SILVER | P. Maximoff [X-MEN]

Ⓧ | The Dreadful Truth

(Italics mean a flashback)

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Peter always enjoyed his stay at the school for the gifted even if he had second thoughts about the place in the beginning. He didn't know if being an x-men was an accomplishment but it made him leave his mom's house. So, he considered it an accomplishment. In his room where he stayed. Peter's hands were sweating as he tossed and turned in bed. He mumbled something as a dream began to play in his mind.

The room was fully dark with a single light bulb to fill the hallway. It seemed empty but he felt like someone was creeping up behind him. He felt the need to run away. He tried to run back the hallway became never ending. He couldn't run. He wasn't moving. He felt a small level of exhaustion. Peter couldn't believe it. Running never made him tired, at least never with his powers of super speed.

The light above him flickered. He turned around to gaze deeply at the sight of a dark outline of a shadow figure standing in the unlit end of the hall. He felt powerless, he couldn't run anywhere. Peter took a step back. "Stop!", he yelled. His breath felt heavy. "Don't come any closer! Stay back! I'm warning you!" He felt in danger. He tried to run again, but he just stood there... motionless.

The figure slowly made its way closer to him. Peter didn't know what to do. He always used to run from things that he couldn't dare to face. "Stop!" His heart pounded. Fear poured over him. "Who are you?", he screeched at the shadow. It came closer to the light. The dream became a blur. He couldn't make out the person that was chasing him.

He awoke in his bed at the sight of the professor across from him. Charles looked at him worried at his reaction to his nightmare. "Are you alright?", he asked. He watched the boy pause for a moment, collecting his words together. "Yeah, I'm fine.", Peter answered. He tired to his opened bedroom door. "Why are you in my room?" Peter felt as if her was being watched in his sleep.

Peter's attitude was back. Charles could tell that the boy already seemed better. "I'm in here because your screaming was disturbing some of the younger students. They wanted me to check on you.", Charles explained. Peter sat up in his bed. He nodded in agreement. 'Fine. I guess that's less weird when you say it like that.' He thought.

     'I'm glad you think that, Peter.' The professor's voice echoed through his mind. At times, Peter genuinely forgot about how many telepaths that there were.

When Charles left the room, Peter laid back down. He stared up at the celling. The blank white painted ceiling. He cringed at the fear of not running away from.... his fears. He remembered the childhood memories of his mom yelling at him. She used to yell at him about being a mutant and how he could use his powers for any reason in public.