I sat on the only unadorned bed and waited. I waited for what felt like forever but was actually about eight minutes. I walked to the door and left the room.
The hallway was once again unoccupied. Didn't these people ever move around? I knew that there were at least thirty people in the building. I had heard them in my mind.
I walked to the elevator Dr. Xavier and I had taken. When the doors opened, I was surprised to find that it contained two men. I could feel the tension crackling between them, even with my shields almost jammed in place.
I felt a bit dizzy, but I stayed standing. That was enough unauthorized damsel-in-distress playing for one day.
The men had been turned to each other, clearly in a heated argument. They stood up stiffly and gave me an evaluating glance. I had my shields firmly in place, there was no reason for anything to come to me, but something did.
The picture of a lovely redhead walking toward me with a sultry sway, swam into my mind; I liked it.
After I saw her face, I felt her lips touch mine and I shivered; I had wanted this for so long. The door behind her opened and a tall man with ruby-red glasses walked in the room. I felt a kind of spiteful guilt that only hurting someone you both hate and respect can give. I saw flashes of a viscious fight ensuing. I saw days pass, and then I saw me, Emma Frost, standing in the hallway of an unknown building.
I blinked my eyes and came slamming back into my body. I staggered…again…dammit! A hand steadied me and I looked up. "I'm fine," I said, jerking my arm away from the man in red glasses. I glared at the other one, with his crazy sideburns.
I stormed past them and into the open elevator. I turned around and punched the number one on the keypad. When I say punched, I mean it. I looked up and glowered at the men standing, dumbfounded on the other side of the doorway. The doors closed and I sighed angrily. I was getting weak. I couldn't let this beat me. In a few days, renowned mutant expert, Dr. Charles Xavier will have taught me the secrets of telepathy and I can leave. I can leave and forget about everything and everyone here.
When the doors opened again, I was facing the beautiful redhead. She looked up at me with surprise and then an ugly look descended on her pretty face. She feels like Logan, I could hear her thought clearly and a picture of the man with wild sideburns clouded my mind. I felt her memory of him. The sexual tension, and then the kiss. That one sweet kiss. I could have punched her. I was so sick of people invading my mind; I didn't care if it was an accident.
I couldn't punch her, so I did the next best thing. As I walked past her and out of the elevator. I gave one of those woman smiles…you know the one. The one that says, 'Yeah, I just did something fun. And I did it well.' That smile, along with her noticing the trace of 'Logan' in my mind worked perfectly. I couldn't discern any competent thoughts, but anger and jealousy radiated from her mind…and her expression.
I suddenly felt a lot better.