The Boy With The Red Sunglasses

Evelyn James is just an average teenage girl - clever, relatively popular, friendly. But after the unbelievable events of her prom night, she manages to fall into more and more trouble, and there is only one person who understands - the boy with the red sunglasses.

*Basically, an X-Men fanfic set in present day, explaining Scott's first experiences with his mutation and the X-Men. I've been told it makes total sense even if you don't know anything about X-Men! So, please check it out. :)*


13. x (Scott's POV)

**My second chapter from Scott’s POV**


I head straight for my bunk when I get to the orphanage after walking Evelyn home. I collapse onto the hard mattress and sigh heavily. It's been a long day. I take out my phone and type a text to Evelyn.

I promise we can get through this. Together. Scott x

Before I can press 'Send', my phone is slapped out of my hands. I take a deep breath to prepare myself for facing the assholes that I live with. I sit up and notice them all gathered around the foot of my bed.
"We know what you are, Mutey!" One of the older boys, Jake yells.
"Mr Trafford told Jake that if you ever use your eyes here, he's chucking you out on the street." George, a younger boy, chimes in.
"Great," I say sarcastically and lie back down again on the dusty pillow.
"No way, freak. We're getting you out of here tonight." I feel Jake's hand clasp around my arm, I try desperately to release myself, but it's no good; he's too strong.
Next, I am dragged off the mattress and fall to the floor. I wince as the pain from my already bruised ribs hits me. Two boys grab my shoulders now, and drag me to the end of the bed, where the rest of them are crowded around. They then throw me against the metal bars at the end of the bed.
"Hey guys!" Jake calls. "Who wants to play 'kick the mutant until he uses his disgusting ability'?" The boys cheer and Jake crouches down in front of me and stares into my face.
"Now," he says calmly. "We can do this my way - which involves a world of pain for you - or the easy way. As much as I'd love to beat the crap out of you, I'm giving you a chance, freak. If you show your pathetic mutant ability now, we won't hurt you. If you don't, I'll let the boys do whatever they want to you" A disgusting smile creep onto his face. "What do you say?"
"You're not even worth the effort." I hiss. He sighs dramatically.
"Fine, my way it is then." He quickly snatches my glasses from my face, leaving me blind. There is a second of near silence, giving me no clue what may be happening around me, before the first kick impacts my chest. I curl over and grit my teeth - I can't let them know what they're doing is hurting me.
"Come on, Mutey." I hear Jake's voice above me. He kicks me again. I hear the bedstead creak as he lowers himself to lean on it beside me and whisper "All you have to do is open your eyes."
"Screw you!" I spit. I throw my fist out towards where my senses tell me he is perched. I feel a hard impact and Jake shout out in surprise. Bingo!
"What the hell do you think you're doing, freak?!" He yells, taking hold of my wrist. He ties what I can only assume is a neck tie around it, before weaving it through the bars behind me and taking and securing my other wrist.
"Big mistake!" He growls, kicking me after each word.
"Open your eyes, freak!" One boy calls.
"Yeah, get your ass out of our home, mutant!" Another shouts.
I feel more impacts on my chest and abdomen now. Due to the fact the kicks come from numerous angles, I know the other boys have joined Jake's assault. The pain becomes excruciating and I bring my knees up in front of me to shield myself. It's not use, they just target my sides I instead. I moan in pain and immediately regret it.
"Awww. Have we hurt the poor mutant?" Jake calls mockingly. "Should we leave him alone to get better?" The boys laugh. The assault has temporarily stopped, emphasizing the pain that throbs through my body. I feel Jake next to me again now.
"You make me sick. You... Things! You're the scum of the earth. You don't deserve to live!" He hisses. By things, I assume he means mutants. I suddenly feel his fist impact on my face. I am starting to feel weak now. My mind focuses on getting out of here, my hands working furious behind me to relieve the knots that restrain them.
The kicking begins again. The near unbearable pain pulls my mind from my task. I shout out which makes the group of boys surrounding me laugh. How is it possible for people - for kids - to be this vile? The kicks continue for what feels like an eternity until I hear Jake speak up again.
"Stop." He orders. The attack ceases. "If he's too much of a coward to open his eyes himself, we'll do it for him!"
Oh shit! My hands work harder behind me now, finding a loop, pulling, twisting.
"Hold him still!" Jake commands. I hear footsteps approach me and then numerous hands pin me down, I try to free myself, but there's just too many. "I'm giving you one last chance," Jake's whisper beside me makes me jump slightly. "Open your eyes."
"I hope you rot in this place." I growl. He laughs.
"Aww. Look at the mutant trying to be tough!" The others all echo his laugh. "You won't last a second on the street, they'll eat you alive. And I personally can't wait for the day when we hear the news that 'poor Scott Summers died too young'."
Got it! I feel the tie loosening from my wrists. Two strong hands push my head back against the metal bars of the bed painfully. Hurry up, Scott! I feel hands paw at my face and I wrench my eyes closed, as my fingers work furiously behind me.
"Long live the humans, mutant scum!" Jake's voice whispers in my ear. I feel the fingers pressing on my eyelids and work even harder on the knots securing me. I'm almost there! I know it! If I can just-
The boys pull open my eyes and I watch the wall ahead of me disintegrate. Oh no! The hands fly away from my face and I hear voices cursing. My eyes snap shut. With one last flick of my hand, I'm free. I stand and run blindly forward, through the broken wall, and into the night.
"Hello? Can somebody help me?" I call, falling against a brick wall, my body weaker than ever. "Please."
"It's okay, Scott. You're safe." a voice echoes inside my head. Wow. Jake must have hit me harder than I thought.
"Hello? How do you know my name?" My voice is weak now.
"My name is Charles Xavier. I'm a mutant, like you. You're safe now."

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