17th April 1967 – 11pm
Her eyes blinked open about a second later and she stared down wide eyed as she realised with a small jolt that she was lying on top of a boy, a young boy, young and unconscious boy. She coughed awkwardly and shuffled off him standing up looking down at him. He was sprawled out over the floor his face set into a slight frown his face quite flushed as if he'd been holding his breath, she frowned not quite sure what to do with the boy.
She looked up and around the room, it was small, dimly lit and could best be described as a metal box, not much else stood in the room apart from the boy, who wasn't stood at all.
She turned round, and had to force herself not to cry out in shock at the man stood about 10 inches behind her, she raised her hand to her mouth.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were there…." She said to him, looking him up and down at his unusual attire. He was all in black, a cape draped over his shoulders which fell to his shoes and atop his head there was a large metal helmet. He didn't say anything merely looked at her in slight confusion.
"What?" She asked the frown he wore creeping onto her face also, he stared at her a second longer, his eyes flickering over to the boy lying on the floor.
"Amazing…" He said in a hushed voice, his eyes continuing to flicker between the two. He let out a small bark of laughter as his eyes settled on her face.
"What?" She asked again getting slightly frustrated.
The man smirked and held back another laugh turning his full attention to the woman before him. "Nothing…It's just, wonderful seeing you awake at last." He said giving her a charming smile.
"What do you mean? Where am I….I can't, I don't remember anything." She looked at the man her eyes showed confusion and sadness.
"Not to worry my dear, step this way, let us find a more…comfortable spot to talk about." He paused, "Matters…" He motioned with his hand that she follow him through the door which scraped back against the metal hinges with an unwelcome screech. She followed him unsure of just about everything right now other than the man in front of her was probably the only man she could rely on right now for answers.
He led her through more dimly lit corridors to a slightly lighter room, there were a few chairs scattered around and what looked like a manually put together radio sitting on a stool, she sat down and watched as the man pulled up a chair and sat opposite her, the action seemed familiar to her as he leant forward intrigued.
"Where am I?" She asked after they had sat like that for a few silent seconds.
"Safe." He replied dryly.
She nodded, "Who am I?" She finally asked her face screwing up into a concerned frown, the fact that she didn't know was disturbing to her, she found herself, knowing nothing of who she was. She knew she was human, that she had long, dark brown hair, she knew that where-ever she was she had no idea how she got there and she also knew that any name that she previously knew had been eradicated from her memory.
"Your name is Rosa Olivia Halleway, you are 20 years of age and for the last 2 years you have been in an injury induced coma." He said flatly, like he was reciting something well practiced.
She…Rosa, nodded slowly taking it in and fitting it to her growing self description. "Why was I in the coma?"
He looked at her, his eyes boring into hers as if he were searching for something, "Injury." He said.
Rosa rolled her eyes, something which seemed to spark off interest in the man as she spotted the corner of his mouth twitch up in a satisfied smirk.
"Fine, don't tell me." She said huffing slightly, "So why am I here?" She asked feeling slightly more comfortable, content on the fact that if he were going to hurt her, he would have done it by now.
"I'm looking after you, you're special Rosa." He said leaning back on the chair slightly, "You know of mutants?" He asked slowly.
Rosa nodded, finding it slightly odd that she knew certain things, like knowledge about other things, but no knowledge of any relevance about herself.
"Well, you are a mutant." The man said smiling slightly, before he reached up and pulled the metal helmet over his head and putting it to the side.
Now that Rosa could see his face she wouldn't deny that he wasn't bad looking. He had bright blue eyes and darkish hair which was brushed back slightly.
"Who even are you?" Rosa said her eyes moving back to his.
"Charles Xavier..." He said slowly, eyes flickering over her face for any sign on recognition, or anger, when there was none he smiled and added light heartedly. "That's a lie, name's Erik Lensherr." His smirk changed into a smile as she nodded and relaxed into her own seat.
"So what sort of mutant am I?" Rosa asked intrigued.
"Telepathy, and telekinesis…" He said, his eyes sparkling slightly, Rosa was beginning to trust Erik…he had given her all the answers she'd asked for, he hadn't killed her and he was smiling at her in what appeared to be a genuine way.
"Right…can I try it?" Rosa asked raising her eyebrows questioningly.
Erik nodded and looked at her expectantly, someone like Charles would have told her not to, that she'd be too weak after having just come back…from the dead, Erik thought with a smile. He'd done it, he'd actually done it. Brought Rosa back, hopefully powers and all with no recollection of who she was, or more importantly who he was.
Rosa looked around the room before her eyes settled on the makeshift radio, she frowned slightly and willed it upwards.
The radio lifted up into the air and as it did Rosa gasped , it felt like someone had tipped a bucket of ice cold water over her head. Where was she, where was Charles? She was meant to be dead? What the hell was happening?
The radio stayed suspended as Rosa turned back to Magneto and said with malice in her voice, "What the hell is going on here? Where am I Erik? I…I died!" She cried at him.
Erik's attention snapped away from the radio and he stood up confusion flitting across his face as for the first time he saw recognition in her eyes.
"Rosa?" He said carefully.
"Well who else was it going to be!" Rosa shouted the room shaking slightly. Erik frowned and took a step back but was quickly cornered by Rosa who advanced on him angrily.
"Where is Charles?" She said her voice low and threatening, Erik thought quickly and focused on the hovering radio bringing it flying towards the pair, crashing into the side of Rosa's skull with an ugly crack. Later followed by her slumping over into Erik arms, he lifted her up and placed her back on one of the chairs as she stirred loudly, he took a step back watching her closely reaching for his helmet as her eyes opened slowly, clouded over slightly but none the less awake. Then she spoke and what she said next baffled Erik completely, she looked up at him confusion in her eyes with a tiny spark of excitement as she said quietly.
"So, did I do it?