"Analise, you have to get up at some point. You can't stay here all day."
"Go away, Hank!" I yelled from underneath my pillow.
"You do have training soon."
"And I don't want to go. I didn't chose to have this!" I lifted my head out from under the pillow and faced where I knew Hank was.
"You agreed to it by coming here. Charles wants all his students to have control over their abilities. Besides, your telepathy-"
"I have control!" I slammed my face back to where my pillow was.
"Analise, come on, practice isn't going to hurt you."
"Hank, I will give you one more chance to leave me alone. After that, I will be forced to use my powers," I growled at him.
Analise, may I see you in my study for a moment?
Yes, Charles. "Hank, out, now. I have to get ready." I threw a pillow in his direction, and heard it hit him.
"Sheesh, Analise, when did you get an arm like that?"
"Training," was my sassy reply. I quickly got ready, throwing on whatever I could find and hoping that it matched. I walked downstairs, heading towards Charles's study. I gently rapped at the closed door, aware of two presences inside the room.
"Come in, Miss Davis, and meet our new student."
I walked into the room, aware that Charles was probably going to use me as an example for the school.
"Hello, Professor." I walked over to where I knew a chair was and sat down. Well, attempted to. There was already someone seated there. I promptly jumped up, feeling my cheeks heating up from embarrassment. Even though I had gotten used to being blind, I didn't like to advertise the fact. "I'm so sorry!" I apologized quickly.
"It's fine. Professor Xavier already explained to me about your disability." I whipped my head to where I knew Charles was sitting in his wheelchair.
"Charles!"
"Analise, allow me to explain. Scott here is also blind. I figured you could help him more then I could in this aspect."
"Oh!" I felt embarrassed with my reaction, and felt like I should attempt to make it up. "Is your blindness a side effect of your power or from a traumatic event?"
"From my powers. I shoot beams of energy I think from my eyes. Very destructive beams. I destroyed my school about a year ago." Remy had left about three months before that. I wonder if he, no, stop it. Stop thinking about Remy. "I was kidnapped and held in this compound with other mutants. They seemed to have collected us and harvested our powers some how. We escaped, thanks to the help of two other mutants. I don't know what happened to them, but I can only assume that they didn't make it. Professor Xavier was there to take us away from the compound. But, at the time he rescued us, the school was closed down. I was put into a state home and remained there until just recently, when the Professor contacted me and let me know that the school was re-opened, and that I was welcome to come."
"Indeed, Mr. Summers. Analise, would you show our newest student around? Hank and I will be in the lab."
"Of course, Professor. Mr. Summers, if you will come with me."
"Analise, he is still blind." Charles gently reminded me.
"Right, sorry, Mr. Summers." I felt a hand grasp my shoulder and give me a friendly squeeze.
"You feel so small, Analise." Scott said. I could tell that he was smiling.
"And you have a strong grip, Mr. Summers." I walked through the doors of Charles's study, making sure that Scott was still in contact with me.
"Analise, please, call me Scott. I'm younger than you."
"Alright, Scott. Are you hungry?"
"I could go for a snack."
"Lucky for you, I know how to get to the kitchen from anywhere." I gave him a laugh and walked us over to the kitchen. I guided Scott to a chair and began to get some simple snack foods for us to eat. All I could find quickly and easily was carrots. I set a plate down next to Scott and placed some carrots on the plate. "Sorry it isn't much of a snack. I'm not exactly allowed to use the stove."
"It's fine. What is it?"
"Carrots."
"Perfect." I reached with one hand for his while keeping the other on the plate and guided his hand to where the plate was. "Thank you."
"Your welcome." We sat in silence for a while, just eating the carrots.
Analise?
Yes, Professor?
Could you bring Mr. Summers down to the lab? I believe we may have a solution to his problem.
Of course, right away, Charles.
"Scott-"
"I heard. Do you think he can actually fix my problem?"
"Yes, I know he can."
