「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(209) Right Side

Charles' POV

A head of luscious auburn mane, properly unkempt with stray strands wandering energetically amidst the torrent of winds, very much contrasting to the tamed locks of Lynn I imagined swaying like elegant poppies in the autumn breeze. The reddish tresses entangled in a mess with the adjacent's green, a neon lime nearly just as vivid in the night as day.

Two pairs of eyes, one more ferocious and one plain devious, both glaring and each burning in their own hair colour. There was a fire of savagery and a glint of evil, simply torching the dark with their prejudiced beliefs of upheaval.

With all gang members and the abducted girl aboard, the half sisters readily piloted their stolen chopper away from the premises while we, and the array of policemen, could only helplessly watch.

I have them. Storm and Logan are down. Scott's alright but he can't see, Jean informed as the helicopter buzzed into the distant obscurity and all the guns dropped to the grass harmlessly.

Go get them. I'll be alright. No one knows we're here, I reassured and Jean immediately sneaked into the wrecked architecture through the back while the surrounding cops began to enter the rubble-riddled premises.

Before long, Jean emerged, duly ushering the incapacitated party of three back to our car. She had her arm clasped tightly around her fiancé, prudently giving him instructions that guided him along the rugged path. Unsurprisingly, despite with his eyes tightly shut, Scott treaded with certain steps, having absolute trust in his wife-to-be as he carried Storm, weakly conscious, on his back. Logan trailed along with a faint hobble, slowly limping, but by the time he arrived at the door, his body seemed to have recovered completely.

"What happened?" Jean probed gravely, starting the engine after she settled them into the backseat.

"Sabretooth had Storm when she was making an enquiry with the ticket agent. I had a shot but then my visor was taken, and I took down the station instead," Scott recounted, his cheerless tone clearly evidencing his frustration by how easily he had been rendered incompetent.

"And you?" Jean interrogated sternly, scrutinizing Logan through the rear view mirror.

"Nobody told me Magneto controls metal," Logan defended shamelessly.

"He told you that adamantium was not going to work in your favour!" Scott growled angrily.

"That's enough!" I snapped, instantly reducing the entire interior to silence that prevailed for the next few minutes before we wound up into the garage of the mansion.

Patiently waiting for Jean to unload my chair, I tediously hoisted myself into the seat as she assisted Scott and Storm out of the vehicle while Logan merely stood around, hanging a grudging expression on his face.

"Scott and I will handle this. Go see her," Jean urged with a kind smile, telekinetically retrieving a pair of ruby quartz goggles from a nearby cabinet and carefully replaced it onto Scott's face.

"Leave this to us, Professor," Scott whispered, the confident young man regaining control like his sight.

I smiled in relief, leaving the young lot and drove myself back to Lynn's ward. The large chamber haunted by a rhythmic sharp beeping was still smudged with little light as I entered, but most importantly to me, Lynn remained tucked neatly under the thick covers, albeit with some of her blonde threads resurfacing. Swiftly rolling up to her peaceful frame, there was a discreet crack that disturbed the atmosphere as my chair was struck with a slight bump and I looked to the polished tiles, noticing the curious item I had just ran over.