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as daysoffuturenow wrote an amazing review I'm going to make the next chapter a whole memory sequence.
But for now I'm going to do what I normally do if I get so far into a story, review what character you would like to see more of or pm me what you would to see, I don't really have set story until I watch the first x men film, or the second one (im trying really hard to find it, it's taking forever!) so I'm open to suggestions at the moment.
That was exceptionally long...so I'm going to start the chapter now.
disclaimer:I only own OCs.
with that done, on with the chapter...
I'm coming home,
To breathe again, To start again,
I'm coming home,
From all the places, I have been,
With nothing, But a voice within,
That calls me…
Calls me home,
Shannon Labrie ~ Calls me home
When Professor X said I could leave, I took one last look at John, but he refused to acknowledge me, bowing his head as he stood in front of Professor X's desk. I apologised to Professor X one last time before exiting out the door, hoping Logan wasn't waiting outside to perform his own punishments. Luckily he wasn't, so I sprinted down the corridor with a solemn look on my face.
It could have been worse...
I thought as I steadily made my way towards the library, having to spend two hours after lessons to help Elijah, this being for a month because I skived combat. Logan made the point to make it severe for both me and John, luckily Professor X didn't agree and let us of lighter. John would have to be escorted to lessons everyday and spend his after lessons time with Professor X to discuss things he wasn't allowed to repeat to anyone else.
I did dread what he would have to do, but if it was Professor X then it wouldn't be anything too severe.
As soon as I walked through the door I searched for Elijah, mainly looking to the tops of the bookshelves. The whole place was exceedingly dark, only the lamps on the tables and a few lamps on the walls made little pockets of orange light, though many of the books were hidden by darkness.
"Elijah." I called, not too loudly as voices carried around the library very easily. I took tentative steps forward, my bag hanging off one shoulder so I had to hold it tightly. I began to wonder whether he was still there, possibly closing it early for a reason unknown.
Just as I was about to leave, he appeared a couple of metres away before striding up to me. He smiled, but there was an obvious confusion as to why I was there so late. I took in more of his appearance, mainly his hair as his fringe was parted to both sides of his forehead, even though I had thought it was a dark brown, it looked more like a light black but it could have been the poor lighting.
"What brings you here?" He asked, though there was an obvious happiness in his tone.
"I got busted for skipping class, so I've got to help you for a month." I explained simply, his face shifting into disapproval.
"And I thought you were better than that." He tsked, me raising an eyebrow, daring him to say more on the subject. He thought better of it and gave me a quick tour and what I would be helping him with, mostly it was just placing books in the right section or recording new ones on the main computer, while more tedious jobs such as checking who had taken a book out and hadn't handed it in were mentioned.
It seemed easy, but something I would find boring very quickly.
I placed my bag behind the reception desk and began lumbering a cart around with heavy books piled on top, checking the spine to see where it belonged. Elijah spent most of the time at the desk, eyes pointing downwards at whatever he was reading, letting me just roll along.
When ever I passed the desk I would make light conversation, the silence unnerving as it dragged on.
"Doesn't it get boring, doing this everyday?" I asked sincerely, placing more books on the cart that had sat atop the desk, hiding Elijah from view until I moved them. He looked up at my voice, and then pondered on the question, nodding his head slightly.
"Occasionally, but someone has to do it." He replied, not at all fazed or indeed offended by the question.
"Shouldn't you, I don't know, be in our classes seeing as you look just a bit older than me?" I asked, the question in my head since I walked towards the library, honestly wondering why he wasn't a student like the rest of us.
"Ah" he said, not entirely sure how he was going to explain it to me, his eyebrows creasing as he tried to think of the best way. "Well, I may look a little older than you, but actually I'm about the same age as Professor X." He waited for my response, but all I could do was stand there dumbstruck, abruptly stopping with books still in my hands.
"What! Don't you age?" I was immediately intrigued, never knowing anybody with that mutation before, but it could just be they didn't know themselves.
"I age like everyone else, just extremely slowly. It's not as glamorous as it sounds, especially when everyone you knew is growing older while you stay young, I'll likely even out live you." He said, embarrassed by the idea of ageing too slowly. To me it was amazing, being able to watch as the world changed over time, maybe he would see a time when mutants were accepted as part of humanity, but that seemed a far away notion.
"You take ageing is like a fine wine to a whole new level." I quipped, Elijah chuckling at the idea. I carried on with putting the books away after his gaze averted back to his books, signalling the conversation was over.
The longer I put the books away, the easier it got as I began getting used to their mass. It wasn't as boring as I was expecting, and I noted down which books would be helpful with further revision for tests or homework.
Eventually I sorted out most of the books, yawning, I checked the plastic watch clasped around my wrist and realised I'd done my time, the saying reminding me of prison talk. It wasn't a terrible punishment, but I assumed it would get tiresome after the initial newness wore off.
After yawning for the second time, I walked towards the reception desk, but this time Elijah wasn't there. I leaned over and managed to grip my bag with my fingers and hauled it over my shoulder.
"Elijah, I'm gonna go now, see you tomorrow." I half shouted, hearing my voice being carried into every crevice.
"See you tomorrow Samantha." I looked up to find him on a ladder, reading the spine of a book. I glowered at my full name but was too exhausted to argue so I headed out the exit towards my dorm, feeling calm.
It was weird travelling the dark corridors so late, the whole place disturbingly silent. I made the point to sprint straight to my dorm, hoping Johanna was already asleep so I could just jump into bed early.
Luckily I was right, she was fast asleep with saliva sophistically dripping onto her pillow. I smiled, never seeing her so peaceful before, normally she snored louder than any stereotypical elder. I dropped my bag in the centre of my bedroom and instantly lumbered a plain baggy shirt and shorts on before falling straight onto the pillow, not even bothering to pull the duvet over my head.
I lay there for awhile as my mind processed all the events that had happened, and wondered why I kept blaming John. Maybe he had put the idea in my head, maybe he he had dragged me down the corridor, but I didn't object as much I could have done. Honestly, I didn't even put up a fight.
As I thought more on the conversation, the image twisted into two young children, the elder dragging a petrified by towards a monstrous lake. I cursed myself after I pushed the image away. It hadn't originally clouded my head, the idea that the conversation had played out something similar from my past. Every ounce of me told me to let it go, I wasn't in anyway like Isaac being forced into things I didn't want to do, and John wasn't me for persistently trying to break the rules.
It's not the same, I'm just paranoid over nothing. I need to stop thinking about the past, I need to move on or it'll kill me like it did Isaac...
I felt a jolt of emotion at my own thoughts, because they were true. The past was holding me back, forcing its poisonous sting into my mind to make anything I did replay those moments. If it wasn't Isaac, it was Dad and the cure, or it was Mom when she was sobbing or when she...
I had to stop.
I thought I was getting better, I thought I was getting braver...I was just finding it easier to hide it.
That's it...
I rolled onto my side and squeezed by eyes shut. I fell into a deep sleep seconds later, the cold air not even irritating me, and for the first night in months...no nightmares haunted me.
Elijah didn't have to wait long before he was invited into Charles's office. He stepped inside the ajar door, finding that it had opened on its own accord as Charles sat in his wheelchair behind an oak desk.
The sorrowful sight of his elderly friend was one that made ordinary people think he was weak and feeble. Elijah knew better. Charles (like always) proved them wrong. He may not be the outgoing spirit of his youth, but he was a wise and caring man.
"Evening Elijah." He said with a smile, eyes glinting with life. Elijah teleported himself beside Charles, grappling his hand in a friendly handshake.
"Charles, good to see you." Elijah greeted, releasing his hand to take a chair opposite Charles. He sat in it regally, straightening his back as stiff as he could muster, brought up with the upmost manners.
"My apologies for calling you at such a late hour, but I thought it best to enlighten you now." Charles spoke with a sorry sigh, revealing that he was likely the more tired out of the two. Elijah listened intently, he wasn't at all angry at the late summon, he always knew it was important if Charles called him so suddenly.
"I placed Miss King in your care because I believe the solitary might help her. She suffers from nightmares that are based around a personnel subject, to which I won't say without her permission, but the event meant she was left alone, not truly understanding her mutation. I've tried my best to help her, and Mr Allyderce, Mr Drake and Miss Pearce have been of great service to help her find a place in this school. Unfortunately, there is a large area that she is denying anyone any knowledge of, you know me Elijah, I don't wish to use telepathy on a student who does not want it." He finished, quite exhausted at speaking for so long.
Elijah knew what Charles was saying, he believed that he could get trust from her and figure what she wasn't revealing. The way he spoke, reminded Elijah of himself in his youth, left alone to figure out what made him different...only the reason he was alone was from a more barbaric reason.
Elijah sighed, rubbing his thumb and forefinger against his nose, willing the headache that had protruded a while back to stop torturing him, but it never went away, it continued to make him suffer. He wasn't a superstitious man, but part of him believed he was being punished for abandoning his family, for not using his mutation to save others from their blood bathed fate.
But another more logical part of him, reminded him that he was just a boy, he couldn't have fought against so many armed men, even with his abilities. The only man that could was no longer part of the friendship that had formed during the 60's, along with another more fragile mutant.
Elijah shoved the thought of his old friend away, fearing that Charles would read his thoughts, the fear wasn't real, Charles was not the one to pry unless necessary.
"Of course I'll help the girl, but I do not want her despising me because she feels I am simply using her to uncover the secrets. I know you're only trying to look out for your students, but not everyone sees things the way you do." Elijah warned, the truth being that not even himself could understand Charles's train of thought after some time, it was too confusing. Charles smiled, knowing what he was saying was true.
"I believe no-one sees the things the way I do, I don't claim to be superior in anyway, but I don't overlook people who others would deem useless or a waste of time. Take Mr Allerdyce for example." Charles stated, raising a hand to empathise his point.
Elijah internally tsked, he couldn't understand what Charles saw in the boy, he caused trouble, and was more importantly dangerous. However, Elijah listened to his friend's reasoning.
"Every teacher and student in this school at some point has said something negative against the boy, even if they don't wish to, but they see he does not want to learn. I think he does, but he wants to learn more about what he can do than others before him, which is understandable. He's a boy that needs a mentor, not everyone telling him he is going nowhere and will achieve nothing, he doesn't need people doubting what he can do. Which is why he is still at this school, because if he was what they say, then he would not be helping Miss King." He finished, talking exactly like a leader giving a speech, full of emotion in every word, caring about every student in the school.
That was why Elijah respected him, because he saw the good in everyone, even the ones that never showed any compassion...he never gave up on anybody.
"Very well Charles, I may not always agree with you, but I can't argue with you." Elijah stated, chuckling with Charles as they were back in their youth, arguing who was better equipped to train the new mutants. Of course, there was someone missing.
"I always wondered why you never went with Erik..." Charles suddenly revealed, though Elijah could tell they were both (for once) thinking the same thing. In truth, Elijah didn't know himself, after the events on that dreadful beach, what choices were made, he questioned why he didn't go with the man he had known longer, who shared partially the same experience as he.
"I guess...on the beach he reminded me of the fuhrer." He spat the last word out with obvious loathing, but he was never good at hiding his anger when it came to such things, and Charles knew better then to say anything.
"He thought we were better, that humanity deserved to die...he was wrong. Humanity was fearful of what we could do and I don't blame them for how they treated us, after all, jealously and hate normally fall into each other. I chose you Charles, because I didn't want to be separated from humanity, I wanted to be part of it just as much as you. I know that time will change how humanity perceives us, but we have to make the effort if we want peace, and I want peace." Elijah finished, making him the opposite of Erik at that moment.
Erik didn't want peace, he wanted revenge which always ended with blood. Elijah just wanted an end to the suffering, to end war completely without more bloodshed. Charles nodded his head lamely, he couldn't help but think of their friend, wondering where he was now.
"You may go Elijah, I've kept you enough." Charles wavered a hand, signalling that Elijah could go. He smiled at Charles, standing up to give his friend a goodbye handshake before he left.
"You're still the same Charles, too stubborn for your own good old man." Elijah joked, Charles not really taking offence at the old but he wasn't going to miss pointing it out on Elijah.
"Dear Elijah, you may look young, but you're a grumpy old sod." Charles countered, never letting such language slip his mouth before, brought up to be proper by his mother. Elijah simply laughed off the remark, not going to have an hour long debate with Charles on age, and simply nodded his head in a goodbye as he disappeared in a poof of grey smoke.
"You're just as terrible as the students for laziness..." Charles remarked at Elijah's disappearing act, believing he should use the door like everyone else. But Elijah was Elijah, and not even Charles Xavier could tell him what to do.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know its short but I've been I'll again (so fed up now) and I just haven't had the energy to write so I left it for a couple of days.
i really wanted to add a separate oc, like an opposite to Erik because I loved him in x men first class and unlike most villain characters I don't really see why they went bad (only loki, pyro and I few others I can't think of) but with Erik it's the typical but emotional thing of he thinks he's doing the right thing, and in a way many people would agree with him on, but he goes about it the wrong way.
I've heard Charles and Erik being called Martin Luther Kind Jnr and Malcolm X, and I agree on that description. Anywa, that's all I can say for now, please review!
~GothGirlStrikesAgain