark brown hair I followed right on her heels. "HANK!" she screamed again, this time there was a response. From a from just down the hall a rather large man made his way toward us. Despite his size his eyes were the kindest of anyone I'd ever met.

Rouge looked up at him "This is Lira, she needs to speak with Xavier and get a room"

Hank looked down at me with a friendly smile and caught my tiny hand in his large one kissing my knuckles like a gentleman "It's a pleasure, Miss Lira, what is your mutation, my dear?"

I felt color rush to my cheeks. 'It's useless for anything but communicating but I can use my thoughts to talk to others through touch...thats the only way I know how to explain it"

Hank only nodded "I'm certain after a while here, you'll find that your mutation is more useful than you think. Now lets go see the professor. He'll know what to do with you"

An older man with gentle eyes smiled at me folding his hands on his desk as his mouth opened slowly "Come on over here, there is no need to be shy" Slowly I crossed the room and walked over to his desk. He opened his folded hands asking for one of mine.

Placing my hand in his I smiled a sweet smile and allowed my thoughts to flow. 'Its a pleasure to meet you sir"

He nodded and said "I'll have to ask you a few questions and also let you know that our rooms are currently full." he must have seen the worry fill my dark brown eyes because he followed up immediately with the words "However we have one young man who is never home, he's always away and rarely comes back to his room even when he is here. It won't be a problem to place you in his room until we came better situate you"

I gave him my most grateful smile and squeezed his hand "Thank you so much"" his only response was to knodd. He then started to ask me a multitude of questions. Where are you from? What is your full name? When did you realize you had this mutation? How did you find this place? What was your home life like?

By the end of the interview he had about a page of information on me.

Name- Lira Swan

Age- 18

Gender- Female

Birthday- May 17th

Height- 5'4

Mutation- Psychic ability: Projects her thoughts to the minds of others through touch (Great potential)

Family- Diseased. Raised by a homosexual couple, Richard Serous and Lewis Green.

Background- Gave little to no information.

"Hank will take you to your room" my only response was to nod and follow the large man out into the hallway. I glanced around curiously at those walking around me. Everyone looked so relaxed, different than television had portrayed them.

"Hank" a pretty redhead spoke saying hello.

"Jean" retorted Hank politely.

"Who's this?"

"Lira, she's a new recruit"

"There is no room, where's she staying?" asked the beauty.

Hank sighed deep in his throat "Jean, you know Logan is never around...she's going to be staying with him"

The look on her face was not one of approval "What?"

"Don't do this now, Jean, you'll make a fool of yourself" Hank warned taking me by the arm, pulling me around the woman he'd called Jean. I looked back at her irritated expression over my shoulder only to look away once more.

"Here" Hank pushed a bedroom door open for me. The room was a bit of a mess, slash marks marred two walls and cold wind blew the curtains around through an open window. My eyes moved to the unmade bed and I looked up at Hank who simply said "Don't worry...he's never here" Kissing the top of my head he left me there in the middle of the messy room.

Falling back against the bed I bit my lower lip. This Logan person must mean something to the girl called Jean...she certainly didn't like it when Hank said I would be sharing his room. I wonder why he's never here….I wonder what he's like…

My heavy lids fluttered closed as a long sigh escaped my full lips I was to tired to wonder anymore.