Chapter Two:
Scott Meets Fallon
Scott pulled up to the bus stop in his white Mazda RX-7. (The author wonders vaguely: 'How was he ever able to afford so many goddam cars?') He pulled up to the curb and his eyes immediately feel on a young girl sitting on a bench with an old army rucksack. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and her head was down. All he could see was her very long copper hair.
He walked casually to the bench and sat down. She didn't react to him, but after a moment she realized he wasn't going anywhere any time soon she moved over a little.
"Hi," he started softly. "My name's Scott. What's yours?" She didn't reply at first, but lifted her head to look at him.
'No wonder the poor kid's running away,' he thought to himself noting the faint bruises under her right eye and the left side of her face.
"Fallon," she said simply. 'Bingo,' he thought to himself. She might have been beautiful, if it weren't for the bruises and haggard expression on her face.
She had long copper hair and deep-set, pale blue eyes; she had a peaches-and-cream complexion, and a sturdy build.
"My step-dad hit me," she said in reply to his thoughts.
"What happened to him," Scott pressed.
"My mother didn't like that he beat me. She kicked him out. He didn't take it very well. He's dead," she said. "I killed him." She looked at him as if that was a warning; a threat.
"No you didn't," he said without thinking, recalling Professor Xavier's story. She glared at him.
"Yes I did!" She nearly yelled and began to sob, "I wanted him dead." She took a deep breath and wiped the tears away. "At first I thought it was just a stupid little thought, but I wanted him to suffer for what he put me through. I saw the whole thing, I knew what was going to happen, and I didn't even try to stop it. I didn't care. He was right, I'm a monster."
"That's not true," Scott continued as he reached over and pulled her into a hug. "It's not your fault, it's not your fault."
"You haven't learned to control your power yet. You haven't learned to distinguish your thoughts from your visions," Scott started. "What if I told you I could take you somewhere you would learn to do just that? No one would be afraid of you."
She thought a minute looking at his visor. Scott knew sending him to find psychic girl was a bad idea. She couldn't see his eyes, and that gave her reason not to trust him.
"We'll call your mother, you can try us out...I'll get you a milk shake," he offered. She smiled at length and he smiled back
"I'd have to say I'm in, if only for the milk shake," She answered getting up. She was about five foot four inches tall. He got up too and she stuck out a hand, he took it and she shook his arm hard. "Let's go!"
He led her out to the appropriate two-seater and opened the passenger's side door for her and then got in himself. Putting the keys in the ignition he wondered how Jean and Ororo were doing.
Scott Meets Fallon
Scott pulled up to the bus stop in his white Mazda RX-7. (The author wonders vaguely: 'How was he ever able to afford so many goddam cars?') He pulled up to the curb and his eyes immediately feel on a young girl sitting on a bench with an old army rucksack. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and her head was down. All he could see was her very long copper hair.
He walked casually to the bench and sat down. She didn't react to him, but after a moment she realized he wasn't going anywhere any time soon she moved over a little.
"Hi," he started softly. "My name's Scott. What's yours?" She didn't reply at first, but lifted her head to look at him.
'No wonder the poor kid's running away,' he thought to himself noting the faint bruises under her right eye and the left side of her face.
"Fallon," she said simply. 'Bingo,' he thought to himself. She might have been beautiful, if it weren't for the bruises and haggard expression on her face.
She had long copper hair and deep-set, pale blue eyes; she had a peaches-and-cream complexion, and a sturdy build.
"My step-dad hit me," she said in reply to his thoughts.
"What happened to him," Scott pressed.
"My mother didn't like that he beat me. She kicked him out. He didn't take it very well. He's dead," she said. "I killed him." She looked at him as if that was a warning; a threat.
"No you didn't," he said without thinking, recalling Professor Xavier's story. She glared at him.
"Yes I did!" She nearly yelled and began to sob, "I wanted him dead." She took a deep breath and wiped the tears away. "At first I thought it was just a stupid little thought, but I wanted him to suffer for what he put me through. I saw the whole thing, I knew what was going to happen, and I didn't even try to stop it. I didn't care. He was right, I'm a monster."
"That's not true," Scott continued as he reached over and pulled her into a hug. "It's not your fault, it's not your fault."
"You haven't learned to control your power yet. You haven't learned to distinguish your thoughts from your visions," Scott started. "What if I told you I could take you somewhere you would learn to do just that? No one would be afraid of you."
She thought a minute looking at his visor. Scott knew sending him to find psychic girl was a bad idea. She couldn't see his eyes, and that gave her reason not to trust him.
"We'll call your mother, you can try us out...I'll get you a milk shake," he offered. She smiled at length and he smiled back
"I'd have to say I'm in, if only for the milk shake," She answered getting up. She was about five foot four inches tall. He got up too and she stuck out a hand, he took it and she shook his arm hard. "Let's go!"
He led her out to the appropriate two-seater and opened the passenger's side door for her and then got in himself. Putting the keys in the ignition he wondered how Jean and Ororo were doing.
