This was it, surely she was dead. Everything was black, and quiet. Very quiet. Rosa couldn't feel anything, she couldn't move, the blackness in front of her was still and dense. So dense Rosa felt like she couldn't breathe. But she was breathing, she could feel it. Steady, in, out, in, out. She could remember looking up, the boat, shouting, black. Nothing else.
There was a small whisper. Gone.
A slight murmur in the dark, but gone again.
Her name, it was definitely her name. There, again.
"Rosa." Louder, but soft. British.
Had they found her and taken her back to her father, was she in prison?
"Rosa." The voice was closer now, right in front of her. She tried to reach out, but nothing moved.
"Rosa."
Everything was suddenly becoming a lot noisier, the silence of before had gone and the black was now swirling into patches of white. Bright white, lights, above.
"Hello." The voice in front of her, was in fact above Rosa as the world came slowly back into focus. She was lying down, definitely. On a very uncomfortable platform, also a very cold platform.
"And she's definitely alive." The voice above her said smiling down at her. He was young, as his voice suggested, and definitely British. He has brown wavy hair which right now was flopped over his face as he smiled down kindly at her, his piercing blue eyes sparkling.
"I never doubted Professor, merely expressed my concern. She was hardly in a good state when you brought her in." Another voice, the other side of the room. Rosa groaned, her whole body felt exhausted and numb, her shoulders tingled unpleasantly as if there was a numbness creeping over her heart. She raised her head slightly off the platform, feeling the need to stand up. She tried to sit up only to be pushed back down again by the pain racing like needles between her shoulder blades.
"You probably don't want to try that again." The man above her said, smiling in amusement.
"Nope, at least not until I've given you this…" The second voice again, and as Rosa heard the heavy approaching footsteps she saw the owner as he entered her view. Rosa's eyes widened and she gripped the sides of the platform underneath her. He was tall, and broad…he was also blue, and furry, with a human like face, all the same blue.
Their eyes met, and as they did Rosa felt her body jolt forwards, she flinched expecting the pain from in between her shoulders and the inevitable smack as her body collided with his. But it didn't come, instead Rosa found herself suspended, images were flicking past her at such a speed that she could only register a few of them.
They were images of the blue man who had been stood above her, pictures so fast she couldn't see any other faces. As soon as she had arrived there Rosa was roughly pulled back out, as an invisible force wrapped around her waist and pulled her back sharply, to where she had been before. White room, blue man.
"Sorry, she's got no control, should have said. Type 5 telepath, and telekinetic it would seem, as well."
"He's blue." Rosa whispered.
"Clever one I see…"The blue man scowled down at her. "Anyway, as I said you'll be needing this." He took out a long needle and syringe and gently injected Rosa with a clear yellow liquid.
"Hank, she's in shock, she doesn't know what she is…"
"Confused." Rosa said simply.
"What?" The blue eyes looked down at her confused.
"Confused is what I is…am. I am also capable of listening to a conversation, so please stop talking like I'm not in the room." She sighed and the man above her smiled and stood up straight.
"She's fine." The blue man smirked.
"Where am I?" Rosa asked, she had so many questions that she wanted answering. Like who were these people? Why was she not dead? What was wrong with her shoulders? And what was wrong with her?
"You are at the Xavier School for gifted youngsters, I am Charles Xavier and this is Hank. You are not dead because I found you after that incident with the boat and brought you here where Hank fixed you up nicely. There is nothing wrong with your shoulders, there is however something wrong with your collarbone which was completely shatters on impact, Hank has removed the shattered pieces and replaced your collarbone with a metal bar. Your last question…there is nothing wrong with you Rosa, you are a mutant, like us. Just a very powerful one who doesn't have control." Charles Xavier smiled down at Rosa innocently.
"I only asked one question…" Rosa mumbled.
"Yes you did, but I heard five. I am like you, just a lot more practiced." Charles smirked.
"Like me?"
"Yes, I am a telepath as well. We can read peoples minds Rosa…you on the other hand are also a very out of control telekinetic."
"I can move things with my mind?" Rosa asked. Charles nodded, Rosa felt the numbness around her collarbone disappear, and she winced slightly as she finally sat up. Rosa paused before turning round to face Charles.
"Why am I only in my underwear?"
Charles coughed uncomfortably, and turned his head away from Rosa, scratching his neck nervously. "Umm, well you were drowning, your clothes were soaked." He tried to explain a little too fast.
"That and The Professor has a thing for Brunettes." Hank turned and smirked at Xavier, Rosa laughed at the slight blush which crept up The Professors neck.
"That'll be quite enough of that, thank you." He handed Rosa a white robe, "As flattering as you look in your underwear, I think everyone would benefit from you wearing this." He smirked and it was Rosa's turn to blushed but she took the robe, slipping it on and wrapping it around herself. Xavier signalled for Rosa to follow him through the large white doors which had slid open to reveal a blank white corridor. She followed him, he may have been a total stranger not 20 minutes ago but right now he seemed the only person with the answers, and possible protection.
They walked down another white corridor before stopping outside a silver lift, Charles lead Rosa into the lift next to him and pressed a button on the dial. The lift doors closed, and with a small jolt the lift began in ascent upwards.
The doors opened to reveal a whole different setting, the white walls had been replaced with rich wooden ones leading up to a high ceiling. Suits of armour lined the walls along with rich paintings. There were many doors leading off into other rooms, each now their own classroom since The Professor had opened the school not long ago. The corridor itself was quite busy with young people from ages 12 to about 19 wandering the corridors.
"My office is this way." Charles said, Rosa suddenly felt embarrassed and self conscious at the people watching her as they made their way along the corridor. A boy was staring at her with an odd expression on his face, his name was Toby, he used to go to an all boys school, but when one day he caused the trees in the playing field to attack another boy named Rory because Rory had stolen his girlfriend. That night Charles Xavier had appeared on his doorstep with an invitation into his school.
Rosa suddenly snapped back into reality, a look of alarm and confusion must have crossed her face because Charles was back at her side.
"You're fine, this lot, they think very loudly. I'm going to help you control your power, so that you can block the noise from your head, and can read peoples minds only when you want to." Rosa looked up at him and he smiled confidently, before opening the door to his office. It was large inside with the same wooden walls at the corridor, it was well furnished with a large wooden desk sat in the middle.
"Sit." He smiled again, and Rosa sat on the indicated chair, it was placed facing the desk and Charles sat at his chair on the other side.
"How old are you Rosa?" He said calmly.
"18" She answered back bluntly.
"Can I ask you another question…?" He asked, calmly still, staring straight at Rosa. She nodded.
"Why, yesterday did I find you drowning underneath a barrage ship?" The twinkle in Xavier's eye had gone out and he was staring at her with pure concern.
"I don't want to say…" Rosa shifted uncomfortably.
"Then will you let me see?" Charles asked. Rosa nodded again and she heard him move around the desk to kneel in front of her sitting form. He held out his two hands and gently pressed his fingers against her temples, Rosa closed her eyes and felt him enter her mind.
