Golden Snitch and The Wolverine.

More Mayhem

Metal halls surrounded me. They led off in different directions, and I felt trapped, enclosed. I backed up until I hit someone. I looked up and Scott smiled. He stepped around me and led me down the hall talking as we went.

“This is the lower level. Students aren’t actually allowed down here except for when they use the Danger room. We’ll get to that eventually. Upstairs is the main school. Classes and the kitchens on the first floor, dorms and rec-rooms on the upper levels. Students share rooms for the most part, and teachers like Logan, Storm and I get our own rooms.” I nodded politely. I looked behind us and Storm was pushing the Professor down the hall. She had this weird cape on and wore a matching suit like Scott’s. Soldier boy was trudging along behind us, head down and hands in pockets.“When we get to the Professor’s office we’ll enroll you in classes and get you roomies. I think we might have some volunteers. Do you know a girl named Ana?” Scott continued casually.

“ANA!?” I screamed. I ran ahead of him to an elevator and jammed the buttons with my super speed. One of the buttons cracked and I went up the elevator infuriatingly slow. I ran out into the hall and ran even faster around the wooden building. Sure it was majestic, but all I could think of was finding Ana. Ana. Ana. My best friend, my first friend. ANA!

“ANA! Where are you?” I shouted as I ran through the halls. I passed by a boy with white hair and froze. Of course I was running too fast, so I stopped a few halls away. I ran back and tackled Pietro in a bear hug. He laughed in joy and we started talking really fast to each other. Overlapping but still hearing. I was so happy to just see him and I couldn’t think. We just laughed and talked for what felt like hours but was really only about 30 seconds. Pietro grabbed my hand and pulled me along beside him, running super-fast down the halls. We came to a room on the first floor near the door with a t-v and foosball table.

Ana and Crystal were sitting on the couch. Ana was drawing our old school from memory, and Crystal was watching the news. I jumped on the couch between them and pulled them both into my arms. We all started laughing and crying and hugging. I don’t know or care how long we sat there, making fun of the news and talking about our crappy families just like old times. They wanted to know about my imprisonment, and I wanted to know about their lives. They had been visited by the Professor a few weeks ago, and when they realized they were all here they confronted him about me, begging him to get me from my house. And he did. I told them about my dream, and how he had shown up. They didn’t understand how he did it, but before we could talk any more a very annoyed grunt came from the door.

We all spun around and Crystal turned pink, ducking her head. I glanced at her in disdain and she blushed even harder. Pietro looked scared and Ana was all dreamy eyed. Soldier Boy was leaning against the doorway looking angry. At me.

“New kid. Professor’s office. Now.” Well he sounded pissed! Crystal and Ana sighed in sync. Pietro looked like he was in on the man crush too.

“Did I mention I’m bi now?” Ana said.

“Oh please.” I grumbled and trudged after Soldier Boy. He was walking ahead of me, so I dashed ahead of him and stopped a few feet ahead, then ran back and forth around him making his hair and shirt fly all over the place. It was a lot of fun! Suddenly I got clotheslined, my legs still running and I flipped through the air, landing on my chest. Several students in the hall laughed and gasped in shock. A girl with a streak of white hair helped me up and I thanked her. She glared at Soldier boy’s back as it went into a room.

“Don’t worry about Logan. He’ll come around. I’m Marie by the way. Or Rouge. Who are you?” She had a sweet southern drawl that sounded like she was singing. I was about to answer when a huge arm wrapped under my chin and dragged me into the office. I aimed a punch at whoever’s stomach and hit it fast and hard several times. I got an oomf of pain in reply and he let me go. I ducked out and kicked him in the back of the knee. It was ‘Logan’ and he looked royally pissed. SHIT! I dash behind Storm and gathered myself. I’m 20 years old for crying out loud! I sat down in a chair and looked at the Professor expectantly.