A Mutant's Tale (X-Men Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

A shot rings out in my ear, and I bolt up. I frantically look around me seeing the inside of the ship. Memories come back to me all at once and I gasp. The jet! Getting shot! Logan saving me!

I look fearfully down at my arm and see it is safely in a light-blue sling. Upon further inspection I see, where I was shot, a white bandage tightly protecting my wound. With my free hand I touch it and immediately feel stinging pain. I also notice I have a different shirt on. I have a loose fitting black T-shirt. How long have I been out? 

I look around and see Cyclops sitting across from me staring at me. Well, this is awkward. I don't know if I should say something or stare at him back. I'm always awkward like this, never truly knowing what to do in certain situations. I guess I've always been shy.

"Careful, don't want to rip your stitches out." He smiles wide at me. This guy is way too cheery. I've been shot and he's smiling. I forgot, not everyone is as pessimistic as me.

From the looks of it over here he's pretty handsome. The first thing I notice is his red glasses. I don't understand why he needs to wear red-lensed sunglasses 24-7. Does he wear them while he sleeps? Summer explained to me that Cyclops or Scott was the one with the glasses. She never told me what powers he has. Is he blind? It feels rude to ask.

He has pale skin like mine, black hair, and sharp jaw-line. Definitely considered handsome in my book. I wonder if Storm or Jean are going out with him not that I would. Okay, I need to stop. I do not like Cyclops.

Anyways, he has on a black, leather body suit. Now that I remember, everyone had the same attire except Jean. It must be some school thing that the adults have to wear when they go out.

Where's Logan anyways? I look around and focus to the right of me. In the front of the ship, I see chairs facing to a big window. I'm assuming that is the "control room". I can barely make out Logan's head in one of the chairs. I don't want to have a talk with him. I am too embarrassed. I put my head in my free hand and mentally groan.

My voice cracks, "Where are we?" I look back to Cyclops.

I hear footsteps coming from the front of the ship in the control room. For a split second, I fear it's Logan but instead I see red hair.

Cyclops answers my question, "Well, we are making a quick stop and then we're heading back to the school." A stop? I've been shot! This seems outrageous to me.

Jean takes a seat next to me. I feel so stupid but most of all, I feel guilty. I am a coward for not facing my fears and running.

Jean stares at me for a second, but I keep my eyes trained on the floor. I'm a coward for not looking at her. I can't believe I was so stupid to run away. They must think I'm a brat for all the foolish things I have done over the course of a couple of days.

Jeans speaks abruptly, "No one blames you Charlee. We were never mad. Those boys should have never approached you like that, and I understand if that could have been intimidating. My point is, we accept you no matter what. If you ever feel down or just not right just know, you can come talk to any one of us here." Great, she's talking to me like I'm a child, just what I deserve.

She puts her hand on mine thoughtfully.

Jean continues, "I'm sorry about what happened." My eyes water and without control a couple of tears fall down my face. I take my hand out from under hers and quickly brush the tears away. Stop crying. You're looking weak. I can't think about them because if I do, I won't be able to control my emotions. I need to keep that part of me locked up and hidden until I can face that reality.