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I had just drifted off to sleep when I heard a faint noise outside the door of our room. Voices echoed through the empty halls of shelter. I climbed as quietly as I could out of the bed, trying to avoid the squeaky spring. I walked across the room to the large white door, and put my ear up to the crack.
"I'm so sorry for the mix up, sir. She should be around here somewhere…in on of these rooms." I heard a flustered voice say. Whoever she was talking to said something to low for me to hear. I heard her clear her throat, and continue on her inspection. "Hmm…let's see…"I heard her knock on one of the doors across from us. "Hello dear, have you seen a girl about this tall, with wavy brown hair with purple streaks? Golden eyes- no? Ok, thank you dear." The door closed softly, and I heard them move on. I hurried to where I had stashed my bag, thinking, I just got here, and already I've gotta leave. I need to write Amelia and Chelsea a note…but there's not enough time. I've gotta go! I moved quietly to the dresser, and pulled open its' drawer. I pulled all of my clothes out in a wad, and stuffed them in my bag. I wasn't sure who was looking for me, but neither option seemed my style. Sabertooth would just kill me. The X-men would put me in an atmosphere I can't live in. I can't live in the hero persona; it's just not for me. I have too many reasons to hate man, and I'm not about to go save their butts. I zipped it up, and opened the door a crack. No one's in the hall…time to make a get-away!
I slipped through the door, and walked quickly and quietly down the hall. "Excuse me, have you seen…oh, hello Carmen," the woman said. I turned around, realizing I had been caught. I saw a burly looking man in jeans and a tight tee shirt. An older man in a wheel chair sat beside him, a calculating look on his face. I glared at them, though I felt a bit happier that they weren't Sabertooth. "Where were you heading young lady?" the woman asked strictly. I turned to face her, shoving a nasty remark back down my throat. She was a calm looking woman, with pointed features. Her face was long, her nose sharp and commanding. Her eyes were an icy blue, and were very large. Like and owls, they seemed to glow behind the large, round frames of her glasses. I smiled as sweetly as I could, but it felt like it was a sour grin forming on my face. I heard Xavier clear his throat, and she turned to face him. He smiled, and said calmly, "Do not worry about it. We will be checking her out of here if you don't mind." I saw him smile, and I felt the tension ease out of her. Do not worry, Sabertooth cannot get you if you are with us, He whispered to my brain. Get out of my head! I don't need your help! I thought angrily. I was doing just fine until I decided to depend on another. Foolish me for trusting. I'll no longer be the fool, Professor Xavier. I'm sure you heard the Scottish proverb, fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Well there shall be no more shame on my head.
He looked surprised at my bitter thoughts, and continued to follow the woman to the front desk. We shall not force you to join us. We just offer protection from your enemies. You may stay here if you wish, but we cannot protect you this far away, I sighed. There was no need to become friends, and it was free protection from Sabertooth. Live, danger. Live, danger. Such a hard choice. I'll go with you on one condition, I thought, knowing he was still in my head. And what is that? He said a tiny bit relieved. I don't want to be part of the 'club'. I don't want to be part of your 'family'. I'm just going for the protection. What will I have to pay you? I thought. No payment is necessary. We offer it for free. I saw the small smile he tried to suppress. I saw that he had told Logan my decision by the way he smiled and signed me out of the shelter. What have I gotten myself? into?