X-Men: (Young)Xavier&OC (Just Another Mutant)

         Chapter one

   I feel jittery, nervous - both terrified and excited. I can barely breathe as I raise a visibly trembling hand to knock hard on the door.

   The wait seems to last forever and I can feel myself growing impatient as I tap my foot relentlessly, my heart rate quickly climbing and soaring as I struggle to keep myself from throwing up all over the splintered door.

   The door opens after what seems to have been an eternity. Don stands, already high as hell, squinting at me as I push past him. Just from the smell in the air, I can feel that wild need beginning to sizzle away at my nerves.

   "You got the stuff?" I ask, entering the main room, ignoring the twitch of my lips as I struggle to speak. I notice a friend of his, Mike, sat and smoking something – something strong.

   "Depends," Don murmurs, entering the room. "You got the money?"

   I pull out three crumpled tens, two crumpled fives and a whole load of change. I thrust the lot into his hands, watching with horror as some of the change drops. I desperately fall to my hands and knees, scooping up the change before standing and placing it hastily in his hands. I watch with a heaving chest as he takes his time, counting the money with deliberate slowness that has me chewing furiously on my nails – nails that are already chewed down to the bone. It's more or less just the skin I'm biting through now.

   "Well, where's the stuff?" I demand frantically as he tucks the money away into his pocket.

   He turns to me slowly, tutting loudly with a slight smile. "Sorry Dakota – you're ten short."

   My anger spikes as I glare at him, slightly confused. "What do you mean? Don't play games Don – there was fifty there!"

   "Didn't you hear? It's gone up to sixty," he laughs.

   I let out a wild scream and launch myself at him – only to find my arms suddenly pinned behind me by Mike who had moved silently behind me, without my noticing – so intently focused on Don and that devastating need.

   "Let's make a deal," Don smirks, moving towards me. "You make us feel good – and we'll make you feel good."

   I scream, bucking like crazy as Mike twists me and throws me onto the couch, still holding my arms painfully – but this time he pins them to the couch arm.

   I can't help the burning tears streaming down my face as I kick out, feeling a spring from the couch stabbing into my back.

   As Don moves towards me, he begins to unbuckle his belt – and an array of memories hits me like a tornado, making me breathless and weak – threatening menacingly to resurface. I scream and it seems endless, ripping forcefully from the back of my throat.

   A loud bang suddenly echoes around the house and Don's attention is turned from me for a moment. I kick him straight in the chest before brining my head back into Mike's unsuspecting face.

   Freed, I jump off the couch – my heart going like a jackhammer as I attempt to control my revulsion. I don't even think of grabbing my money or the drugs from Don – instead I bolt towards the door… only to run smack, bang straight into someone.

   I scream wildly, panic coursing through my veins as I bite, kick, slap and continue to scream in an attempt to free myself.

   Someone's talking, but I can't understand the words – everything no longer makes sense, incoherent and blurred. I can barely see through my terrified haze of fear.

   More voices, several in fact – shouting and fast, confusing me further. I scratch at the person trying to pin me, dig my nails in deep.

   Then something hits me. Not physically, more like inside my mind. Without warning, I fall into blackness.