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Chapter 3: HIM
Location: XAVIER INSTITUTE FOR HIGHER LEARNING Time: 6:30 AM
3rd person point of view
Sunlight stretched over Jolanka Abendroth's eyes as golden rays seeped through clear glass windows. Raising one eyelid, Jolan peered at the digital clock rested on the nightstand before her. It's irritating red numbers indicated that it was only 6:30 in the morning. Jolan considered going back to sleep until she realized that the professor would be expecting her down at breakfast in only 90 minutes… and she was in desperate need of a shower.
After fully awaking, Jolan sat upright in her bed assessing her surroundings. Sunlight from two large windows and clear double doors leading to a balcony illuminated the room. The dark tan walls were covered with exquisite artworks and from the slightly-of-white ceiling hung a breath-taking glass light-fixture. The clearly expensive, mahogany furniture included two night tables, a large dresser, and a desk accompanied with a chair.
Jolan's eyes fell on a second door that was similar to the one leading out of her room. Hopping out of bed, she crossed the lavish room with the intensions of discovering what was behind the door. Jolan assumed it was just a closet of some sorts; she was completely blown away when she discovered her own bathroom. "The Professor must be efen more generous zen I prefiously sought." Jolan whispered to herself as she stepped onto the cold tile of the bathroom.
After a brief moment of observing the small room, Jolan's hands made their way to the shower's nob and with a slight twist, they started the flow of water. Jolan then proceeded to shut the bathroom door, undress, and step into the now warm spray of the shower. She could feel the layers of dirt being lifted from her skin and the twigs falling from her long wavy brown hair. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as Jolan's mind wandered elsewhere.
Jolanka's point of view
I couldn't help it as my mind drifted to Him… the scientist. Well that's what he liked to call himself, but we both know he was just a demonic asshole with a god complex and a curiosity for how mutants worked. For months he had trapped me in a small cell, chained to a pathetic excuse for a bed—practically a metal bench. The only time my surroundings changed was when one of his men came with food… which only happened twice a day… or when they brought me to his lab.
Just thinking of that laboratory sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't even bring myself to reflect on the horrible things he did to me, the experiments he performed, without any anaesthetics. Just looking down at my body now, I could see the countless scars that never truly healed properly. With each scar came an unspeakable story.
It took me a very long time to escape his grasp; I finally realized that he was poisoning me through my daily meals. After hiding my food for a weak, I was starving, but I finally became my own person again. My tortured mind was cleared and I eventually retained control over my cursid powers. On a routine escort to His laboratory I managed to take down the guards and break out of the building that held me for so long. The warm water currently rolling off my face reminds me of the heavy tears of joy I cried that day.
After I finished soaping up my body and combing out my hair, I turned the shower off and stepped my feet onto the cold-tiled, bathroom floor. My thoughts once again returned to the present as I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Staring back at me was no longer the girl I once was, but the shell of a human, inhabited by an even emptier mutant. No…no… I can't wallow in self-pity now; I need to focus on the present. And currently, currently my present included getting ready for breakfast. Breakfast was a term I hadn't heard in a long time before it crossed the professor's lips. It was almost strange the sense of normality I felt here- considering I was surrounded by what society would call freaks of nature.
I walked back into my new bedroom dawning a large fluffy white towel. Even before I realized that I would need new clothes, my eyes fell upon the freshly made bed. Lying on top of the sheets was on outfit; Surprisingly, It was just my style.
Side by side lay a V-neck black sleeveless shirt, a dark violet vest, a pleated black skirt, purple socks, and black converse shoes. My rags from last night, along with my own brown messenger bag, were flooded neatly and placed above the fresh clothes.
Letting the towel fall to the floor, I wasted no time putting on the magically-appearing clothes. After dressing, I reached into my bag and pulled out a pair of violet, fingerless gloves. That bag was the only possession I had during my stay with the scientist. Well the bag, and its contents really. It wasn't much, but it included a violet dragon necklace, my gloves, and a dark purple watch. The watch was the only thing that kept me grounded as I dived in and out of consciousness after one of the scientist's procedures. Without it, I wouldn't know that I had spent 187 days in his "care."
I stretched the gloves over my now slightly violet hands. God, just thinking about Him stressed me out, and I wasn't even using my powers! With deep breaths I returned to the bathroom to put my hair into an intricate, high braid. By the time I had finished, the mirror revealed pale, almost porcelain skin and golden brown eyes. Good. I didn't want to freak everyone out by my appearance on the first day. Sure, everyone here would be a mutant, but very few mutants actually have anything different in their physical appearance.
A knock sounded on my door and I glanced at the alarm clock before turning the door handle. It read 7:50… someone must be coming to take me to breakfast. As if on cue, I came face to face with the Incredible Nightcrawler. "I haf comen to take you to breakfast liebchen." Kurt spoke with his arm held out waiting for Jolan to take it. "And may I say you look beautiful in die klothes Jane picked out."
With a magenta blush I take his arm and softly reply: "Who is Jane?"
"Oh, you vill meet her soon enough liebchen. Everyone at die mansion is fery eager to meet you as vell. Professor X efen requested vee eat formally in zee dinnink hall today so you kan be introduced to eferyone."
Deep breaths, I told myself, deep breaths.
