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Chapter 12: Libraries and Lists
I blinked several times and the pirate hat atop Deadpool's head disappeared, along with whatever remained of my sanity, which was very little.
"You bet," commented my evil self. I really should give her a name…
The jet was quiet for the rest of the trip.
My eyes opened slowly to a bald man leaning over me with a concerned expression on his face.
"My name is Charles Xavier. I'm the Professor of the school for Gifted Youngsters, otherwise known as mutants," he said carefully. I tried to sit up but was held back by two straps on my wrists, made of leather. Now that I thought about it, my backside seemed cold compared to the rest of me.
"Um…Okay…Why am I strapped to a metal table?" I asked.
"You passed out on our jet and tried to kick some of my students while you were unconscious. We strapped you down to prevent harm to not only yourself, but to those around you." When he said that, two words came to my mind: Evil Self. I glanced around the room, but didn't see her anywhere. Oh darrrrrrrrrn…She'll be missed ever so much.
Didn't we talk about this before? I swear we did.
Darn. I really thought you were gone this time. Really, I did.
Yeah right, as if you could get rid of me that easily.
Well at least I won't be talking out loud to myself, now that you're back inside me.
I wouldn't be too sure of that, crazy.
Professor Xavier reached over and released me from the table after I didn't respond. Wait, I've heard about him before. Isn't he a telepath?
That I am. I'm a mutant just like you.
I already knew you were a mutant. I was just wondering why I was strapped to a table, but since that answer has already been given… What now?
I'll take you upstairs to meet some of my students. I'm aware of your…gifts.
So you know about my current level of sanity?
Yes, and you shall not be judged here.
And you know about my "sensitivity" to others' feelings?
But of course. That's part of the reason you're here.
And finally,
But most importantly.
You know about…her?
He better…
Yes, I do. That is another reason why you're here. To get help for that.
Now I'm a 'that'? Jeez, that hurts. It really does.
I'm sorry.
How did she come back inside?
One of my students gave you some medicine while you were unconscious. You put up quite a fight, injured four of my students with your kicking. You'll need to take some more medicine to keep her inside.
The professor pressed a small bottle into my hand, which I then put into one of my many pockets.
Now please, if you'll follow me downstairs to the others…
Um, okay. Is Deadpool down there?
Why would you want know that? It's not like he's trained you yet.
That's what I intend to take care of…
Yes, he's down there.
The professor helped me sit up on the table, and I jumped off enthusiastically and observed my surroundings. Blank gray metal walls, and sterile counters with beakers of some sort. A few gurney-type things sat in the middle of the room, with me standing next to the one closest to the big metal door with an 'X' printed on it. We moved up next to it and it slid open noiselessly.
The professor motioned for me to follow so I did, slowly at first, but gaining speed after awhile. The halls were decorated with bookshelves of all kinds, and younger students were coming and going from doorways, carrying books and other items. I walked up next to Professor Xavier's wheelchair and kept pace with him until we came to an elevator.
The doors to Prof. X's office opened, revealing a room of bored mutants pretending to listen to my mentor, Deadpool. Deadpool kept walking the length of the room, whilst telling the group an enrapturing tale about the time when he managed to escape capture from some ninjas by wearing a clever disguise made up of shark scales, toothpicks, cotton swabs, and taco shells. Oh, and a fake mustache. Can't forget about the fake mustache.
Because fake mustaches are sooo important.
They are.
Professor X motioned for me to sit in an empty chair, so I sat between Wolverine and a guy I didn't know. Wolverine smelled of beer and looked bored out of his mind, and the guy who sat on my right smelled of paint and spoke in a Russian accent. Professor X calmly went over to his desk and sat his wheelchair behind it.
"You all know what we're here for, don't you students?" he began in a calm voice. I leaned back in my creaking chair, earning me an annoyed look from Wolverine. I stopped leaning in my chair to avoid getting a claw in the gut.
The students grumbled their replies and some of them looked relieved to have someone to listen to other than Deadpool.
"We're here to introduce ourselves to Miss Dyhar over there," Prof. X continued on and waved his hand in my general direction. Several students looked over at me and I made a pact to keep my mouth shut and let the others do the talking.
"Whaat? Why are you doing that? She's my apprentice. If you let her in, you'll have to let me in too," said Deadpool, breaking from his story and throwing a challenging look at the professor. Someone sighed.
"Wade, we've been over this before. You aren't a mutant now, and you never will be," said a furry blue man in the corner.
This only further exacerbated Wade's beliefs on the matter.
Ooh, that's a big word.
What? "Exacerbated"?
No, "beliefs". Because it has a long explanation in the dictionary.
Um, okay. Why would you know this?
Well I had to do something while you were knocked out cold.
You mean besides hurting innocent mutants with my feet?
Heheh…I was bored, and you can't prove that was me.
Whatever. I know it was you, and that's all that matters.
I tuned my focus back to the professor, who was trying to calm down Deadpool with hand gestures and meaningful gazes.
"Don't try that mind junk with me, X! It never works! Let's go Sophia, we have work to do." With those few words, Deadpool stormed out of the room.
"Deadpool, it's getting late. Why don't you stay here for the night?" asked Professor X. This was immediately met by groans from all the students.
Deadpool's head popped back in the doorway. "You're actually inviting me to stay here for the night?!" he asked in shock.
"Yeah Chuck, you're actually inviting him to stay here for the night?" asked Wolverine.
"Yes, I am. I believe it will be good for him and his apprentice," replied the professor. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to retire for the evening." With that Prof. X wheeled himself out of the room, followed by several of the students and Wolverine, until there were only three people in the room besides Deadpool and myself.
And me!
And you. So the only people left besides me and Deadpool-
AND ME!
And you, were Kitty, the guy that had sat next to me and smelled of paint, and some girl who looked like a girl version of Wolverine. Deadpool grabbed my shoulder and said; "We've got some new plans for this evening. And it involves the word 'Danger'! Open this when you're alone." Then he snickered to himself and went off into the kitchen after handing me a folded piece of paper.
"Danger…?" I said to myself.
Hahahahaha! It makes sense to me! Hahahahahaha!
Kitty, could you please escort our guest to the guest room?
"Yes Professor," she said out loud then looked at me. "Here, follow me to your room."
"Um, okay," I answered uncertainly. To be honest with you, I have no idea what's going on. My mind is too tired, even after that nap, to think about more than one thing at a time. Right now I'm thinking about how tired I am. I followed Kitty numbly up the stairs and to an empty bedroom.
"Here you are. The guest room. Enjoy your stay!" said Kitty happily as she skipped away, most likely to be with the guy who smells like paint.
"Thanks…" I said, looking at the carefully made bed and neat dresser on the side wall. That reminds me! I don't have any extra clothes with me!
Sucks for you.
Yeah. That reminds me, we have some things to sort out.
Like what?
Like how you can have a physical form that only I can see.
Oh that? Simple: Your brain is crazy, so I split myself from it and created my own physical body that lasts for a limited time. While in that body, the longer I am out of your head allows for my body to gain independence from yours, which also allows for my body to pick up objects in the real world, and still not be able to be seen by other people in the real world. Does that make sense?
……Yeah…Kinda… And what happened to Ace?
He got turned into a vampire while fighting them back with an anti-zombie gardening implement. He might be getting hunted down by Blade this very moment though, so I'm not assured of his safety. If he survives Blade, he'll be a much darker character than before. What's on that folded piece of paper Deadpool gave you?
What this? I don't know, I think it's-
Open it up, open it up!
Fine! I'll open the folded piece of paper! Happy now?
Not until you read what was written! But you'll need a separate style for the letter.
What?
Never mind, just read it!
Okay.
I opened up the folded piece of paper to reveal a list of some sort, in Deadpool's handwriting. Let's see here……It's a to-do list. Fun.
Did you see the items on the list? Those ARE fun!
Okay, time to read number one!
1. Interrupt a training session in the Danger Room by ridiculous means.
Ridiculous means? What does that mean?
Guess we'll find out. Let's go!
But it's nighttime! Who's going to be training in the middle of the night?
You'd be surprised. Come on!
Can't I get some sleep first?
Heheheh…If you insist.
What-? Why are you laughing? Tell me!
You'll see. Night Sophia!
Why are you-? Ooooohhh…
My vision faded to black and as soon as my consciousness lost its grip on my body, I felt another take control…This cannot end well for me…
"No it cannot," said my voice from outside my mind. It sounded…evil. Inner self took control of my body…Holy crap! Inner Self took control of my body!
"Go back to sleep now, Sophia," replied my voice, followed by a mental strike to my consciousness. Sound faded, along with the lights and all feeling in my limbs. My mind slipped into forced unconsciousness, while my Inner Self had control of my body……yay…
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