“Logan?” The furry man questioned quietly, “What are you do-”
“Can you take a look at her leg?” Logan interrupted, ignoring the blue man’s question.
“Oh my.” He mumbled looking down at the young girl’s blood stained skinny jeans and the dirty rag, also speckled with blood, that was wrapped around her thigh. She had an emotionless look on her face, doing her best to hide the fact that she felt as if her legs where about to collapse. Being an a very independent and stubborn person, she didn’t like being in a situation where she was relying so heavily on others.
The animalistic man invited them in and Logan helped Charlie walk through the large mansion to the infirmary. Along the way, Logan explain to the man (who she now understood to be Hank McCoy, otherwise known as Beast) how they managed to find themselves here.
After Logan finished his story, he realized he didn’t know what the kid’s name was. As if Beast had read his mind, he asked the girl for her name
“Charlie.” She answered as she sat down on a cot in the infirmary. The cot was ridiculously uncomfortable, but as exhausted as she was, she could’ve easily fallen asleep at that very moment. As Beast untied the rag from her leg, she began to doze off, completely unaware of the world around her. Sweet memories of her father flooded her dreams. She remembered going to work with him when she was 10 and he showed her how to work on cars and drive them. Following that, she thought of the day when he told her if her water polo team went to state he’d teach her to drive a motorcycle. Then came the nightmarish image of his dead body covered in burns lying directly in front of her.
When she awoke she could barely remember where she was. She swung her legs over the side of the metal cot as she sat up. She noticed that the right leg of her jeans was torn off and she had several sets of stitches in her leg.
“Great.” She mumbled to herself. Next to the cot was a bag with a note on it that said, ‘you can wear this for now.’ She opened the plastic bag, assuming it was meant for her considering she was the only one in the room, and changed into the worn out boot-cut jeans and plain green T-shirt left inside. She grabbed her auburn hair and pulled it quickly up into a ponytail before deciding to go out do some exploring. She threw the door open and saw a tall man jump out of the way of the swinging door.
“Sorry.” She apologized
“ ‘s all right petit.” The man answered in a thick Cajun accent, “You de girl dat come ‘ere last night non?”
Charlie answered that she was.
“Name’s Remy LeBeau.” Remy tipped an imaginary hat when he introduced himself. “Ey, why don’t you follow Remy to de kitchen. Remy can make you petit-déjeuner.”
Assuming that meant breakfast, she followed the strange man who seemed to refer to himself in the 3rd person.
She was becoming increasingly uneasy as she walked through the halls of the mansion. Her family was not one that supported mutant rights and she was raised to believe every word Senator Kelly said. How ironic it was that she herself would become one and find herself in a mansion surrounded by them. A man in a wheel chair made his way towards her and Remy when everything finally clicked. That was Charles Xavier. She wasn’t just in some mutant safe house, this was Xavier’s school.
“Charlotte,” The Professor began, “It’s good to finally meet you.” Charlie’s hands began to heat up again. Her left had brushed the corner of the tan trench coat Remy was wearing. She looked over and the spot where she had touched it disintegrated. Her heart began pounding.
“Charlotte, it’s all right.” Xavier said, attempting to calm her down, but to no avail. She backed into the wall and the paint began peeling off where her hands had touched it. Being as impulsive as she was, she bolted back down the hallway, Remy grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her. Charlie felt as if someone else had taken over her body as she took Remy’s hand and yanked it off her arm, scorching his hand and burning his fingerless glove off.
“Can you take a look at her leg?” Logan interrupted, ignoring the blue man’s question.
“Oh my.” He mumbled looking down at the young girl’s blood stained skinny jeans and the dirty rag, also speckled with blood, that was wrapped around her thigh. She had an emotionless look on her face, doing her best to hide the fact that she felt as if her legs where about to collapse. Being an a very independent and stubborn person, she didn’t like being in a situation where she was relying so heavily on others.
The animalistic man invited them in and Logan helped Charlie walk through the large mansion to the infirmary. Along the way, Logan explain to the man (who she now understood to be Hank McCoy, otherwise known as Beast) how they managed to find themselves here.
After Logan finished his story, he realized he didn’t know what the kid’s name was. As if Beast had read his mind, he asked the girl for her name
“Charlie.” She answered as she sat down on a cot in the infirmary. The cot was ridiculously uncomfortable, but as exhausted as she was, she could’ve easily fallen asleep at that very moment. As Beast untied the rag from her leg, she began to doze off, completely unaware of the world around her. Sweet memories of her father flooded her dreams. She remembered going to work with him when she was 10 and he showed her how to work on cars and drive them. Following that, she thought of the day when he told her if her water polo team went to state he’d teach her to drive a motorcycle. Then came the nightmarish image of his dead body covered in burns lying directly in front of her.
When she awoke she could barely remember where she was. She swung her legs over the side of the metal cot as she sat up. She noticed that the right leg of her jeans was torn off and she had several sets of stitches in her leg.
“Great.” She mumbled to herself. Next to the cot was a bag with a note on it that said, ‘you can wear this for now.’ She opened the plastic bag, assuming it was meant for her considering she was the only one in the room, and changed into the worn out boot-cut jeans and plain green T-shirt left inside. She grabbed her auburn hair and pulled it quickly up into a ponytail before deciding to go out do some exploring. She threw the door open and saw a tall man jump out of the way of the swinging door.
“Sorry.” She apologized
“ ‘s all right petit.” The man answered in a thick Cajun accent, “You de girl dat come ‘ere last night non?”
Charlie answered that she was.
“Name’s Remy LeBeau.” Remy tipped an imaginary hat when he introduced himself. “Ey, why don’t you follow Remy to de kitchen. Remy can make you petit-déjeuner.”
Assuming that meant breakfast, she followed the strange man who seemed to refer to himself in the 3rd person.
She was becoming increasingly uneasy as she walked through the halls of the mansion. Her family was not one that supported mutant rights and she was raised to believe every word Senator Kelly said. How ironic it was that she herself would become one and find herself in a mansion surrounded by them. A man in a wheel chair made his way towards her and Remy when everything finally clicked. That was Charles Xavier. She wasn’t just in some mutant safe house, this was Xavier’s school.
“Charlotte,” The Professor began, “It’s good to finally meet you.” Charlie’s hands began to heat up again. Her left had brushed the corner of the tan trench coat Remy was wearing. She looked over and the spot where she had touched it disintegrated. Her heart began pounding.
“Charlotte, it’s all right.” Xavier said, attempting to calm her down, but to no avail. She backed into the wall and the paint began peeling off where her hands had touched it. Being as impulsive as she was, she bolted back down the hallway, Remy grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her. Charlie felt as if someone else had taken over her body as she took Remy’s hand and yanked it off her arm, scorching his hand and burning his fingerless glove off.
