Hi! Here is the second part! Please write commies if I should continue!





I carefully opened my eyes. Bright light penetrated me from all sides. I was terrified and jumped up. Cables and little wires were hanging all over me. I ruthlessly tore it off and turned on all sides. That's when I saw the man. He was maybe forty, maybe fifty. It was hard to say.

He was bald and was in a wheelchair. He seemed to want to hypnotize me or something. At least he gave me that piercing look. But I couldn't escape that look either. It was like an inner force holding that eye contact.

'You do not have to be scared! You are safe here! We take care of you! Stay calm. '

I heard a voice, but there was no one to say it. The man in the wheelchair hadn't moved his lips and there was nobody else in the room except him and me.It was kind of scary.

I looked around in panic in all directions. I wish I would wake up because this was a dream for sure. In a moment I would open my eyes and be back in my dark little cell.

'Sit down and listen to me, then I can explain it to you in peace! '

Yet again! I didn't know why, but I did what the voice told me to do. I slowly sat down on the lounger where I had been slumbering calmly a few minutes ago.

"Okay! Who are you and especially where are you and where am I here ?!" I tried to stay calm, but it took a lot of effort. Then the man said something and that amazed me very much. It was exactly the voice I had just heard in my head. It's funny, but I held back and first listened to his words.

"You are safe. I am Professor Charles Xavier and I am the head of this" school ". It is externally a school for the gifted, but in reality it is a mutant school.My two co-workers found you in a small forest and brought you here. You then received medical attention.

The voice in your head, that was me. I am a mutant too. I have mastered telepathic and telekinetic powers. I can move objects with my mind, read other people's thoughts, and put their minds under my control.

We'll keep you here for now as an old friend of mine seems to be very interested in you. But no fear! Nobody here will allow anything to happen to you. Especially not when you've got to know everyone and everyone knows you .....

Ah, there you are! "The man looked at the door through which four people had just come. Two men and two women. One woman, who also went first before the others, had chin-length red-brown hair. She was very pretty. She also looked very intelligent. She was wearing a tight black suit and nodded to the professor as she entered the room.

The other woman came behind her. She had dark skin but shiny white hair. She was pretty too. A lot. She too was wearing a tight black suit. Seemed like some kind of uniform. The man who walked next to her also wore this dress. He also had brown hair and ..... what was that ?? Weird sunglasses, but kind of like a laser sight or something. He looked very attractive.

Then it was like lightning struck me. The last one in the bund entered the room a little apart. He was tall and wore black leather pants and a black leather jacket. His face was almost animal. He had a beard, but only down the jawbone from ears to chin. In addition, his hairstyle formed, yes, to ears! They tapered to a point at the back and really looked like ears!

It was all impressive, but then I looked him straight in the eye! It was like a magic bond. Those deep brown, almost black eyes! Simply fascinating!

“You called us, Professor?” Lasergoggles were the first to speak.

"Yes! I wanted to introduce you to someone!" The professor pointed at me. I winced briefly when he said my name too. I hadn't told him anything about myself ..... wait a minute! He said he could read minds.

"This is ....." he hesitated, "Saiy! Storm, Cyclops! You have already made the acquaintance of her. But still for you. She will be part of the team from now on. Treat her well and help her wherever you can." can, please! I think it is very ..... valuable, because Magneto had held her captive for several weeks. She fled from his quarters. So! Now you show everything! Then come into the conference room! "Xavier stretched one out briefly Arm out. "Just a moment Logan! Please wait! I need to talk to you!"

I winced briefly when I heard the name. It was exactly the name that always appeared to me in my dreams.It's strange. Then I saw the one in the leather jacket stop.

"But I don't have much time. I promised Rogue to take her for a little jaunt!" he answered very harshly, but his voice was clear and direct.

Should it mean something that I saw his name in my dreams? We didn't have to wait too long for an answer.

But first of all, a tour was announced. Since Logan is a leather jacket, Cyclops must be the nice young man with that visor. He showed me around. And as so often before, my curiosity ran away with me.

"Say, I don't want to sound curious, but why do you have these fancy glasses and what is the name" Cyclops "? How long have you been here and how did you get here ??"

Me and my curiosity. An unbeatable team. These questions shot out of my loose mouth in a matter of seconds. All fear and uncertainty seemed to have been stolen from me.

"Mo .... moment! Well ..... these glasses, as they are called, are visors! My mutation is that strong energies gather in my eyes and unbundle in an uncontrolled manner. Laser beams! And can through my visor I control them. Otherwise I would keep shooting deadly rays out of my eyes, which even shoot holes in mountains. That would not be so healthy for my environment.

I got my name like this ..... times ..... I don't know either! If you as a mutant discover your strength and, above all, have to flee, then you just make a name for yourself. My real name is Scott Summers. But Cyclops is cool, isn't it? "

"Yes, but I think your real name is nice too!" I looked at him sideways.

"Good! You can also call me Scott. Whichever you prefer. Just choose it." He smiled at me and gently pushed me through a door. "This is our map room. This plate is the map. It can take the shape of any part of the world.Tell me where you come from The map will replicate the location exactly. "He looked at me and waited for an answer. But I was sad and thoughtful. I had actually always avoided this topic until now, but now an answer was inevitable.

"Well! I ... I ..... um ..... I don't know! But why are you here and how did you even get here ??" I tried so nicely to make it clear to him that the subject of home and the past in general is not an issue for me. I just didn't want to talk about these things. He seemed to respect it.

"Hm ... well, I was fourteen when my strength first made itself felt. In the boys' toilet at school. It came all of a sudden. It was a school event and I had an argument with my girlfriend at the time. Suddenly I felt one stabbing pain in my eyes and when I opened my eyes half-blind on the toilet, everything was red and the next moment the wall to the girls' toilet was no longer there.

It was a huge shock to me. I ran away from home and then came over here. The professor accepted me like his son. I don't know exactly how I got here myself. "

I just nodded briefly.

He paused and took a deep breath. Then he looked at me again. Something seemed to be going through his head. But this time I really thought it better not to ask any further questions.

After about ten minutes, which we spent rather in silence, we came to a large room. It was furnished after the Baroque period. Like an old castle room from the sixteenth century. There is old wooden furniture everywhere, long elegant curtains and a large oak desk in the middle. In the corners were ornate pillars, also made of wood. I was so fascinated that I forgot everything else around me and didn't really see where I was going until I smelled leather very close to me and shortly afterwards ran into something.

He was it. Logan. I ran straight into his cross.But he didn't seem to have noticed. I carefully took a few steps back when he suddenly turned around with a jerk.

"Saiy, am I right? I'm Wolverine, but I can also call myself Logan." He held out his hand to me. I shook it, but was completely elsewhere. Did he actually say "Wolverine"? It couldn't be! That was impossible! But I was a little afraid of him, so I didn't ask.

"Do you actually have a different name? Like me" Wolverine "and Scott" Cyclops "or something?" Logan looked at me from the side and looked at me interested.

"Yes! Yes, but it was just given to me like that! I didn't want that at all1 I never used it either!" I hoped he wouldn't ask any further.

"And how ..." he was interrupted by the professor who had just come into the room.

I let out a sigh of relief. That was close.

Relieved, I grabbed my chest ..... wait!Where was my brand? I had never put it down before! Somebody must have stolen it from me! Maybe when I was passed out in the woods. I have to go and find her.

Lost in thought, I turned around and ran out of the room. The others noticed nothing, because she listened intently to the professor who had started talking a few minutes ago.

I walked all the corridors and hallways completely disoriented. Everything was beautifully set up. But I was still only slightly fascinated, because I was looking for an exit rather than paying attention to the furnishings.

After about ten minutes of wandering around, I was standing in front of the large heavy oak door. I opened it and slipped out. I walked slowly along the gravel path towards the street.

When I had already walked a bit, I suddenly heard a noise .....