A/N: So I realize my stories are a little on the iffy side right now, not to mention short as all get out. That'll change after the next three are uploaded. I'm sorry about the quality. I'll eventually go back and update them. I'm out of juice right now. For those of you who ARE reading this , I hope you enjoy. Please leave me a review and let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always good . Hope you enjoy Ch. 2 !
Chance of a lifetime. People take open opportunities for granted. They always think before they act. I'm not saying it's a bad thing but it often results in the person not doing what they wanted and living life in the what if square. That's not how I wanted to continue out my life. Especially not in this village any longer . I'd never achieve anything. I want to be somebody . Which is why I did what I did. I doubled back to the place where I saw the mutants get "executed" . It took all the strength I had to manipulate people into getting the information I wanted. Part of the time I didn't even need to use compulsion. Most of it was my dashing good looks if I do say so myself. A man named William Stryker or some other had taken these two men for something and were leaving on a aircraft for some place else obviously. Where ever they were going I wanted to go to . I could learn something from them or somebody in America. Maybe there was more people like me . I pretended to be a worker loading cargo only difference was ,I didn't come off the plane when everyone else did. I had to find a crate just big enough for me to fit in . When I did I used my powers to take out the nails or any other kind of bolts and got it, finally placing the bolts back just the way I found them. This is the part when I realize I probably should have stowed away somewhere there was leg room because even though I was short I still had no room to stretch. Leg cramps were going to be a bitch. This is my first time on a plane and I have to spend it in a box with massive leg crams. I shuffled somethings around in the box and manage to give myself a little bit of room but not much. I couldn't stand it much longer so I did what I always do when I'm bored. Sleep. I woke up when I felt the plane shake and heard some of the other crates shift around. "We must have landed." It takes all of five minutes for the plane to stop moving completely. I hear the back of the plane open and hear voices as if they're about to unload.
"Fuck," I swear under my breath. In my grogginess I forgot about the me in a box part and didn't let myself out. This is a good thing sort of. Who am I kidding this is a very bad thing. Had I gotten myself out of the box I could have hid in on the side or something and ran off someplace else. But then again I had no where to go, no currency, and no idea what I was going to do here in America. I should have thought this through. But then again I probably would still be in Vietnam sitting on my mat thinking to myself "What if.." I hear boxes around me being offloaded and begin to get that feeling again.
"Wait a minute," one man says. It gets silent for a little bit.
"What is it?" another one asks.
"We're not alone. There's someone else."
"What are you talking about James? It's just you, me and Vic-."
"No shh...there." When he said "there" I knew I was done for.
Stryker motioned for Victor to "take care of the problem" with a simple wave of the hand. Victor let his claws extend some before finally slashing the top of the crate and pulling it off. There's no time left for me to react in any way shape or form. He picked me up and slammed me against the side of the craft. I felt like I was grabbing on to his arms for dear life . Me digging into his skin didn't amount to him digging into mine. "Let me go ." I say pleadingly.
"We have no use for stowaways. Victor , you know what to do." Stryker says after a while. My eyes widen and my heart starts to pound. I look deep into Victors eyes. "It's worth a shot."
"You don't want to do this. Put me down Victor," I start to say slowly. My English is a crap compared to theirs but it sounds fine enough. "Just let me go and put me down slooowly. I drag out the vowels in "slowly" to make sure I fully have him under my control .
"What is she doing?" James asks looking confused on the sidelines.
"I can't believe it." Stryker says out of pure amazement. He hadn't seen anything like it only heard rumors of such. *You see. Stryker had been in Vietnam not only to collect Victor and James but also to see if rumors were true about a mutant girl living in a semi-rundown village.*
I couldn't let them distract me or Victor I almost had him I could feel it. "I can't believe this is working" I think to myself. "Victor...?" voice like silk , Victor get that glazed over look in his eyes. "Got him."
"Now put me down and release your grip out of my skin." He does as I say and retracts his claws. I still can't believe this is actually working. He's listening to me ! I never expected this to happen. Not so soon. I keep my eyes locked to his even though there is an obvious height difference . Stryker and James continue to stand off to the side and not do anything. I'm surprised . I know if I were either of them I would have slashed me or shot me by now. But just to be sure, I take Stryker's gun from his holster and throw it outside. I don't really know what to call this power of mine. My mother told me that it's a form of Earth bending, but I never really tried anything with the whole manipulate the Earth mumbo jumbo. I'll just stick with metal. My hold on him weakens and he blinks out of it. I could never hold on to people that long I think its because I tried to use two abilities at once. He starts to sway from side to side like he's dizzy but catches himself. Me on the other hand. I become weak . I knew this would make me tired. I start to black out as my vision blurs and I feel like I'm falling. Which is all stopped by another course of action. James. "Nice catch Jimmy," Victor says jokingly. I smile a bit. He still has no idea what's going on.
"What just happened?"James Jimmy asks as he sets me up straight. I'm still a bit dizzy but it would be completely awkward for me to lay in the arms of a complete stranger.
"The greatest mixture of hypnosis and mind control, compulsion . "I've only heard stories about it up til now, I'm a believer. We've been looking for you Anastasia." How does this guy know who I am. Looking for me ? That's a bit on the creepy side. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" I ask slight accent in my speech .
"I am Major William Stryker. I only want what's best for you after all you can't go home now. Why don't you come with us and we can explain in on the way?"
"How about you tell me now and I'll think about it?" I say quickly . He was right though. I couldn't go home. It's not like I could hijack this plane and fly it back. Sure I could fly. Right into a wall. Stryker nods but starts walking out of the cargo hold , as do Jimmy and Victor. I follow.
"I'm organizing a team of people, who are special and unique just like you. They can help you control your powers, train you. So you can be that somebody you want to be." He stops walking and turns around, attention on me. How did he know what I wanted? How did he know anything? What didn't he know would be a better question. "I.." I hesitate. This sounds too good to be true. This is everything I wanted and then some. There had to be some kind of catch.
"Will you give me place to live?" I ask.
"Welcome to Team X." he says with a slight smile. He looks as if he just devised a million schemes in his head. So this means yes right ?