Being a mutant isn't great like everyone would expect, it's hard and difficult and at times it can be a pain in the a- butt. Now with those opening words, I give to you to read, MY Story.
I never thought anyone would come to the door. No one ever knocked or rang, ever. That would probably be a saddening thought if I dwelled on it too long, but I never did, there were always too many other concerns. Concerns like dinner. But I answered the door and looked forward at the bald man in a wheelchair. He was dressed in a nice suit and he had a smile on his face, while I had on a pair of dirty jeans, an equally dirty purple shirt and my brown hair was a mess, I looked like a silly child compared to this man and hated that feeling.
"What do you want?" I asked, I knew it probably sounded rude, but he had interrupted me cooking my lunch.
"Ah, Miss Haywood, I have come to speak with you about your powers and-"He started while I closed the door. Or at least I tried, but it opened of its own accord before it had even closed all the way.
"My name is Charles Xavier, I run a school of mutants like yourself." Charles said moving inside of my house and looking around. It was slight less dirty than I was and it had some boarded up windows, but it had some furniture and a table. I thought of what it would look like to him, a rich person, and I almost wanted to grab his wheelchair and roll him out myself.
"I don't know who you are, nor do I care. Now, you interrupted my lunch. You can leave." I was really sounding rude now but he looked at me with patience and the same twinkle in his eyes.
"Then may I join you?" He asked moving forward, he didn't comment on the state of my home, which I was thankful for. I would have then either had to lie or tell the truth. The truth being that this was an abandoned building and I moved into it, but he didn't need to know any of that. I sighed, giving in and went into the kitchen while he rolled up to the table. I took my pot off the stove and drained the water, carefully. I pulled out two paper bowls and filled them with the ramen noodles that I had been cooking, to finish things, I grabbed two forks and two spoon from my limited supply of utensils.
"Here" I said putting his bowl in front of him and placing the fork and spoon next to it. I did the same with mine as I sat down and started to eat. For a few moments there was silence as we both ate.
"That wasdelicious Miss Haywood." Charles said even though I knew it probably was not up to his standard of food. "How many days do you eat like this?" He paused "Or eat at all? This was stolen wasn't it?" His accusation was soft and didn't have anything menacing behind it, or anger. By his voice I knew he wouldn't call the police, and somehow I had trusted him enough to nod saying that I had, I didn't realize I had started to trust him at all.
"How do you know my last name?" I asked him and I realized he had said it before, at the door.
"Rea Haywood, it's my power, I can read minds. And no, I have not read anything but your name from your mind. I thought it would be better to gain trust from you if I didn't use my power except for that small burst." Charles said and I could tell he was being completely truthful. I opened up my mouth to ask him another question but a cellphone rang and I knew it was his since I didn't have one. He opened it and I could hear a male voice growl on the other end.
"Yes, I'll be there in a few minutes, Logan." He said into the phone and gently closed it shut. He wheeled back from the table and looked at me. "I'm sorry Miss Haywood, but I have to leave. " He paused "And you may come if you wish."
After a few moments pause, I nodded slowly. I didn't trust him much but I was a curious person and wondered where he was going. If he was going somewhere I didn't want to go, I was sure I could escape him.
"Good, off we go then!" He said with a smile at me as I walked outside, following Charles. There, in the street was a black aircraft waiting for us. I marveled at the sight of the craft and inside it was even better (if possible). Charles had gone to pilot and I strapped myself in to a seat and the aircraft rose into the air. I smiled as everything became tiny and cars became bugs and people disappeared. The joy of the ride was short lived however as things began to ride less smoothly. At first I thought it was just turbulence, but it soon became apparent that it was Charles jerking the plane about, and for a good reason. A mutant was throwing things at the jet! For one weak moment I thought about 'powering up', but knew I would do way more harm than good. I always did. I was forced to reconsider, however when something hit the jet. It didn't just hit us but the engine, a siren that was a series of loud, annoying beeps that reminded me of an alarm clock, which signaled that something was terribly wrong. I unbuckled my safety harness and ran up to the controls where Charles was. I could feel my matter, every inch, down to my DNA, taking shape, forming how I wanted it, changing. I wrapped my arms around Charles Xavier and the plane crashed…