Charles Xavier (Love Story)

Chapter One

Charles Xavier and Erik Lensharr both were walking down the street heading to (hopefully) their new recruit. Erik looked at Charles, he wasn't happy that they had had to go all the way to England for this particular mutant.

"Charles why did we come so far? What is so special about this mutant." Charles simply smiled.

"Erick, it's the most powerful one I have ever felt. She was even stronger then you. She seems to have very strong gifts."

Erik just rolled his eyes and kept on walking along next to Charles. Charles couldn't help but smile at the fact that he had clearly won this argument. The went up to a house with a red door and a white picket fence around the edge of the lawn. Charles opened the gate.

'Help me! Oh god someone help me.'

Charles froze. He knew that wasn't his imagination. A telepath was near. He felt the sheer power come from those few words. They seemed to be oblivious to what they were doing.

'Why won't they just kill me? I want to die.'

Charles realised it was a girl. Why would she want to die? Charles thought to himself. Erik put his hand on Charles' shoulder and whispered "What is it?"

Charles looked away from Erik and looked up at the house and whispered back "Something's wrong. Come on." They went up to the door and knocked. They waited for a few seconds until the door opened up. Stood in front of them was a middle aged man with a brown comb over. He was a chubby man and had many wrinkles. He offered the men a kind smile, but despite that Charles could feel from his brain waves he wasn't a very nice person. Charles looked into the mans eyes and slyly placed two fingers to his temple and let himself into this mans mind. He changed the mans thoughts and manipulated him into letting them in.

Erik looked at him in confusion. He had never just let himself into someone's home before. When he raised his eyebrows, with the unspoken question, Charles just looked away and carried on inside. Erik followed him in anyway. When they got in they were steered through the lounge and into the kitchen were a woman sat. The woman had blond hair and wasn't very pretty, she looked like one of those very stuck up woman. Charles immediately looked at her and said, "Where is she?"

The couple shared a worried and frightened look before changing there expression back to fake confusion. "Who?" They asked.

Charles couldn't cope with the anger, "The girl that you seem to have trapped here. And don't deny it, I can hear her calling out, she's scared she frightened, she hurt and she's here. So I'll ask you again where is she?!" Charles yelled at them. He didn't know why he already seemed so protective over someone he hadn't even met yet. His thoughts were dismissed when he saw both the parents' eyes flicker to the basement door in the kitchen. He made his way over and realised it was unlocked. He opened the door and his breath hitched at what he saw.

There was a young girl sat in the corner of the dark, cold, windowless room. He could see her hands chained behind her back to a wall. Her hair hung around her shoulders hiding her face. Her hair was like fire, a shining mixture of red, orange and gold. At the slightest of movements it shimmered and flickered in the small amount leaking from the open doorway. She slowly looked up he immediately saw the golden like eyes that shined. He let his eyes trail over her frail body it was covered in cuts and bruises that looked like hand prints. She was wearing a white tank top with some white shorts that were patchy and red with blood. And by the looks of things it was her blood.

Her golden eyes locked on him and in a second she was stood up with her back pressed up against the wall a look of complete fear on her face. When Charles took a step towards her, she pushed herself even closer to the wall. Even with all the cuts and bruises, Charles couldn't deny that she was beautiful. Her hair framed her perfect face. He knew he would have to show her they were the same to get her to trust him. He held up his hands like he was surrendering. He was showing her that he had nothing in his hands.

'It's ok,' he whispered in her head. 'I won't hurt you.'

She looked up at him, her eyes were full of shock and hope.

'You're like me?' She whispered in her head.

Charles smiled and nodded.

'Yes I'm like you. I won't hurt you I swear. Me and my friend are here to help you. Do you want us to take you away from here? Because if you want we can do that, and you'd never have to see these people again.' He said in his head.

She nodded quickly a small smile playing on her lips. She toke a few steps forward, only to groan in pain as the chains dug into her wrists. Charles quickly made his way over to her and saw the chains were to strong for him to brake.

"Erik I could use your help with these chains." Charles yelled out towards the door. While he wasn't looking the girl looked up at him, he had the warmest eyes she had ever seen. They were full of compassion and love. They were the kindest eyes she had ever seen. All the eyes she'd ever looked into were cold and full of hatred and full of greed. Greed for her powers. Charles backed away slightly making room for Erik as he came in. He held up his hands and the chain creaked until it broke from around her ankle. She leant down to look in shock. She couldn't believe she was finally free. She couldn't help but smile. Charles stepped forward and held his hands out to help her up. She gently placed her hands in his and he pulled her up. They looked down at there intwined hands to see that her hands had started to glow gold. When she took her hands away in fear they stopped glowing. Charles looked at her hands and took them again to see her hands once again glow. He looked into her eyes to see they were once again full of fear.

'Has this ever happened before?' Charles thought to her.

She just shook her head no. He gently placed an arm around her the flinch she did, didn't go unnoticed by him. When he saw her limp he moved his arm to around her waste, put her arm around his shoulders and pulled her body close to his to help her walk.

"What's your name?" Charles asked her aloud this time.

"Sandy..." She whispered. "Sandy Dale."