Lᴜsᴜs ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀᴇ. Wᴏʟᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Hᴇʏ ʙᴀʙʏ. Lᴏɢᴀɴ

Location: Xavier's school for gifted youngsters.

Plot: You're a new mutant
brought to the school by
the x-men where they
learn about your
extraordinary abilities
and how capable you
really are.
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The last thing you remember was a piece of iron being flung at you and a laser shooting across you.

So where were you now that you woke up?

You sat up from your position with a loud gasp; sweat trailing down your face as you looked down at yourself.

Your outfit was not what it once was. Before you were struck by a piece of metal, you had on a leather tube top with matching pants that had buckles around the legs and studs down the sides. Your fur coat was missing as well.

Your shirt had been removed but your pants and boots remained on. You were just wrapped in bandages, your shirt and coat nowhere in sight.

If you were honest, it made you quite uncomfortable knowing someone removed your top and saw your bare chest then wrapped it in bandages.

You were hooked up to all kinds of machinery as you got up, snapping the wires and patches off of yourself as you saw a man leaning against the wall.

"Good morning sunshine. You put up a fight." He said.

The man had an unusually shaped beard and his hair was shaped like cat ears. He wore a white tanktop with a leather jacket and a dog tag necklace. He had on a belt with jeans and scuffed up boots.

"Who the hell are you? Where am I?"

"Woah slow down there." He said, pushing himself up from his leaning position and walking towards you.

You didn't take too kindly to strangers, the second he reached out to you; he was hit in the face.

He stumbled back, covering his nose before he looked back at you.

You kicked him in the face with your boot, you watched as his expression turned to anger.

"That wasn't very nice." He said lowly, blades coming out of his hands.

You looked down at his hands before looking back up at him, kicking him twice as hard until he completely stumbled back and hit the wall.

Once his attention was taken off of you, you booked it out of the room.

You didn't care who saw you in the state you were in, you just wanted to get out.

You quickly pushed the button to the elevator as you heard the man get up onto his feet and storm out of the room.

The second he charged at you, you stepped into the elevator and shut the doors, going up a floor.

Once the elevator let out a ding, letting you know you had approached the floor, you stepped out as soon as the doors open.

You had no idea how to leave but you'd figure it out as you walked down a hallway. That was until a voice spoke to you.

'You seem lost.' A mans voice echoed.

You looked around quickly, trying to spot the source of the voice as you attempted to cover your ears to block it out.

'Do not be afraid, we won't hurt you. Come down the hall.'

You did as instructed, walking down the hall until you saw doors.

Quickly, you entered them without a second thought where you found an office with an old man sitting at a desk alone.

"Welcome (Y/N)." He said with a small smile.

"Shit." You muttered.

"There's no need to be afraid. My name is Charles Xavier. I'm here to help you." The man rolled out from behind his desk, approaching you.