Missing Charisma
A/N: this is my first X-men
fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own
X-men!
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“Mummy what’s a mutant?”
Little Charisma asked as she walked over to her mother gently tugging on her
mother’s shirt. Her mother looked down at her daughter in awe and with a slight
sense of panic.
Setting the cake she was carrying down on the table she
kneeled down to look her daughter right in the eyes. “Sweetheart, where did you
hear that word?”
Charisma swayed from side to side as she played with her
long dark hair. “Grandpa, momma, he said that he hoped that I wasn’t one. But
what is a mutant in the first place.”
“Nothing you need to worry about
sweetheart.” Her mother offered a faint smile. “You’ll find out when you are
older.”
“But momma.” Charisma whined as she looked up at her mother with
pout evident in her blue eyes. “I am three today, I am old
enough!”
“Later sweetheart.” She laughed as she kissed her forehead. “I
have an idea. Why don’t you go find your father so when can open your
gifts.”
Charisma’s face seemed to beam with joy as she skipped out of the
small house. Her mother sighed, her own blue eyes filled with sadness. ‘My poor
little girl.’ She thought as she watched her leave the room.
Charisma
happily skipped down the hall into a different part of the compound. She stopped
when she reached the steel hallway her delighted face dropping
instantly.
“Daddy!” She called out as she held the sides of her baby blue
and white dress. She tightly clutched the rail with her tiny hand as she made
the decent into the area. She many times over that grandpa had told her not to
come bother him and her father when they were working in the lab but her mother
told her go get her father. “Daddy.” She spoke again as she continued to walk
down further. Finally she reached the bottom, a faint light showing in the dim
area. Charisma slowly kept walking quietly sitting behind an electrical box near
an exit, trying to keep out of sight. She slowly peeked out from behind the box,
curiosity getting the best of her simply watching for long moments.
“Stop
him!!” A harsh yell frightened the small girl as backed up a bit. The screams of
the glass mixing with the shrills of the people scattering about the lab
room...
“Daddy!” Charisma screamed as she felt a pair of arms hold her
down on a cold metal table. “Let me go! Somebody help me!!” She screamed as she
fought against the person.
“Charisma, no one is going to hurt you.” She
heard someone speak as she popped her eyes open, frantically looking around the
sterile room. She was merely dreaming again about memories long since past. She
looked at the man holding her shoulders pushing him away from her.
“Get
off of me!”
“You may want to calm down.” A red haired woman told her.
“You were in a pretty bad car accident.”
Charisma looked down she was
covered in blood and bandages. “I’m fine.”
“Do you have a number of where
we can reach your family?” A man wearing what looked to Charisma like a goggles
for a cyclops.
Charisma moved a bit further away from them.
“No.”
“Do you know where your family lives?”
“No.”
“So
you-“
“I don’t have a family alright.” She snapped harshly. “So just
leave it alone.”
A woman with white hair walked over to he, kneeling a
bit to look her in the face. “Are you from an orphanage?”
“It’s not you
alls business.” Charisma spoke bitterly. “Now if any of you would be so kind as
to show me an exit, I really must be going.”
“I don’t think so, you were
bleeding quite a bit and I think you broke your neck.” The red haired woman told
her as she tried to examine Charisma again.
“Don’t touch me.” Charisma
hissed moving away from her.
“Why don’t you all let me speak with
Charisma alone?” The man in the wheel chair said, finally speaking up. The other
three left as he moved closer to her. “What was that in your mind?”
“You
were the one invading why don’t you tell me.” Charisma retorted.
“Do you
even know?” He questioned.
“Hey, you’re the physic so why don’t you tell
me, Charles.” Charisma told him smiling slightly.
“Well apparently you
are too.”
“Look things would be a lot easier if you would just stay out
of my mind alright? You have no right to enter any persons mind without
permission so please stop and please show me the way out of here!”
“Where
are you going?” Charles wondered.
“Wherever the next car I steel leads
me.” She answered as she reached for her bag.
“You are welcome
here.”
Charisma laughed. “No, I don’t think so.”
“I can help you.”
Charles offered.
“Believe me I am beyond help. It’s just best you leave
me alone.”
“You think that cause others have failed?”
“Like I
said, you’re the physic so you tell me.” Charisma spoke as she gathered her bag.
She scooted off of the table and started to walk to the door.
“You’re not
hurt?”
Charisma rolled her eyes before turning back to face him again.
“Apparently I am not, and in the first place it is not a concern of yours.” She
turned again and placed a hand on the door knob preparing to
exit.
“Aren’t you sick of running?”
She turned to face him,
looking blankly at him. He struck a nerve in her.
“Give me a chance to
help you, just try this out for awhile and then if you are not happy you may
leave when you want.”
She leaned against the door, sighing. She closed
her eyes for a bit then opened them. “What have I got to lose? Sure, why
not.”
He nodded. “Good, then let me show you two your room.”
She
followed him out of the room and into the long oak accented corridor. She walked
a few paces behind him taking in the grand scenery that was new to her. He
stopped at a door then opened it, inviting her in. It was a pale pink room ever
so neatly laid out. Two twin beds with dark pink sheets, like wood dressers,
desks, and doors, this would be her new home.
“This is your room.” He
told her. He pointed to the door placed centered to her left. “That is the
bathroom; I will leave you to freshen up.”
Charisma turned around just as
he exited the room. She gently placed her bag on the bed pulling out a pair of
fresh clothes, making her way to the bathroom.
‘Girlie.’ Charisma thought
looking at the pink tile all around her. Shrugging the thought off, she peeled
off her battered as well as bloody clothing and band-aids. Throwing them in the
trash, there was no way she could salvage then anyway. She made her way into the
shower welcoming the warm water that sprayed on her body.
This was a
treat. Trying to bathe in public restrooms with cheap clear yellow hand soap
could never compare to the exuberating feeling of the shower she was now
enjoyed. After washing the grime and blood of her life as a nomad, so to put it,
she stepped out the shower. She changed into a red tank top and tight black low
rider jeans. She sighed and looked into the mirror shaking her dark tresses out
then snatching them back into a ponytail.
She exited the oddly overly
feminine bathroom and then proceeded to walking back down the grand corridor.
Letting her senses guide her she stopped in front of Xavier’s door. She gave it
a few quick strong knocks before entering. She stepped in to see four pairs of
eye looking at her.
“Well I see you’re all cleaned up.” Charles told her
with a smile. “Charisma I would like you to meet Jean Grey, Scott Summers, and
Storm.”
Charisma nodded.
“Scott and Jean are the ones who found
you.”
“Are you alright?” Jean asked as she stood near
Charisma.
“Yea.” She shrugged confused as Jean was trying to take a good
look at her. “You looking for something?”
“No, I was just concerned
because of the extent of the accident.” Jean told her slowly as she backed away
from her.
Charisma turned her attention back to Charles.
“Have you
ever been to school Charisma?” He asked.
“Not to my knowledge but I know
how to read and write.” She answered.
“Well you go.” He told her handing
her this packet.
“What’s this?”
“Things you’ll need for
school.”
“School?”
“Yes, you will be attending school. Your
roommate will is in most of the same classes with you and she’ll be there to
help you. And so will we if you have any problems.” Charles spoke as he moved
out of the room as Charisma walked with him. “You are free to roam the grounds
but make sure you read the list of rules that I have given you. You do have a
curfew and chores so you can earn an allowance.”
“Rules?” Charisma asked
her eye almost twitching at the thought.
“Why of course.” Charles told
her with a smile. “Here is your roommate. Rogue.” He called out getting the
attention of the girl with the white highlights in the front of her auburn hair.
She walked over to them standing a few feet away from Charisma. “Rogue this is
Charisma, she’s new.”
“Hi.” Rogue spoke as she waved to
Charisma.
“Rogue would you mind showing Charisma around?” Charles asked
as he looked at Rogue.
“Of course not.” Rogue answered. She and Charisma
left.
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I
cannot go on! So tired, I have been working on this concept for months! Nice to
see it finally up and it’s my first X men fic! YAY!
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