Mutants of the mansion
Chapter 19
So, I am now completely into Attack on Titan and Mass effect. Even if the latter plays tennis with my feels. And in response to one of my reviewers: I agree. Jubilee really doesn't catch a break.
(Third)
"Are you sure that you checked everywhere?!"
"Storm, Why wouldn't I check 'erywhere?! Jubilee's missing, possibly abducted!" Yes, Kitty had done a fine job of convincing Gambit and Wolverine that she had witnessed her 'friend's' kidnapping. Fake tears helped immensely. At this point, she clung to Gambit's shirt as he hugged her. "What are ya talkin' about?! We searched for hours! I lost the scent!" The yelling didn't help with his phone on loudspeaker.
"You're supposed to be the best tracker in the world and you lost her scent?!"
"You're trying to blame me for this?!"
"Storm give me the- I don't care! Give me the phone!" A momentary fight for control ensued before Cyclops had the other phone. "Logan, tell me what you know."
"Kitty told us that when she walked t'ward the park, at least 5 guys were surroundin' her and taking 'er to a van. By the time she figured it out, they were gone." Gambit was too busy watching Wolverine to notice Kitty's evil smile. "We've been lookin' 'erywhere. There's no trace of her." A deep sigh came off the other end of the phone, accompanied by shouting in the background. By this time, the sky was beginning to darken, eliminating any traces of natural light and making way for the artificial ones that dotted the streets.
"We can organise another search party when we all get back to the school."
"Scott that will never-"
"Storm, quit shouting in my ear! I've already decided! We all meet back at the base!" With a deep sigh, Wolverine ended the call and turned to the two mutants sat on the bench.
"Looks like were headin' back."
(Jubilee)
Everything feels so fuzzy. My head hurts and my body feels completely useless. What in the hell happened? Lifting my hand and placing it on my head, I came into contact with my hair. It's short. With some effort, I sat up. Where in the hell am I? In an attempt to stand on my own feet, I ended up on my butt. Okay, I've obviously been out of it for a while. My legs are completely numb. Alright, Let's try and think. And I can't think of anything. My mind is blank. Well, this is a great start to waking up. A minute in and I can't remember anything. One of my legs feels weirder than the other. It's like something is missing. After a few minutes of sitting there and pinching my lower limbs to get the feeling back, I stood up and paced the room, just to be sure. This place is kind of like... a hospital, I guess. Even if the walls weren't white and minimal equipment hunt in the room. I stopped when a full-length mirror caught my eye.
"Well, at least I'm pretty." I smiled, standing in front of it and looking myself over. Ruffled black hair that was pretty short but not enough that it didn't stick out in all directions, my left eye was green and my right was blue. I think I'm Asian in descent. It would be brilliant if I remembered everything whilst I was mulling myself over. I'm actually kinda short, too. Pink shirt and blue jean shorts. If this is a hospital, there has to be a way to call somebody. First, I tried the door. Locked. Probably because they thought I might go crazy. I'm tempted to, just for fun. Scanning the room again, I came across a notepad. Opening it gave some light on my situation.
Name: unknown
Aprox age: 14-20
Ethnicity: Chinese
Examination: Rope burn over 60% of body. Previously broken leg in cast. Cast removed. Entry point of bullet: chin. Exit point: Top of head. Heterochromia and light scarring on face. Possible connection.
Possible amnesia or brain damage, no way to know until she wakes up. Also possible hindrance of leg.
After procedure: added scar on forehead. Should fade.
Well, It definitely explains why I can't remember anything. Am I too calm about this? Well, I have to be. If I freak out, nobody gets anywhere. Damnit, stop talking to yourself! Crap. I am crazy.
"Ah, it seems that the cameras did work." I turned and watched a tall, blonde man walk into the room. He wore a long lab coat, buttoned up, light blue jeans and black dress shoes. "You're the first person to not freak out as soon as they woke up." He is pretty tall. If I ran into him, my face would hit his chest. "My name is Raymond Lethice." He hand his hand out to me.
"I...don't know what my name is." I admitted when I shook his hand.
"I had a feeling that you wouldn't. Please, sit." Alright, the plan here is to stay calm. I hopped back up on the bed and watched him wheel a chair over. "First of all, you've been in a medically induced coma for a week."
"A lot could have happened in a week."
"Indeed. But it was necessary. Your body had to heal from the injuries that you had received. It was obvious that somebody attempted to take your life." Take my life? As in kill me? Oh, geez. What did I do? "The bullet entered through your chin and exited through the top of your head. Luckily, it missed. You have only lost you memory from the shock."
"I have a feeling that it wont be very shocking to know who shot me." That made him laugh.
"As you may have read, your leg was previously in a cast. If you don't mind, could you please stand up again?" With a shrug, I hopped down from the table. The examination took about 10 minutes. "Well, you seem perfectly fine." I sat on the bed again. "So, you remember nothing?"
"I don't even know my own name!" The doctor sighed deeply. "Maybe I should just leave. Save everybody the trouble."
"Really? And where would you go?"
"I don't know! But somebody has to know me!" The next thought I had felt familiar. "Besides, I'm nothing but a burden."
"What makes you say that?" I got down from the bed again and paced the room.
"I don't know! It just seems...right. Like it's a common thought." I stopped and put my face in my hands. "Burden, hinderance, useless, stupid-"
"Talking about yourself like that isn't very healthy. And I doubt that any of those words can be used to describe you." Standing in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Look, we can work through this. With therapy, you'll get your memory back."
"No huge laser?"
"Why? Scared?"
"No, it just sounds awesome."
Oh no! She did a cliché amnesia plot twist! Don't worry, I'm going to try and make it more lighthearted.