[comprehensive] refuse to forgive color

Chapter13

"Do you know what it's like to wake up and find yourself suddenly turned into a monster when you just got the news of the death of your father and brother?" Thea turned over and lay on the bed with her arms pillowed on her back, without thinking Asked for the elder brother's answer, he just paused for a while, and then continued, "To be honest, I really don't remember clearly."

Oliver reached out and patted her head.

Thea smiled a little nonchalantly.

In retrospect, her memories of those few days are always a bit chaotic and fuzzy. She only remembers that her first reaction was to stumble over to the dressing table, open the drawer to find the scissors, and unhesitatingly put some Amazing shoulder length hair cut.She didn't even care that her long hair was cut unevenly, as if all the fear and panic would be cut off with the "click" sound of the hair being cut, and nothing had happened.

But it's always just "as if".

Everything in the room reminded her that she was a monster.

She didn't dare to open the door, and when the maid knocked on the door and asked her to eat, she was vague and didn't dare to go out of the room—fortunately, her mother seemed to be in worse condition than her, and no one cared about it.She hugged the family portrait by herself, and she didn't know how long she sat on the floor of the room by the door—maybe it was just a few hours, maybe it was a whole day, until a voice suddenly sounded in her mind.

"Hello, Thea."

The voice in her head called her name like this, it was almost unbelievably gentle.

She even thought it was her hallucination, but she didn't feel scared, and even responded in a low voice: "Who are you?"

"Charles Xavier, you can call me Charles." The voice was unhurried, even with a hint of connivance to coax children, "I guess you may have encountered a little trouble. If you don't mind, you can start now Go through the gate and he will help you."

Someone talking to himself in an empty room—it just sounds absurd.But maybe that voice was too gentle, she stood up in a strange way—she had been sitting for too long, and the sudden standing made her almost stagger, but she still dragged her numb legs and moved to the window with some difficulty .

Looking out of the window, there was a man wearing sunglasses standing at the gate of Quinn's house.

She hesitated for a moment, and told the maid to open the door through the door.

A few minutes later, she heard footsteps outside her door, followed by a knock on the door.

"The maid has gone downstairs, and now I'm the only one at the door." She heard the person outside the door say this - it was a nice male voice, the tone was not too gentle, but it sounded inexplicably reassuring.

She took a deep breath, opened the door a small gap, raised her head, and met the man's face through the gap.

He was still wearing a pair of sunglasses inside the house, which prevented her from seeing his expression clearly.

He was not in a hurry to enter the house, and he didn't even look into the house, but just looked down - he was much taller than her, and even if he lowered his head, there was still a significant height difference.He thought for a while, then simply bent down and looked at her again: "Thea? I guess Charles has already asked you? Can I come in?"

Thea still didn't speak, but nodded hesitantly, and slowly opened the door a little more.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry, and patiently let her open the door slowly enough for him to pass through, and then stepped into the house.

Thea immediately closed the door.

When I turned around, I saw the man looking up at the wall and ceiling covered with withered vines, and let out a soft sigh of "Oh".

Thea took a step back subconsciously, her back pressed against the door panel tightly, and she bit her lip.

Then the man withdrew his gaze, looked down at her, and smiled.

He was wearing sunglasses, so his eyebrows and eyes could not be seen. Although the outline of his facial features looked handsome, he looked a little cold.But when he smiled at this time, he looked a little cute.

"I caused far more trouble as a kid than you did." He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm Scott Summers, you can call me Scott, or Cyclops."

Thea didn't quite understand the meaning of "Cyclops", and then saw him put his hand on the side of his sunglasses, and then two red lights shot out from his eyes, and the vines wrapped around the ceiling were instantly shattered. The cut broke, and it was shot again by the red light before falling to the ground and reduced to ashes.

And on the ceiling, it was as clean as new, as if the dead vines that were covered with it a few seconds ago were just her illusion.

Thea was almost dumbfounded.

"Look," Scott turned his head, his voice brisk, "believe me, you are really well-behaved, and this is not a trouble at all."

Thea finally showed her first smile in a few days-although it was still a little stiff, at least it was a smile after all.

Scott sat down on the ground, then patted the position beside him.

Thea hesitated for a moment, and tentatively sat down beside him.

Then he explained to her in a gentle and calm tone what a mutant is, what is an X gene, what are his abilities, who was the person who was talking to her in his mind just now... and even answered her question patiently every question.

"Awakening of ability is usually caused by teenagers or violent mood swings. It's usually a little out of control at first. You need to learn to control and use it." Scott said, holding out his hand to her, " Charles and Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters will teach you this, and if you want, you can go to the school and meet Charles first? There, you will find many peers like you."

Thea stretched out her hand subconsciously, but paused suddenly when she was about to touch his hand, quickly retracted her hand and put her back behind her back, her gaze unconsciously fell on the hamster in the cage beside her.

Scott followed her gaze and quickly realized something.

"Thea, don't be afraid of your ability." His voice was different from Charles' gentleness, but sounded extremely reliable, "This is the talent given to you by God."

Thea looked up at him.

Even if they were all sitting on the ground, he was much higher than her.

His hand was still stretched out in front of her, and even though her eyes were covered by dark lenses, she seemed to still feel the trust and firmness in his gaze:

"Of course you can control it, Thea."

She took a deep breath, slowly stretched out her hand to approach him tentatively, held her breath, and carefully touched his palm with her fingertips.

Nothing happened.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly put her hand into his palm.

The man smiled, held her without hesitation, stretched out his other hand to touch the top of her head, and quickly stood up and walked out.After walking two steps, he seemed to remember something, stopped and looked around:

"Before that, we have to tidy up the room."

Thea watched him clean up the dead vines on the wall of the room in a blink of an eye just like before, and then his eyes stayed on the hamster cage for a second, and then looked down at her for a while, seeming to sigh slightly annoyed tone, and then asked her:

"Where's the first aid kit?"

Thea subconsciously pointed to the cabinet next to the dressing table.

Scott quickly opened the cabinet door to find a first-aid kit, then crouched down in front of her, gently disinfecting and applying a Band-Aid to the wound on her knee—all in one smooth motion.

"You need to take a shower, change clothes, and eat something now. I'll take you to bury your pet after dark before anyone sees you—where do you want to bury it? How about the yard? As he spoke, he rubbed her uneven hair, and after thinking for a while, he added, "Maybe I should take you to trim your hair on the way back to school?"

Later that night, Scott took her to the yard to bury her pet, and actually took her to the barbershop on the way.

"Before I left, I knocked on my mother's door and told her that I was going out, but she didn't answer me." Thea returned to the prone position, "I thought the principals were kind old men, and when they arrived at Xavier School , only to find out that Charles looks very young, and looks extremely good-looking."

She had never seen such a pair of eyes—gentle and wise, those blue eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

"I thought you were explaining your experience to me," Oliver couldn't help interrupting her, "rather than bragging about how handsome your principal is?"

"This is not bragging, I'm just stating a fact." Thea tilted her head to look at him, "I know you are jealous that both Charles and Scott are more handsome than you. Well...Charles is also very rich."

"Honey," the elder brother looked over with an incredulous expression, "I think the most handsome man in your heart is undoubtedly me?"

"Honestly speaking, this question is actually really difficult to answer. Scott, captain, Charles, Tony, Bruce..." Thea counted the men's names with her fingers, her face seemed a little difficult to make a choice, but she just didn't Mentioning the older brother's name, "I've always had a hard time making up my mind who was more handsome, and most of all, the latter three are richer than you—I mean, much, much richer."

Oliver felt the veins on his forehead jump uncontrollably again.

"Come on, Ollie," Thea patted his shoulder with a very natural tone, "You have to admit that I'm not the most beautiful girl in your heart anyway, isn't it fair?"

Oliver looked down at her with a gentle and sincere tone: "In my heart, of course you are the most beautiful girl."

"Bruce said that too," Thea nodded and said "oh", "playboys love to say that, don't worry, I won't believe it."

Oliver showed a pained look on his face: "Sweetheart, I know that I have hidden a lot of things from you, and I-uh, I may want to continue to hide it, and I also know that last night made you very worried. If you give birth to me I’m so angry, I’d rather it would be more enjoyable for you to just stab me.”

"You finally realized that I was angry." Thea nodded again, her tone flat and unwavering, "This is really gratifying."

Oliver almost wanted to raise the white flag to surrender and beg for mercy.

But fortunately, even though my sister said so, she actually came over to hug him at the same time, leaned on his shoulder, and gently rubbed her face against his shoulder.