CH 5

"That means I am his father." Logan said stepping out from behind them. "That's not possible!" Dylan screamed, jumping off of the bed. "No, no, my mom said that my dad left us. Besides, I'm only eighteen. Those, images, thoughts, WHATEVER were probably from a TV show or something I saw a few weeks ago." "Dylan, you haven't seen anything on TV other than the news for nearly four years. I know that for a fact and you do too." The man in the wheel chair said. "How did you? Who are you?" "Oh my, it appears your right I forgot to introduce myself. My name in Charles Xavier. I run a school for gifted children." "Ok good for you, you're a freak," Dylan said, "and you STILL haven't told me how you saw those, those, things in my head!" Charles looked shocked, "Well you see Dylan, I, we, are mutants. As so we are all born with gifts, talents. I have the ability to read minds and perform great tasks with my own mind. My friend Logan here can heal at an amazing rate. Before hand I believed you only had pyrotechnical abilities but now I see that you can also heal at an amazing rate." The irises of Dylan's eyes were slowly turning from blue to orange. "I am not a mutant." Dylan said calmly. Xavier let out a sigh and looked to Logan. " Logan show him to the boys dormitories see if there is another room, after that I would like to have a word with you."

Logan led Dylan to the elevator at the end of a long hall. When they stepped in Logan made a low grumble like he was trying to say something but he couldn't get the words out. The elevator went quite fast and they were to the floor in a matter of seconds. They walked down the halls in silence. Dylan felt awkward and decided to speak up. "Umm. this place looks nice." "Uh, yeah. Nice place Chuck has here. The kids are uhhh, great to. If you want I'll introduce them to ya." Logan said. "Don't push it bub. I'm not here to stay." Logan did a double take when he heard that. He let out a small laugh and kept walking. When they finally reached the end of the hall they took a right into another long hall. Logan tried to open a door on one side of the hall but it was locked. He extended one of his claws and jimmied the lock; Dylan took a giant step back away from the claw extending from the man's fist. The door opened revealing a good-sized room. A palace compared to the cramped hotel room and heaven compared to the prison he escaped from. "Well you can get unpacked and." Logan started to say. "Oh yeah, no clothes with the dart and the capture and what not, ummm, you look about Scott's size. Hang on. " Logan said. Dylan watched him walk down the hall a few doors and kick it over like it was an inch thick. "Hey Scott, need clothes for the new kid. mind? Didn't think so. Sorry for the intrusion." "Get out of my room!" a voice said from the room, Logan was knocked onto the floor by a bright red beam. Logan walked back into Dylan's room holding his head. "Here kid. enjoy."

Dylan took the clothes and set them on his dresser and flopped down on his massive bed with a sigh. He closed his eyes, the bed felt good. He hadn't slept on a real bed in so long. The air conditioning felt good too. Dylan let out another sigh when there was a knock at the door. "Hey new kid, welcome to the institute." Dylan sat up in bed to see a boy about his age standing in the doorway. The guy was tall, thin, and muscular; he wore a pair of red shades. Dylan scratched his head, "Um, hey. I'm Dylan." "Nice to meet ya. My names Scott Summers. You look trashed dude." "Well I haven't slept, naturally in a while. Tranquilizer. And well. some stuff about me was just brought to my attention." "Uh huh. Let me guess, your, 'gift'?" Scott said. "Well sorta but ive known about it for a while so I'm used to 'em. How about this. What time is it?" "It's about 6pm. Why?" "Wake me tomorrow morning and ill tell you ALL about it." Scott smiled. "All right man, ill have someone wake you around seven. I'll already be in the danger room by then." "Thanks man. Cya tomorrow." Scott walked out closing the door behind him. Dylan lay back down with his shoes still on. He started to drift off when a question came. What in the hell is the DANGER ROOM?