*Chapter One *
Solar woke up, the sun filtering through the gap in the curtains. Throwing the cover back he got up and headed for the bathroom. Flipping on the light he went over to the shower and turned it on. He tested the water and stepped in and, as the hot water pounded on his skin, his thoughts wandered to last night. True to his word, Wolverine had given him a bed for the night and a decent meal, but he was unsure about meeting his boss, Xavier. This Xavier could be some sort of hormone driven killer for all he knew, but he had no intensions of finding out. Stepping out he grabbed a towel and went back into the bedroom. Drying himself he pulled on a pair of torn jeans, a dirty t-shirt and his one and only pair of trainers. He went to grab his bag, when he caught a glimpse of himself in a full-length mirror. It had been ages since he had last had the chance to look at himself in the mirror.
The reflection that looked at back at him was much older than his years. At only 17 he had lived on the street for two years now and was hardened to the world. His dark brown eyes let no emotions through and his skin was now a tanned colour from being exposed to the outside all day. His black hair was short and rough and stubble lay on his face. He was strangely handsome, but no one on the streets gave a damn about a homeless mutant.
Solar grabbed his bag and hooked it over his shoulder. Heading towards the door he grabbed the handle and twisted it. Opening the door he was faced by Jean.
"Going somewhere Solar? " She looked at him. She was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and even though she was in her late twenties early thirties- way older than him- he still felt attracted to her. He hair was thick and silky and her lips perfectly formed. He felt his whole body tingle and an overwhelming urge to let his defences down and give into her but life on the streets had taught him better than to trust a pretty face. He felt the pain from before.
"No." His voice was clear and unemotional, but inside his head his mind was acting quickly. He held back his emotions. Not daring to speak any more than possible. He considered all the options.
"So what where you doing then?" Jean still questioned him, blocking the doorway while doing so. Her words filled his head like milk to the jug, yet still he held back.
"Nothing."
"I believe that you have still to meet Dr. Xavier." She smiled at him.
"Well, that was the deal, but I'm hungry. Could I have something to eat, please." He forced the please out, but he knew it was appreciated. He felt he could force anything out for hr.
"Sure. I'm Jean by the way." She smiled again and led him down to the mess hall. Solar happy to follow clutched his bag tighter and followed her like a puppy.
Solar woke up, the sun filtering through the gap in the curtains. Throwing the cover back he got up and headed for the bathroom. Flipping on the light he went over to the shower and turned it on. He tested the water and stepped in and, as the hot water pounded on his skin, his thoughts wandered to last night. True to his word, Wolverine had given him a bed for the night and a decent meal, but he was unsure about meeting his boss, Xavier. This Xavier could be some sort of hormone driven killer for all he knew, but he had no intensions of finding out. Stepping out he grabbed a towel and went back into the bedroom. Drying himself he pulled on a pair of torn jeans, a dirty t-shirt and his one and only pair of trainers. He went to grab his bag, when he caught a glimpse of himself in a full-length mirror. It had been ages since he had last had the chance to look at himself in the mirror.
The reflection that looked at back at him was much older than his years. At only 17 he had lived on the street for two years now and was hardened to the world. His dark brown eyes let no emotions through and his skin was now a tanned colour from being exposed to the outside all day. His black hair was short and rough and stubble lay on his face. He was strangely handsome, but no one on the streets gave a damn about a homeless mutant.
Solar grabbed his bag and hooked it over his shoulder. Heading towards the door he grabbed the handle and twisted it. Opening the door he was faced by Jean.
"Going somewhere Solar? " She looked at him. She was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and even though she was in her late twenties early thirties- way older than him- he still felt attracted to her. He hair was thick and silky and her lips perfectly formed. He felt his whole body tingle and an overwhelming urge to let his defences down and give into her but life on the streets had taught him better than to trust a pretty face. He felt the pain from before.
"No." His voice was clear and unemotional, but inside his head his mind was acting quickly. He held back his emotions. Not daring to speak any more than possible. He considered all the options.
"So what where you doing then?" Jean still questioned him, blocking the doorway while doing so. Her words filled his head like milk to the jug, yet still he held back.
"Nothing."
"I believe that you have still to meet Dr. Xavier." She smiled at him.
"Well, that was the deal, but I'm hungry. Could I have something to eat, please." He forced the please out, but he knew it was appreciated. He felt he could force anything out for hr.
"Sure. I'm Jean by the way." She smiled again and led him down to the mess hall. Solar happy to follow clutched his bag tighter and followed her like a puppy.