"She's not
cooperating! If we don't help her now, then she will be permanently
blind! Jean do something!" Storm panicked, thus began to yell at
Jean who was just standing across from her.
"It's no use! She
is blocking me any entry into her mind! I can't get to her!" Jean
began to shout to Storm, her head beginning to ache from all the
stress. In between them, strapped down and still kicking was Taylor.
Like any sane person, she did not trust them. Having only recently
been 'saved' only to be grabbed by a hair guy, and a weird man
with bad grammar, Taylor was afraid. She could not see what was
happening, and people could lie. So what was she to do?
"Professor?" Jean called out to him softly as she turned to him. Her eyes focused onto him softly.
"It's no use Jean. She is blocking us out…It's incredible…I've never seen such resistance…"Charles commented as he allowed his hands too slip off his temples.
"Please dear! Let us help you! We only want what's best for you…If we don't treat your eyes you will be blind the rest of your life…"Storm said sweetly, and as softly as she could. She hoped if she reassured her, perhaps she could do her job and help her.
"GRAAAHHH!AHHHH!"Growled Taylor as she moved her head side to side, not allowing any hand to get a grip of her. She struggled to get loose, and began to yell and scream. Not even Rouge could get a firm grip of her mind like this, she could hurt her.
"What the hell is going on here?! Can't a fella get a nap without hearing all this racket!?" The steel door slid open allowing Logan to step into the medical room. Having a horrible hangover from yesterday's bar hopping, his head was throbbing. Thus, he was in a grumpier mood than usual.
"Loan…This isn't the time for this…We-"Jean started to go, but then trail off finding it useless.
For a split- moment, Taylor's mind went blank after hearing and smelling the scent of Logan. Charles took the opportunity and got into her mind, her defensive being down. Everything went quiet as the Professor began his conversation via telepathy.
"We are only here to help you. Allow us to perform the proper actions to heal your eyes."
"No! That's what they all say! The last person who I trusted…No! Get out of my head!"
"Please Taylor…Do
not make this harder than it has to be…I promise you…I shall not
do anything that will harm you…Believe me..."
"………"
"My name is Charles Xavier…Your at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning…You are in good hands…"
As quickly as the conversation started, it ended with Taylor's surrender. She stopped immediately and opened her eyes wide so that they could begin. Storm looked at her then to the Professor. With a smile, she began to take samples of the poison to create an anti-venom. Jean took samples of her blood, to counteract the poison's effect on her eyes. Logan stood their confused and scratched his head. Finally gaining his peace, he attempted to leave; the professor stopped him."Logan I ask you to please stay. We might need your services…"Charles said lightly, over looking the progress. With a slight groan, Logan stayed, completely loathing this.
After only an hour or two, everything was done. The anti-venom was finished. The effects were targeted and were frozen from progressing too far. An injection or two, and a yelp, they unstrapped Taylor. Logan left as soon as she let go. Storm took a few drops of the anti-venom and placed them into her eyes. Like magic, she could see again. Taylor rubbed her eyes and then looked around. She first looked at Storm, who was in front of her, then Jean, and lastly the professor.
"How do you feel?"Asked Charles as he moved his wheelchair over to her bed side, smiling some. Taylor was reluctant to answer. She adverted her gaze to the ground, and ran her hand through her brown hair. Storm and Jean frowned some. The professor kept his smile, and headed for the door. "Please follow me…I'd like to give you a tour of the school." He added as he waited at the door. Hank entered the room and smiled at her. "Well hello there, miss. I am glad to see you well." He said pleasantly and politely. Adjusting his glasses he looked at her expression. Taylor got down from the bed, and fell over. Jean and Storm caught her. Storm looked at her worriedly. "Are you alright? The poison must not have been all gone yet…Maybe you should stay here for a bit longer…"She gave her some advice as a doctor would, and a concern woman. Taylor shook her head in a no, and wobbled over to the door. Hank put her arm over his shoulder and smiled warmly. "Don't worry I got you." He chuckled some as he supported most of her weight, which wasn't a lot. Jean placed a blanket over her clothes, to hide her torn attire. They did not change her, so she did not get alarmed or afraid.
The professor, Hank, and Taylor walked the halls of the house. Taylor had not said a word, but the occasional nod. She didn't even smile or any reaction to anything. After the tour was finished, Hank escorted her to the dinning room were other mutant students had already started eating. She sat next to Hank, Storm, and Jean, but did not even touch her food. Hank took it and ate it, with permission from her, of course. Jean took her to an empty room, while Hank and Storm attended other duties.
"This will be your room, if you decided to stay
here, which we all hope you do. I've taken the liberty of placing
some fresh clean clothes in the closet, and towel in the bath room.
Make yourself at home. I will bring your bag up in a minute; Kurt was
so kind as to go get it for you." She said in a chipper tone, while
smiling. However, upon receiving no reaction, she left with a frown.
She closed the door some, leaving a crack open.
"Hey,
Jubilee…Do you mind keeping an eye
on the new girl…She has been through a lot and shouldn't be left
alone…But don't bug her." Jean whispered to Jubilee as she
looked through the crack towards Taylor. Jubilee nodded and gave her
a solider salute, before she burst out in laughter. Jean smiled and
laughed a bit. "Thanks." And with that she left.
Jubilee stood outside the door and peered inside the door, curious to whom the new girl was. Taylor was sitting on her bed, looking down. Her hands remained on her lap as she wore a sad expression. Jubilee frown some as she looked at her. Obediently, she stood outside. The first few minutes were okay. But then she got bored. A familiar grunt caused a smile to spread across her lips. "Wolvie!"Cried Jubilee as she ran over toward Logan.
Being left alone, Taylor took a quick shower and changed into the clothes that were there. A white button up shirt, and a pair of jeans. Not her ideal choice of clothes, but she had to due with what she got. The shirt was a bit tight, but not too much. She looked around the empty room and found no comfort their. She peeked outside and did not hear the other girl. She walked out and went to the mansion gardens. No one was there, thankfully. She sat on one of rim of the balcony, dangling her legs over the edge. The air blowing through her hair felt nice.
When Jean returned to Taylor's room and saw she was gone, she panicked. She looked around, and then told the Professor about her disappearance. Storm, Scott, Jean, Hank, Kurt, Rouge, Gambit, Jubilee, and the professor went on a hunt. Jubilee found her sitting on edge, and misinterpreted it.
"There she is! She's going to jump off the balcony!" She yelled and everyone rushed to her. The professor and Storm waited at the bottom, and the rest tried to convince her suicide was not the way. Taylor rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh. She shook her head and jumped off. Everyone gasped as Storm waited underneath her, ready to catch her. Taylor landed safely on all fours. She landed in a dog's protective pose. They stared at her in confusion. Jubilee laughed some and rubbed the back of her head. "Well maybe she wasn't going to jump…" Everyone sighed and left. Expect the professor. Taylor had taken a seat by the rose garden, and stared at the roses.
"Penny for your thought?" The professor joked a bit, and laughed. Ironically, the telepath could not tell what was on her mind. Taylor looked at him, then back to the flowers.
"Why is it that you do not wish to speak? I understand what you went through, I felt some of it, but you are amongst friends…"Charles asked her as he placed his hand over hers.
Taylor looked up at him, her expression gaining some emotion. "Empathy?" She asked softly. Her voice was strong, yet sweet. She had the voice of a confident woman, even with her soft tone.
"Yes, empathy…I found you by luck, and I felt the pain you did."Charles smiled warmly as he let go of her hand, and placed it on his lap.
Taylor did not respond. So the professor went on to ask another question. "Are you a mutant?"He asked boldly.
"Yes…You can call it that…"She elaborated a bit, turning her attention to some students blissfully showing off their powers.
"You are safe here…Everyone here protects each other. You are free to be yourself here…You can stop pretending…"He added in a small chuckle.
Taylor took a deep breath in, and then let it out. "I don't like to show it…."
"I do
not understand…"
"I have their genes…Well some. I don't
like being confused for one of them…" Taylor responded as she
sighed deeply.
"……." Charles said quiet as he stared at her intrigued with her origins.
Another sigh came from her, she hated pushy people, but he had helped her…,"They call me Gilda…It means servant to the almighty master…Their master…But my parents gave me the name Taylor and they also gave me the title as the White Wolf." A smile creased her lips as she recalled some good things. "My mother used to call me the 'Milky Wolfie of the Moon People…' and she used to tell me stupid little stories about my kind…"She chuckled some.
The professor sensed the sadness in her tone and a hush fell over him. Taylor also stopped talking, and instead took some comfort with his silent company. "Professor!" Ororo signaled him, his presence needed in the mansion.
With a nod and a wave, the professor confirmed his leaving. "Well Taylor…I must leave now…I have a class to teach…Thank you for the conversation…I enjoyed it." He said with a smile, wheeling his chair over the lawn, he headed for the mansion.
"Xavier…Do you have a training room? Or some sort of gym?" She asked in an attempt to let out some steam. A grin slipped onto the professor's faces as he heard her question. Did they have a gym….Psh…
