I sat up. Sweat caressed my forehead. It was dark. Where was I? I couldn't make anything out in the darkness. It surrounded me like a fog, thick and unrevealing. The dark figure lay immobilized on the other side of the room. She was down. I had won. For now.
A figure came out of nowhere and attacked me.
"Join us," she said. I blinked. And when I opened my eyes, I was looking at a mirror image. I stopped, stunned, for one second. And she attacked. I felt a sharp blow to my face. That must be her… ability, I thought. She's a shape shifter. She punched me in the stomach. I fell to the floor in a heap. I had lost.
"If you join us, maybe you'd be on the winning side for a change." With that, she slammed the door shut and I could hear it lock.
Blood spilled from my wounds to the floor where I sat. the events of the night played back in my head like a bad movie. Tears spilled into the cuts on my face and stung them. I pounded my fist on the floor. How could I lose! I screamed in frustration. That evil, sorry excuse for a person had beaten me and left me here, locked in a storage room to die. I tried to stand but a wave of dizziness crashed onto the shores of my mind. I passed out in the darkness of the storage room.
I opened my eyes. I was still in the darkness and still bleeding. I tried to move but my body wouldn't let me. It was as if it were saying, "leave me be, I'm too tired". I leaned my head against the wall. I was in that exact position when I heard a noise in the room. How could someone have gotten into my prison? A thin figure appeared in front of me. She was young. Very young. But there wasn't much else I could tell about her in the dark. She offered her hand and I shrank away. Was she on my side or theirs?
"I'm Kitty," she said. "I can help you." I didn't know what to do. She seemed nice. But I had learned not to rely on first impressions. They never last. Everyone is two faced.
"How did you get in here?" I asked. She reached to the wall and her hand went through.
"I'm just like you," she whispered. "I used to think I was, like the biggest freak on the planet 'cause I'd, like go to sleep in my bed and like, wake up in the basement. Then I met Professor Xavier. He helped me to control my powers. He can, like, help you too."
"What do you know about my powers?" I asked, suddenly alarmed. "I've never told anyone about my powers. Not even my parents."
"The Professor has a machine called Cerebro that can find mutants, like us. That's how he found me. And that's how we found you. He's like, a totally awesome teach-"
POOF! There was a flash and a cloud of smoke. Then, before me stood another figure. What I wouldn't give for some light right now, I thought.
"Kitty," he said. "Are you ready yet?" I could trace some accent in his speech. German, maybe? I wasn't certain.
"Gosh, Kurt," she said. "I, like, need a few more minutes."
I really must have been losing it because I began to wonder vaguely how many times you could use "like" in a sentence. I was still losing blood and fading in and out of reality.
"Mystique's coming back," I heard him whisper.
"Crap," Kitty said. But that was the last thing I heard before I passed out.