X-Men Imagines {REQUESTS OPEN!!}

Drugged Up Confessions {Peter}

A/n: I'm bored and I finally finished this oneshot and I was like 'fuck it, even though Jade hasn't seen it yet, she can just see it when she wakes up.' I also really like this one because it's got German in it and Pete's apparently turned on by it. It's gr8

People stared at me while they drove by. I was laying in a ditch on the side of the road, left for dead. Sure, I looked almost completely different from a normal person, but it was no reason not to do anything about a person stuck on the side of the road.

I looked different because I was purple, had sharp teeth, bright gold eyes, and a long, spade-like tail. Over the course of ten years, I had been experimented on, tested, and tortured in a lab with other people, just like me.

The only person I had really seen, was a man with curly, red hair and lots of freckles on his chubby cheeks. He had disappeared about a year ago and I hadn't seen him since then.

I curled up into a fetal position in a futile attempt to keep myself warm, since the winds were howling above me. I tried to think of when times were better, even though they were still kind of bad. I thought of my times in the Munich Circus with my twin, Kurt, or Nightcrawler as they called him back then.

We had been close, up until the time I had been bought by a man named Bolivar Trask. I was sent to his laboratory in America, it was one of the most horrible things that had ever happened to me.

I still had a slight German accent from my time in Germany, it had never gone away, nor faltered.

Suddenly, a car stopped and somebody got out.

"Are you okay?" An unfamiliar man's voice asked, in a tender tone.

"I-I'm alright." I sat up, sniffling. He looked really nice, nerdy glasses, a tiny bit of stubble, and a kind face. He had a yellow aura around him, meaning that he was happy.

"I-I can take you to a safe place, for people like us, I promise that I won't hurt you. I'm Hank McCoy, a teacher there." He said, putting a hand out for me to grab.

"Vhat do you mean, 'like us?'" I asked him, pulling myself up.

"We're mutants, I work at a school for mutants." He told me, walking over to his car.

"A-are you sure you are not going to hurt me?" I asked, following him wearily.

"I promise." He said simply, opening the passenger door for me.

I entered the car, trusting him completely, I could always teleport out if I wanted to.

We drove for awhile in silence, I felt quite awkward. He ended up pulling down a nice looking driveway with trees around it.

A few teens, about my age were hanging around the trees, smoking and laughing with their friends, it was winter, but they didn't seem to mind. They were all happy, a yellow aura around them.

Little patches of snow were on the ground, since it was January. The air was frigid and cold, ice covering the road.

Hank turned into a garage, parking the car right after, went over to the passenger side door, and opened it for me.

"Z-zhank you." I stuttered, getting out of the car, my long and outgrown hair flowing behind me.

"It's no problem. Now, come with me, the Professor will want to see you." He told me, walking out of the garage, out into the freezing air.

"Zhe Professor?" I asked, following him. He went up to a large, oak door and knocked.

"You'll see in a second." He told me, a happy aura around him, just like everybody else on the property.