So...I think I promised you guys that I would make my chapters longer...whoops. I decided I liked my short chapters, so...sorry for those of you that were looking forward to a longer one. If that many people are reading this, anyway. ;)

Thanks to my reviewers, and to anonymous reviewer Emma- Cyclops (I'm sorry to say) isn't my favorite character. I find him a bit annoying. I've always liked Wolverine better. But whatever-since I've started writing this, my respect for Scott has gone up quite a bit. :)

On with the very short chapter 2-

We rode in the helicopter to Xavier's mansion in Westchester, New York. Everything's a bit fuzzy…but I clearly remember the pushing and shoving and the yells of delight coming from all of us…maybe even me.

None of us knew exactly what was going on. But I think…to all of us…what it really meant…was freedom. We weren't on Stryker's island anymore…we weren't being held captive anymore. Some of the other kids had been in there for years, and I could only imagine the joy they felt as the helicopter touched down onto the grass.

After we had gotten off, for what seemed like forever, I stood there, not knowing where to go. It seemed as if the girl who I had been trusting to be my guide had deserted me. But then I felt a hand gently grab my arm.

It was Charles Xavier…the Professor. He helped me into the mansion, and I smelled fresh varnish on what I assumed were the wood cabinets in the hall. We walked into his office that was down the hall. After he had helped me sit down on the couch, I heard him sigh. I frowned, frustrated. I wished I could see where I was…I wished I could see everything.

"Are you blind, Scott?" he asked me. I continued to frown, not sure exactly what to say. Was I blind? Would I have to stay this way forever?

"Yes," I answered, twisting my fingers nervously. "And no."

"How?"

"I can't see with this visor," I said, pointing at the thing that was covering my eyes. "But if you take it off," I continued hurriedly, "Lasers shoot out."

And I can't control it, I thought to myself, ashamed. But, of course, I didn't remember that Xavier could read my thoughts anyway.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," he said gently. "Many mutants, much older than you, cannot control their power." He placed a hand on my hunched shoulder, and I reflexively straightened out. "You will learn, Scott. And I'm sure there is a way for you to see." Then I smiled, remembering my old sunglasses.

"Professor…before Stryker took me…I had these ruby glasses…they helped me see," I said hesitantly. "Do you-"

"I will get you new ones," he responded, and feeling the couch rise, I could only assume he was standing up.

"Uh…thanks," I said, standing up shakily. "Um…" But I hadn't even known what I was going to say.

"Yes?"

"What is this place?" I finally asked.

"You are at my school for the gifted," Xavier said simply. "For mutants. Your group will hopefully be my first class of many." And I smiled.

Here, I'll be treated just like everyone else.

I'm meant to be here.

This is my home.

Did you like Scott's first experience with Xavier and all that stuff? I have the next chapter ready to post, but I want to get a few reviews for this chapter first before I post it.

Anyway, up next- a new student comes to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. This certain student is very...talented, you might say.

Hoping for reviews! Thanks-

William D. J. Watson