01: LOGAN JOIN US (ACT ONE:: Master your powers) ❝ He is the only one we can only consider❞
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THIS WAS THE BEGINNING....of X-Men. With the world discovering mutants living amongst them, it's been an arduous journey for the world to accept the mutants as equals. Some wished for them to perish and disappear like thin air with the government's help, only because they were capable of killing as many people as they wanted if they wanted to. But with Xavier's help to prevent young mutants from being hunted with no control of their powers, he opened a school.
A school to help others like him accept who they are as mutants and master their skills to avoid hurting humans.
Charles was seated on a flight of stairs. His attention darted to the pages of an open book he held in one grip. At every moment, his gaze lifted from reading a page to the students seated on the floor, engaged in the story he read out loud. The joyful feeling he gained from experiencing this moment will forever be one of the happiest memories of his life. To be with others like him but younger. He knew they were all special and had a reason for existing.
Henry, one of his fellow friends, peeked from the corner of the halls, silently listening to Charles read the book. An unsettled expression was written on his face, like he was concerned about something or someone. Charles grew aware of what Henry's news might be; He can read minds. Without wasting more of his time not finding a solution for this problem, he had to cut his session short. "I believe we will have to continue this on Friday. Be prepared for the questions regarding this Chapter; you are all dismissed."
With the students now scattering from the steps, giving the space for Charles to make his way down the stairs to Henry. Henry brought himself closer to him, sliding both his palms down his pockets. "Charles." He called, clearing his tight throat. "He doesn't listen, does he?" Charles sighs, removing the heavy, anxious feeling lingering in his chest.
"Yes. We need to help him. She won't recognize him, and we don't even know if she has seen him in a dream like him," Henry pleaded, following Charles down the hall in haste.
