A chance was given
like smile of a star.
Wishing and facing
While days passes by
We're no longer the same.
And now that we're here
let's take a grip on the only chance.
Let me tell you a tale. A tale about a world really similiar to ours. But there's one difference, that makes it a different place.
You surely watched Spider-Man or Fantastic 4. They - with their unique abilities - chosen to fight in behalf of weaker ones. There are of course the villains too - using their powers to burglar and thieve. Of course those are only cartoons and movies, yes, but it does not mean they can't teach us some things. I remember that Spider-Man used to say: "With great power comes great responsibility."
When we have a gift - something that nobody else can have or do, we have three options.
Hide. Pretend it does not exist and try living as an avarage person.
Use it to get money, popularity or just to "rule the world".
Or... use it for right reasons. Use it to help, to became actual hero.
Why am I telling you all this? Because people I want to tell you about are close to those heroes. They have unique powers and they try to learn how to make good use of them. But it's not as easy as in tales - you can't just go on, put glasses and be Klark Kent, then take off the glasses and be Superman. It's not how it works in reality.
People, I'm going to tell you about, are group of teenagers who woke up some day and knew they're different. There were a man - a rich telepath - who created a school for them, aiming to help society. So there they were - bunch of 15-16 yr old boys and girls who attempted to be superheroes.
And at some point they failed. No... not they. They did great job on being the "good guys", just the world around them thought that all they want to do is to rule over "normal" people. And they thought "they're different, so they're worse. We should get rid of them before they will get rid of us."
It sounds just like some, for lack of better phrase, erroneous carrousel. But that's just what it is - unbroken circle.
That's the world I knew from a cartoon.
But to me it didn't mean much that it was about mutants. I gave it a second thought - yes, but it still was the same as if it was about regular teenagers attempting to high school.
Then what made me want to be there? I'll tell you. He did. He. Not powers or all those stuff, just he.
However this story never turned out to be one of these lovey-dovey soap operas with hapilly ever afters. Actually... I never thought things could turn out the way they did. Now it seems just the right way to be.
But, let's start all over. Some weird monk made me say even weirder stuff and then my mother died. Then I decided to leave, or rather run away. After some time I found myself in USA, and found out that the theoreticaly fictional school for those so called mutants... is there for very real.
I was mindlessly standing in front of the gate. Meter by meter I was assimilating the driveway I was planning to walk through. At that moment the distance between the gate and the doorway seemed deadly long, insurmountable. I tried to open the gate. The hinges let go easly. I entered the mansion's area. Even though I knew I'm stepping firmly and confidently, inside I felt like I'm walking wobbly. I was breathing deeply. but my breath was shaking like I was freezing. May it was december, but the winter was mild and because of lack of wind I didn't feel the cold.
I was in front of main doors now. Glass shimmered in the sun.
I opened the big doors and found myself in heat hall. I unbuttoned my jacket as my eyes wandered around.
"Hello?!" I called. Standing there with no one who knows about it made me feel like I'm a burglar. "Anybody's here?!"
I wanted someone - anyone - to come and defuse the tension that was creating between my mind and my heart. Fortunately seems like some angel watches over me, because Storm shown at the stairs.
"I'm coming" she said with a gentle smile. "Good evening, dear. What brings you to us?" She asked in her regular kind tone. I knew a lot about people living at this school from cartoon, so I didn't have to think to recognize her. Ororo Monroe - Storm, from Africa. Her look was a little outstanding. She was black, but her hairs were pure white despite she was quite young. Her eyes were bright blue, but somehow it looked natural for her. She was instructor at this school - you can call it a teacher. Her power was weather control, some calls her a weather witch, but she's far from being a 'witch'. She's rather a mother to all students.
"I..." I began then swallowed. There's nothing better than being thrown into deep wather when it comes to language barrier. "I would like to join the school."
"I would quess that" the white-haired woman laughed, but it didn't sound mean. I smiled hesitantly. After a moment Storm became serious, but still gentle. "But this is not a regular school for students that are good at math and writing esseys--"
"I know" I interrupped her a bit to suddenly. "And I know what the real school's mission is..."
Ororo put her hand on my arm trying to calm my nerves.
"So... you have a power? What is it?" she asked kindly. I tilted my head on a side.
I think she shouldn't have just come up with the question. I wish she wouldn't.
"I have non" I said low. There were awkward silence for a moment. I wasn't shy, but I knew I'm walking on a shaky ground. If they would want to, they could turn me down with my memory cleaned, may even send back to Poland.
"Then why do you want to--"
"Please" I interrupped again. "Just let me talk to the Proffessor. I'll explain everything... to him."
Storm was looking at me for a little longer, then smiled and reached out to me.
"My name is Ororo Monroe. And how do they call you?"
"Fallen" I shook the woman's hand. "It's nice to meet you, ms.Monroe."
"This way, Fallen" Ororo pointed at a corridor on my right side. She walked first and I was following her. At the end were quite big, elegant doors. Storm knocked and opened them. It began to dusk, so the room was a bit dark. Fire in fireplace was illuminating face of the Professor. He was about 60-70 years old I quess, but he looked younger. He was bald and had brown eyes. After an accident from past his lower body was paralyzed and he was sitting in a wheelchair. His sight calmed me, because I knew he's good natured and wills to help. "Charles, this is Fallen. She want to talk to you." Ororo interuped me.
"Of course" the Professor answered with a smile. "Please, sit down, child. Do you want something warm to drink? It's cold outside."
"I'd love it" I smiled and sat on a sofa that was closest to the Professor, and the fireplace at one.
"Ororo, please, could you bring us two hot chocolates?"
After a moment there were only me and Xavier in the room. Sound of flames was the only thing that disturbed the silence. I tensed again. I was worried if he's not reading my mind right then.
"At first I think I should say that I'm not a mutant. But I'll do anything for you to let me stay here" I rest my elbows on knees letting my hands hang on in air. "Anything" I repeated, maybe more to myself. "If I won't make it... I'll be officially homeless. I have nowhere else to go" I looked into Professor's eyes. He was listening to me carefully. Even if he did read my mind and knew I have a house - not home - he surely knew that I can't go back there either. It wasn't a place that I could live in anymore. "I'll really do anything--"
Doors to the room opened and Storm carried in a tray with two steaming cups. She placed them on a small table. Professor and I thanked.
"And now, can you please let me and Fallen talk in four eyes?" Prof. asked.
And there were only me and Xavier again. I was holding the chocolate on my knees. The Proffessor calmly sipped. He was more serious then when I came here. I remained still. I've made my move on the chessboard, not it's his turn. He didn't say a word for a moment.
"You told me only part of the truth, didn't you?" he said finally. I opened my mouths to deny, but closed them as understanding came, that it's pointless. He scanned me. For the first time I didn't think it was wrong to burglar into somebody's mind without permission. Some girl, officially homeless, that is not a muant, that have no way to know about the mission of this school but does know somehow, enters it and declares she'll do anything to stay here. He had no choice, he had to scan me, otherwise he would fail as savior of his students. Now, the only thing that stands on my side, is the truth. He'll appreciate telling truth. He always does, no matter how bad it is.
"I'm from another universe" I said finally. I had to force those words out of me, then, the rest, came easy. "Where all of this what for you is real world, is, or was a cartoon, a comic" I stopped to look into his eyes, but I couldn't handle eye contact for a single second. My gaze moved to the cup in my hands. Circles on the chocolate made it clear that my hands were shaking. "I've spent my whole life wishing to be here becaus of one of your students. No matter what I was doing, who I got to met... I couldn't ever forget for a single day. That my world wasn't where I was. It could have. But that world didn't include the one I cared about the most. So, I wished to be here" I felt that my voice began to crash. But I never had to talk about it out loud. "After my mom died I left my country. I... ran away. And when I found myself here I realized that... somehow the worlds colided. I know it from ten minutes and I'm so freakin' afraid that now, after all of this, I could just let it slip away. Please, Proffessor... You have to understand. No matter how self-pity I sound sain' in, I beg you, don't make me leave."
I wiped tears from my cheeks. I almost didn't notice when I began to shed them. I looked up at the mentor. Xavier was looking at me with a serious expression.
"I know I'm not a mutant, but I have some-- many informations about this world, that can appear to be helpful one day." I continued, as inner voice told me I have to pull out all ASes.
"Paula--" Xavier began. I felt pinch inside.
"It's Fallen!" I interrupped him. "I don't want to remember that girl anymore. Paula is a past, so please, let her be one."
The Professor noded his head, not even a little bit surprised.
"Alright then. Fallen... I wouldn't make you leave. There's no need to hide it; I've been wandering your mind and I know how desperated you are to stay at the mansion. Or should I rather say, to stay around Kurt" I made a small, innocent smile. "And I realize that in one way or another you two can gain a lot from each other. And you need a place to call home, people to call your family. A chance to take. So... I want to offer it to you."
"Really, Proffessor... you'll lemmie stay?" I was satisfied, relieved. I relaxed. The language berriere lost its profile, and even the chocolate began to taste better somehow.
"I will not only let you stay. I want to school you, feed you and will do all I can to make you feel at home. In shortcut, you'll have everything that a regular student of mine have."
I placed down an empty cup and ebraced the Proffessor.
"Thank you, thank you so much. You just have made me a better person."
"Pleasure is all mine, my child. Ororo will show you to your room in a moment. It's late, you should rest. Tommorrow you can ask someone to show you around and I'm sure Kitty won't mind going with you to the mall, as you need some more clothes. Of course I'll pay."
Storm entered the room. Xavier probably called her tellepathicaly.
"Fallen is going to stay with us. Please, show her a room to sleep in. I think the 18 would be good" the Professor smiled. Storm noded her head and I walked to her.
"Thanks again, Proffessor" I said before closing the doors behind myself.
As I walked those corridors I felt like it's a dream, but I knew it won't be over as the down comes. It will last, and it's only began.
Size of the room didn't impress me too much. I was set for the greatness of this place. I took only a short shower and wanted to sleep. At one hand I wanted it to be morn already, at the other hand I wanted this night to last forever, giving me a chance to think everything over. Many thoughts messed around my head. I took one of three empty notes from my small bag and began to write a journal. I think it's going to ba a good way - a place to talk things over, express my opinions, hopes and admit fears in front of my own self.