Chapter II: Unveiled Shadows
Arc 1: The Rise
Xavier Institute - Salem Center, NY
Jalen's eyes flew open, his body jerking upright in the bed. A jolt of shock coursed through him as his mind raced to make sense of the recent events. The memory of his power outburst at the school flashed vividly, leaving him bewildered and disoriented.
His breath came in rapid gasps as he scanned the room, the familiar walls of the Xavier Institute surrounding him. Confusion washed over him, blending with the remnants of fear and embarrassment from his uncontrollable display of power.
Sweat trickled down Jalen's forehead as he tried to steady his racing heart. The silence of the room only amplified the turmoil within him. He felt the weight of his actions press upon him, questioning his place in this sanctuary for mutants.
As he swung his legs out of bed, Jalen's hands trembled, his mind replaying the scenes of chaos. Doubt gnawed at him, wondering if he could ever find acceptance among his peers after such a display. He found himself cowering in a corner rocking himself as the memories circulated through his mind.
Knocking gently on the door, Professor Xavier's soothing voice resonates through the room. "Jalen, I understand that you're feeling overwhelmed and confused right now. But remember, the Xavier Institute is a haven for mutants like you. We all experience moments of turmoil and struggle with our powers. What matters is how we grow from them."
"I don't know Professor, I don't know what happened out there. I've felt little flickers of energy, little small bouts of energy but nothing ever as strong as that. I hurt him, Professor. I hurt Marsellis."
Jalen's thoughts raced, consumed by self-doubt and fear. "How could I have lost control like that? What if they think I'm dangerous? Will they accept me after what I've done?" His hands trembled as he grappled with the weight of his actions.
Continuing, Professor Xavier's voice carried a comforting tone. "You're not alone in this journey, Jalen. We're here to guide you, to help you understand and control your abilities. Your power outburst was a part of your growth, a testament to the immense potential within you. Take a deep breath and believe in your capacity to learn and adapt."
Jalen's doubts clashed with the professor's words of encouragement. "Can I really learn to control this? What if it happens again, and someone gets hurt? I don't want to be a danger to others." Anxiety tightened its grip on him, threatening to suffocate his hopes.
But Professor Xavier's voice persisted, reassuring and unwavering. "Remember, mistakes are opportunities for growth. Embrace your experiences, and let them shape you into the person you're meant to be. You have a place here, among fellow mutants who understand and support you. We believe in your potential, Jalen."
Tears welled up in Jalen's eyes as he battled conflicting emotions. "I want to believe that, but I'm scared. Scared of hurting others, scared of being rejected. Can I really find acceptance here?"
"You are not defined by one outburst," the professor's voice echoed through Jalen's thoughts. "Your worth lies in your resilience, determination, and the kindness you show others. Take your time to process, and when you're ready, we'll be here to help you harness your powers and find your purpose. Trust in yourself, Jalen. You have the strength to overcome this setback and become a beacon of hope for others."
Jalen's wavering resolve found a glimmer of hope in the professor's words. He wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and mustered the courage to step forward. "I'll try, Professor Xavier. I don't know if I can do it, but I want to learn. I want to be better."
The Professor extended a hand. A hand in which Jalen took as he rose up to his feet.
(!)
A little bit of time had passed and Jalen found himself in a sophisticated laboratory within the depths of the Xavier Institute. Surrounded by advanced equipment and monitors, he sat in a comfortable chair, his body connected to various sensors and machines. Nervous anticipation coursed through his veins as he awaited the results that would unravel the mysteries of his powers.
A woman standing roughly 5'6 in stature with a slender, athletic build. Her facial features are soft and delicate, giving her an air of grace and beauty. Her hair, long and a vibrant shade of red that cascades down to her middle back with a slight waviness to it. Her eyes a piercing shade of green. She had on a simple pair of black wedges with a black skirt, white button-up and white lab coat. Looking at her, she didn't look all that old, she couldn't be that old possibly in her mid to late 20s.
Dr. Jean Grey observed Jalen's mixture of awe and nervousness, recognizing the need to put him at ease. She approached him with a warm smile, her voice gentle yet confident.
"Jalen, I'm Dr. Jean Grey. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, extending her hand in a friendly gesture. "I know this can be a bit overwhelming, but I want you to know that you're in good hands here at the Xavier Institute. We're a family, and we're here to support you every step of the way."
Jalen shook her hand, feeling a glimmer of comfort in her words. "Thank you, Dr. Grey. It's just... I've never been in a situation like this before, and my powers... they have a way of making me feel uncertain."
Jean nodded empathetically, her eyes reflecting understanding. "I can imagine it's quite the journey, discovering and learning to control your powers. But trust me, Jalen, you're not alone. Many of us have gone through similar experiences. The Xavier Institute is a place where mutants come together to understand and embrace their abilities."
"All these students that you see in the hallways? They've all faced their own challenges and doubts. But we've learned that it's through the support of our fellow mutants that we find strength and acceptance."
Jalen's tense shoulders relaxed slightly as he absorbed Jean's words. It was comforting to know that he wasn't the only one struggling with his powers. "I guess... I just worry about hurting others or not being able to control it."
Jean's reassuring smile never wavered. "It's natural to feel that way, Jalen. But remember, fear can be a powerful teacher. We'll guide you through the process, helping you understand your powers and teaching you techniques to control them. It may take time, but you'll gain the confidence you seek."
She placed a supportive hand on Jalen's shoulder. "The Xavier Institute is a place of growth, not just in harnessing your powers, but also in finding your place in the world as a mutant. We believe in your potential, and we're here to help you every step of the way. Together, we'll navigate this journey, and you'll discover your true strength."
Jalen's tense expression softened, a flicker of hope lighting up his eyes. "Thank you, Dr. Grey."
"Please call me Jean," she said, offering him a friendly smile as he nodded. She walked away to the computer monitors as Jalen took a deep breath. Professor Xavier rolled in and sat beside Jean.
Jalen's heart pounding in his chest. His palms were clammy, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Anxiety gnawed at him as he stared at the empty space before him, knowing that within moments, his powers would manifest.
As the anticipation grew, a subtle tremor coursed through Jalen's body. He could feel the energy within him beginning to stir, a restless force seeking release. The air crackled with a building charge, and he clenched his fists, trying to steady his nerves.
Professor Xavier, aware of Jalen's apprehension, stood nearby, his presence, calm and reassuring. "Just breathe, Jalen," Professor X communicated with the young man mentally. "Remember, this is a safe space. Whatever happens, we are here to support you."
Jalen nodded, trying to steady his breathing. But despite his efforts, his anxiety intensified, causing his energy to surge erratically. A faint glow emanated from his fingertips, growing brighter with each passing second.
Fear and doubt crept into Jalen's mind. What if he couldn't control it? What if he caused unintended harm? His hands trembled as the energy danced along his skin, defying his attempts to rein it in.
Professor Xavier rolled closer, his message gentle yet firm, "Focus, Jalen. Visualize the energy flowing through you. Feel its power, but remember, you are the one in control. Take a deep breath and find your center."
Jalen closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as instructed. He pictured a calm, serene place in his mind—a place where his powers were not a source of fear but a gift waiting to be harnessed. With each exhale, he let go of his doubts, allowing his mind to clear.
As Jalen centered himself, his shaky hands gradually steadied. He felt a newfound sense of control, a connection to the energy surging within him. The glow from his fingertips stabilized, casting a warm, vibrant light into the room.
Jean's encouraging smile mirrored the flickering energy. "Well done, Jalen. You're doing great. Embracing your powers takes time, but remember, you possess the strength to shape them according to your will."
Feeling a surge of determination, Jalen opened his eyes, his gaze steady and focused. He channeled the energy, directing it away from his body, creating intricate patterns in the air. The room filled with mesmerizing arcs of fiery red light dancing with grace and precision.
The initial nervousness transformed into a sense of exhilaration as Jalen witnessed the beauty and potential of his powers. The anxiety that had once gripped him now gave way to a newfound confidence, a belief that he could tame the energy that surged within him.
Jean's voice carried a prideful note as she observed Jalen's progress. "You're doing amazing, Jalen. Trust in your abilities, and with time, you'll hone your control even further."
Jalen's smile was a mixture of relief and triumph. As Jalen marveled at his newfound control over his powers, the sound of wheels rolling across the lab floor caught his attention. He looked up to see Professor X, his wheelchair gliding smoothly as he approached the computer monitors, his eyes filled with curiosity and determination.
"Jean?" His voice carried a sense of authority and wisdom. "What do we have here? I sense a remarkable surge of energy in the room."
Dr. Jean Grey turned to the professor, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. "Professor, you need to see these test results."
Intrigued, Professor Xavier focused his attention on Jalen, his penetrating gaze seeming to delve into every aspect of his being. Jalen couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation under the professor's scrutiny.
Jean stepped forward, a tablet in her hands displaying various data points and energy readings. "Jalen's abilities are quite unique, Professor. We've been analyzing the energy he generates, and it's unlike anything we've encountered before. It's potent, raw, and remarkably pure."
Professor Xavier's eyes sparkled with a blend of awe and intrigue. "Fascinating, Jean. Tell me more about the nature of this energy."
Jean adjusted the tablet, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "It appears to be an amalgamation of elemental forces—fire, electricity, and a yet-to-be-identified energy source. It pulses within him, seeking expression and release. The potential for power is immense."
The professor nodded, his fingertips gently tapping against the armrest of his wheelchair. "Interesting."
Jean cast a proud glance at Jalen, who stood there, a mix of uncertainty and determination evident on his face. "So far, Jalen has shown great aptitude in channeling and shaping the energy. With training and guidance, he has the potential to become an extraordinary force."
Professor Xavier's gaze shifted back to Jalen, a sense of gravitas settling upon him. "Jalen, my young friend, you possess a truly remarkable gift. The power within you is not to be taken lightly. It is a responsibility—one that we, at the Xavier Institute, will help you navigate."
Jalen's eyes widened, a mixture of awe and trepidation washing over him. "Professor Xavier, what does this mean? What am I capable of?"
The professor's voice carried an air of respect and caution. "Jalen, you have the potential to wield immense power—a force that can shape the world around you. But understand that power without control can be dangerous. Our task is to guide you, to teach you how to harness this energy and use it for the greater good."
Jalen swallowed hard, his mind reeling at the weight of the professor's words. "I... I want to learn, to use my powers responsibly. I don't want to hurt anyone."
Professor Xavier's expression softened, radiating reassurance. "That is why we are here, Jalen. The Xavier Institute is a place of learning, growth, and understanding. Together, we will help you master your abilities, shaping you into a force for good, a beacon of hope."
Jalen nodded, a renewed determination burning within him. The realization of his potential, though daunting, was now accompanied by a sense of purpose. With Professor Xavier's guidance and Jean's steadfast support, he knew that he could navigate this extraordinary path and make a difference in the world.
As the professor and Jean continued to discuss the implications of Jalen's powers, Jalen's focus shifted from uncertainty to a newfound excitement. The lab, once a place of nervous anticipation, now became the birthplace of his journey—a journey of self-discovery, growth, and the realization of the immense power that lay within him.
(!)
Professor Xavier wheeled himself through the bustling corridors of the Xavier Institute, his presence commanding respect and admiration. Jalen walked beside him, clad in a simple pair of black skinny jeans, a white v-neck with an oversized red sweater and his "Bred" Jordans 1s. Jalen's eyes scanned, his eyes wide with curiosity as he took in the sights and sounds of the school for mutants.
"Jalen, allow me to introduce your tour guide and fellow student here at the Xavier Institute," Professor Xavier said, gesturing toward a young woman who approached them with a warm smile. "This is Kitty Pryde, a remarkable mutant with the ability to phase through solid objects."
Jalen's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, standing tall at 5'6 with a petite and slender build. Her radiant, expressive chocolate brown orbs, large and doe-like, shining with curiosity and intelligence. Her eyes often reflect her playful and mischievous nature, as well as her strong sense of empathy and compassion. Kitty's dark brown hair, shoulder length tied up in a ponytail.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of interest and attraction. He extended his hand, trying to maintain his composure. "Hi, Kitty. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Jalen."
Kitty's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She shook his hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through Jalen. "Hey, Jalen. Nice to meet you too. Ready for the grand tour?"
Jalen flashed a charming grin, his heart racing a little faster. "Absolutely, Kitty. But I have to say, with you as my guide, it's going to be hard to focus on anything."
Kitty's cheeks flushed slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, I'll do my best to keep you entertained, Jalen. Just remember, there's more to the Xavier Institute than just me."
Professor Xavier chuckled softly, clearly amused by the flirtatious banter between the two. "Indeed, Jalen. While Kitty is an exceptional student, we have a lot to explore and learn here. Let's make the most of our time."
As Kitty led Jalen through the corridors, introducing him to various areas of the institute, their playful banter continued. Jalen found himself captivated by Kitty's quick wit, intelligence, and the innocence-like beauty that she possessed. From what Jalen observed in the institute, the school was a huge 3-story building capable of housing several mutant students with classrooms and bedrooms.
"So, Kitty, what's your favorite part about being a student here? Other than getting to flirt with charming newcomers like myself, of course," Jalen teased, unable to resist a playful remark.
Kitty laughed, a melodic sound that resonated with Jalen. "Well, Jalen, the Xavier Institute is like a second home to me. I love the sense of community and the opportunity to learn and grow alongside other mutants. And yes, the occasional charming newcomer doesn't hurt either."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly as Kitty showcased various areas of the institute, sharing stories of her experiences and introducing Jalen to other students along the way. Jalen found himself drawn not only to Kitty's vibrant personality but also to her dedication to helping others and her unwavering strength.
As they continued their tour, Professor Xavier observed the growing connection between Jalen and Kitty, a smile playing on his lips. He recognized the potential for a deep bond to form, one that could enhance their experiences at the Xavier Institute and beyond.
With every step, Jalen's initial flirtation evolved into a genuine admiration for Kitty as a fellow student. She was cute sure but in an innocent girl-next-door type vibe which really wasn't his speed. He needed someone a little more his speed.
As their path continued in the school there were a group of people, looking closely related to their age.
"I'm gonna leave you two, Kitty if you could please continue showing him around and introduce him to some of the other kids will you," the Professor said to Kitty, he turned his head to Jalen, "And Jalen, when you're finished meet me in my office, we have to discuss your class schedule."
The Professor rolled away leaving the pair face-to-face with a group of mutants.
Jalen's eyes set upon the 3 individuals who came into view. First one, he set his eyes upon was a rather short woman of asian descent, he guessed, standing at 5'5. She had a youthful and petite stature. She had short spiky jet black hair. Her eyes small yet expressive and large in terms of energy, filled with youthful exuberance and determination with a small hint of mischief. Her fair skin tone, accentuating her vibrant appearance clashing with the colorful outfit she wore. A short pair of jean shorts, a pink t-shirt and pink and white shoes.
The next individual was a male with a lean and athletic build standing at 5'8. His hair, dark brown styled in a tousled manner adding to his youthful and carefree appearance. His eyes a bright blue with a shimmering hint of icy brilliance. His eyes reflecting his cool, calm and collected demeanor. His skin tone fair with a slightly cool undertone, hinting at his icy abilities. His outfit a simple pair of blue jeans with a white t-shirt and oversized gray Xavier Institute sweatshirt with a pair of black sneakers.
The woman who seemingly caught his attention the most stood just as tall as the male but she possessed a statuesque and athletic build. Her hair, striking and vibrant with flowing locks of auburn with a few streaks of white showcasing her rebellious and youthful energy. Her eyes a piercing shade of green exuding intensity and determination. Her skin, a pale complexion almost like a porcelain-doll. Her outfit was a simple pair of black skinny jeans with a pair of black combat style boots, a black tank-top with an olive green bomber jacket over her outfit.
"Hey guys, I want to introduce you to someone," Kitty exclaimed, gesturing them towards Jalen. "This is Jalen, a new student here at the school."
"Jalen, this is Bobby, Jubilee and Rogue."
Jalen's eyes widened as he took in the presence of the mutants before him. He couldn't help but be drawn to Rogue's captivating aura. Summoning his confidence, he flashed her a charming smile. "Well, hello there, Rogue. You're looking absolutely stunning today."
Rogue's expression shifted from surprise to amusement. She leaned against the nearby wall, her arms still crossed. "Why, thank you, sugar. I must admit, your charm is quite irresistible. But you'll have to do better than that to impress me."
Bobby, standing beside Rogue, arched an eyebrow, clearly unamused. "Rogue, seriously? You're flirting with him?"
Rogue turned toward Bobby, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, lighten up, Bobby. Can't I have a little fun? Besides, Jalen seems like he can handle himself."
Jubilee chimed in, her voice filled with laughter. "Oh boy, we've got ourselves a love triangle in the making! Jalen, you sure know how to stir things up."
Jalen, caught off guard by the flirtatious exchange, glanced at Bobby, realizing the tension in the air. He quickly composed himself, attempting to defuse the situation. "Hey, Bobby, I didn't mean any harm. I apologize if I overstepped. I respect your relationship with Rogue."
Bobby's stern expression softened a bit, his protective stance relaxing. "Alright, Jalen. Just remember, Rogue and I are together. Flirting is one thing, but let's keep it respectful, okay?"
Jalen nodded, his sincerity evident. "Absolutely, Bobby. I apologize, it won't happen again. I'll keep off your turf from now on."
Rogue, still leaning against the wall, smirked and walked closer to Jalen. "No worries, Bobby. Jalen and I were just having a little harmless fun. But I appreciate your concern."
Bobby's annoyance faded, replaced by a hint of amusement. "Alright, Rogue, as long as we're on the same page. Just don't forget who you're with."
Rogue winked at Bobby, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, don't worry, lover boy. I know exactly who I'm with."
The group shared a moment of laughter, the tension dissolving into a lighthearted camaraderie. Jalen realized that the dynamic between Rogue and Bobby was more playful than he initially thought. It was a reminder that relationships within the Xavier Institute were complex and multifaceted. A reminder that at the end of the day they were still kids trying to figure out there relationships.
Kitty, ever the peacemaker, joined in the laughter. "Alright, let's get back to the tour, shall we? We've got more to explore, and maybe fewer distractions this time."
The group continued their tour, Jalen feeling a renewed sense of camaraderie and understanding among the mutants. All these new friendships building made him think about his old friendship with his best friend, Marsellis.
(!)
Jalen took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief as he retreated back to his room in the Institute. It had been a long day of walking and talking. He had met a lot of students, some he knew would be good friends as time went on and some not as much. He didn't really get to meet a lot of instructors as a lot of the instructors were members of a mutant team with a purpose responding to threats of mutant origin or other threats. They were a group of heroes. Protectors. United to fight for the same people who hated them. It was somewhat ironic in a way.
Professor X said that starting next week Jalen would start his classes at the institute. They would spend the rest of this current week focusing on control of his abilities but Jalen's mind couldn't focus on that everytime he tried thinking about his powers, his best friend, Marsellis came to mind.
Jalen sat on the edge of his bed, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions and conflicting thoughts. The soft glow of his bedside lamp cast a dim light on the room, creating an intimate and contemplative atmosphere. He gazed out of his bedroom window, the moonlight filtering through the curtains, as if urging him to embark on a daring adventure.
His heart weighed heavy with guilt and regret. Jalen had always struggled with controlling his extraordinary powers, a gift that had now turned into a curse. Marsellis, his closest friend, had become an unfortunate casualty of his uncontrollable outburst. It was an accident, but the consequences were real. Jalen's powers had inadvertently sent Marsellis to the hospital, and now he was left grappling with the repercussions.
As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, memories of their shared laughter and camaraderie flooded his mind. Marsellis had always been there for him, a beacon of support and understanding. Now, the void left by his absence gnawed at Jalen's soul. He longed to see his friend, to apologize and make things right.
The idea of sneaking out crept into Jalen's mind like a whisper, tempting him with the promise of redemption. He knew it was risky, but the urgency to mend their friendship overshadowed any doubts. He yearned to be by Marsellis' side, to offer solace and show him that he truly cared.
Jalen's room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on him. He needed the cool night air to clear his head, to find the courage to face both his fears and his friend. With a determined sigh, he rose from his bed, his footsteps soft against the carpeted floor. He reached for a dark hoodie, slipping it over his head, concealing his identity in the shadows of the night.
As Jalen stood by the door, his hand trembling on the doorknob, a mix of apprehension and determination coursed through his veins. He knew the risks involved, the potential consequences that awaited him if he were caught. But he couldn't bear the weight of guilt any longer. Marsellis deserved his friendship, his support, and Jalen knew he had to make things right.
With a final breath, Jalen opened the door, stepping out into the night. The world around him seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging the gravity of his decision. Each step he took was purposeful, his mind focused on the path ahead.
(!)
Queens, NY
Jalen had navigated his way to the hospital in a long journey that left his heart pounding with each and every beat, a mixture of both anticipation and anxiety. The journey had felt both endless and fleeting, having to walk to a bus station and take a bus from that stop all the way to Queens. A trip from Salem to Queens was not as quick as Jalen thought it was and there was no doubt that his cover was probably blown at the Institute and that he would be in the hot seat with Professor X but he didn't really care.
After what felt like forever Jalen finally arrived at the hospital, the imposing building standing as a symbol of hope and healing. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. He marched on inside to the receptionist desk.
"Excuse me ma'am," Jalen said, getting the attention of the receptionist at the front desk, "I'm looking for Marsellis Hartwood."
The receptionist said nothing but started to type away on the computer. With each clack of her keyboard keys Jalen's heart throbbed.
"Yes, he's in room 413 on the 4th Flour. Elevator's to your left," she told the young boy as she never looked up from the computer screen.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. He marched on over to the elevator pressing on the button, requesting its presence to take him where he needed to go. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, an elevator came down to his level and opened in front of him. He took a deep breath and stepped forward into the elevator.
As the elevator doors slid shut, Jalen found himself alone, enveloped in a confined space that seemed to amplify the weight of his emotions. The sterile walls of the elevator bore witness to his internal struggle, mirroring the turmoil that churned within his heart.
Jalen's eyes, usually bright with a spark of life, now reflected a melancholy haze. His gaze was distant, lost in a sea of thoughts, as if searching for answers that eluded him. The flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie pallor upon his face, emphasizing the weariness etched into his features.
His once-confident posture had faltered, shoulders slumping with the weight of guilt and sorrow. He clasped his hands together, fingers intertwining in a desperate attempt to find solace. The rhythmic tapping of his foot against the elevator floor betrayed his unease, a physical manifestation of his inner restlessness.
Jalen's attire, typically vibrant and expressive, now seemed subdued, as if the vibrant hues had faded into muted tones. His clothes, rumpled and slightly disheveled, mirrored the chaos that had unfolded in his life. The fabric clung to his form, a tangible reminder of the vulnerability that the accident had exposed.
An air of uncertainty surrounded Jalen, his every movement tinged with hesitation. As the elevator ascended, his eyes occasionally glanced at the floor indicator, his breath caught in his throat with each passing number. The rhythmic chime of the elevator, seemingly a mundane detail, echoed within him like a somber melody, a reminder of the weight of the impending encounter.
Every now and then, Jalen's fingers would trail along the smooth metal handrail, seeking a sense of grounding amidst the turbulent emotions swirling within. His touch lingered, as if drawing strength from the cold surface, an attempt to steady his trembling resolve.
In the reflection of the elevator's mirrored walls, Jalen caught glimpses of his own reflection. The vulnerability etched upon his face, the pain that shadowed his eyes, revealed a soul caught in the crosscurrents of regret, longing, and hope. The journey to Marsellis' hospital room had become a metaphorical journey within himself, a quest for redemption and forgiveness.
As the elevator doors opened, revealing the hospital corridor beyond, Jalen took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. With a hesitant step forward, he emerged from the confining space, ready to confront the consequences of his powers and face the fractured remnants of his friendship.
With each step closer to Marsellis' room, his resolve solidified. He would face the consequences of his actions, apologize, and offer his unwavering support.
As Jalen gently pushed open the door to Marsellis' room, his eyes met the sight of his friend lying in the hospital bed, weak and vulnerable. The weight of his guilt intensified, but he refused to let it deter him.
"Marsellis," Jalen whispered, his voice filled with remorse and sincerity. "I'm here. I'm so sorry."
(!)
Marsellis slowly regained consciousness, his eyelids fluttering open to the sterile environment of the hospital room. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead cast a clinical glow, illuminating the room with an unforgiving brightness. As he tried to make sense of his surroundings, his gaze fell upon Jalen, who stood anxiously by his side.
Confusion clouded Marsellis' face as he struggled to piece together the events that led him here. Memories of Jalen's uncontrollable powers and the accident flooded back, intertwining with the pain that still reverberated through his body. An involuntary shudder ran down his spine as he instinctively recoiled, pulling away from Jalen's presence.
"Stay away from me," Marsellis spat, his voice heavy with bitterness. "You and your kind, with your cursed abilities."
Jalen's heart sank, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and regret. He had hoped for forgiveness, for understanding, but Marsellis' immediate response cut through his hopes like a sharp blade. The weight of Marsellis' words hung heavily in the air, casting a somber atmosphere over the room.
"I never asked for this," Jalen whispered, his voice barely audible. "I never wanted to hurt you, Marsellis."
Marsellis clenched his fists, his pain and anger palpable in his every gesture. "It doesn't matter," he retorted, his voice filled with disillusionment. "Your kind, your powers... they've caused nothing but destruction. I can't be around you anymore."
Each word felt like a blow to Jalen's already fragile spirit. He had hoped that Marsellis would understand that their bond would be strong enough to withstand the chaos his powers had brought into their lives. But now, faced with Marsellis' rejection, he realized just how deep the wounds ran.
Marsellis sneered, his eyes narrowing with disdain. "Mutants like you are a danger to society," he continued, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think you're special, but all you bring is chaos and pain. It's time you face the consequences of your actions."
Jalen's heart sank further at Marsellis' harsh words. He had always known that society held a prejudiced view towards mutants, but hearing it from someone he considered a friend cut deeper than he could have anticipated. The weight of Marsellis' judgment pressed heavily upon him, a burden that threatened to crush his spirit.
Silent tears welled up in Jalen's eyes, his voice trembling as he tried to speak. "I understand if you don't want to see me again," he choked out, his words laced with a mix of sadness and determination. "But please know, I'll always be here if you change your mind. I'm truly sorry, Marsellis."
With a heavy heart, Jalen turned and walked away, leaving Marsellis alone in the hospital room. The air seemed to hang heavy with a palpable sense of loss, as if a piece of their friendship had been shattered beyond repair.
As Jalen made his way out of the hospital, his steps felt heavier than before. The weight of Marsellis' rejection bore down on him, his mind filled with regret and self-doubt. The comments about mutants echoed in his thoughts, reminding him of the prejudice and discrimination that he would continue to face.
(!)
Jalen's footsteps echoed through the quiet corridors of the Xavier Institute of Mutants as he made his way back inside, his shoulders slumped and his spirit heavy with defeat. The familiar surroundings, once filled with warmth and camaraderie, now seemed to mock him with their silent judgment.
He couldn't try to hide that he snuck from the mansion last night, he was too emotionally stomped to try to deny it.
As he walked past the common areas, Jalen couldn't help but catch glimpses of his fellow mutants engaging in training sessions and lively conversations. Their laughter, once a source of comfort and belonging, now felt distant and alien. It seemed as though a chasm had formed between Jalen and the rest of the mutants, a divide that felt insurmountable in that moment.
As Jalen made his way deeper into the institute, he noticed a soft glow emanating from the partially open door of Professor Xavier's office. The room, usually a haven of wisdom and guidance, now seemed like a daunting threshold that Jalen had to cross, knowing the weight of disappointment awaited him on the other side.
With a hesitant breath, Jalen approached the door and gently pushed it open, revealing Professor Xavier sitting behind his desk, his features etched with a mix of sadness and concern. The room felt suffused with an aura of quiet understanding, the kind that only the telepathic mutant possessed.
"Jalen," Professor Xavier began, his voice carrying a gentle but firm tone. "I am deeply saddened by the hurtful words Marsellis uttered. Such words can wound us deeply, especially when they come from someone we care about." The professor's eyes bore into Jalen's, conveying a sense of empathy and understanding.
However, a tinge of disappointment flickered within Professor Xavier's gaze as he continued. "But I must admit, Jalen, that I am equally disappointed that you chose to sneak out. We have always encouraged open communication and trust within this institute. Sneaking out not only puts yourself at risk, but it also breaks the trust that we have built together."
Jalen's heart sank further, the weight of his actions settling heavily upon him. He lowered his gaze, unable to meet Professor Xavier's eyes, feeling the weight of his own disappointment and guilt.
"As a consequence of your actions," Professor Xavier continued, his voice steady, "I believe it is important for you to take responsibility for your choices. For the next two weeks, you will have restricted access to external activities and outings. This will provide you with time to reflect upon your actions and the impact they have on yourself and others."
Jalen's shoulders sagged even further, the weight of the punishment settling heavily upon him. He understood the necessity of the consequence and the opportunity it presented for growth and self-reflection.
"However," Professor Xavier added, his voice softening, "I want you to know that this punishment is not meant to isolate or shame you. It is meant to help you understand the importance of trust and the consequences of your decisions. We are here to support you through this process, Jalen, and I believe that you have the strength to learn from this experience."
Jalen nodded, the weight of the professor's words sinking in. He felt a mix of remorse for his actions and a renewed sense of determination to rebuild trust and find healing. The path ahead seemed daunting, but he knew that with the guidance and support of Professor Xavier, he could find his way back to a place of understanding and acceptance.
Leaving the professor's office, Jalen carried the weight of his mistakes and the professor's disappointment upon his shoulders. As he walked through the corridors once again, the institute's familiar surroundings took on a new significance. He was reminded that the Xavier Institute of Mutants was not just a place of training and abilities, but also a community built on trust, compassion, and second chances.
Professor X looked on, taking a deep breath. Each child in the institution was just that, a child who struggled with their abilities and sometimes problems from an emotional standpoint. Jalen was just a reminder of that and how he had to work hard to make sure these kids are well taken care of. But the idea that his child snuck out to go meet someone whom he considered a friend only for this friend to reject because of his mutant genetics hurt even him, he could only hope that he could protect these kids from threats such as the MRD and Magneto but also emotional turmoil from being a mutant.
A/N: Yikes looks like Jalen witnessed firsthand the prejudice mutants face. Next chapter, he'll really see what the mutant world looks like.
Next - Chapter III: Shattered Illusions