Chapter 2
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel except Audrey.
Author's Note: ahhh I hope yall like this!
I slowly opened my eyes and grumbled into the especially soft pillow- my back must be on fire! Through my muffled screams I heard many footsteps rushing towards me when the thought occurred to me, where the hell am I? I quickly tried to get up when my back said quite clearly from the searing pain that that wasn't happening. I laid back down and felt a cool hand touch my cheek; I turned my head quickly and saw a semi-tall boy with blonde hair looking down at me in a concerned way.
"Are you alright? Do you want me to get Dr. Hank?" he asked in a worried tone.
I stared at him for another moment trying to remember how I got here when it all came flooding back. The sound of the gun, and the sad, lifeless faces of the ones I had failed. Tears swelled in my eyes as I thought of how I had failed them. The boy looked terrified and started mumbling scattered apologies, when a blue hairy man walked in.
"Ah, I see our visitor has woken up!" said the great blue, beast.
"Uhh…yeah umm I umm…" the boy stuttered before running out of the room.
"Well, aren't you something- you even got Bobby to shut up!" the Dr. Hank? said.
"W-where am I?" I whispered shakily as I looked around the room.
"Oh, dear me I am sorry. I am Hank, and you are at Xavier's School for the Gifted. May I ask your name?" He said matter of factly.
I thought this over for a moment, wondering where I had heard that name before, Xavier…then it hit me.
"I'm Audrey…Xavier- he teaches the Xmen!" I said a little louder than I meant to.
He eyed me over for a minute before responding, "And where might I ask, have you heard about the Xmen?"
I avoided his eyes for a moment, wondering how much I should say. In the end I decided to tell him only what I thought was necessary, I mean I still don't even know how I got here!
"Well you know around…I mean you hear lots of things on the streets…" I stammered, wondering if he would be satisfied with this response.
It appeared he was because he didn't ask anything else, and after a few moments of silence I decided it was my turn to ask some questions.
"How did I get here, and uhh where is here?"
"As I have already told you, you are at Xavier's School for the Gifted and as for how you got here, I think you should ask someone who was there. Perhaps your little friend Bobby?" He said in a sort of joking tone.
I thought about what he said for a few more minutes then decided I would talk to Bobby later, not like I could go find him anyways. The Dr. was working in the other part of the lab, opening and closing various cabinets when I decided to speak again.
"When can I leave here? I mean when can I go home?" I asked somewhat uncertainly.
The doctor didn't look at me right away, as if secretly deciding what to say or how to put it. When he answered he talked in a sort of rushed voice.
"I umm don't know that you will get to leave. I believe the Professor wishes for you to stay here to develop your powers more and continue your studies of course."
I realized what he was trying to say without really saying it- I wasn't leaving. I thought about this a little bit and at first thought I was angry, but then I realized…
"Wait- this is a school for mutants right?"
"Yes. This is also the headquarters of the Xmen if you haven't realized that yet." He said while mixing several chemicals in a beaker.
I sat quietly for a moment and thought about what he was saying. I was going to live here, with other mutants, for probably a long time. At first I was terrified, and then I felt more terrified. Then I felt a bit happy; I would finally be with people like-me.
"Well if I am staying here for a while, where am I staying? And when do I get out of this creepy lab?" I asked.
He turned and started to walk towards me with a little cup of green medicine then said, "You can leave here tonight- you have been unconscious for 6 days and your back is healing well. As for where you're staying, I believe the Professor has had a room made up for you in the west wing of the mansion. I'll call Bobby to come escort you to your room."
He was now standing directly over me with that vile looking green medicine and I knew nothing good could come from it. He then smiled down at me and said the two worst words he could have said right now.
"Open up."
Fifteen minutes later and though my back was feeling better, my mouth felt as if it a cat had curled up and died in it. I sat there coughing and spitting for a few more minutes when Bobby came into the room.
He looked at me shyly before saying, "Are you ready to go?"
I nodded and said, "Hey I am really sorry about earlier- you just scared me. My Name is Audrey."
After this remark he seemed to calm down a bit and I guess go back to normal because he said simply, "Bobby, and I will be seeing you in my bed later."
I stared at him for a minute then said, "Not if your anywhere near it."
He shut up quickly and I started laughing- but stopped quickly when I felt a great pain in my back. He chuckled as he helped me to stand up, making sure to be extra gentle but still have a firm hold. Then we started walking sort of slow and awkward but it was walking! As we approached the west wing of the house I was sore and ready to lie down when it happened, my foot snagged on the rug. I tripped and was sure I was falling to my doom when I felt my face it something firm yet soft- and mind you it definitely wasn't the floor.
I peeked open an eye to see what I had hit and saw the monkey that was on Bobby's shirt staring back at me. This certainly wasn't what I had been expecting to see so I inhaled rather fast and- oh, is that Axe I smell? Or no I think its cologne…smells nice. After I stopped thinking about how good he smelled, I thought that he might want me to get off him now came to me. I looked up with a sheepish smile and started mumbling sorry- when he did it again, he laughed at me! I straightened up and letting go of his arm gave him the "haha very funny" look, which made him stop laughing. He made a face to match mine and we stared at each other for a few more minutes when I burst out laughing- hurting myself yet again.
"Well I suppose we should get you to your room before you rip your stitches open or something else disgusting like that." He said in a sort of mocking tone.
He offered me his arm again and we proceeded to my room, which only can be described as freaking sweet! The whole room was huge with green walls and tons of posters of bands and movies. I looked around in shock at how perfect the room was to me when Bobby spoke.
"Sorry about all the posters- we can take all that down if you would like. This is John's old room." He said in a quite, sad way.
"No, I love the posters! What happened to John?" I asked in a concerned tone.
Bobby made a face like he was trying to keep from crying then said," He….He…"
I grabbed his hand, feeling horrible for have bringing it up when he finally said it.
"He moved to a bigger room!"
He started laughing hysterically and I just stared at him, how could he do that! I was so worried and oh what a jerk! I sat down on my bed and faced away from him so he clearly got the idea that I didn't find it funny. A few moments later I felt him sit down beside me and I could feel him looking at me.
"I'm sorry, I suppose that was mean. Will you ever forgive me?"
He asked making a smile I guess was supposed to be playful and charming.
"I don't know I mean that was so heartless…only a real jerk would do that." I sighed trying to keep a straight face.
"Well I guess I can be sort of a jerk sometimes, but only to my friends."
"Oh, so now we are friends?" I asked in a jokingly curious tone.
He blushed a little before saying, "Yea, I mean if you want to be my friend…" he looked up and smirked in that charming way again.
"Well, I think I could use a friend…and some food."
I put on my biggest smile that hinted I wanted him to get me something. He sighed and agreed to bring me something, but only if he could join me which I agreed to "reluctantly."
He came back 10 minutes later with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a huge bag of chips, some grapes and two sodas, which he set up on the bed. As we ate we talked about lots of random things and had fun till he asked it.
"So where is your family- they must be really worried?"
I put down my sandwich and thought of how to say it, deciding there only was one way.
"They are uhh dead." I said quietly taking a sop of my Dr. Pepper.
He stopped eating immediately and looked at me, I guess wanting to see if I was crying. I looked up at him and he responded.
"I'm so sorry I had no idea…h-how did it happen?"
"They were murdered by a bunch of well other mutants."
I don't know why I just told him this-I have never told anyone! Well except for Uncle Mike of course but still- why do I feel I can trust him so much? I just met him. I battled this in my mind for a few seconds then thought- maybe its because he is my first friend. Well he isn't my first friend I mean Kevin was my friend but he doesn't really count I don't spose seeing how he was my brother…
"Are you okay?" he asked watching me with that same concerned tone he had when we first met.
"Yea I was just- thinking. So how many people live here anyways?" good subject change.
"Hmm prolly around 30 people- with the students and all." He said going along with my subject change- good boy.
"And do you know all of these 30 people?"
"Most of them- I'll show you around tomorrow and introduce you to a few if you would like." He said doing that cute, I mean, horrendous smirk again.
"Hmm…. well I guess that wouldn't be so bad."
He smiled and looked at the clock.
"Whoa we have been talking for 3 hours- its 10:30." He said in shock, "It is time for you to get to bed!"
He cleaned off my bed and was about to help me get under the covers when I realized- I am wearing the same clothes I was that night- but they had been cleaned.
"Uhh- do I have any pajamas…" I said uncertainly, looking down at my blue jeans.
Bobby opened his mouth as if to say "of course!" but then quickly shut it as in thinking "ooo no you don't…"
"Well, I have an idea- hold on okay?" he said as he got up and ran out of my room.
He returned a few moments later with some plaid pajama pants and a grey t-shirt which he handed to me.
"Whose are these?" I asked sort of afraid of the answer.
"Well they are mine, why you got a problem with me? My clothes not good enough for you?" he said getting in my face.
"I couldn't have said it better myself." I laughed.
He offered to leave so I could get dressed, but I asked him to just turn around because I might end up needing help. I started to try to take my shirt off and after a few minutes of struggling I managed it. I then put on the shirt he had given me which was very comfy I must say. Then came the hard part- the pants. I got shot in my lower back just above my butt. I started to timidly undo my pants and try to slide them off but I squealed in pain as I accidentally hit my cut. He spun in a complete circle, turning to see why I screamed then turning away when he saw my pants halfway off. I laughed a little then realized I couldn't do this by myself.
"Hey could you umm help me with my pants…" I mumbled to him.
He turned around and walked over to me, lifting me gently off of the bed and standing me up. He then leaned down and started sliding my pants off, and once they were at my ankles he lifted me out of them. He sat me back down on the bed and put his pajama pants on me, being extra careful around my injury.
"Thanks" I said sort of awkwardly as he stood me up so he could pull back the covers on the bed.
"I think I should be thanking you."
He said jokingly as he lowered me into the bed and tucked me in. He sat on the edge again and stared at me for a minute, his deep blue eyes seemed to be searching for an answer in me.
"So if you are being murdered or raped or just want a drink of water just yell, I am right next door." He said as he started to get up.
"Well what if I have a bad dream?" I said playing along with his little joke.
"Oh that is my specialty." He said smiling. I raised an inquiring eyebrow and he continued.
"I make a fantastic teddy bear."