02: 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 (ACT ONE:: Master your powers) ❝ We need to get out. how do we get out?!?! ❞
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SHE'S DIFFERENT... Unlike any mutant Charles had encountered. Henry wouldn't agree more. Every mutant in Xavier's school is different. Some can be considered life-threatening. But with control over their powers, not so much different than they can think anymore.
"Who are you?" His low voice uttered.
Her connection with Peter means something. It's far too important not to ignore. Peter has never met her, but he speaks as if they have. Knowing an extroverted person like him, He brings fun to the students whenever he visits and spends most of his time entertaining himself in a basement.
Peter's entertainment is far more important than meeting a woman.
Henry remained behind the doors, and Logan was on the upper floor, treating himself to a warm soda. Convincing Logan to come back wasn't as complicated as he thought. But having him back at the school made it feel like Logan's decision was because of something else and not because he chose to help them with Peter.
Charles then placed the cerebro on his head, not to locate Peter's location. His intention was to be in a mutant's mind, hoping to gain any intel. Anything that may be useful. "Get out of my head." Wanda pleaded.
Charles subconsciously appeared in a white room, with nothing around but the young mutant far ahead. Her silent voice echoed in his ears, drawing him close to her small figure.
Wanda's fingers caressed over both sides of her head, pressing against her scalp as they curled. Her face was buried between her thighs, muffling words as she rocked forward and back. "Papa.." She cried
"Do not be afraid," Charles assured. "I'm here to help." He halts his shoes, kneeling on the floor.
"Papa.." Wanda's cries grew to the agonizing pain poking her head which created a headache. Her eyes squint, bearing with the pain.
