He mindlessly reached over his body with his left hand and grabbed the
corner of a soft blanket that had been falling off the side of the bed. He
curled up, wrapping the blanket around him tightly. The blanket was soft,
the kind of soft you usually only get with a brand new blanket.
"Who's Siphon?" Golden rolled over getting tangled in his bed sheets, but now having a perfect view of the person talking to him. It was a girl, not to old, wearing a long yellow jacket and bright pink sunglasses. "Not that it's any of my business." She turned around chewing her bubble gum loudly and took a seat by his bed.
Golden Flare was still half asleep and in no mood to start conversation. "What?" Although he was curious of his whereabouts he didn't intend to chitchat with anyone about his friends.
The girl crossed her arms and leaned on the wall next to her, tilting the chair dangerously to one side. "Oh, you talk in your sleep." With that she blew a large pink bubble.
"She isn't anyone you need to know about." He looked across the room at the warm colors and comfortable furniture in the room. "Where am I?"
She threw a wet cloth on his head "Welcome to the Xavier mansion."
Golden didn't have a clue what the wet blue cloth was for. So he asked. "What's this cloth for?"
"Some ones gotta clean your room. And it isn't gunna be me." She got up out of the chair and shot her hand out. "My name is Jubilee. And you are?"
"Oh, yeah. Forgot to introduce myself." Golden rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "I'm Golden Flare." He shook hands with Jubilee and sat up right in the bed.
"Nice to meet you." She replied. She readied herself to go by readjusting her glasses. "Golden Flare, what names are these newbie X-Men gunna think up next!" she walked out the door, shutting it not too quietly behind her.
Golden kicked his legs up over the side of the bed and let his feet touch the cold, shining wood floor. He didn't think the floor needed cleaning. Only the area of big muddy footprints left in Jubilees wake. He dressed himself in clothes he found in the dresser drawer in the corner of the room. A pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. He thought the clothes lacked any style what so ever. Hi picked up the blue cloth and wiped his face, cool and refreshing as the wet towel was against his boiling skin, it was no match for the beating heat pouring in from a large window at the side of the room. He lazily walked over and pulled the curtain shut leaving him in utter darkness.
"Uh.oops?" he said as he pulled the curtains open enough to let him see again. He took the cloth and started to wipe the mud off the floor. Knowing he was in the house of the infamous X-Men, of which he admired for their good deeds. The small party of X-Counter had never actually done anything. Only perform test and store information in their little buildings around the base. Thinking of the base made Golden recall the incident of which he was responsible for. The bases destruction. As much as he wanted it to be some one else's problem, he knew it was souly his fault. He let his emotions take control and make him transform into his glowing golden figure. He felt sadness sweep over his body, releasing a tinge of gold throughout his skin. He shook his head ferociously, telling himself he could not let himself transform ever again. Which really, would be almost impossible. He didn't want to have to discard his emotions all together. He knew he just had to try not to over react to things. The sadness faded replaced by hope. Maybe the X-Men had saved others. Maybe he wasn't the soul survivor.
"Easy, I think your removing the finish from the floor." A shadow of a man had covered the floor of which Golden was cleaning.
"Oh, sorry." Golden now realized he hadn't moved. And yes, he had almost removed all the finishing from that area. He craned his neck back looking up at a person he quickly recognized as Cyclops.
Cyclops didn't seem to understand how Golden was feeling. He acted as if he was superior to him. Almost as if he was Skewer back at the X-Counter base. "Fallow me, I'll bring you to see Professor Xavier."
"Who's Siphon?" Golden rolled over getting tangled in his bed sheets, but now having a perfect view of the person talking to him. It was a girl, not to old, wearing a long yellow jacket and bright pink sunglasses. "Not that it's any of my business." She turned around chewing her bubble gum loudly and took a seat by his bed.
Golden Flare was still half asleep and in no mood to start conversation. "What?" Although he was curious of his whereabouts he didn't intend to chitchat with anyone about his friends.
The girl crossed her arms and leaned on the wall next to her, tilting the chair dangerously to one side. "Oh, you talk in your sleep." With that she blew a large pink bubble.
"She isn't anyone you need to know about." He looked across the room at the warm colors and comfortable furniture in the room. "Where am I?"
She threw a wet cloth on his head "Welcome to the Xavier mansion."
Golden didn't have a clue what the wet blue cloth was for. So he asked. "What's this cloth for?"
"Some ones gotta clean your room. And it isn't gunna be me." She got up out of the chair and shot her hand out. "My name is Jubilee. And you are?"
"Oh, yeah. Forgot to introduce myself." Golden rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "I'm Golden Flare." He shook hands with Jubilee and sat up right in the bed.
"Nice to meet you." She replied. She readied herself to go by readjusting her glasses. "Golden Flare, what names are these newbie X-Men gunna think up next!" she walked out the door, shutting it not too quietly behind her.
Golden kicked his legs up over the side of the bed and let his feet touch the cold, shining wood floor. He didn't think the floor needed cleaning. Only the area of big muddy footprints left in Jubilees wake. He dressed himself in clothes he found in the dresser drawer in the corner of the room. A pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. He thought the clothes lacked any style what so ever. Hi picked up the blue cloth and wiped his face, cool and refreshing as the wet towel was against his boiling skin, it was no match for the beating heat pouring in from a large window at the side of the room. He lazily walked over and pulled the curtain shut leaving him in utter darkness.
"Uh.oops?" he said as he pulled the curtains open enough to let him see again. He took the cloth and started to wipe the mud off the floor. Knowing he was in the house of the infamous X-Men, of which he admired for their good deeds. The small party of X-Counter had never actually done anything. Only perform test and store information in their little buildings around the base. Thinking of the base made Golden recall the incident of which he was responsible for. The bases destruction. As much as he wanted it to be some one else's problem, he knew it was souly his fault. He let his emotions take control and make him transform into his glowing golden figure. He felt sadness sweep over his body, releasing a tinge of gold throughout his skin. He shook his head ferociously, telling himself he could not let himself transform ever again. Which really, would be almost impossible. He didn't want to have to discard his emotions all together. He knew he just had to try not to over react to things. The sadness faded replaced by hope. Maybe the X-Men had saved others. Maybe he wasn't the soul survivor.
"Easy, I think your removing the finish from the floor." A shadow of a man had covered the floor of which Golden was cleaning.
"Oh, sorry." Golden now realized he hadn't moved. And yes, he had almost removed all the finishing from that area. He craned his neck back looking up at a person he quickly recognized as Cyclops.
Cyclops didn't seem to understand how Golden was feeling. He acted as if he was superior to him. Almost as if he was Skewer back at the X-Counter base. "Fallow me, I'll bring you to see Professor Xavier."