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I narrowed my eyes at Garrett. "As long as we avoid the telepath. I'm never going through that again."
His face grew guilty and he looked down at his feet. "I know. I'm sorry."
I groaned. "No, it's okay. I've just been through a lot lately, you know?"
He grinned. "Better than anyone. So we're going?"
Reluctantly, I nodded. I wanted to find Andreas. I wanted to get answers, but I just didn't want to see the X-Men. My whole life I had been with the Brotherhood alongside Toad, but now I was kind of just in limbo; I had no idea what side I was on. Even still, I went up to my room and grabbed my old satchel that had been there since before I was arrested. I reached a hand inside and pulled out a polaroid of Xander and I, our foreheads touching as we smiled. It was winter so we were sprinkled in snow, but it was beautiful. My hand instinctively went to my short hair as I admired my wavy shoulder-length locks in the picture. My healthy cheeks were blushed and my eyes were bright. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I held them back.
I put the picture back in and slung the satchel over my shoulder. In the closet, I found my old black, leather jacket and I put it on over my shirt. I slipped a worn pair of grey Converse over my feet, slid my phone into my bag, and went back downstairs. While I waited for Garrett to return, I filled up a water bottle and placed it in my bag along with the pistol Andreas had given me. I didn't want to put the watch on quite yet because my wrists were still so sore. I did find some bandages and ointment in the medicine cabinet, but I soon found it was extremely hard to wrap them myself.
Garrett came downstairs and immediately came to my aid.
"Thanks," I said gratefully.
"No problem." He finished and looked up at me. "Ready?"
I put the remaining ointment and bandages away and held out my arm. "As I'll ever be."
He grabbed on and when I blinked, we were in front of the X-Mansion. It was impressive, I must say, but I was worried about what was inside. A few times when I was younger, I had gotten in a few skirmishes with a few mutants here. I may had pulled Nightcrawler's tail at one point when I was about ten. And then I may have gotten into a fist-fight with Shadowcat. That didn't end well. Nevertheless, we were here for a reason and I wasn't going to back down from it.
Suddenly, alarms started blaring from the sides of the building and my heart skipped a bit. I should have known the X-Mansion was heavily guarded. I looked at Garrett desperately, but he didn't seem phased. I jogged after him as he started toward the building, but before he made it, all different mutants came pouring out of the massive double-doors. Two approached me and grabbed my arms, holding them behind me. Two others did the same to Garrett. I tried to break free, but they were too strong and I was too weak.
A tall, muscle-bound mutant with black, spiked hair and deeply tanned skin approached us. He held up a fist and three silver claws shot out from his knuckles. It was obvious. He was Wolverine.
"Who are you?" he asked in a deep, raspy voice, holding his claws to my neck.
I froze, trying not to get my throat sliced open and replied with a quavering voice. "R-rylee Foster."
He barked with laughter. "So you're the Brotherhood trickster I've been wanting to meet. Why are you here?"
"I'm not- with the Brotherhood. We just want to speak with Andreas Barton."
"Likely story." He moved on to Garrett and I let out my breath in relief. I looked over at my friend. He looked far less afraid than I; more angry.
"Name," Wolverine snapped.
"Garrett Nixon. May we please speak with Andreas Barton?" It was a polite request, but he definitely did not make it sound that way.
"Logan," another voice added. The crowd of mutant parted and an old, bald man came through in a wheel-chair, Andreas pushing him. "Let me speak to them."
Wolverine's claws retracted and he stubbornly stepped aside.
"You wish to speak to Andreas? Then you shall speak to him. But be warned: make one wrong move and I will not have mercy." It dawned on me who this man was. He was Professor Xavier, founder of the X-Men.
The mutants holding us back let go and left with the others. Wolverine waited until they had all filed past him before he angrily followed. Professor X wheeled himself after them so Andreas was the only one out with us. Concern written on his face, he spoke.
"What do you need?"