I still need OCs for villains. Review if you have an idea. I need name, power, mutant name, reason for being evil, age, background info. Please submit.
Me, a mutant. I really can't believe it. I stare out toward the professor and Storm. I am so confused.
"It's alright Drake," the professor said.
"Alright? How is it alright?" I ask in a mix of anger, rage, confusion, and frightened, "I'm a mutant!"
"Drake you have to calm down," the professor continues, "I believe your powers heighten your quick to anger attribute. Try calming down."
I do. I slow my breathing. I feel my anger subside. I am in control now. My powers are under my conscious control. I voluntarily activate the spot in my brain that I believe would change me back. I'm right. I watch as the scales and claws slowly disappear, being replaced by my normal clothes. "Whoa," I say.
"Very good Drake. You have made your first step in learning to control your powers."
"But I don't even know what powers I have, besides turning into that weird dragon thing."
"That's why you're here Drake. To learn about your powers, and how to use them for the good of mankind. Drake, I would like to personally invite you to stay here at my school for gifted youngsters. What do you say?"
"So, I get to choose?"
"Yes, it's completely up to you."
I really don't know. I don't know who he is at all, but he seems like an honest man. I don't really wanna go back to the shed, or the burned building. This is my best shot to learn about myself and my powers.
"I accept," I say.
"Good. Ororo, would you please take Drake to a spare room. Then we'll give him the tour," Xavier says.
"Of course. Follow me Drake," she says.
I follow her out of the medical room. She walks into an elevator, and I walk in after her. I stare at the buttons. We were at B5. That's incredible. We're five stories underground. The escalator moves up toward one. Then, the doors open to an expansive mansion. I walk forward and find myself in the front hall.
"Amazing isn't it?" Storm asks.
"Yeah it is…" I trail off. I'm absolutely breathless. This is where I get to live now. That Professor guy must be super rich.
"Let me show you to your room," She says.
She walks upstairs and down a long hallway. Halfway through, she stops. She pulls a key out of her pants pocket and opens the door. I walk inside. I have a bed, dresser, mirror, and not much else. So much for the idea of the professor being rich.
"Sorry about the room," Storm says, "Professor Xavier did not expect you. That's why we have to give you the spare room now. Once we get a new room ready, you can move in."
Ok, maybe he is rich. I still don't know.
"Now," she says, "time to some other people who are here."