At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the esteemed Lalia Azali serves as a dedicated teacher and is also this universe's Scarlet Witch. Endowed with formidable powers and a destiny she must face, Lalia confronts her fate amidst the school's hall...
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— Logan
I glanced down at my body, noticing for the first time these weird ass stickers and electrodes stuck all over my chest. Annoyed, I ripped them off one by one, the adhesive pulling at my skin. Each one came off with a sharp sting, but I didn't care. I needed to get these damn things off me.
I bolted down the hallway, my breath ragged and my heart pounding like a drum. Every corner I turned felt like a maze, the walls of the building closing in on me. I needed to get out, find an exit, anything.
As I continued down the hallway, I suddenly heard a voice behind me. "Where's he going?" it asked, the tone suspicious and urgent.
I whipped my head around, paranoia setting in. Who the hell was that? I scanned the empty corridor, my senses on high alert. I kept moving, my steps quickening as I tried to shake off the feeling of being watched.
Rounding another corner, I stumbled upon a row of capsules, each containing sleek suits. Without thinking, I grabbed a jacket from one of the capsules and threw it on.
Just as I was about to move on, the voice came again, louder this time. "Where are you going?"
Panic surged through me. I broke into a run, spotting an elevator at the end of the hall. I dashed inside, frantically pressing the button to close the doors. As they finally slid shut, I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath and hoping I'd lost whoever was following me.
As the elevator doors opened, I started to hear a surge of voices all around me. "He's over there," one of them said. I looked around frantically and saw a bunch of kids coming down the stairs. Quickly, I hid behind a wall, trying to stay out of sight.
Once the students passed, I bolted into a random room, hoping to find some way out of here. Inside, I saw a man sitting calmly, who looked up and said, "Good morning, Logan."
I froze, making eye contact with the group of students standing in front of him. They seemed unfazed, but I was utterly confused. After finishing their conversations, the students left & I saw a little girl run through a wall beside me. My mind reeled as I looked back at the man, confused as hell.
"Physics," he said with a slight smile, as if that explained everything. "I'm Charles Xavier," he continued, "Would you like some breakfast?"
I furrowed my eyebrows, a confused glint in my eyes. "Where am I?" I asked.
Charles rolled towards me in his wheelchair. "You're in Westchester, New York," he said calmly. "You were attacked. My people brought you here for medical attention."
"I don't need medical attention," I shot back.
"Yes, of course," he replied, almost dismissively.
Suspicion crept into my mind as I remembered I wasn't alone before I ended up here. "Where's the girl?" I asked, my tone sharper.
