Chapter 3

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Charles' POV

Erik gently carried Adelaide to the infirmary wing. Erik looked down at the woman. Her mouth was in a slanted frown. Arriving at the hospital wing he gently laid her on a metal bed with test tubes and monitors surrounding it. Quickly I injected her with several viles of medicine and hooked her up to a monitor and her pulse started to regulate.

"Maybe it should be easier to read her mind," Erik said.

"Usually I would disagree with plunging into someone's thoughts against their freewill. But I guess I have no choice," I sighed.

Closing my eyes I put my hands on each side of her head and I concentrated and I found myself at the same road block. Except this time, instead of just a brick wall I was greeted by a force of energy. The energy gripped my so mind hard, making me wince with pain.

"Charles what's wrong?" Erik asked concernedly.

The force wouldn't let go and suddenly a deep woman's voice came out of every corner of thought.

"Why are you in my head telepath?!" She shouted.

I winced with pain again.

"Please...open your mind...maybe I can help you," I said gasping in pain.

"Out of my head telepath! Or I will kill you!" the voice shouted again.

The force pushed me out of her mind and I started gasping for air my face was drained of color.

"Charles what happened?" Erik asked.

"I think we best leave Ms. Richter alone for right now," I said trying to regain my breath.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Erik stated.

"Adelaide's mind is...complicated. I can't any information out of her until she wakes up,"I said and I walked out of the room.

Shrugging Erik followed me out the room.

Adelaide's POV

I awoke with a raging headache and sat up slowly rubbing my eyes.

"You gave us quite the scare Ms. Richter," Charles said.

I whipped my head to the sound of his voice.

"Did I now? I don't see how I can manage that," I said.

"You don't remember what happened?" Charles asked.

"I remember blacking out," I replied.

"And what about the part you threatening to kill me while you were still unconscious?" Charles asked.

"I don't remember saying that," I said with a confused look.

"You're saying that wasn't you?" Charles asked.

"No," I said.

"Interesting," Charles said trailing off.

"I have a request to make. You see, there is a man named Sebastian Shaw and he's bent on starting World War 3. He has a group of mutants already accompanying him and I was wondering, will you join me and help me stop him?" he took a moment to watch my reactions.

"Do you have to ask Mr. Xavier? You can read my mind," I crossed my arms and leaned back in the bed.

"I know," he chuckled. "Welcome to the team, Adelaide. And please call me Charles," he walked over to me and stretched his hand out. I grasped it and shook it slowly.

"Then call me Adele," I replied.

I got up out of the bed, stretching and looked over to him. "Can you lead me to a bathroom; I want to take a quick shower before I do anything else."

"Sure, follow me," he nodded and quickly moved towards the hallway. After passing many rooms, he led me to a white door that stood out against all the other auburn doors. "Here it is, everything you need is in there. I'll leave a set of clothes for you in your room," he waved at the door across from the bathroom.

"Thank you Charles," I smiled as I entered the bathroom. "One more thing, if I may ask."

He looked at me and nodded for me to go on.

"He's Erik, isn't he?" I looked at him, smiling weakly. "The one from my past,"

He looked at me in surprise before putting a hand on my shoulder. "He is, and I'm glad you know,"

I sighed happily as I closed the door, smiling.

Erik…

I took a quick shower and quickly wiped myself dry. I grabbed a bathrobe and put it on before opening the door. Right when I walked out I bumped into someone.

"Sor-," I met vibrant blue eyes as I gasped. Erik looked at me and my attire in surprise.

"A-ah…" I quickly pulled the bathrobe closer to body and blushed.

"Excuse me," I whispered and ran towards my room, nearly getting lost along the way.

I slammed the door closed after making it safely inside. I breathed heavily as I leaned against the door. I quickly dressed in the new clothes I found stacked neatly on top of my bed. A white turtleneck, black slacks, and black heels . I brushed my hair with a brush and stepped out of the room and I let out a deep breath of air, trying to rid my mind of stress.

I went to the relaxation room and plopped myself down a black leather couch before noticing a few files on the table. I flipped through quite a few pages, skimming some information now and then till I saw a picture that made my breathing quicken. I growled at the man in the picture. Black hair slicked back with a striped suit. He was smiling menacingly at the photographer.

"We meet again, don't we doctor," I growled as I read through his information quickly. It stated he died a few years ago in some sort of accident. Knowing that I should have been relieved, but after all the things he's done to me, I felt like I should have been the cause of his demise. His partner while working in the concentration camps was Klaus Schmidt (whose current location is unknown.)

"I see you've found the C.I.A's files," a voice sounded behind me. "It's not much is it?" Erik glared at the papers in front of me. I nodded silently and closed the flimsy folder.

"Erik, do you know who I am?" I asked quietly as I stood up. I walked around the couch to stand in front of him.

"Adelaide, a mutant who copies other mutations, why?" he looked at me curiously.

I made swords from my hands and they surrounded me.

"I hope this will give you a hint," I said with a sad smile.

"Adelaide," Erik breathed in sharply.

AN: Sorry for taking forever to update.