Chapter two

Landon's POV:

I walked up to the door of the mansion and knocked on it weakly with my foot, Peyton was passed out in my arms. I don't what I would do if I ever lost her. I was about to knock again but then the door slowly opened. There was a blonde-headed boy in nothing but a pair of sweatpants starring sleepily at me. "Help us." I mumbled.

He took Peyton out from my arms. "Are you okay man?" I walked in and he shut the door behind me. "It's like six in the morning, what are you doing out here?" He said as I collapsed to the ground.

"Please, just help her…" I cried. Normally her body would heal herself, that was one of her gifts, but something was wrong.

"What's wrong with her?" He looked her over in his arms. A girl with long brown hair and an odd streak of white walked past. "Wait, wait…Rogue. Go get Jean." She came into the foyer.

"What?" She took a look at Peyton in his arms and me on the floor. "What happened?! She rushed over."

"I don't know, just go." He hurried her along. "What's your name?" He asked me, setting Peyton gently on the floor.

"Landon. And her name is Peyton." I slowly got up and went over to her side.

"She's freezing to death." He held her hand in his. She awoke with a gasp. "You're okay, you're okay." He soothed.

Her eyes fluttered around searching for an answer to some unasked question. "What did you just do?" I asked. He extended his hand out to me and I instantly felt the warmth return to my body. It felt as if he took away the frostbite. Peyton's eyes slowly slid shut. I lifted her head in my hands. "Something's wrong." I snapped.

A man with sunglasses on and a woman with long reddish brown hair swept into the room. "What is it Bobby?" The woman said. The man knelt down beside Peyton.

"I don't know. They just showed up at the door. I think she's hurt." The boy, apparently named Bobby explained.

"What happened?" The woman asked. "I need to know what's wrong so I can help her. Does she have a name?"

I stood up and turned to face her. "Can I trust you? I mean really trust you?" I didn't want this to turn out like the last time we trusted someone to help.

"Yes." She stated matter of factly.

"Her name is Peyton. She's my little sister…" I hesitated. " We escaped from this place where this company…this man performed all these test on us. I think whatever he did to her is killing her." As soon as I was finished explaining the man picked her up and headed down the hallway. "Wait, where are you taking her?"

"Follow us." The woman led me down the extravagant hallway.

We finally came up on a keypad locked door. It all looked too familiar. The doors slid opened to reveal a hospital typeset up. Actually it looked more like a lab. They took us to another lab. They were going to do more tests on us, on her. I couldn't let that happen. "What are you going to do? Give me my sister. You lied. I'm not going to let you hurt her." I pushed past the woman and came up behind the man holding Peyton. I spun him around by his shoulder. "Give her to me!"

He continued walking and placed her on a bed. "She needs help. We're not going to hurt her." He said. "Jean, I'm sure the professor already knows but I'm going to go inform him of our situation." He kissed her on the forehead before exiting through the sliding doors.

So her name was Jean. Alright, this Jean better not hurt her or I swear to God… "What situation? How are you going to help her? What is this place?" I looked around. There were monitors and machines everywhere, like some top secret testing facility. Similar to the one we had just left. It sent an involuntary shiver down my spine.

She hooked Peyton up to a couple of machines. A wire ran from her arm, two from her chest and two from her head. I hated seeing her like this. "This is Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters." Jean spoke softly.

"What so this is a school? This place does not look like a school. Is it a private school? So what. Would that make you a teacher? How in hell are you going to help her? She isn't some science experiment." I hissed.

"Kind of. When I say gifted I mean gifted. This is a place for people like you and your sister can come and feel safe." She wrote something down on a clipboard before walking over to me.

"What do you mean 'people like me and my sister'?" I snapped defensively. How did she know we had gifts?

"People with powers. Mutants. People like us." She lifted her hand and a white lab coat floated over to her. She grabbed it and slipped into it. "You're not as alone as you think." She smiled.

The Bobby boy walked in. "I was just seeing if everything was alright." He walked over to Peyton. "What's wrong with her?" He asked.

"I'm waiting on the professor. Maybe you should take Landon here and show him a room." She gestured to me.

"No, I'd rather stay with my sister." I insisted. I wasn't about to leave her in some stranger's hands.

Bobby nodded his head in a 'come here' motion. I sighed and walked over to him. He placed his hand on my shoulder. "It'll be fine. She'll be okay. You look like you haven't slept in days. I have some clothes you can borrow."

"You'll be the first to know if she wakes up." Jean smiled. I lifted my head in acknowledgment and followed Bobby to an available room.

"Here you are. I'm right next door if you need anything. I'll run and get you some clothes." He showed me around and walked over to his room. He came back in with a pair of black sweats and a gray tee shirt. "They should fit." He mused.

I took the clothes from him and tossed them on the bed. "Thanks."

"No problem. Now get some sleep. You need it. I'll have someone check on you in a few." He patted the door frame as he left. I shut the door and tuned the light on behind him.

I got dressed in the clothes he offered me. They fit pretty well. I laid on top of the covers and stared at the ceiling. I wasn't sure what to make out of this place. I wasn't sure if I could trust them. Even if I could trust them, I wouldn't want to drag them into our problems. I let my worries consume me as my exhaustion took over.