The X-Men: Born Different.

Chapter 12! Its Your Funeral.

Shelllo.  For any other writers out there, don't you just love it when you check your story and a lot of people have read it since you last checked?  Kay, so Andrew in an attempt to push himself to the limit actually pushes himself over the limit.  What are the consequences for this?  Stay Tuned And Find Out True Believer!

I woke up feeling cold.  I was so confused.  My head hurt and I didn't know where I was.  I looked around to figure out what was going on.  I was in a bed reminiscent of one from a hospital.  The room I was in was completely white and filled medical equipment standard of a hospital.  The room was empty except for me.

I looked down at myself.  I was in hospitals robes with no shoes.  I had a tube connected to my wrist hooked up to a bag of what I assumed was IV.  On my chest underneath my robes I could feel wires hooked up to a heart monitor.  I had a head ache, but that was all.  This was all too much.

I started ripping the wires and tubes off and out of my body.

I sat up in the bed and felt dizzy.  It didn't matter though, I was leaving this room.  I wanted to know why I was here.  I swung my feet on to the floor and stood up.  I shook my head in an attempt to shake away my head ache.  Of course it didn't help.

I started walking towards the only door in the room.  It opened automatically and I realized I was in the basement of the mansion as the corridor I just entered was a very unforgettable bright white.  I made my way to the nearest elevator.  Walking felt weird, I was very dizzy and off balanced.

I got into the elevator and decided on going to the first floor to find The Professor.  I wasn't angry I just wanted to talk.

The elevator doors opened and I walked out near the lounge.  The room had six people I slightly remembered from dinner Saturday night.  They were all doing home work it appeared.  What day was it?

I crept past the entrance to the lounge trying to remain unnoticed.  I just wanted to see The Professor, noone else.

I silently made my way down the hall to the door outside his office.  I was suddenly hesitant.  What if what he told me was something I didn't want to hear?

I discarded this thought.  Whatever The Professor said I would take in stride. 

Knock Knock

No answer. 

I was confused.  Where was he?  I decided to knock again.

Knock Knock

Still no response.  I decided I'll go get dressed and then talk to people in the lounge about it.  I continued creeping silently through the house and up the stairs till I was on the fourth floor.  I figured I was in the clear and jogged to my room.  As I came into my room I fell on the floor exhausted.  I got up and leaned over the small wastebasket by the door and thought I was gonna puke.  After a minute I decided I wasn't going to and stood back up.

I was so dizzy.  I closed the door and went into my string bag for clothes.  I didn't pay attention to what I grabbed out of it, it didn't matter.  I just needed something other than god damn hospital robes. 

After changing I sat down on my bed.  I couldn't remember what had happened Sunday.  Everything about it was so fuzzy.  My head throbbed and I was still so dizzy.  I closed my eyes to relax and focus.  When I opened my eyes I stood up and made my way out the door.  Slowly and carefully I made my way back to the lounge.  It felt like hours till I reached it in my disoriented state.

I sat down on the couch, no one really seemed to notice as they were all caught up on their book work.  I took in a deep breath.

"So where's The Professor?"