"You may as well open your eyes, I know you're awake." It was a female voice.
Racheal s eyes opened and she looked up at the woman who had spoken
The woman had fiery red hair and was wearing a frown of concentration as she walked over to the other hospital bed. Racheal lifted her head and noticed that the other occupied beds held Cyclops and Robin. Racheal started to get up but noticed she couldn't.
"I cant move…am I paralyzed?" Racheal asked, beginning to panic.
"No," Jean answered. "I'm holding you still, so you won't try anything. Ah, Professor," Jean said looking up at the wheel-chaired man that had just entered the room. "She just awoke." Jean's tone sounded bitter. Racheal figured it was because of Cyclops's injuries.
The professor wheeled forward and brought himself into Racheal's line of view.
"I am Professor Charles Xavier." he said, sounding quite the gentleman. "You are in my school for gifted children."
"Pleasure to make you acquaintance." Racheal said in a mock tone. "Still uncomfortable not being able to move freely.
"I need to ask you some questions." Professor Xavier's voice was kind and soft, almost soothing.
'NO QUESTIONS UNTIL WE CAN MOVE!' screamed a voice in her head. A voice she hadn't heard for days, but it had returned so powerful that her nose immediately began to leak blood.
Xavier's brow furrowed and his expression seemed alarmed, as if he heard it too. He exchanged worried glances with Jean Grey. Jean got a swab and wiped Racheal's nose of the blood.
"What was that?" Xavier asked Racheal.
"You heard it too?" Racheal asked, disbelieving it.
"I am telepathic," Xavier explained. "I heard and felt it, loud and clear." He wheeled closer to her bedside. "Please be honest with me. Racheal." he said, knowing her name, "Who was that?"
"Just the raving mad lunatic that lives inside me." Racheal said sarcastically, even though it was hard to do. "Don't mind him, he's only the rebirthing of the Greek God of War."
Xavier's face clouded and his expression became impossible for her to read. Eventually he straightened up in his chair and looked deep into Racheal's face.
"I need you to relax," he began, "I need you to listen to the sound of my voice and relax."
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Racheal noticed his lips weren't moving.
--
Charles Xavier found himself standing in a hallway in what appeared to be a normal suburban home. A faint humming sound coming from one of the upstairs rooms. He walked slowly up the stairs until he reached a small bedroom, decorated in pink and white.
A little girl sat in the middle of the room. She was softly humming to herself, and coloring in a book.
"Hello there." Xavier said, walking over to the little girl.
The girl remained still, quietly humming to herself.
"That's a very nice frog picture." Xavier said sweetly as he saw what the girl was coloring.
"It's not a frog," the girl said not looking up. "It's a toad." She then went back to humming her lazy tune.
Xavier nodded and walked to the window of the bedroom. The landscape beyond it was barren and dreadful. It was filled with dead, bent trees and jagged rocks. In the distance stood a tall Grecian-styled palace. Lightening and dark clouds looming behind it, highly contrasting the white pillars of marble
"We don't go there." came a female voice beside him. He looked to see Racheal standing beside him, only it was Racheal without red eyes and black hair. She was plumper and her eyes looked sad instead of vengeful. "This is the only safe place." Her voice was low, as though she was afraid of being overheard.
"I must go there." he said to her, and instantly he was out of the bed room and standing outside the palace. Standing there, like wax-figures, were soldiers, samurais, vikings, and knights in armor. They stood at silent attention.
If they noticed Xavier, they made no move to show it.
Xavier walked past them quietly, and up the tall steps into the palace.
For a moment, he thought his eyes had deceived him. Sitting on a huge throne was what could only be described as a 100 ft. tall statue of a man in armor. Only it wasn't a statue, it was breathing.
"Who are you?" Xavier demanded, but the man didn't bother to move. "What are you doing here?" No answer came.
Xavier turned to leave and standing there were all the soldiers and knights from the front steps. They were pointing every spear, sword, arrow, and gun directly at him. They had cold unfeeling faces, ready and waiting the command to kill.
Xavier turned back to Ares, sitting on the throne.
"LEAVE NOW." came the ancient ones voice, and Charles Xavier found himself back in the x-mansion, Jean Grey looking worriedly back at him.
I hope you like this chapter, taking a trip into Racheal's subconscious. fun fun.
Thanks to Osso again for help! kudos to you.
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Racheal s eyes opened and she looked up at the woman who had spoken
The woman had fiery red hair and was wearing a frown of concentration as she walked over to the other hospital bed. Racheal lifted her head and noticed that the other occupied beds held Cyclops and Robin. Racheal started to get up but noticed she couldn't.
"I cant move…am I paralyzed?" Racheal asked, beginning to panic.
"No," Jean answered. "I'm holding you still, so you won't try anything. Ah, Professor," Jean said looking up at the wheel-chaired man that had just entered the room. "She just awoke." Jean's tone sounded bitter. Racheal figured it was because of Cyclops's injuries.
The professor wheeled forward and brought himself into Racheal's line of view.
"I am Professor Charles Xavier." he said, sounding quite the gentleman. "You are in my school for gifted children."
"Pleasure to make you acquaintance." Racheal said in a mock tone. "Still uncomfortable not being able to move freely.
"I need to ask you some questions." Professor Xavier's voice was kind and soft, almost soothing.
'NO QUESTIONS UNTIL WE CAN MOVE!' screamed a voice in her head. A voice she hadn't heard for days, but it had returned so powerful that her nose immediately began to leak blood.
Xavier's brow furrowed and his expression seemed alarmed, as if he heard it too. He exchanged worried glances with Jean Grey. Jean got a swab and wiped Racheal's nose of the blood.
"What was that?" Xavier asked Racheal.
"You heard it too?" Racheal asked, disbelieving it.
"I am telepathic," Xavier explained. "I heard and felt it, loud and clear." He wheeled closer to her bedside. "Please be honest with me. Racheal." he said, knowing her name, "Who was that?"
"Just the raving mad lunatic that lives inside me." Racheal said sarcastically, even though it was hard to do. "Don't mind him, he's only the rebirthing of the Greek God of War."
Xavier's face clouded and his expression became impossible for her to read. Eventually he straightened up in his chair and looked deep into Racheal's face.
"I need you to relax," he began, "I need you to listen to the sound of my voice and relax."
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Racheal noticed his lips weren't moving.
--
Charles Xavier found himself standing in a hallway in what appeared to be a normal suburban home. A faint humming sound coming from one of the upstairs rooms. He walked slowly up the stairs until he reached a small bedroom, decorated in pink and white.
A little girl sat in the middle of the room. She was softly humming to herself, and coloring in a book.
"Hello there." Xavier said, walking over to the little girl.
The girl remained still, quietly humming to herself.
"That's a very nice frog picture." Xavier said sweetly as he saw what the girl was coloring.
"It's not a frog," the girl said not looking up. "It's a toad." She then went back to humming her lazy tune.
Xavier nodded and walked to the window of the bedroom. The landscape beyond it was barren and dreadful. It was filled with dead, bent trees and jagged rocks. In the distance stood a tall Grecian-styled palace. Lightening and dark clouds looming behind it, highly contrasting the white pillars of marble
"We don't go there." came a female voice beside him. He looked to see Racheal standing beside him, only it was Racheal without red eyes and black hair. She was plumper and her eyes looked sad instead of vengeful. "This is the only safe place." Her voice was low, as though she was afraid of being overheard.
"I must go there." he said to her, and instantly he was out of the bed room and standing outside the palace. Standing there, like wax-figures, were soldiers, samurais, vikings, and knights in armor. They stood at silent attention.
If they noticed Xavier, they made no move to show it.
Xavier walked past them quietly, and up the tall steps into the palace.
For a moment, he thought his eyes had deceived him. Sitting on a huge throne was what could only be described as a 100 ft. tall statue of a man in armor. Only it wasn't a statue, it was breathing.
"Who are you?" Xavier demanded, but the man didn't bother to move. "What are you doing here?" No answer came.
Xavier turned to leave and standing there were all the soldiers and knights from the front steps. They were pointing every spear, sword, arrow, and gun directly at him. They had cold unfeeling faces, ready and waiting the command to kill.
Xavier turned back to Ares, sitting on the throne.
"LEAVE NOW." came the ancient ones voice, and Charles Xavier found himself back in the x-mansion, Jean Grey looking worriedly back at him.
I hope you like this chapter, taking a trip into Racheal's subconscious. fun fun.
Thanks to Osso again for help! kudos to you.
r/r