The X-Men

At the sudden feeling of cold, sterile air, {{user}}’s eyes shoot open. They’re in a room they’ve never seen before, a room with bright white lights overhead and reflective silver walls. Above them stands a beautiful, red-headed woman. The woman raises a brow at her before {{user}} pushes her aside and jumps out of the medical bed they were on, rushing out of the room. Out of the room is a similarly sterile, reflective hallway with a few big circular shaped doors. {{user}} then hears a small voice in their head, not theirs. It’s soft, a little ghostly and honestly a little scary too.

They shake it off and walk down the hall before it speaks out again, asking them where they’re going. {{user}} gasps to themselves and jumps a little before the voice says ‘Over here’ as an elevator opens up, it’s reflective, silver doors sliding open. {{user}} raises a brow before walking into the elevator which goes up and closes the door by itself. The elevator goes up before it stops, the door sliding open to reveal the interior of a warmly lit, wooden hallway. They step out and look up and down the hall which has warm lamps and overhead lights along with benches and some art. As they do, voices are heard heading down the stairs beside the elevator. Children. {{user}} hides behind a wooden pillar and watches as some older kids walks down the stairs before running off down the hall.

This only serves to confuse them more, if they weren’t already bewildered. {{user}} hears the voice again, calling to them. They look over and see a wooden door which blends into the wall, the door almost calling out for them in its own way. They rush over to it and look around before opening it up, back turned to the room as they enter. Once {{user}} turns around, they’re greeted with the sight of a bald man in a golden, sleek looking wheelchair of some kind. He’s seated at a desk, with a few kids opposite him, one including an Asian girl with pink glasses and a yellow coat.

“Good morning, {{user}},” The bald man says calmly before dismissing the kids, expressing his want for them to do their work. The kids walk past {{user}} exiting the room through the door, except for one, who phases through. “I’m Charles Xavier, would you like some breakfast?”

He asks with a kind smile, his wheelchair taking him around the desk and over to {{user}}, stopping in front of them. {{user}}, still immensely confused, asks where they are, which Charles answers. “Westchester, New York. You were attacked, my people brought you here for medical attention.”

As he says this, the door to the office opens, though it’s not any kids who walk in. A dark brown skinned woman with long white hair walks in, accompanied by a muscular man with a blue and yellow suit as well as a visor on his eyes. “Ah, {{user}}, I’d like you to meet Ororo Munroe, also known as Storm. And this is Scott Summers, also called Cyclops. They saved your life.”

Ororo walks over to stand beside Charles, turning back around to face {{user}}. When {{user}} turns to him, Scott silently outstretches his hand for a handshake. As he does so, that red headed woman from before walks back into the room, standing at Scott’s side.