Hey guys - sorry for the slow update, I actually wrote this a week or so ago and didn't update, because my email basically messed up and I didn't think I had any reviews - however, I now know that is not the case, and they're greatly appreciated! I don't know if it's possible to continue a prologue, but I am because this isn't detailed enough to be a chapter, but needs to be included so it makes sense. Trust me, it picks up properly in the first chapter. Anyway, I'll shut up now - hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think! ~ Calla
Everything moved pretty fast after that. Peter asked shortly, "How come you think we're mutants? You haven't seen anything since you've been here. Not anything people would believe if you told them." I simply looked at him and said, "I live across the road, I saw you coming down the street once – pretty quickly. I didn't want to believe it at first, so I just ignored it. But then I kept noticing the cops turning up and leaving without anyone in handcuffs, and considered if you're that fast, they're obviously not going to catch you. Besides, I could hardly be sceptical when I'm a freak myself – and this guy here-" I pointed at the bushy haired man, who glared at me "must have done something weird to surprise you." When I told them my name, and found out theirs (Charles was the hippie, apparently a Professor of some sort, although he was rather shabby-looking if you ask me; Logan was the one with the leather jacket (the only one out of three with any idea of style); and Hank was the skinny guy), I demonstrated a small amount of my mutation, and confessed my motive was simply to find out what the hell was going on, they seemed willing enough to trust me. No idea why. Turns out they were planning to break a terrorist (or very powerful mutant, whichever you prefer) out of the Pentagon, and needed Peter's help – super speed, apparently. Which he didn't hesitate to show off – zipping around the room much to Charles (or should I say Professor?) 's annoyance. Long story short, they decided I definitely was not allowed to accompany them to the Pentagon (which sucked, because obviously that would have been awesome), but I was allowed to stay in this massive building with gates and gardens, if I wanted to learn to improve and control my mutation. I accepted, so after the Pentagon breakout had been successful, the Professor and Logan came back to the so-called school, not that there were any other pupils, as far as I was aware – just Hank, who seemed a few years too old and much too sensible. I immediately noticed Peter's absence, of course. The novelty of his flitting around the place irritating the Professor would have certainly worn off after a while, but without anyone my own age around, I was definitely at a loss of what to do. I tried going to the library, but I picked up one book, saw a line of Maths equations and shoved it back into the bookcase in disgust; I wandered into the woods, which was peaceful but there was so much birdsong and nothing else that after a while I feared I would actually go mad; and I started to practice fighting skills with Logan as my instructor – but when I happened to turn way too early and kick him rather hard in an unfortunate place, I thought it might be best to steer clear of him for a day or two. So okay, I missed that certain distracting, tiresome dude, but I didn't exactly have any friends at home who could visit (I told them I was going to some boarding school and they gave me sympathetic looks, which meant I had to try not to laugh), and according to the Professor, the school wouldn't be properly open until 2 weeks time. At the time he told me this, I happened to be sliding down a banister and promptly fell off, pulling myself up and trying to look somewhat dignified as the Professor just glanced at me with amusement and probably a fair amount of despair.
When term started, however, I completely forgot what boredom was. We had classes every day, getting up early, going to bed late and eating meals all together in hall, or in the gardens, like a regular boarding school – but the classes were something else. We learnt about the purpose of the school, to teach other young mutants like myself (well, I was actually towards the top end of the school, maybe a year or two away from leaving) to use and develop their mutations in appositive way. We were also told Magneto, the man who had been broken out of the Pentagon, had gone rogue and turned against the Professor, wanting to show non-mutants just how powerful we were and presenting the wrong way to go about things, according to the teachers who were, obviously, strong mutants themselves. We also had individual classes once or twice a week on our own skills. Mine were mostly in the wide back gardens, which was how I happened to send a fireball flaming over my shoulder as someone behind me snapped, "Watch what you're doing, punk." I spun round to see Peter. "Just try not to go for my face next time." I smirked. "Can't promise anything." He sat down on the grass and I followed suit. He watched me for a second, then said, "You know, people should probably call you Blaze. After your hair and all, obviously. Not your potentially face-melting fire abilities and matching temperament." I punched him in the arm. As we got talking, and it turned out Peter had decided to come to the school after all, as according to him, he could either learn how to do cool stuff with his powers or spend however long stealing and then mocking the cops, which apparently lost its fun after a while.
"Hey, you two." Hank was at the door, gesturing for us to go in. "Everyone else is already having dinner, so unless you're either not hungry after a full day of training or want to starve out here, I would recommend you come and get some." My stomach growled in agreement as Peter and I headed inside, at the end of my first week at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.