I look out the frosty window to see an army of trees standing as if they were standing guard of something. Bored, I look more closely and see colors scattered all around their bark. All of them have a different story even though they look the same.
Suddenly, the strange woman that is driving through the depressing weather takes me out of my trance. "I am not sure what your power is or who you are, but Professor Xavier said that you have a very secretive personality. He also said you prefer driving instead of flying. My name is Ororo, by the way. You will probably be calling me Professor Storm, though, when you start taking my classes. What is your name."
Her white hair glistens in the shadowy air and my strange eyes meet her soft face for the first time since I got into this car. I could instantly see loss and hurt curve in bright colors across her face. To make the sadness stop, I closed my right (and black eye) so I would only see black and white, "My name is Dorrie."
And so I told her. I told her of every time I can remember losing my power and getting a splitting headache. I told her that normally strong emotions or symbols normally cause great pain to myself. I told her all of this because there really was no reason to lie.
By the end of her taking notes and asking almost every possible question there is, I finally start to remember my real life. A life that is beyond this small room of buzzing machines and bright lights. Where I have school, friends, and lots of crazy activities. I don't even know what day of the week it is or what time it is.
"I need to go back to school," my voice interrupts the countless thoughts and words going through the woman's mind.
She looks at me with as if expecting me to say this at some point, "Your school book is on the table over there," Glancing over at the wooden table piled high with books, I notice a few cards that read things like 'get well soon.' She could tell, though, that school work was not on my mind, ?I offered earlier to let your friends visit, but you declined, remember??
?Yes, well,? hobbling over to the stack of homework that will take me about an hour, I try to get my point across, ?I didn?t want them to visit me and act superficial. Sure, to normal people flowers and concerned looks please an unwell person, but I can see beyond that. I just want to see them,? looking into her raised eyes and I can see her sympathy for me all across her face.
I already gave you Victoria's info, but I also have another character. He's friends with Victoria, and is the reason she found Xaiver:
Mutant Name: Sensor
Real Name: Unknown
Power: Just by looking at someone, he can figure out everything about them, even some things that they don't know or have forgotten. He can block out telepaths, mutant detectors (Like Cerebro) and mutants that have powers that give them information about someone. He can also tell if someone is lying or telling the truth
Looks: Long blonde hair, light green eyes, tan skin
Clothes: Casual t-shirt, shorts, sneakers
Personality: Quiet, mysterious, kind, helpful, curious about what other Mutant's powers are
Extra: He has a crush on Victoria.
Backstory: His past is mostly unknown, except for that he ran away from home, and somehow learned of Xaiver's. He helped out fellow mutants, and told them where Xaiver's "school" was. (But he obviously made sure they could be trusted first) He never traveled with anyone, until he met Victoria. He thought she was beautiful, and tried to convince her that she didn't need to hide all the time. He traveled with her to Xaiver's, where he now stays. Every once in a while he'll take a trip to the town for a week, and then come back.
A long sigh leaves my rested body as I sit up from where I was resting. The room around me is dark, but I can tell what everything around me is because of the endless symbols tainting them.
"Man, I bet it was all just a dream," I whisper to myself bathing in despair. Why would my mind play such a dirty trick on me?
Suddenly, the lights flicker on and a very familiar, but somehow different face comes into view, "Oh, you're awake!" Right, wasn't I talking to this red haired woman before I fell asleep. It was something like that, "so, how do feel, better?"
"Worse," I say softly to myself, remembering the beauty around me at before I decided to rest, "I got my sight back."
She blinks at me confused and then a smile appears on her face, "That's wonderful! I don't understand why, though," Her fingers flip through her chart again and she becomes puzzled, "there wasn't anything out of the ordinary with your sleep patterns. Although you did oversleep a little bit.?
?You gave me ibuprofen, didn?t you?? I look at her seeing that mind has forgotten one key detail, ?I can see it within your symbols that you gave me that.?
?Well, yes,? she says shocked about how I knew such a thing, ?you said you had a headache, but that was a long time ago, are you sure that is what helped retrieved your power??
?Yes,? I say with a dash of bitterness, ?it is not the first time this has happened, remember??
WCat; oh, ya u still don't know were your last were before this story parts-
Me; SHUT UP AND LET ME POST/REPLY WITHOUT YOU TALKING
WCat; fine, if you are so annoyed, plus i need to...... i don't know?
*i flick her back into the computer screen*
Me: anyways, write on!
i love it!
"And your saying that you don't have your sight anymore?" She scrambles for her notes and other supplies, "Why didn't you say something earlier?"
My eyes look around the room and I zone out a little, "Because its just so beautiful."
The red haired doctor lady that I hardly know anything about is rushing and doing things that may seem important to her, but all I care about is the beauty around me. I leisurely lay back down in my sleeping place and stare at the ceiling. For once, my mind is not crowded with new information of everything around me.
This really is true bliss, isn't it.
And with this, I actually fall asleep comfortably, and peacefully, for what feels like the first time.
I yawn and stretch out my tired limbs. That was a great sleep, and my body feels thankful after all my lack of rest. I think I dreamed a little. A bit of this school and my friends and the professors, but that wasn't the exciting part. I dreamt I went back to that beach I longed so dearly for as a child, and I could revisit that beautiful scene I wanted. All the things I can see without corrupt gibberish covering it all.
Happy and full of life, I sit up and open my eyes to the world covered in symbols and colors once more.
I turn from her, not wanting for her to see them directly. Her hand grabs my cheek and holds a bright light up to my eyes, "The strain on your eyes has relaxed a bit. Do you feel or see anything out of the blue?"
I think about lying to her, but thats not exactly what your supposed to do to your physicians, "Well, there is a slight difference in my vision."
"Please follow the light with your eyes," she demands quickly, "and what is different?"
I squirm a little, "Well, when I got this splitting headache, after a few minutes of shutting my eyes, I opened them and," she takes away the light and lets me finish, "my power sort of wasn't there."
Worry crosses her face like wildfire, I don't need symbols to tell me that, "Your power wash't there? What do you mean?"
"My power is a sight power. I can see symbols and auras of any object, nonliving or living. These things show me the object's description, details, secrets, thoughts, emotions, past, present being, and, sometimes, future,? I can feel bags under my eyes from my lack of natural sleep, but the great attention this doctor is giving me is making me full of energy, ?This normally clouds the vision in my black eye, but after opening my eyes, I have had clear vision. The same sight I had as a little girl, and haven?t seen since I was a little girl.?
I look up at her with sad eyes, "I don't need to learn any more about my power than I do now. Can't anyone understand that?"
She puts down her clip board and forces me to look at her seriously, "It doesn't matter how much you don't care about your power. When it comes to your health, then I come in, and believe me, I have been at this school too long to let something like this pass."
I look up at her pleading, "My classes. I will miss them and the work in them for an unnecessary reason."
"Well," she says rolling her eyes, "I have already notified your teachers and some of your classmates have already volunteered to get your missed work."
"My classmates?" I think of my friends and hope dearly that they don't know of my condition. I'm trying to keep most of my power a secret, remember?
"Yes, they are probably going to want to visit you, soon. Especially after you've woken up." She answers my fears.
"Please don't," I hold her from doing anything, "I don't want my friends to see me-?
?See you without your glasses on?? A smile spreads on her face and she holds up my sunglasses in between to fingers, ?Professor Ororo told me of your little secret, and well, its hard to miss you beautiful eyes.?
I look at her and slowly and try to see what she means, but obviously cannot search for it without my power. Starting to tear away the wires connected to my head, I try to slide from the hard bed, "I'm okay, this observation stuff is not necessary."
She automatically is at my side and pushing me back down onto the bed. Her eyebrow shoots up at my comment, "You were found passed out on a floor, when I looked at your eyes they were strained and red, and you don't think that you should have observation? Maybe you hit your head before you passed out."
"Don't worry," I say fighting against her common sense stuff, "It's happened before, and will happen again. It is just another flaw with my power." My mention of my power sends up a little red flag. This normal vision thing is a little overwhelming, no matter how beautiful it is.
"Um," she looks at me in a little disbelief, "passing out because of your power is not normal," her fingers flip through the pages carefully, "there is probably an explanation for it. We just need to do some tests and then I will let you leave.?
She seems stubborn and definitely knows what she is doing, but I really just want to refuse.
My eyes shoot open and my spine sits up straight, not even giving myself a chance to recuperate from my unconsciousness. "Where am I?" I demand the space around me almost on command. How many weird places have I woken up at this school?
The room is almost identical to the white and metal hallway I remember from earlier. I suddenly look at myself and find myself wearing a white dress-thing and wires connected to me. Suddenly feeling a sense of worry, I ask the question again, "Where am I?"
"You're in the school's medical observation room," a women with deep red hair and a clipboard says nonchalantly. This is highly disturbing.
I look over her up and down, but realize that I cannot read her. The symbols and colors are gone. Now everything's appearance seems so clear, weird, "Why am I here?"
She looks at me a little strangely and then goes back to her very interesting papers, "One of the teachers found you passed out in one of the hallways. From the state that they found you in, I?m surprised your so lively waking up.?
Oh hey, just another reminder, if any of you guys have characters or suggestion for my story I would love to try to include them. There were a lot of characters that I lost when this subject got deleted, and I'm sorry if I haven't included your character. I probably lost its info or just haven't gotten to good place from them in my story. Please post as many ideas as you have (no matter how random they are, which is a shout out to Coolcatv8 for her pie suggestion a while back). I may not get to them all, but they do inspire me at times. Thanks to you guys that have been reading this from the beginning or all the newbies that have started reading.
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