Markers Must Always Be Honored

Chapter 2

I stood up as well as Dad walked over to me. "Be good," he said softly. I nodded. "Don't call me, let me call you. You'll be safer here, Blake."

"I know, Dad," I replied as he pulled off his wedding ring, handing it to me. I took it and clutched it in my hand before putting it in my pocket. It was a thing we did. When he went on missions, he gave me his ring for safe keeping. "Come back in one piece. I don't want to bury you too."

He gave me a small nod and affectionately tucked my hair back. It showed a cut and bruise where a couple of bogeys had already gotten to me, but it already looked better than when it happened earlier that night. Thank God for Dad's training. I leaned into the hand slightly before Dad turned to Erik. "I was never here. Blake showed up on your doorstep with the marker," he offered.

"Sounds like what happened," Erik agreed. "I'll show your father out, Blake, while Hank takes a look at that cut."

I nodded slightly, looking up at Dad. This could be the last time I see him. I wanted to hug him; to jump in his arms one last time before he left, but I knew it was a bad idea. He had an image to keep up. We walked out to where Hank and Charles were and I looked at my father. "Bye Dad."

"Bye Blake," he replied, nodding to me before he was led out. I turned to Hank and he looked down at me.

"Come on, you need to get that cleaned," Hank said when he saw my cut. I nodded slightly as he started down a hallway, motioning for me to follow. "Do I wanna know what happened?"

"Guys broke into our house for Dad. They found me first, and I had to hold my own," I explained vaguely. I didn't want to give them too much information and get Dad in more trouble than he was already in. You can never be too careful.

Hank nodded slightly and had me sit on a medical table. I sat down like he said, dropping my bookbag and looking around for a moment. The walls were white, and there was a large table full of medical supplies. They were prepared for injuries like this, and one's that were much worse. "This may hurt," he said, holding a small cloth with cleaning alcohol on it. I didn't wince when he gently pressed it to the cut, despite the burning sensation it caused. "So, what's your mutation?" He asked.

"I can make people do whatever I want," I explained. I didn't usually open up like this about my mutation, but I knew that everyone here had one. What were they going to do, call me a freak? "Like puppets."

Hank seemed a bit surprised as he finished cleaning the cut. He grabbed a small tub of cream and put a little on his finger before gently smearing it over the bruise and cut. "That's a pretty cool mutation, Blake. How long have you known about it?" He questioned, filling the silence once more.

"A couple years," I replied.

"Good. You've already got a little bit of an idea of what you can do," Hank said, pulling his hand back. I didn't really ever use my mutation unless I had to in a fight, like I did tonight, but I guess he was right. He pulled me back from the memory replaying in my mind when he started to speak again. "That should stop the swelling. I made it myself, and it hasn't failed yet."

I nodded slightly and got up off the table, picking my bookbag up and putting it on my back again. Things were gonna be okay. "Do I go to school here, too?" I asked.

"Yeah," Hank nodded. "It's better for the kids to know that they have teachers they can trust. Come on, I'll show you to your room."

I fell silent after this, just following after Hank. We passed a couple people on the way. One of them was a tall, strong woman with dark skin and white hair. She held herself tall and proud, but smiled and nodded to Hank when we walked by. After her, there was a couple. They seemed pretty normal except for the fact that the boy of them was wearing a weird visor over his eyes. It seemed to be glowing a little bit, but I didn't say anything. Not my business.

The last people to walk by were two tall, strong men. The taller one had long, blond hair and dark eyes. His mouth was held weird, his lips not fully touching, and I could see that he had unnaturally long canines. His fingernails were long as well, but that could've just been a personal preference. The shortest, on the other hand, had short brown hair, dark eyes, and muttonchops. He had a cigar hanging out of his mouth, and he didn't look like a pleasant man.

"Good evening, Logan," Hank smiled.

The short one, apparently Logan, glanced at him. "Evenin', Hank," he replied with a slight nod. We met eyes and I narrowed my eyes slightly. He broke it as he pulled the cigar from his lips and puffed out smoke.

"People can smoke in here?" I asked.

"No, but you don't take smoking from Logan," Hank answered before opening a door. "This is your room."

I walked in and glanced around. It was a nice little room with a twin bed, a desk, and an empty dresser. I put my bag down on the bed and walked over to the window, pulling back the blinds slightly. I was on the second story; perfect. Not too high for me to not jump from, but high enough to give me a warning if someone was climbing up it. "Thank you," I said, nodding to the doctor still standing at the door. He nodded back.

"Classes start at 8 am tomorrow," he said to me. "Go to Xavier's office for your schedule. It's right down the hall from their room."

"I will," I promised before nodding for him to close the door. I took a deep breath and unpacked the limited stuff I had into the dresser. I had a week's worth of clothes, tee shirts and jeans, along with the clothes on my back. I also had a picture of Mom, Dad and I when I was about 10, so I sat that on the nightstand beside the bed. We were at the beach. It was a good memory. The last thing I had was a switchblade with my name carved into it, which I hid in my nightstand. Couldn't have anyone knowing I had weapons on school campus.

After I got everything set up, I grabbed my pajamas and walked into the bathroom, showering quickly so I didn't go to bed soaked with rainwater. There was hot water, which was a blessing in itself, but they also had a fresh toothbrush, along with a hairbrush. They gave me basic necessities that I didn't have space for in my bag. I really appreciated that.

Maybe my stay here won't be too awful.

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