Why is it so much easier to burn than it is to heal?
Laura had claws, but being normal was all she had craved since the day she was born. She never asked for this life. She thought that being a mutant was the worst curse that could possibly befall a...
it was stormy day. Laura dashed out of the building and into the pouring rain without hesitation. her footsteps echoed behind her as she ran through the muddy gravel. she could hear the alarms going off, people shouting and weapons loading. she didn't care. she ran on and on and did not look back.
However, no one could keep going on forever, especially someone so wounded and broken like her. Eventually, Laura's vision became blurred, and she knew that she had lost too much blood. "no..." she whispered. "I'd rather... die than to go back... to that lab..." desperately, she leaned against a nearby tree. "help..." she cried out. "please... please... help..." that was the last thing she could remember before slipping out of consciousness.
~later that day...~
Laura awoke with a sudden jolt of pain on her side. she tried to move, but it only made the pain worse. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. "hello Laura." she heard a voice in her head. Laura was terrified; she thought she was going crazy. then, she saw a bald man with assuring blue eyes looking over her on a wheelchair. "My name is Charles Xavier, and welcome to my school for gifted youngsters... like yourself." he told her out loud. Confused, she sat up straight, which only made the pain worse. "no- I, I..." "don't be afraid," Charles smiled, "we're here to help you. you're still very young, and you will be better protected in the school." Laura thought about it. She didn't have anywhere to go - She could not remember anything about her old life. "okay. thank you Charles." She finally said. Charles smiled in delight. "but first, I need to know what happened to you. Do you mind if I read your mind to see what happened to you?" Laura was very sceptic, but her gut told her to trust Charles. she knew, somehow, that he was a kind man. "okay." she nodded and closed her eyes. she finally felt safe; a feeling she hadn't been able to feel in a very long time.
~flashback~
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She was young. maybe only 7. She glanced over the fence and saw other children playing happily on the playground. She sighed - her only wish was to be normal, but she knew she wasn't.
her only friend was a small, brown teddy bear that she named Sammy. He was the only one who's been there for her in her roughest days. Talking to Sammy always gave her a sense of reassurance, and it was the only time when she felt normal and relaxed.
Her parents were divorced. She lived up in a small cottage up the hills with her mother, but it was like she lived alone. her mother was always so distant. she worked on the farms all day, and she never got to spend any time with the little girl.
The girl would play with Sammy all day long, although the fun sort of died down over time. She was relatively optimistic about it all - she still had her mother and Sammy, and life was peaceful up in the cottage.
...at least for now.
~in the present~
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Charles took a deep breath and accessed Laura's memories. He could only see flashes - pain, misery, loss. Charles focused on her most recent memories, and one surfaced.
She was in pain. She had been chained down to a metal chair. Stryker walked over with a smirk on his face. When he was next to her bed, she could see two sharp knives in his hands. without hesitation, Stryker plunged the knifes down her stomach, and she let out a piercing scream that echoed in the room. She could feel her claws, two in each hand, popping out of her hands. Then, the world was black.
Charles pulled back, deep in thought. Her experiences and her abilities reminded him of someone in particular, that he thought would help her the most. he found it astonishing that they were so alike.
"thank you," Charles finally said, "I think you'll feel right at home here in my school. I will get professor Logan to show you around, and he will also be your history professor."
