[center][h2]Andrew Wilson[/h2][/center]
He was about halfway through the comic book. All the FruitLoops had been munched and all the sickeningly sweet chocolate milk leftover had been drunk. The dishes had been pushed aside and the boy sat sideways in the chair. Just has be was turning a new page there was a soft knock at the door. "Mom?" he said absentmindedly, not looking up. The door opened to admit a woman that was not his mother, neither was she Dr. Singh, which was good because Andrew had decided he didn't really like Dr. Singh, she was too bossy. She looked to be in her thirties with short auburn hair, soft gray eyes and a wide smile. 

"May I come in?" she asked, sounding almost timid. Andrew nodded his consent and she pushed the door all the way open, stepping just inside. She introduced herself as Amy Carlson and asked his name, though Andrew was pretty sure she--like everyone else here--already knew his name. [i]She's nice.[/i]

"I want to go home, but you're just going to say that I can't. Why do I have to stay here? Is this an orphanage? Did you take me away because my mom works too much?"

Amy Carlson just smiled sympathetically. "That's a lot of questions Andrew. If you come with me all of them will get answers. We're going to meet the others now." She held out her hand to him as he got up, and instinctively he took it. Something about the way she talked reminded him of his mom. 

"Other kids you mean? Why are they here?" the questions continued to flow out of his mouth as she led him out of the room and down a long corridor. Amy answered some of them, and others she said for him to wait until they got to wherever it was they were going. By the time they reached the gym, Andrew had gathered that he and the others were here because they were special, somehow, and that made him feel sort of important. For a moment he imagined it was like being in Professor X's school to learn how to use his superpowers. If he had any. Well, maybe he did. That was another question she'd said for him to wait to ask. 

As she escorted him to the big table and helped him find a seat, Andrew realized he was the youngest of the group, although there was another boy sitting beside him who didn't look too much older, maybe a couple of years. Andrew flashed an uncertain, gap-toothed smile at him. He didn't have time to say anything before a brown-haired woman started speaking. Most of what she said went over his head. Something about two minds and being a new kind of human, it certainly sounded like something you'd hear in Professor X's academy. He looked around at the other kids--most much older than himself--and wondered about them. Did they know they had super powers?

Was this why he always got in trouble for talking to himself? [i]We've got powers.[/i] Andrew nodded, suddenly thinking of all the things he'd somehow done in the past without explanation. Changing the TV channel without touching the remote, seeing things without actually looking at them, the voice in his head that he'd always assumed were his own thoughts. [i]Two minds...[/i] Was that his thought just now? Or was it...someone else? It was something Andrew would think.

Lowering his head he whispered to himself. "What's my favorite color?"

The voice in his head answered: [i]Red[/i].

"Then, what's your favorite color?"

There was silence in his head for a moment, and then the thought said, [i]Yellow.[/i]

Then Andrew did something he really didn't want to do. While everyone else was busy asking questions he started to cry. He pulled his knees up to his chest and crossed his arms, sobbing softly into the crook of his elbow as some inexplicable emotion wracked his body. Great, just great, he had to lose his cool in front of everyone. They'd all think he was just some stupid little kid. There was someone inside his head and he couldn't understand how, or when, or had he always been this way? With the stress of everything that had happened so far, he just couldn't wrap his brain around it.

[i]Hey,[/i] said the voice, [i]It's gonna be okay Andrew. We'll be together, we've always been together.[/i] Andrew felt a little reassured, but it didn't stop the tears from blurring his vision as they spilled out of his eyes and ran down his cheeks. He bit his lip and sniffed loudly, trying to get himself under control.

[i]We're just like Wade Wilson, remember? We're basically Deadpool.[/i] This thought, er, suggestion, lifted Andrew's spirits a little. He wiped his face one his sleeve and stared blankly at the table. He consoled himself with the previous idea about having superpowers. He was fed up with this whole meeting though, after embarrassing himself by bursting into tears like that, so now he was just in a rather irritable mood. And this Dr. Lee person didn't seem like she was going to answer any of their questions directly after all. Grownups were so dumb because they thought just because the rest of them were kids that they could treat them like they were stupid.