The first thing Clint notices in the morning is sunlight shining through the window since there are no curtains. He thrashes around a little bit stretching out with a long yawn before finally opening his eyes and to his horror he is still in the tiny secluded hospital room which meant everything that happened last night was as real as it gets from the creepy voice to- but before Clint can finish his thought he is cut off by said voice making him jump slightly.
HEY!!! I do not sound creepy, dark and devious maybe but not creepy! The voice yells in its own defense.
Clint rolls his eyes before taking a fresh pair of underwear and a black t-shirt with jeans and socks and lastly shoes which he noticed under the chair by the desk.
Now fully dressed he puts his mother's necklace on making sure it shows feeling a bit of honor and proudness well up within himself.
He only gets one step in before noticing another flashback of memory of a woman with long light brown hair and eyes to match handing him the cross smiling at him like any other loving parent would before the image switches to her being on a hospital bed with him holding her hand and Clint looking down at her sadly on the verge of tears as he feels her grip loosen and attempts to stroke his face one more time before her arm falls down on the bed lifelessly and him now bursting into a river of tears seeing the monitor going flatline.
He suddenly gets a flash flood of other memories with many different people throughout different ages and stages of his life going through his head all at once. Shortly he collapses back onto the bed as he tries to sort through the pieces of the puzzle and put them together.
From what he can now remember from the wary effects of the amnesia is that first off his name is Clint Fincham and is 17 years old and is from New York City. And the woman from the flashback is of course his mother her name is Kendra Fincham and she had raised him for the majority of his life due to the fact that his father Scott Fincham who was a NYPD detective died when he was 3 years old. The rest Clint makes out are just the basics of his life which turned to be not so great actually the class loser and helpless loner and the bullies number 1 punching bag, and most of all how he is a hopeless romantic when it comes to women especially since he's a year away from being a legal adult and he still hasn't even kissed a girl yet.
Clint shook his head slightly at those thought even though he didn't really care about things like that still it did hurt to know that for the majority of his life it was a complete mess.
But then he got to the crucial part where he remembered his Mom ended up in a fatal car accident and died several months back. But given the legal status of his age he was sent sent to the next of kin and both of his grandparents were dead on both sides due to natural causes and his father being an only child he went to his uncle on his mother's side Eddie Brock who…now come to think of it was as the voice from earlier said wasn't that different from him at all. His uncle Eddie Brock is or..was a famous at least in Clint's eyes that is. Was a famous reporter down in San Fransisco, California. But was fired a few months back and was barely able to pay the bills. He's been with his uncle right before the summer began until…
Clint's train of thought goes off on a tangent drawing up a blank for a moment before getting another image that is much more precise. He remembers going grocery shopping in town at Chen's which was his favorite store and from what his memories told him is that Mrs. Chen the owner was actually a really sweet lady who liked him a lot. But going back to the subject he remembers going in and remembers seeing a lady with dark hair and glasses who said she worked at some place called the Life Foundation. And wanted to expose some sort of cover up and wanted his uncle to be the one to blow the whistle. He remembers his uncle telling him to go home but Clint being as stubborn as he is refused to leave and went with them inside the building and saw a whole bunch of people in containment cells and then his uncle taking picture for evidence.
Until Clint noticed one of them banging against the glass and asking his uncle for help trying to open the door only to cause the alarm to sound Clint remembers the lady going berserk as his uncle tried to break the glass until finally the lady lunged out at him tackling him to the ground with her hands on his throat and Clint running over trying to pull her off next thing he knows one of her hands is around his own throat and feels a sensation coursing through him the same one he felt from yesterday in the infirmary that something else was controlling him and then……nothing!
Which calls for shitty timing to because he was brought back down to earth by the sound of knocking on his door.
"Come in!"
The door opened and once again it was none other than Dr. Reyes wearing that same lab coat and diamond emblem.
"Good morning Clint, did you sleep well?" She asks.
Clint just shrugs. "Yeah I guess, what do I owe this pleasant visit for doc!" He jokes.
Dr. Reyes just chuckles in response to that, "I was just going to tell you that daily group session begins in a few minutes it'll give me a chance to introduce you to the others."
"Alright I'll be there in a moment I just need to go to the bathroom and then I'll be right there!" She gives him a nod before leaving.
He lets out a deep breath before going off to take care of business as he does so he can't help but wonder who else is here with him and what can they do?
Everyone is dead silent as they all share the same dread of these mandatory so called sessions with Dr. Reyes there is 5 of them in the room excluding Dr. Reyes of course 2 boys and 3 girls.
They are all sitting in a circle with Dr. Reyes at the center facing against the wall. "Yesterday, I asked all of you to think about the first time your mutation manifested, would any of you like to share?" She asked with optimism eyeing the others to see if there were any willing volunteers.
But before anyone can possibly give an answer they all turn towards the doorway where the newest arrival is standing with his hands in his pockets he has jet black hair a slightly muscular build, and sea blue eyes.
The others take a moment to observe the newbie and none of them really show any interest although some of the girls in the room had to admit he was kinda cute.
Clint had just finished up in the bathroom and now finds himself in what he could guess was the relaxation lounge or something. He sees five others that look just about his age and some who are possibly younger but he takes in appearance of each person.
The first girl next to the empty chair had long dark hair and looked to be around 16 years old and Native American from the looks of it. She gave him a flat look.
Next to her was a boy who looked to be around his age 17 he was wearing a baseball cap and flannel possibly with a cast and sling on his left arm. He just nodded at Clint.
To his right was a slender and slightly pale girl who looked to be 18 at least. She had a hybrid bob like haircut wearing a black top and a chain necklace with very long flowing blonde hair going past her shoulders with a….purple looking sock puppet on her right hand. The look she gave Clint told him all he needed to know that girl's ice cold reception she was giving immediately set off some red flags in Clint's mind.
To her left was a boy with very tan skin and dark curly locks from what Clint could tell he seemed Brazilian. He was also 18 from the looks of it and did seem to be pay much attention.
The last one was a girl wearing a navy blue sweater she had short auburn red hair, emerald green eyes, and a religious pendant around her neckshe looked to be 17 years old and the way she looked at him gave this aura of shyness to her. She seemed kinda pretty even. Wait where did that come from Clint pushed those thought to the back.
Dr. Reyes spoke up, "Please join us Clint!" He slowly made his way towards the empty chair and sat down. "Everyone this is our new patient, Clint Fincham."
Suddenly the tan Brazilian boy laughed for some reason. Clint of course noticed this and did not feel pleased at all especially since he now has plenty of memories being laugh at by others. But this he just had to know.
"Something funny?" Clint asked.
The boy stopped laughing, "I gotta know whenever someone calls you by your last name to they chirp, you know since last I heard a finch was a bird, get it Fincham!!" He snickered a bit.
Clint just frowned. "Very funny!"
Dr. Reyes then interrupted his antics, "Clint allow me to introduce you to your fellow patients, next to you is our second newest arrival Danielle Moonstar she arrived a few days before you actually, next her her is Sam Guthrie, and then Illyana Rasputin, and you've already met Roberto da Costa, and lastly Rahne Sinclair!"
Clint luckily was able to keep up with the introductions. "You are just in time Clint today we are going to share about the first time each of us experienced our first time as a mutant, given that your new I understand about your hesitancy to share, so would anyone else like to share?"
Nobody seemed in any rush to be first Clint could tell that for sure. About a minute a silence passed before Dr. Reyes spoke up again, "Look we can't help each other unless we talk to each other, I can't emphasize that enough! I can't help any of you if you all choose not to participate!"
Then she looked to her right, at the redhead, Rahne her name is Clint recalls during introductions. "So Rahne, why don't you start!"
Rahne seemed a little hesitant to share at first but eventually she seemed to give in, "I was 13, I remember running through the woods." Rahne replied in a Scottish accent. The image changes to narrow vision and the sound of a panting dog running. "And how did you feel?"
"Free, like the most free I'd ever felt in my whole life….but guilty too." Rahne said with a bit of regret. While she noticed Clint right across from her listening intently to her origin story.
"Why did you feel guilty?" Reyes asked.
"Because I knew it was bad, I went to Reverend Craig to see if he could pray it out of me. He asked me to show him what it was and so I….changed!"
"And what did Reverend Craig do?"
Rahne took in a deep shuddering breath before answering, "He beat me about half to death he said I was a witch..that I was….going to hell!" She looked down in shame before looking bad up she noticed the new boy giving her a look of sympathy which she really appreciated Rahne already could feel hope rising in her that things would be better with him around.
Clint then heard… Illyana he thinks her name is pronounced speak up with her thick and cold Russian accent, "New guy, how fucked up are you then?" giving him a careless look.
"Illyana please don't start this!" Reyes pleaded.
"Drugs I bet, or DUI I'm thinking!" Roberto added.
"Keep behaving like you are and we all can just spend the rest of the day in solitary!" Reyes warned. Honestly Clint didn't want to find out what solitary was but it didn't sound good.
But her warned did seem to get everyone in the room back in order for the moment at least.
"I want you all to think very carefully about how you want to spend you time here but more importantly how long you want that time to be!"
Clint then noticed the blonde Ruskie obviously had enough as Illyana stood up to leave. "Illyana since you're already up could you at least show Clint around please?" Reyes asked before she could make it to the door.
Illyana just rolled her eyes carelessly, "Why do I have to?" Illyana asked turning to Clint. Who looked no more excited about this than she was.
Dr. Reyes simply replied, "Because I'm asking you!" Giving Illyana a serious look.
Illyana's only response to that was a scoff before walking out the door putting her jacket on.
Clint just sat there for a moment feeling that he'd rather jump off a cliff then follow that girl. Dr. Reyes gave Clint a side nod to follow her as he stood up the only thing he wanted to know was, "Is she always this cheery or is it just for me?" Clint asked with a speck of humor to his question. This caused Rahne to give a small chuckled snort and a small smile broke out on her face looking at Clint which he returned to her. With that he quickly is out the door and runs down the hall trying to catch up with her.
Oh this should be fun. Clint thinks to himself.
Yes it is she's feisty, angry, and dominant I like her! The voice noted with some amusement.
Clint looked to the heavens praying that the blonde Russian would never hear that.