"Hi Jess, it's Amy. I know you must be wondering where I went."
Amy closed the cab door, setting down her brown duffel bag, the bright sun striking her eyes making her squint. Not in city anymore.
"Well…I'm not telling, sorry. You've done so much for me over the years, been my friend, my hero. But I don't think it's right that my mum and I weigh you down. You need to heal, look after yourself just as much as you look after everyone else."
She'd tied up her loose ends. Sent flowers and apology letters to Mal and her family. Stocked Jess's fridge and cupboards with food for at least two weeks and sent a thank you gift to Trish. She even sent flowers to the Thompson's grave. It seemed like the least she could have done.
She hadn't bothered with Kilgrave's body, to be honestly she couldn't even look at it…despite not exactly hating him, she did find herself…hating him. It was more complicated than she thought.
In the end…she decided to focus on what was easy. The victims he left behind. The wrongs he left behind. It made it easier to leave him behind.
Easier for her to move forward.
"Jess…you're a good person. Really, you've done so much for some many people, don't let him stay in your head, okay? Despite what you may think, you deserve to be happy.
To love. To have friends. To get close to people.
Don't think for a second that you don't."
All her money she'd saved up was practically gone, but at least she'd manged to save enough to get her here.
"I don't want to worry about me, I'll be okay. Actually, I found a school. A good one, with people like me. I think I'll be able to fix this curse I've got. Maybe…do some good, fix what he broke…I want to try at the least."
"Amelia Thompson?"
"That's me." she said, shaking hands with her man who greeted her by the gate. He was fairly tall, with light brown hair, and thick rimmed Ruby-Quartz sunglasses. "Scott Summers. Nice to meet you, Amelia."
"Nice to meet you too. You can call me Amy if you want, everyone does." Amy added.
Summers nodded curtly. "Amy." he said, taking the duffel bag out of her hand other hand. The gates opening. "I'll give you the tour. We'll meet with the Professor after and then I'll show you to your room."
"Got it." Amy said, awkwardly playing with her hands.
"The Professor tells me me you have a interesting mutation. Mind Control?"
"Something like that. When I talk, or say anything, people do it. Whether I want them to or not. It's a bit difficult, even by saying you could call me Amy. I don't know if you actually want to or it I made you. Staying silent and inhibitor collars and injections were the work-around…" Amy mumbled, stopping mid-way. "I'd understand if you don't want me here-"
To her surprise, Scott Summers smiled. "Actually, I think you'll fit right in." he said, standing in front of the large red-brick building. "Amy, welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."
"I know you don't think so, but…I think you'll always be my hero, Jess."
Thoughts?
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