𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

61 - [CX] Self-possessed

S E L F - P O S S E S S E D
adjective [self-puh-zest]

Having or showing control of one's feelings, behavior, etc.; composed; poised.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, fearing yourself and what you would inevitably do. The claws piercing through your fingers terrified you. Even though it has been years since you found out that you were special, that you had powers, you never got the chance to grow accustomed to it.

You stared at your hands, concentrating and hoping that the claws would retract and make all the strife go away.

You tried until you started to have a migraine... You felt weak and useless.

You looked away and stormed out of the washroom, burying yourself under the covers on your bed and crying into your pillow.

"Professor, I don't think she has got any better," Hank expressed and Charles frowned.

"Give her time Hank, she'll revert back to her old self-"

THUD! CRASH!

The Professor's gaze darted towards the empty corridor of rooms where students stayed. He eyed it for moment before starting to move along towards the middle of the corridor.

CLANG!

THUMP!

He flinched at the loud racket happening from a room towards the end of the hall, making him quicken his pace towards his destination.

As Charles neared the door, he could hear yelling and frustration from the other side. He attempted to use his powers to figure out why you were in such distress but you had a built a wall against the world outside, much to his surprise.

Charles furrowed his eyebrows and thumped on the door with his fist. "[y/n], open the door," He commanded flatly then glanced to Hank after there was no response to his words.

He jiggled the door knob but the room was locked. Charles slapped the door with his palm furiously, repeating, with much more force, "[y/n] open the door NOW!"

Just as you were about the kick the lamp on your bedside table to the floor, Charles' voice echoed in your head as it did form outside your room door. You froze with dread then felt a sudden rush and anger and rage.

You charged to the door and swung it open, pouncing on the first person you saw.

Charles gasped immediately, he was knocked off his feet and onto the floor. Your eyes were bloodshot, piercing through his soul as you pinned his upper body down on the ground.

Hank grabbed you with his 'beast' strength, prying you away from the Professor but failing his first attempt.m A couple of the senior students helped with the commotion, successfully forcing you away from the Professor and cuffing our hands with hand restraints brought by Hank.

You growled loudly, scaring the rest of the students that stood in the hallway or peeked out of their rooms. You had no clue why you were acting like this and a part of you wanted to take control... but for the most of it, you were liking the aggression.

You were ready to attack anyone who came close to you.

You clenched your hands into fists then started to pull our arms apart, to break the metallic handcuffs. Hank ran towards you and started yelling words to those holding you down. You couldn't comprehend what they were saying, it was the least of your concerns.