Untouchable

Chapter 2

(Bill pov)

I slowly open my eyes, staring up at a pure white ceiling. From the corner of my eye I see a woman with bright red hair and a lab coat, her back to me. I realize that I am laying on some kind of table and my shirt is gone.

I quickly close my eyes again pretending to be asleep still as she comes back over. I feel a needle stuck in my arm. Without hesitation I throw my hand out, throwing her against the wall and keeping the needle dangerously close to her eye.

She looks up at me, her eyes wide in fear as I slide off the table.

"Stay the fuck away from me if you know what's good for you."

I drop the needle before leaving the room, walking through the pitch white hallways that always look the same. All the doors have this weird X shape on them before they open.

Where are you going?

I quickly turn around not seeing anyone there. That voice is different than the usual ones I hear.

"Whoever the fuck is there, fuck off!"

I pass through another hall, seeing all these weird leather suits moutned on the walls. They all have that weird X shape on them. I spot a black jacket hanging in a nearby closet. I pull it on, zipping it up as I walk into an elevator riding it up.

The elevator opens up in what seems like a fancy mansion. Everything looks very old money.

Over here!

I hide behind a pillar as a group of teenagers pass by, them all laughing and talking with one another.

This way!

Gritting my teeth I put my hands over my ears tightly, trying to block out the voice. I push open another door stepping into an office.

At the front of the room sits an old man in a motorized wheel chair. Several teenagers sit in chairs with backpacks by their feet and textbooks in their hands.

"Hello, Bill. So, I'd like your definitions of weak and strong anthropic principles on Wednesday. That will be all." One by one all the teenagers leave. One of the girls literally walks through the wall.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Charles Xavier. Would you like some breakfast?"

"Where am I?"

"Westchester, New York. You were attacked. My people brought you here for medical attention."

"I don't need medical attention."

"Yes of course."

"Where is the kid I was with?"

"Dipper is fine. He was in the library last I knew." I look at the door behind me as three more people enter the room. The woman from the lab, a guy with some weird glasses over his eyes and a woman with long white hair. "Bill, I'd like to meet Ororo Monroe, also called Storm. This is Scott Summers, also called cyclops. They saved you. I believe that you already met Dr. Jean Grey. You're in my school for the gifted. For mutants. You're safe from Magneto here."

"What the hell is a magneto?"

"A very powerful mutant. He believes that a war is brewing between mutants and the rest of humanity. The one who attacked you was Sabertooth."

"Sabertooth? Like the tiger? What is your nickname, Wheels? This is all the most fucking stupidest thing I have ever heard."

I turn to leave before I hear that voice again.

Bill, it's been almost 5 years since the accident hasn't it? Going day to day with chronic chest pain, haunted by the things they did to you and tormented not knowing who they were or why they chose you specifically.

I clench my fists angrily, realizing that the voice I had been hearing was his. I turn back to him angrily.

"How the fucking hell do you even know about that?"

"The walls you set up around you and your mind are strong but not strong enough for someone of my calibar."

"Just stay the fuck out of my head!"

"Give me a chance and I may be able to give you some answers."

"So what do you want from me?"

"Stay here and give me some time to help find the answers you're looking for and to understand what Magneto wants with you."

"I want to talk to Dipper first."

"The library is right out the door, first door on the right."

I push past Scott, walking out of the room and heading into the library. I spot him on a couch reading a book. His winter coat is replaced by a blue jacket and on his hands are a pair of leather black gloves.

"Hey, Pinetree."

He turns to me with a smile on his face. "You're okay."

"Of course I'm okay." I take a seat next to him. "How have these weirdos been treating you?"

"They've been okay. The one lady, Storm, said that she has some classes I can take to help me earn my GED here."

"You never finished high school?" He just shakes his head no. "What can you do?"

"What do you-"

"Come on. You have seen me throw people against walls without touching them and have seen me heal from getting thrown through a windshield. They wouldn't have brought us here if we both weren't different in that way."

".....it's hard to explain...."

"Can you show me instead then?"

"Sure...." He slowly takes off one of his gloves. He reaches for the plant on the coffee table in front of him and touches it. His eyes glow slightly as the plant slowly dies. He pulls his glove back on as he avoids eye contact with me. "......it's worse when it happens to people....."

"I see why you didn't want to touch me in the truck earlier."

"Are we going to stay here?"

"I don't know. Maybe at least for a little while so they can figure out why that guy attacked us in the first place."

I grimace, rubbing my chest as a hot pain flares up in it.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It just happens sometimes. I have to go talk with those guys about some stuff, but we'll talk more later, okay?"

"Yeah, sure thing."

I get up looking back at him one last time before I walk out of the library.