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Reference: From here on out the story will have Journal Entries which will be display like this Journal Entry in story this is to give you the point of view of one of the major characters, and anything written like this Mind their talking in a mental conversation.
The boy awakens inside a dorm room. He knew the room was vacant because of how the other beds were made all nice and neat, he tries to get up for a second before feeling woozy and falling back onto the bed. His head and arm are wrapped in bandages both of which were blood stained. He slowly rolled over to his side to check for the bag, which was open. Grabbing the bag and pulling it on to the bed to check it out he pulls out a set of cloths and a book. He unwrapped his arm, grabs a pen, and opens the book.
Day 44
I ran into some trouble late last night. Some how the O.S. caught up to me but I was able to get away somehow but not without injury. I stumbled across this institute somewhere in New York. It seems like a nice place and the people must be nice because I would have thrown my ass out in the street after what I did. So far, I know that the project won't continue without the sentinel so I should be able to keep the papers away from him long enough. When this is all over, I am going to take Harrison by the throat and choke the life out of him, making him suffer the way I did, making him watch his life fade away from him with each breath he tries to take. Make him remember that she was his daughter and she was my love…
He stops writing to look out the large bay window that seems to bath the room with light. The room was plain with oak walls, white carpet, and a few pictures hanging in wooden frames with gold trim. There was six-signal bed with chests sitting at the end of each bed. The room was large with dresser and nightstands made of hickory that was scatter here and there. The book bag lying on the bed had the journal on top of it as he was changing out of his red muscle shirt. There was stitches were the bullet had went through, very slowly he trance the lines the stitches made in his arm feeling ever strain. Letting out a soft groan he begins to put on a blue shirt that he had set out for himself. Once the shirt was on, he reached into his bag and pulled out a small star shaped pendent. Careful not tangle it he stairs at it, his eyes glisten for a moment before the tears started welling up. He put the charm around his neck and walks over to the window over looking the courtyard. He was stunned at the sight of its beauty but was complied to look
"I hope you weren't thinking of leaving out that way, I believe that's a 3 story drop." A bald man wearing a gray suit enters the room in a wheel chair accompany by a two women, one with shoulder length white hair wearing a yellow sundress and the other seeming about the same age as the boy she had brown hair tide back with a white strike through it. She was wearing a long sleeve shirt with black gloves and blue jeans that had to have been bought at the Gap. The boy turns to face them, letting his right hand reach for his shoulder once again.
"I wouldn't even think of it", He gives a slight smirk and goes sit down on the bed.
"We haven't been properly introduced, this is Ororo Munroe and this young lady here is Rogue, she the one that found you last night. I'm Professor Charles Xavier and this is the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters."
"I'm sorry about that, I got into some trouble", he looks away. "I better leave I don't want to be a burden to you. Thank you for taking me in."
He grabs his backpack without realizing it was still open and everything flies all over the floor. CDs, pens, pencils and a folder, on the folder it say in big bold red letter W. Stryker, J. Harrison: Sentinel Project. He drops to the floor and starts grabbing for everything.
"I'm so clumsy, sorry about this", he looks over and see the professor looking down at the folder next to his wheel chair. "Just let me get this and I'll be on my way", he grabs the folder and stuffs it in his bag. Getting up from the floor, he nearly trips over the wheel chair but running into Ororo instead.
"Wait, what's wrong you don't have to go so soon. Maybe we can help you, child." The professor turns his chair to face him. The boy tries to go around Ororo but she steps in his way.
"You can help me by telling her to move out of my way", he looks up at Storm clinching his bag tightly. She steps aside and he begins to walk away.
"What are you afraid of, that has you running scared. Does it have something to do with William Stryker?" He stops dead in his track and turn to face Rogue, who is staring back at him. "Let us try and help you, if we can't then you can leave." Rogue looks at the professor to see if was all right to say that.
The boy begins to laugh, "Who the hell are you, and how do you know William Stryker?" He slowly begins to reaching into his bag.
Let say we had our run with him once before, and we weren't on good terms then or now. The professor rolls over to the boy, "So will you let us help you now?"