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The guy turned out to have a name. Logan. Strange name, strange guy. He wasn't lying about the school, we drove there in a red sports car that went so fast I almost threw up.
When we got to the school I asked for my over coat back, and he gave it to me. Unfortunately it had some of my blood on it, allot of the guards. It was bad enough I was green, if I was going to stay here even a night (Logan said he thought I would) I would not be known as some deranged killer.
But we saw no one hardly in the halls besides this huge blue guy. His name was Henry McCoy, but he told me to call him Hank. It made me feel better that there was another oddly colored person covered in fur at the school, and if he was accepted here, I maybe had a chance to.
Turns out Hank was the doctor, and it was he who got the bullet out of my arm, which nearly made me pass out it hurt so much. Then he goes to clean the wound, and I back away, telling him no way in hell is he putting acid on it.
He cleaned it, after telling me there was no way he would let me leave without a clean and bandaged injury, so I told him to break an arm, put the acid on that, strap up my bullet wound and let me out of there with a clean wound and a bandaged wound. That made him laugh, then make me sit there growling as he set the bloody hole on fire and then strap it so tight my hand started turning dark green, you don't get purple from loss of blood with green fur.
By then it was dinner and I hadn't eaten in several days. I could smell something good, and had a hard time not running to wherever the smell was coming from and leaving Hank to ask thin air about its interests and where it came from. Logan had disappeared earlier, right after I threatened to finish killing him for brining me to a doctor obsessed with cleaning bullet wounds.
Finally we reached the cafeteria, and I suddenly remembered I was green with blue hair and red eyes, and despite the food I was about to leave if Hank hadn't pushed me forward gently, clearly aware of me trying to escape.
I expected people to stare, to scream, to freak. They always did. Everyone looked up as I entered, but surprisingly I seemed to be interesting for a moment, and then most people went back to eating and talking.
"See? Their used to new people coming in all the time. And their all mutants, so don't worry about being hated or feared." Hank smiled at her.
"Unless I give them good reason to hate and fear me," I mumbled. We went over and got some food, sitting down at a table with Logan and yet another blue-furred guy. He was different though, he had tattoos all over his face, pointy ears, three fingers on a hand, and sharp teeth. Not to mention yellow eyes. He looked almost as strange as me, though he looked like an elf, while I look like an alien.
He smiled at me when I sat down, and I tried to smile back. I'm still upset about trying to kill Logan, but no one mentioned it. The elf guy was named Kurt Wegner, though he's German so it's pronounced Vegner. I'm honest, and I often say what's on my mind without thinking. So as soon as I found out what his name was I said something stupid.
"Kurt? I've never really liked that name." As soon as I finished I swore and smacked myself. Logan and Hank burst out laughing. I was afraid Kurt would be mad, but he chuckled.
"Then you may call me K.V., unless you don't like that either," he said, waving off my apologies.
"K.V.?" Logan repeated, starring at him. "Where'd that come from?" Kurt shrugged.
"I heard it from one of the students." He said, smiling.
"No, I'm really sorry. Kurt is fine, you look like a Kurt, that's good. Oh damnit, I'm going to shut up now. Sorry." Hank was still chuckling as we left the cafeteria, I had to meet Professor Xavier and Logan and Kurt stayed.
"You are very amusing," he said. I wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not, so I mumbled a thanks and then cursed at myself again, silently this time. These people might let me stay for a bit, and I was making rude cracks about their doctoring when they were cleaning my injuries, and then insulting them on their names when they actually talked to me instead of screaming and running away.
'Oh, don't worry about that. Its fine, Kurt wasn't offended at all.' I froze, Hank turned around to face me.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking worried.
"I just heard something inside my head!" I said. Hank laughed, though I saw nothing funny about it. I am not ready to go insane, and not where I could hurt the only decent people in this stupid world. Hank obviously knew what I was thinking.
"You're not going insane, Jen." He said, still laughing. "It's only the professor. He is a psychic, and can read our minds as well as send us thoughts in them. His office is just ahead." I was still freaked out slightly, but as we walked down the hall I saw a huge painting of an older man sitting in a wheel chair.
It was a wonderful painting, he seemed so intelligent and important in a grandfatherly kind of way, and I couldn't help but stop to look at it. Again Hank waited until I caught up.
"I've always liked that painting to," he said. "It was very well done, don't you think?" I nodded and we reached a large wooden door, which was open slightly. Hank walked in without knocking, but I was nervous, so I hung back.
"Jen?" It wasn't Hank saying my name. It was a softer, more authoritive voice that definitely belonged to the man whose portrait hung on the hall way. I walked in slowly, peering through the door way and then walking in. I suddenly wished my mutation was being invisible, then I wouldn't worry about my looks or anything anymore.
"Hi," I said softly, it could have been a whisper, it probably was.
"Hello Jen, how are you doing?" Professor Xavier asked. If he was a mind- reader he'd know perfectly well, but he was being polite. I had to respect him just because he was so nice and grand-looking, on of the people you have to respect and will most likely like.
"Thank you very much, for letting me come and everything. I can't thank you enough-" the professor smiled and held up his hand, leaving me feeling very stupid as I sat there in silence, no idea about what to say or do.
"You are seventeen? From California?" he asked. I nodded, then looked at Hank for the first time. He was smiling broadly and winked at me, apparently this was going well for him. I still felt like an idiot and now the professor was asking me questions about my life that he probably already knew the answers to.
"Right then," Professor Xavier said, straitening some papers on his desk he looked me straight in the eye. "Jen, would you like to stay at the school and take classes here?" I swear to god if I had been in a chair I would have fallen out of it, as it was I was standing, and I almost fell over.
"Really?" I asked excitedly. The professor laughed and nodded. "Of course!" I was suddenly hit with the face I might actually be able to go to school, have friends, almost be normal. But the professor's next words got rid of all that.
"Then it's settled. All we need to do is get your parents permission and you can start classes as soon as possible." I really did fall over then, but it wasn't out of happiness. Hank jumped up and helped me to my feet as I blushed.
"What's wrong?" he asked. I looked at my feet, but the professor already knew.
"Her parents haven't seen her in six months, and since then her eyes have turned red and her hair blue. They told her then to never contact them again, but we must for this." Hank nodded like he understood, but I just glared at the floor. The one good thing that happens to me in six months and my parents need to sign something for it, meaning they'll see me and how I've changed since they kicked me out. At least then I still had blond hair and blue eyes.
But I needed to see them, so the next morning I said goodbye to Hank and boarded a jet in the basement, Logan was already there with a white haired woman named Ororo and an official looking man with brown hair and really cool sunglasses named Scott. I got my trench-coat and hat again, not caring about the blood on them.
Two hours later we were almost there, and I wasn't feeling that good. It had nothing to do with the weather or the plane, both were fine. Getting closer to my parents was what was making me sick.
We landed in a forest I had played in as a kid, with all my friends and cousins when they came. I was normal then. Scott walked in front, talking with Ororo while I walked beside Logan, saying nothing.
"You nervous about seeing the parents again?" he asked. I nodded and looked down at the forest floor. Logan nodded and said nothing more, and we reached a road five minuets later. I had biked down this road, on my way to town for ice-cream and food on hot summer days. Now I took the lead, knowing my way around the many roads and cut-offs in the suburb.
Finally we turned a corner and I saw the last place on earth I wanted to see. My home.
"There." I grunted, then fell behind again, pulling my hat lower and trench coat higher.
Scott walked up importantly to the front door, but before he pressed the door-bell I suddenly remembered it was eternally broken and ready to shock someone, so I stopped him.
I almost ran away when he knocked on the door, inside I could hear my mother, and I looked away.
"Who could that be?" Footsteps coming down the hall. The door opened and my mother stood there, blocking the entry way and looking at us suspiciously. She hadn't recognized me, yet. "May I help you?" she asked, clearly wanting to shut the door on our faces.
"Good morning, are you Mrs. Helenver?" Scott asked. My mother nodded. "I'm from Professor Xavier's School for the Gifted, and I wanted to talk to you about your daughter." The ratty woman stiffened and glared at him.
"She's at her grandmother's house in Alabama, and she's going to be there for awhile."
"I beg to disagree." Scott replied. He motioned for me to come forward, but Logan ended up pushing me up the steps. I slowly pulled off my hat and looked down as my mother gasped.
"Hi mom" I said.
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The guy turned out to have a name. Logan. Strange name, strange guy. He wasn't lying about the school, we drove there in a red sports car that went so fast I almost threw up.
When we got to the school I asked for my over coat back, and he gave it to me. Unfortunately it had some of my blood on it, allot of the guards. It was bad enough I was green, if I was going to stay here even a night (Logan said he thought I would) I would not be known as some deranged killer.
But we saw no one hardly in the halls besides this huge blue guy. His name was Henry McCoy, but he told me to call him Hank. It made me feel better that there was another oddly colored person covered in fur at the school, and if he was accepted here, I maybe had a chance to.
Turns out Hank was the doctor, and it was he who got the bullet out of my arm, which nearly made me pass out it hurt so much. Then he goes to clean the wound, and I back away, telling him no way in hell is he putting acid on it.
He cleaned it, after telling me there was no way he would let me leave without a clean and bandaged injury, so I told him to break an arm, put the acid on that, strap up my bullet wound and let me out of there with a clean wound and a bandaged wound. That made him laugh, then make me sit there growling as he set the bloody hole on fire and then strap it so tight my hand started turning dark green, you don't get purple from loss of blood with green fur.
By then it was dinner and I hadn't eaten in several days. I could smell something good, and had a hard time not running to wherever the smell was coming from and leaving Hank to ask thin air about its interests and where it came from. Logan had disappeared earlier, right after I threatened to finish killing him for brining me to a doctor obsessed with cleaning bullet wounds.
Finally we reached the cafeteria, and I suddenly remembered I was green with blue hair and red eyes, and despite the food I was about to leave if Hank hadn't pushed me forward gently, clearly aware of me trying to escape.
I expected people to stare, to scream, to freak. They always did. Everyone looked up as I entered, but surprisingly I seemed to be interesting for a moment, and then most people went back to eating and talking.
"See? Their used to new people coming in all the time. And their all mutants, so don't worry about being hated or feared." Hank smiled at her.
"Unless I give them good reason to hate and fear me," I mumbled. We went over and got some food, sitting down at a table with Logan and yet another blue-furred guy. He was different though, he had tattoos all over his face, pointy ears, three fingers on a hand, and sharp teeth. Not to mention yellow eyes. He looked almost as strange as me, though he looked like an elf, while I look like an alien.
He smiled at me when I sat down, and I tried to smile back. I'm still upset about trying to kill Logan, but no one mentioned it. The elf guy was named Kurt Wegner, though he's German so it's pronounced Vegner. I'm honest, and I often say what's on my mind without thinking. So as soon as I found out what his name was I said something stupid.
"Kurt? I've never really liked that name." As soon as I finished I swore and smacked myself. Logan and Hank burst out laughing. I was afraid Kurt would be mad, but he chuckled.
"Then you may call me K.V., unless you don't like that either," he said, waving off my apologies.
"K.V.?" Logan repeated, starring at him. "Where'd that come from?" Kurt shrugged.
"I heard it from one of the students." He said, smiling.
"No, I'm really sorry. Kurt is fine, you look like a Kurt, that's good. Oh damnit, I'm going to shut up now. Sorry." Hank was still chuckling as we left the cafeteria, I had to meet Professor Xavier and Logan and Kurt stayed.
"You are very amusing," he said. I wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not, so I mumbled a thanks and then cursed at myself again, silently this time. These people might let me stay for a bit, and I was making rude cracks about their doctoring when they were cleaning my injuries, and then insulting them on their names when they actually talked to me instead of screaming and running away.
'Oh, don't worry about that. Its fine, Kurt wasn't offended at all.' I froze, Hank turned around to face me.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking worried.
"I just heard something inside my head!" I said. Hank laughed, though I saw nothing funny about it. I am not ready to go insane, and not where I could hurt the only decent people in this stupid world. Hank obviously knew what I was thinking.
"You're not going insane, Jen." He said, still laughing. "It's only the professor. He is a psychic, and can read our minds as well as send us thoughts in them. His office is just ahead." I was still freaked out slightly, but as we walked down the hall I saw a huge painting of an older man sitting in a wheel chair.
It was a wonderful painting, he seemed so intelligent and important in a grandfatherly kind of way, and I couldn't help but stop to look at it. Again Hank waited until I caught up.
"I've always liked that painting to," he said. "It was very well done, don't you think?" I nodded and we reached a large wooden door, which was open slightly. Hank walked in without knocking, but I was nervous, so I hung back.
"Jen?" It wasn't Hank saying my name. It was a softer, more authoritive voice that definitely belonged to the man whose portrait hung on the hall way. I walked in slowly, peering through the door way and then walking in. I suddenly wished my mutation was being invisible, then I wouldn't worry about my looks or anything anymore.
"Hi," I said softly, it could have been a whisper, it probably was.
"Hello Jen, how are you doing?" Professor Xavier asked. If he was a mind- reader he'd know perfectly well, but he was being polite. I had to respect him just because he was so nice and grand-looking, on of the people you have to respect and will most likely like.
"Thank you very much, for letting me come and everything. I can't thank you enough-" the professor smiled and held up his hand, leaving me feeling very stupid as I sat there in silence, no idea about what to say or do.
"You are seventeen? From California?" he asked. I nodded, then looked at Hank for the first time. He was smiling broadly and winked at me, apparently this was going well for him. I still felt like an idiot and now the professor was asking me questions about my life that he probably already knew the answers to.
"Right then," Professor Xavier said, straitening some papers on his desk he looked me straight in the eye. "Jen, would you like to stay at the school and take classes here?" I swear to god if I had been in a chair I would have fallen out of it, as it was I was standing, and I almost fell over.
"Really?" I asked excitedly. The professor laughed and nodded. "Of course!" I was suddenly hit with the face I might actually be able to go to school, have friends, almost be normal. But the professor's next words got rid of all that.
"Then it's settled. All we need to do is get your parents permission and you can start classes as soon as possible." I really did fall over then, but it wasn't out of happiness. Hank jumped up and helped me to my feet as I blushed.
"What's wrong?" he asked. I looked at my feet, but the professor already knew.
"Her parents haven't seen her in six months, and since then her eyes have turned red and her hair blue. They told her then to never contact them again, but we must for this." Hank nodded like he understood, but I just glared at the floor. The one good thing that happens to me in six months and my parents need to sign something for it, meaning they'll see me and how I've changed since they kicked me out. At least then I still had blond hair and blue eyes.
But I needed to see them, so the next morning I said goodbye to Hank and boarded a jet in the basement, Logan was already there with a white haired woman named Ororo and an official looking man with brown hair and really cool sunglasses named Scott. I got my trench-coat and hat again, not caring about the blood on them.
Two hours later we were almost there, and I wasn't feeling that good. It had nothing to do with the weather or the plane, both were fine. Getting closer to my parents was what was making me sick.
We landed in a forest I had played in as a kid, with all my friends and cousins when they came. I was normal then. Scott walked in front, talking with Ororo while I walked beside Logan, saying nothing.
"You nervous about seeing the parents again?" he asked. I nodded and looked down at the forest floor. Logan nodded and said nothing more, and we reached a road five minuets later. I had biked down this road, on my way to town for ice-cream and food on hot summer days. Now I took the lead, knowing my way around the many roads and cut-offs in the suburb.
Finally we turned a corner and I saw the last place on earth I wanted to see. My home.
"There." I grunted, then fell behind again, pulling my hat lower and trench coat higher.
Scott walked up importantly to the front door, but before he pressed the door-bell I suddenly remembered it was eternally broken and ready to shock someone, so I stopped him.
I almost ran away when he knocked on the door, inside I could hear my mother, and I looked away.
"Who could that be?" Footsteps coming down the hall. The door opened and my mother stood there, blocking the entry way and looking at us suspiciously. She hadn't recognized me, yet. "May I help you?" she asked, clearly wanting to shut the door on our faces.
"Good morning, are you Mrs. Helenver?" Scott asked. My mother nodded. "I'm from Professor Xavier's School for the Gifted, and I wanted to talk to you about your daughter." The ratty woman stiffened and glared at him.
"She's at her grandmother's house in Alabama, and she's going to be there for awhile."
"I beg to disagree." Scott replied. He motioned for me to come forward, but Logan ended up pushing me up the steps. I slowly pulled off my hat and looked down as my mother gasped.
"Hi mom" I said.
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