Once I got up from the floor, Shaw grabbed me by the arm and dragged me down the hall. He headed toward the room I had woken up to that morning, but I knew that wasn't our final destination. The room at the end of the hall was.
He opened the oval shaped door and my eyes widened. The difference between my first room and this one was more than I could describe.
The room was baron white and the only light was from a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling. On the floor laid a small, grimy mattress that was as thin as a sleeping bag. There was no blanket or pillow, just a plain mattress. Next to the mattress was a candle sitting in a holder. The rest of the room was empty and the white walls reminded me of an insane asylum.
"Welcome to your new accommodations," said Shaw.
He shoved me in the door and I fell onto the mattress. Before leaving, he twisted the light bulb out of the swinging holder and the room went dark except for the ray of light from the hallway.
"I would light the candle if I were you," he said. "Wouldn't want to freeze. Have a pleasant night."
Then, he closed the door and I was left in total darkness. I immediately emitted some fire from my hand and lit the candle. The fire light was dim and didn't offer much, but it was better than nothing.
When I fell down, my shirt pushed up and my side was visible. There was enough light to notice that the large, dark bruise had faded away completely; I guessed it went away when my powers returned.
"Rebecca." A soft whisper echoed through my mind.
"Professor?"
"I am so sorry that this happened," he said. "I should have known before it happened. I shouldn't have stopped watching Shaw when you arrived; I knew that you being in my care wasn't going to stop him."
"No, if it's anyone's fault it's mine," I debated. "I should have screamed or done something while I was still at the mansion. I let my ego get in the way of my safety. I thought that if I waited until he went outside or into a car or something I could've taken him down on my own. Plus, no one else would be in danger of getting hurt. I didn't know he was a teleporter…I didn't…."
"Shhh," he soothed. "Everything will end up being alright. We will think of something."
He said the word think and I immediately panicked.
"Wait, what are we doing? Can't she hear us?"
He smiled mentally. "No. I have created a wall that Emma Frost cannot penetrate. We can have our conversations here without them ever being known. So whenever you need me, I will always be here."
I sighed a sigh of relief. I wasn't alone anymore.