So I was bored in English class, and this just popped into my head. I had just watched X-Men Origins: Wolverine the night before, and the stuff that happened at Three Mile Island was getting stuck in my head.
About English class: Black Elk Speaks. If you've read it, I ask you what compelled you to read it. If you're reading it now, I pity you. If you'll have to read it in the future, I tell you to have courage. If you'll never have to read it, I'm jealous of you. I'll also advise you against reading it. No offense to the Native American cultures, but I just didn't like the book, and neither did anyone else in my entire sophomore class. Just saying.
Anyway...this is the last part of Origins from Scott's POV. It will continue into a longer story, I promise.
It all started with the voice. That mysterious voice. I couldn't see, but I heard a man's voice inside my head, a voice that was kind and warm…a voice that would change my life forever.
I guess I had been in captivity for no more than a few hours, but I couldn't tell where I was because of a visor that shielded my eyes. Then there was a commotion, and we were set free. I don't know why…or how. The guy, Major William Stryker, didn't seem too intent on letting us go in a hurry. We were shot at; left behind…it was a mess. Anyway, our group was running along, and as we came to a halt, I heard that voice for the first time.
Go left, it told me. I was confused at first, but I didn't doubt that the voice was real.
"Left," I told the girl who was holding my hand.
"What?"
"We go left," I said firmly.
"You can't see," she said uncertainly. But I wasn't going to let it go. I knew that the voice was on our side.
"Trust me." I could almost feel her anxiety, but I reached for her shoulder, and we headed left.
She pulled on my arm a little while later, saying, "Stop! This can't be the way!"
"This is the way," I disagreed, breathless.
"How do you know?" she asked urgently. I hesitated, thinking about that for a moment.
What was I supposed to say, that I heard a voice? That I'm hearing voices? I doubt she would've believed me.
"I just know," I said, nodding frantically. "Come on." So everyone followed after me, and all the while, I was hoping that my instincts were right.
After being underground in that musty tunnel, I could smell the air changing. We had been led outside. I heard some sort of propeller, and figured that a helicopter or something was landing.
It will be all right, Scott, the voice told me. My name is Charles Xavier. I'm a mutant, like you.
I can hear your thoughts, I thought back to him, amazed.
Yes, he responded simply. And I can hear yours.
"You're safe now," I heard his reassuring voice out loud, speaking to all of us. I smiled in disbelief, and I felt in my heart that this man Xavier would really help us.
"Come on, let's go," I told the people behind me, and I still felt the girl's hand on my arm as we ran forward to our future…or whatever else Xavier would lead us to.
Yay! So what'd you guys think? I know it was really short, and I'm so sorry for that. If you've read any of my other stories, you know that my chapters are normally a lot longer. I just wanted an opinion for how it was so far, like if Scott's point of view is accurate, blah blah blah. I also know that it was all from the movie, so there isn't anything different.
I can say, though, that if you did like it, please review, because this one isn't exactly high on my priority list, but if I get a lot of reviews, I'll make it higher.
And from experience...it's hard writing from the POV of a guy who can't see. Once he gets his ruby glasses, it'll be a lot more descriptive and (in my opinion) a crap-load better.
Thanks-
William D. J. Watson