Chapter 4: I Have A Chat With St. Nick

We drove for like 2 hours in a direction that I didn't know. We drove so far that at one point we weren't in a city area. All that surrounded us were trees, trees, and (you guessed it) more trees. Suddenly, Agent Coulson took a hard left, and we drove on a very rough dirt road for another five minutes, before stopping in the middle of a meadow. Agent Coulson and his friends got out of the van, so I assumed I could too. I walked around a bit to stretch my legs, which were on the verge of losing all feeling, before rejoining Agent Coulson and the others.

"So now what?" I asked Agent Coulson.

"Now," he said as he pressed another button on his watch. "We look up."

I did as he said, and nearly screamed! Floating above our heads was the legendary S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier! For those of you that don't know, the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier is basically a navy battleship with four huge turbines attached to it. How a navy battleship could float in mid air, I had no idea. The person who made this work should be rich on the grounds that he or she is a complete technological superpower! Anyway, from the bottom of the Helicarrier, a blue tractor beam shot down, lifted the four of us off of the ground, and pulled us into the ship (if anyone says I was screaming and cursing on the way up, they are lying).

Once inside, the two black guys went around a corner on the right, while Agent Coulson led me in a different direction. I had to admit, the inside of the Helicarrier was way more impressive. The interior looked like something out of Star Trek. As I walked with Agent Coulson, I noticed some really cool things. For example, we passed a huge window that had a squad of agents shooting at a wave of Terminator looking robots. We walked past a few big screen TVs that showed what I assumed to be, a simulation of two agents jet fighting, a squad of agents disarming a huge bomb looking device, and a guy with a plasma rifle shooting at glowing moving targets. I'd like to tell you more, but if I did i'd have to kill you (not even joking guys). After walking for like five minutes, Agent Coulson stopped at a metal door, swiped a keycard into a slot, which opened the door, and ushered me inside. Then he walked out, and the door shut me inside.

I don't know how long I was locked inside. 30 minutes, an hour maybe. However, I did know that I was fed up, and I wanted out. I felt on the metal doors and guessed that with a pretty good blast of lightning, I could blow them down. All that was left was for me to get charged up. I took a deep breath and began to focus. My powers reacted to my emotions, and right now I was very, very, frustrated. I didn't like being restricted, I didn't like being told what to do, and I didn't like being taken away from my mom. I was extremely frustrated and I was going to take it out on that stupid door! My hands started to surge. Small at first, but as I focused more, the surge got bigger, until my hands were completely hidden in the voltage. Just as I was about to go all thunder god on the door, some guy said: "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I turned around with a small scare, as I was pretty sure I was the only one in the room. I was wrong. Out of the shadow of a corner, a black guy, wearing a trench coat and an eye patch, walked toward me. He had the same calculating look in his (snigger) eye as Agent Coulson did, but his expression said something like: "You might actually be worth all the trouble it took to bring you here." We stared each other down for like 10 seconds, before we actually said words.

"So," he started. "You're the mutant."

"What did you just call me?" I snapped back.

"A mutant. Basically you have an X-gene that-"

"I know what a mutant is, patchy, but why did you call me that?

"Patchy, huh?" The guy chuckled. "Clever, really clever.

"Whatever, dude, can I go home now?"

"I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Fuller."

"But why did I have to come here?" I asked. "Agent Coulson said I wasn't in any trouble, so why did you lock me in here?"

"I'll explain all of that later," he said as he pulled a keycard out of his coat. "For now, why don't you get some sleep? This keycard unlocks your room just a little ways away from here."

"What if I refuse?" I asked him. "What if I decide to blow that door down, and get off of this ship my own way?"

"You're not gonna do that."

"Why?"

"Because that would be a pretty bad way of saying thank you to the man that has kept you out of mutant prison."

My face must have been pretty priceless because I could tell the guy was trying to stifle the laugh building in his throat.

"Oh yeah, wasn't expecting that, were you?" he asked me. "Boy, you can't just blast people with lightning, and not expect the law to get involved."

"But-"

"S.H.I.E.L.D has kept the law off of your back, because we need you for a little something. All charges against you will be dropped, and you won't spend a second behind bars."

"And all I have to do is play your little game?"

"Well it's not a game, but yeah. Just cooperate with us for a little while, and you'll be free to walk away."

I sighed, either way I didn't have a choice. Compared to life in prison, this guy offered a pretty sweet deal.

"I didn't ask for this," I said. "But now that i'm here, what do I do?"

The guy handed me the keycard.

"Walk out of this room, take two right turns and go to the fourth door on your left; that's where you'll be staying for now."

"Ok, cool. And tomorrow?"

"Your alarm is set for 7 A.M., you'll have an hour to get dressed and eat breakfast, before meeting in room 135X for training."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, i'm Colonel Nick Fury, commanding officer of S.H.I.E.L.D. Welcome to H.Q. Now go get some sleep."

I followed Fury's directions, and found my room; door number 235J. I slipped my keycard in the slot, opened the door and walked inside. My room was actually pretty awesome. It had a bed, two drawers and closets filled with clothes, a flat screen TV propped on the wall, a mini fridge filled with snacks, and a bathroom with a shower and toiletries. On my bed was a watch and a set of PJs. I picked up the watch and looked at the time. 1:35 A.M. That didn't concern me. I was used to staying up late for homework, projects, and video games (sometimes all at once). I quickly changed into my PJs, brushed my teeth, and climbed into bed. You wouldn't believe how quickly I fell asleep, but looking back on it, it was a pretty eventful day.