I'd like the thank MysteryAgain for trusting me and being the first to submit an OC, this is the first part of two chapters on the recruitment of Olivia Beaumont
Olivia Beaumont used to be just like everybody else. She went to school, Hung out with her friends, got yelled at by her parents. But Olivia's life changed, she now had a secret, a huge secret.
Olivia laid on her bed blanket up to her blond hair, school books scattered around her floor. She tossed and turned, she was lost in a dream. She was soaring over San Francisco for a moment she had enjoyed herself. Any enjoyment she had vanished as she began to fall, she was now in a wave of panic trying to grab anything in hopes something could stop or slow down her descent.
She woke in a wave of panic. Olivia wasn't in her bed she was floating across her room, no not floating she felt a tug as if there was an invisible force that yanking at her. She hit her full body mirror; her reflection started to slowly, and she began to sink into the mirror. She tried to let out a scream, but it was too late she was gone.
Olivia was now in hell, or at least what Olivia thought was hell. She floated in black space, nothingness, at least it would have been nothingness. She was surrounded by floating crystal-like structures, and they came in all forms and sizes. She glided toward one or maybe it floated toward her; she wasn't sure how the laws of physics worked here. Either way she made contact, seconds later she was being flung from an athletic store window. She hit the ground very hard, in moments she was soaked, and it was raining here, where ever here was.
Olivia gave herself a second to panic, only a second, because this wasn't unusual for her. She stood up shoved her hand into her jean pocket "Yes," she said holding her hand up in victory. She quietly thanked god she forgot to change into her pjs before she went to bed. She held a small amount of change in her hand.
Olivia was in a strange new city, okay it wasn't strange it was an ordinary city, but it was big, dark and wasn't San Francisco. She had walked the cold, wet streets for forty-five minutes before she found a pay phone. She quickly put her money in and dialed home.
The phone had ringed twice "Hello?" thank god it was her mom.
"Mom it's happening again," Olivia said in between sobs.
"Oh no, Honey wake up, wake up honey Olivia did it again" Her mother tried to wake her father "Baby where are you?"
Olivia franticly searched her surrounding looking for anything that would give her a clue where she was. Her eyes settle on a billboard it read, "Home of the" there was a picture of a giant red Falcon "Um, mom" Olivia father could be heard cursing on the other end of the phone "I'm in Atlanta."
Professor Charles Xavier sat outside of the Beaumont household.
"Why am I here Professor?" Adam Thomason took hold of the handles of Professor Xavier wheelchair. Adam felt uneasy, and it's been awhile since he's from the Professor's school.
"Because I feel you can connect with this girl better and her with you," Professor said.
"I hope so" Adam replied.
"Keep your focus on Ms. Beaumont's parents remember you're a model of what we're offering them." Xavier rings the doorbell.
"No pressure," Adam sighed.
A woman with brown hair opened the door "Hello," she greeted with a weak smile.
"Hello, Mrs. Beaumont, I'm Professor Charles Xavier, this is my student Adam," Professor Xavier said with a warm smile. "We're here about your daughter, Olivia?"
"Have you seen her? How do you know Olivia?" Mrs. Beaumont fired off a series of questions.
The door flung open, and Mr. Beaumont stood at the door with a stern look on his face "What is all this about?"
"Please can we come in for a minute?" Adam asked, "We'll answer all your questions and fill you in on anything you need to know."
"Excuse me," Mr. Beaumont raised a hand in a defensive manor.
"You can talk to us out here."
"Very well," Professor thought his words over very carefully "I believe you know your daughter is going through a unique transition we simply want to help her through it."
"My Family is none of your business," Mr. Beaumont growled "Now leave, or I'm calling the cops." He charged past his wife back into his home. Mrs. Beaumont gave a look of sadness as she followed her husband.
"Please, we can help." Adam pleaded.
Mrs. Beaumont whispered "My Husband has a business meeting in an hour, please comeback then." She then proceeded into her home after her husband and slammed the door behind her.
"That went," Adam said he made his way back to the Rental Van.
"Indeed," Professor took one last look at the Beaumont house, for a fraction of a second he thought he saw the reflection of a Young blond female with a fearful look in her eye.
"Next time let's send a letter, or email less hassle when we get rejected" Adam opened the Van door and helped the Professor into the Van.