A/N

I'm sick today, so I expect to be writing quite a lot today. I actually managed to write three chapters last night, but I still have to read them through and edit them. Ugh. Anway, I'm done through chapter 14 (yay), but I'm really in need of a beta. Any suggestions? Anyone who want's to?

R&R

-Via

Chapter 6: Getting to know the surroundings

I walked down the staircase after I'd found out that all there was on the upper levels were the medical wing, bedrooms, showers, and bathrooms. And a large closed door. I didn't know what they had behind those doors. 'It must be large, it's an entire wing,' I thought

I stood in front of the giant stairwell with a dilemma as old as time. Which way, left or right? I stood there with my hand on my hip for maybe a minute, before a giant of a man walked out from the left side. He was reading a book and didn't seem to notice me, until he almost tripped in something and I caught his torso on reflex.

'What the hell?! Since when was I this strong?' The man must have thought the same, because we shared the same shocked expression.

As soon as we both had gathered our thoughts, we disentangled ourselves and smiled.

-"I am Piotr, but my friends call me Peter, or Colossus," the giant muscled man said with a heavy Russian accent, and reached out his right hand to shake.

-"I'm Amelia," I said smiling and took his hand.

-"I am guessing your mutation is strength?" he asked.

-"No, it's not actually. I'm not quite sure yet, I'm still learning. I thought I was just able to send energy shocks I gather from electric articles, but apparently I can use that energy as a physical weapon or strength too," I said and scratched the back of my head.

-"What's yours Peter?" I inquired with a smile and a laugh

-"Let me show you," he said with his Russian accent. I was alarmed by the words he used, they were the exact same that Kurt had used before he sent us on that crazy ride through the mansion. I raised my hands and asked:

"You're not going to teleport me or mess around in my head, are you?". He laughed and put down his book on the floor.

-"No, relax. Just watch," he said, still laughing a bit. I looked at him still a bit skeptic, but when his skin got covered with iron, like a body shaped armor, I just stared at him.

-"That is so cool," was all I could say. He laughed and changed back into his normal persona.

-"It is very practical," he said and picked up his book again.

-"I should go, I have Danger Room with Wolverine now," he announced.

-"I guess I'll see you later Amelia," Peter said, and walked up the stairs.

-"Bye Peter, see you later," I answered and waved as he turned around, still walking up the stairs, and gave me a short wave.

'Hmm….I say we go left,' I decided in my head, and walked towards the left hallway by the staircase. I found a large cafeteria, a few offices, a large room with a stage, and what I'd been looking for all morning: a kitchen. I smiled and entered the large room.

It was light, and the stoves, ovens and refrigerator the size of a small elephant, was all in brushed steel. I was still alone, it was only 12am. I opened the cabinets and found a glass and a plate, a slice of bread, some cheese and some orange juice to drink.

I hadn't eaten in a while, and I felt the hunger. But what was strange, was that I didn't feel tired at all. 'Maybe because I was draining the whole house of power?' I thought to myself and chuckled lightly. I looked at the clock, and calculated how long it would be before Rogue, Kurt and all my other new school mates came home.

-"…it's twelve now, so they should be back at three, so that means three more hours of solitude," I muttered to myself, and drained what was left in my glass.

-"Solitude? No, Gambit does not think that, little Amelia," a familiar Cajun said from his leaning form in the door frame.

-"Hi Gambit," I said as I cleaned up my dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

-"Shouldn't you be teaching someone, or be at school or something?" I asked him as we sat down on the stools by the kitchen island, the place in the mansion that was quickly becoming my favorite part of the mansion.

-"Non, Gambit was never a guy meant for school. Gambit would be in his second year of college if he was," he answered as he shuffled his cards. He was wearing sunglasses inside, and that confused me a bit. It had been dark and our meeting swift last night, but I hadn't noticed anything strange about him. He was wearing a hat though, so I never looked at his face really. It was always partially in the shadows.

-"Gambit, what is it with the sunglasses indoors?" I asked him, a bit jokingly, but honestly interested. 'Maybe he has some eye condition, or his mutation has something to do with his eyes?' I thought to myself.

-"Well, Gambit has very…unusual eyes, and some find them a bit frightening," he explained with a grin as he articulated with his hand.

-"Can I see?" I pressed, I was curious by nature.

-"Sure, little Amelia. But Gambit warns you, they might scare you," he joked and took of his sunglasses.

And he was right, the ruby and black colors of his eyes could've scared me, hadn't it been for the fact that I'd expected worse, and that I for some reason trusted him. 'If you get used to them, I bet you'll find them beautiful,' I mused.

Gambit looked at me, seemingly expecting me to scream or at least let out some sort of surprised sound. But I just smiled and laughed at his expression.

-"What? You expected me to run away yelling 'monster', or something? You ain't scaring a Brooklyn girl that easily, my friend," I said and laughed.

-"Amelia, you are wounding Gambit's pride. He is counting on them to scare away all the real monsters under the kids'beds," he joked and laughed with me.