e-mail: Slaya@rock.com
disclaimer: Craft is mine. Everything else belongs to Marvel.
The song belongs to Depeche mode (I think)
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Never felt so low
Chapter three-Intorduction 101
By The Opal Jade aka Slaya
I am waking up. Kinda freaked about what am I gonna see or what is going to be done to me when I do but….here it goes.
My eyes open as light comes to them. I feel….I feel….
Restraints. It is an easy problem to manage. I just recited a small spell and broke them apart and off. A voice of somesort came to my head. A telepath.
-Relax. You re not gonna be harmed here.
-Where am I?
-In doctor Charles Xaviors school for the gifted.
-And you are doctor Jean Grey, right?
-Yes I am. So…there seems to be a little telepath in you.
-Yeah.
I felt comfortable while speaking to her in my mind. She was not a risk. She was good, and wanted to help. I could feel it. But she was worried. About me.
She wanted to know how did little ol seventeen years old me get here on her own. She was also worried about the tatoo and some of the scars that were visible.
She has no idea. And I am kinda reading her mind, she knows it and she allowed it.
I could learn a lot from these people. They are strong.
-How did you get here?
-I do not know. Before she left me, Psylock told me to go here. I was just checking it out. I did not want to hurt anybody.
It is for the best when I am playing a goodie-too-shoes like this.
-It s okay, we realise that. What is your name?
-Why would you not check it out yourself?
-I don t do things that way. I m sorry.
Where were you born?
-Why do you ask?
-Your accent has a little british spirit in it.
-No. Just lived there for a while.
-With Psylock?
-Yeah. Do you know her?
-Yes, we all know her.
You re not completley sure about what it is that we do here.
-No, I am not.
-This is a school. For gifted students. Like for example you. And me. Or anybody else here.
The thought that they would let me stay was so good, but I did not want to take my cover off so soon… so I faked a little.
-And you wanna put me in the school?
-Yes.
-But I stoped going to school when I was thirteen.
She did not ask why. She just nodded. Her red hair glissened with light that reflected.
-And you can live here at the manor as the rest of us do.
Would you like that?
Would I like it. Would I like for the pain to stop. Yes. Sure I would. But all this seems too good to be true.
I told her that.
-It s too good to be true.
-What is? This place. Believe me…it s real. And not so good sometimes. We have our dark moments too. Everyone does. But we get out of it together.
Now, you re underaged. You have two choices. You can go to a foster home or something or you can stay here.
-I can take care of myself.
-I believe you. But it s better for you to stay here. No one will force you, but we would love to have you here.
-Maybe.
She bites her lip, like she is thinking about something important.
-You don t have any injuries, you re free to go. But first you have to meet doctor Charles Xavier.
-I do not want to stay.
-You ll just talk. Profesor Charles Xavier is the most powerful telepath in the world. He will help you. He once helped Psylock too. When she had to learn how to control her powers.
-He did?
-Yes he did. Qurious?
Ofcourse I was curious. A man that taught Psylock. And she taught me. The most powerful telepath on the planet. I must see him. And I must do this now.
-Take me to him. I wanna meet him.
Jean smiled. Like she was now sure that I will stay. It is a really beautiful thought. Beautiful. Not many things are beautiful in my life.
Soon I found myself in his office.
We comunicated telepathicly, just like with doctor Grey. He let me into his mind. I do not know anyone who would do a thing like that. Show trust like that.
-Can I stay here?, I suddenly asked being afraid that they will not let me in if I do not ask for being recieved right now, this very second.
-Offcourse you can. Any time you want.
-Now.
«The girl has been alone for too long.», I caught a glimpse of his thoughts. He forgot all about it. He seemed upset by it.
-I apologize. I didn t mean anything…
-It is okay. It is a good point made.
-Jean will show you to your room.
-Right now?
-Yes, now.
-But my bag is still outside. I have to go get it.
-Where is it? I ll have someone to get it for you.
-Underneath the big rock by the door.
Just my clothes. And stuff.
-Jean do you mind to take care of that. I ll do it if it s to much of a bother.
-No, apsolutley not. I ll ask Bobby or somebody else to fech it while we go to the girls dorm house.
-Okay., then he turns to me, -Are you gonna be okay…a…?
-Craft. My name is Craft.
-Are you gonna be okay Craft?
-You must know that you can come to me, the profesor or anybody else if you have problems.
-Thank you but it will not be necessary. I can take care of myself.
-And you do realise that you ll have to attend classes?
-But….
-Yes I know that you left school when you were only thirteen but we can take care of that.
Now is there anything thatyou want to know that you forgot to ask?
-What about that Wolwie guy?
-Wolwerine?, Jean asked,-He didn t want to hurt you. He was just acting like…
-Logan.
-Yeah. Like Logan.
-Don t worry Craft. He was holding back.
-And that should make me feel better.
-I ll talk to him.
-Thank you Jean.
She turns to me while I say goodbye to the profesor. His face begins to fall darker as we leave the room. As he knew something that we did not.
I guess that everyone had classes or something. Because there was no one on the hallways where we were walking. Or maybe Jean just took me trough the part of the manor where no one was.
«Can you feel a little love?
Can you feel a little love?
Dream on.
Dream on.»
It was coming from one of the rooms. I knew the song. Depeche mode.
-Here is your room, she points into a normal looking room on our left,-you ll be sharing it with two girls. Kitty and Rogue. I think that you ll fit right in.
This is Kitty s bed and that one is Rogue s. The one by the window is yours. You can change beds if you don t feel comfortable there.
-No, no. I am okay.
-Good. A boy called Bobby will come here in a few minutes with your bag. By that time feel free to look around, just don t get lost. Or do you want me to stay?
She was so funny trying to please my every need. I just smiled.
-No. I am just fine. I can…
-Yes, I ve heard it. You can take care of yourself.
I m sure you can. Bye then. See you later.
-Bye.
I layed down on my new bed. Closed my eyes. Jean was still here somewhere. I can smell her. Just like the Wolwie guy. But not as good.
She was waiting for something.
I got up so that I can look around the room. There were many posters on the walls. Some yukkie looking guys and a few whore-like girls. An interesting taste in music and movies.
A big table, big enough for three people to work on it was filled up with crap so it looked like it was not enough, not even for one person.
I looked in the closets, I was not snuffing around, I was just looking what my new roomaites liked, weared…stuff like that.
Then I closed the closet door and looked out trough the window. It was a beautiful view out there. A stable with horses. A lake and a forest. Caves in the forest. I could not see them with my bear eye but I kinda knew that they were there.
Someone knocked. Whoever it was……he did not knew that Jean was somewhere around. Still waiting for something.
-Come in, i said not even turning around.
Someone came in, I could see his reflection in the window.
It was the guy who trapped me in ice. I turned around.
-Who are you?
He seemed pretty suprised. But he did not let it out for me to see.
-I m Iceman. That s what they call me. Bobby to friends.
You can call me Bobby. I wouldn t mind.
I brought you your bag. Jean asked me to.
He put the bag on the floor.
-But she was with me all the time and….oh.
It was still hard for me to be aweare of the fact that I and Psylock are not the only creatures that can do that.
-I know, he smiled, pretty confusing. It s gonna be fine.
Look….sorry about……the thing before….
-When you tried to kill me or maybe show off with your ice powers?
-I didn t mean to do that. I just saw you kicking Wolwies ass so I didn t think.
-Exactly. You did not think.
-Are you from England?
-No, I am from the states.
-You sound England. What s your name?
-What it is to you?
-I m just qurious.
-And what should I do with that?
-Nogthing. I just presumed…..
-You just presumed that I will be happy as hell to be here and scream from the top of my lungs or something like that.
-Well aren t you happy to be here?
-I am not too thrilled. But it is a big beautiful mansion where I can train to get more powerful. What more could I ask?
-You do more here than just training. You re safe here.
-I could be safe anywhere.
-How could you say that? We re mutants.
-Psylock trained me well. Nogthing can get near me.
-Psylock trained you?!?
-Yeah. So?
-Nogthing. She had the same atitude when she first came here.
-And she left when she came to be powerful enough.
-So what s your name?
This guy just was not planing on quiting. He was so boring at first but now he was getting kinda funny. I was not going to show that.
So I turned around to cover the faint smile. He did not notice it.
-What do you want with my name? To know the name of the person you almost killed?
-It could never happen. I control it.
-So did I. I controled my powers but when I panicked when I was under the danger of being deported, I killed a couple of cops. And I thought that I could control it.
This will surely scare him. I should get him out of here. Fast.
-My name is Sarah.
-Don t you have a real name? An X name?
-What is a X name?
-You don t know? But you have the X on your back.
-Offcourse I know what it is. My name is Sarah.
I was not going to reveal my real name to him.
-Okay then. Bye. See you later, tomorow or whenever.
I did not say bye to him. Are all of them this noisy? I think that they are going to empty out my brain. No wonder that Psylock decided to go.
I went back to the amusing staring out the window rotinue.
After an hour Jean came in.
-Do you want to go there?
-Sure.
-I can teach you how to ride if you want. But it s gonna take more than just a few lessons.
-I already know how to ride.
-Oh. Then we ll have even more fun.
The woods are beautiful. Me and Jean were flying on the magical wings of Storm and Thunder. Storm was completley white and got the name from this Ororo chick. Thunder got the name from a guy called Thunderbolt.
The night came so quickly.
I felr like I was in some other world, greater than this poor patetic one.
We went back. Jean got me towels and everything I needed to take a shower. I sneaked back into the room while Jean opened the door telekineticly for me so that they would not wake up Kitty and Rogue who were asleep.
It is saturday tomorow so I will not have to go to school yet. I will just get to know everybody and everything.
Who knows? Maybe this all will work out after all.
I carefully watched the girls. The redhead Rogue must not touch a living human being. She drains power but she can not control it. The other one, Kitty can walk trough walls.
I should try to imitate that power. It may take time but it will be well worth it.
I did not take my feather off. I was doing everything with it.
Even sleeping……feeling safe in the dark.
A definite new one to me.