AN: Ninth chappie.
Holla at a trap star.
LOL.
Me + Young Jeezy trap stars.
I heard voices.
Shocking, right?
I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't.
"Wha?" I- guess- I said.
I really couldn't understand myself.
I made out,
"She's awake," and, "Shh! She needs her rest!"
It sounded like two little girls.
Finally, I coughed what seemed like the only air in my body out, and cracked open my eyelids.
White.
That's what I was met with.
A white ceiling with white walls and white floors.
And a white- locked- door.
Yay. Just another replica of the School.
I craned my neck to search for the voices.
Seated right next to me, strapped down to a hospital bed, was a blonde little girl about the age of six or seven.
"Hi," She grinned and I could just feel myself warmed by her presence.
Or maybe it was the drugs.
Who knew?
"Hey," I croaked and tried to clear my throat again.
"Look! She's awake! I wonder what her name is."
"Well why don't you go ahead and ask her?"
"You. I'm scared of new people, you know that."
"Come on, Nudge, be the brave one for once."
"Sorry. You're the psychic."
I blinked at the two little girls.
Something was strange about this conversation.
Their mouths weren't moving.
And if that meant they were having telepathic conversations… why was I able to hear them?
Holy (insert swear word of your choice here).
I'm telepathic.
Sweet!
"So what's your name?" The blonde girl asked sweetly as she turned back towards my direction.
"Max. Yours?"
"Angel. And this is Nudge," Angel motioned with her head to a chocolate-colored eleven-year old beside her.
"Hi, Nudge," I smiled weakly and Nudge nodded, her eyes wide.
There was a grumble about pancakes from the other side of the room and I glanced over, jumping when I saw two other people.
Boys, to be specific.
The one who had mumbled "I'd like pancakes" looked to be about eight or nine, with blonde hair (like Angel's).
It wouldn't surprise me if they were brother and sis-
"It's cause we are," Angel interrupted and I jumped up as far as the straps on my arms would let me.
Well… privacy invasion much?
"Sorry. I'm just scared about newcomers," Angel shrugged and went back to Nudge.
Makes sense.
The other boy was about my age, with reddish blonde hair, and a tall build.
I blinked once.
And then twice.
And once more just to make sure I wasn't crazy.
I had seen this boy before.
I raked through my mind, trying to figure out where I had seen him.
But nothing came up.
Then I remembered.
The plane crash.
Waves of nausea crashed upon me as my world spun, my hands clinging to the bed rails, and doctors started rushing into the room.
"Max! Max, listen to me, all right?" A voice shouted above the others.
Technically, he didn't shout.
It was sort of a hushed whisper, which I could hear over everything.
Strange, huh?
"What am I doing here? Where am I? What happened to Jean and Logan and Storm? Where are they?!" I snapped at the voice and suddenly everything stopped.
My eyes cracked open a peek to see a brown-haired man standing over me.
"Max, I don't know how to tell you this but…"
"Where are they?! Did they survive? They had to because Jean would have stopped the plane and-"
"Max, everything you experienced these past weeks is all… erroneous."
"What does that mean?" I asked, fearful of the answer.
God, this could not be happening.
How could I have forgotten about them?
I mean, they were my life for a few weeks. How could they have just slipped my mind like th-
"We found you by the lake, Max. I don't know what you experienced while you were in your coma, but none of it was true. You were here the whole time, Max. In this very bed."
My eyes narrowed and I felt a growl forming in my lower throat, blood coursing through my veins,
"LIAR!" I screeched, tugging against my straps as I snapped one of them off.
"THEY DID EXIST! Jean, Logan, Storm, Kitty, John, Bobby, Rogue… all of them! They were there with me when the plane was blown to bits! I almost saved them but thanks to Fang he said Jean could take care of it so…"
I dropped my voice as the man beside me flinched.
"Fang?" His tone was low now.
Threatening.
Great, not another one of these losers.
"Fang? You know him?"
"Um… yeah. He's my boyfriend."
"Fang, Samuel's son?"
"YES!" I screamed, annoyed with this man now.
He was pissing me off.
First, telling me that the X-men weren't real and now dissing on my boyfriend.
Can we say jackass?
Suddenly, the man left.
No whispers, no thoughts ( I was trying out the new mind-reading power), and no comments.
Nothing.
Like a puppet on a string, or something.
Who knew? Maybe he was.
The way these crazy people had their crazy ways of "controlling".
"So… what was that all about?" The older boy across from me asked as he woke up, yawning.
"Dr. Batchelder was talking to Max. She woke up, Iggy! Isn't that great?" Angel bounced (well, as much as bouncing can do when you're strapped down to a metal hospital bed that should be for crazy people and not a six year old).
"Sweet. So what's your name?" Iggy asked, his eyes moving towards a little past my direction.
What was he? Blind?
"Actually, he is," Angel whispered and I snapped my mouth shut.
Oh.
Whoops.
"Yeah. Get used to it. Anyway, why don't you tell us about yourself? Maybe it'll wake Gaz up," Iggy shrugged, motioning over to the sleeping form beside him.
"Go 'way, Ig. Chasing squirrels."
Iggy winked, smirking, and whispered next to Gazzy,
"Oh, no, Gaz. The squirrels are getting away! Go get 'em, Gaz! Hurry!"
The little boy ran, his legs thumping against the paper-thin mattress as he huffed and breathed out, concentration etched onto his face.
"Chasing squirrels, eh?" I giggled and we all laughed as Gazzy dove for a squirrel.
And crashed his bed into the wall.
AN: Aww… I love this chapter.
Don't ask me why, it just shows that the other Flock is still playful even though they're tied up in a hospital room.
Tenth chappie coming your way soon!