Freya: Wild

I step off the train and look around. The repairs are going well; after some mutant destroyed the place with his laser eyes, which had been all over the news, the place had been shelling out money for a new ceiling and chairs, and whatnot.

There's one man, in particular, that stands out from the crowd. He's in a leather jacket, and he has wicked side burns. He looks like an animal, but he's handsome too. He's looking around for someone. Out of curiosity I wonder who... Probably someone with a family; someone completely the opposite of me.

I'm staying out of the way of everyone, but I can't keep from peeking back at him. His gaze sifts to me, and his eyes narrow. I'm embarrassed, and look away quickly, beginning to walk away.

"Hey, kid," a rough voice says behind me. I turn around, and it's the wild, animal-looking guy.

"I'm sorry, sir. I think you have the wrong kid," I say quietly, turning away again.

"Are you looking for Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?" he asks.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"You're the right kid. Come on, I'll take you there," he says, grabbing my arm.

"Let go of me," I say, trying to jerk my arm from his grasp. He's incredibly strong though, and I'm afraid I might break it, or dislocate my shoulder if I try any harder.

"Look, mister. I don't know you, and I don't appreciate you gripping my arm so tight!"I say a little louder than I'd planned. The people are beginning to stare at us.

"Fine," He says letting go.

"Thank you. Now, you never answered my question. How did you know I'm looking for that school?"

"Because it's no ordinary school. We'll explain everything to you when we get there, okay?" he says, softening his tone a little and attempting to smile kindly.

"Whose 'we'?"

"Why do you ask so many damn questions, kid?"

"I don't know. It's just who I am," I tell him quietly, my voice barely a whisper. He's able to hear me perfectly, though...

I let the strange man lead me to the parking lot, thinking if worse comes to worse, I can imagine him chained to the rail road tracks like in the cartoons, or imagine myself free.

He opens the door to a nice, silver car, and I slide into the front seat.

And the next thing I know, we're driving down the road, towards what I hope is the school.

"You should put on your seat belt," I say quietly, looking out the windows. "We could crash and you could go through the windshield. I've seen it happen in the movies, and they never survive."

He grunts, but takes my advice nonetheless.

I get the feeling he's been told something similar before, and something bad, obviously not too bad because he's still alive, happened.

Talking about a car crash had my mind reeling and whirring, and I envision a silver car not unlike the one I'm in right now colliding with a big, red semi truck.

The car swerved violently, and I realize we've just narrowly missed a collision with a red semi truck that ran a red light.

"Sorry," I yelp, terrified I might be in trouble.

"What for?" he asks, looking at me with curiosity.

"Um, nothing, I guess," I reply, remembering that he doesn't know what I can do.

Heck, I don't even know what all I can do.

Fancy wrought iron gates pull open, exposing a long, black paved drive leading towards a huge mansion. This is not what I expected.

The End

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