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A/N: My first fic, please be nice and let me know what you think? #?# means telepathic speech.
02 – Xavier's school for gifted youngsters
Her blue eyes fluttered once then opened into the bright light of a strange room. She was lying on a bed in what looked like a hospital room.
"Where am I?" She asked pushing herself up. At the end of the bed sat a man. He was completely bald and had kindly blue eyes. As she looked closer she saw he was sat in a wheelchair. He must be really old but he doesn't look it, she thought.
"Good evening Crystal. Welcome to the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. I am Professor Charles Xavier, but you already know that," He said. It was the same voice she had heard in what Crystal could only guess was a dream. "You are correct in assuming that what you saw previously was a dream. You have been in a coma for a week. Ever since we picked you up from your parents house."
"How do you know where I live?" She asked, "And why did you take me away? What do you mean, this is a school?"
"I know where you lived because of my mutant ability. I am psychic. I used a machine called Cerebro to track where you were, and sent a team out to rescue you. I took you away because the sentinels that attacked your home would have killed you because of your power. You are currently in the institute I set up for mutants who need to learn control. It is in Westchester, New York. Does that answer your questions?" He replied.
"America? Wow I always wanted to go there... Come here... But my parents could never afford it. So what are sentinels? And why kill me? Aren't there plenty of other kids with mutant powers to kill?" Crystal asked shaking slightly.
"They went after you because your natural parents were also mutants. They were discovered and registered by the mutant registration act and then marked to be eliminated." Xavier broke off also shaking.
"But my parents weren't mutants! They were normal! Why are you lying to me?" Crystal started shouting. She sat up fully and held her head in her hands sobbing.
"Mutants often hide their abilities so that they can have a normal life, free from persecution. But your parents were mutants, Crystal." He paused, worried about the little girl in front of him sobbing, "They knew the sentinels were after them because I told them. They tried to prepare but it obviously wasn't enough."
Crystal barely noticed he had stopped she was so shocked. Her parents, why had they never told her? They always acted as though they hated mutants but they couldn't hate them if they were mutants themselves? Had they really been that afraid? It seemed to Crystal that their fear might have been well placed...
"Their names?" Crystal sobbed, "What were their mutant names?"
"Their chosen mutant names were Willow – your mother – and Tremor – your father. As you can probably guess their powers were related to plants and earth." As he spoke he moved his wheelchair round to hug the girl who was no older than ten. "They made me proud, they were students here too you know. Willow was kidnapped as a child and brainwashed. She escaped at age seventeen and came straight here. Tremor was orphaned at twelve when he developed his powers and ran. He met Willow at sixteen and helped her escape her kidnappers. They were fantastic students and learnt very quickly, they loved each other and you very much, Crystal. Now sleep little one. We will talk more in the morning."
