[3] Just A Mortal Girl | Avallone the Avenger [DISCONTINUED]

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I passed my motorcycle license with ease, and quickly found myself in next week. No one but Wanda knew where I was going, and I wanted it to stay that way.
It was better if no one knew, because if it backfired horribly in my face, then only Wanda could laugh at me. Also, it helped build up her trust. She didn't really want anyone to know that she was acquainted with the X-Men. I finally learned all the important ones names, like Logan, Jean, Scott, Professor Xavier, and Kitty.
Excitement bubbled up within me as I sped towards my destination. I knew that Professor Xavier would sense that I was coming, and Jean probably would to, which was okay. As long as Logan wasn't going to hostile towards me, I would be okay.
I pulled into the driveway of the school, having been let past the gates. Feeling the stares of hundreds of eyes fall on me, watching my every move almost made me turn around and go home, but I was too far in. I couldn't back out now.
I had the creak of a wheelchair, and I looked up, seeing an older man who must have been paralyzed or something like that, coming towards me. Wanda told me that this was Professor Xavier.
"Mr Xavier," I said, meeting him halfway, with an outstretched hand. He took it and smiled at me.
"Please, call me Charles."
I grinned back at him, happy that he had already accepted me, probably because he knew my intentions. "Thank you. I'm Av-"
"-Avallone Clancy, I know. An old friend of mine sent you here, to find Logan. I am quite up to date, miss Clancy," he said, as we made our way back to the building.
Sighing, I questioned, "is he here? Or should I come back another day?" My fingers were crossed behind my back. I was hoping that he was there, and that he wasn't.
"He is in fact, and he is coming this way," Charles said, looking straight ahead.
I blinked, surprised of the ability of his powers. Wanda had told me about his powers, and to want extent he could go, but it still surprised me.
Glancing up, I came face to face with an older-looking man with incredible side burns, and a set scowl on his face. I felt intimated, and the need to cower and run rose, and began telling me to go.
"Who are you?" Logan asked me, his deep voice already scaring the shit out of me. Wanda didn't warn me that he could scare the souls out of people.
"Logan, there is no need to be so angry. This is Avallone, a friend of someone that you know." Charles turned to me, "Avallone, you do not need to be afraid. He is not that scary, it is only a front. Just tell him why you are here." The Professor rolled away, leaving me alone with Wolverine, the man who could rip me to shreds.
"You're here for a reason?" Logan questioned, raising an eyebrow. It was like he was ignoring that Charles had practically called him a sissy in front of me.
I swallowed, "yeah, Wanda told me that you would understand what I was going through . . ."
Silence hung in the air, as we both waited for what I was going to say next.
"It would help me to understand if I actually knew what you were going through, you know," he said, his eyes searching my face.
I looked down at my feet, "I don't really know how to say this without going into the whole backstory. Long story short, I was dying, and I was turned immortal so that I could be saved. But, I'm struggling to come to terms that I'm going to outlive all the people I love. I'm going to have to watch them die, and it's eating me from the inside out." I looked up at him to see his reaction, and was surprised to find that his face had softened.
"It's hard, isn't it kiddo? I do understand what you're going through, and I've watched the people that I love grow old and die, but it's a natural part of life. No matter what, mortal or immortal, you're going to have to watch people die. My advice is that you spend as much time with them while you still can. Time is something you'll learn to treasure." He smiled at me, and invited me into the building. I followed hesitantly, not knowing if I could face meeting other people in the emotional state I had worked myself into. "You'll be fine, come on. They're not as scary as me, so don't worry."
I nodded, and walked next to him. The building was huge, and I almost stopped every few seconds to admire something. It got on Logan's nerves, but he hid it pretty well.
"Everyone, this is Avallone, a friend of Wanda's," I heard Charles say, as Logan and I rounded a corner to find a large-ish group of people.
The feeling of anxiety began building up, and the butterflies in my stomach went crazy. Normally I was all right with meeting new people, but there weren't ordinary people. They could all kill me in a special way, and I couldn't do anything to stop them.
"She's one of us," Charles said, smiling at me.
Confusion skyrocketed through me, and I couldn't help but stare at the Professor in complete and utter bewilderment. I wasn't a mutant. I was just a girl that got herself into stupid situations and ended up almost dying. My immortality didn't make me a mutant. It wasn't that my genes had mutated, it was that I was given the ability for my cells to keep regenerating forever.
"That's not the way to tell someone Professor," a lady with dark red hair said, eyeing me with pity. Pity. She knew what was going on in my head. That was Jean. That means that the man sitting uncomfortably close to her must be Scott.
"I know, my apologies, miss Avallone, but Wanda wanted me to tell you," he said, looking at me with the same look that Jean had looked at me with. Pity.
"Tell me what?" I questioned, my heart suddenly spiking in a different way than it had before. What wouldn't she tell me? I knew that she was keeping something from me, but what?
"You have powers, Avallone. Not just immortality."
I laughed. Me, having powers? No, I would have known by now, or Loki would know.
"Wanda knew."