New Divide

New Divide: 24

“No, I’m not going to ask you to move a pen, or a book. It seems that you have grasped the notion of moving small items and have expanded on this. The shield you created, is an example of this.” Charles said while walking down the stone steps which led to the front door. Beside him Margo crossed her arms over the black vest top she had changed into.

“Air displacement.” She mumbled thoughtfully.

He smiled and gave a nod. “Yes, if that is what you wish to call it.”

“I opt to because it sounds smart.” She confessed while reaching the end of the stairs. “So...I'm out here because?”

“What is the one thing you have wished to do? It is the one thing which I have always stopped you from doing.” Charles stopped by her side and looked to her.

Margo's eyes widened. “You're going to let me fly?”

“Let's start off small, yes?”

“Hover then?”

“That's more like it.” He said while nodding and walking forwards, she followed after him down the gravel path. “If I remember rightly, the first time we met when you were running you were desperately trying to kick off of the ground to get into the air.” He glanced at her, she merely gave a slow nod. “But I believe you failed because you were just relying on your legs.” He said awkwardly while she raised an eyebrow at him. Coughing he looked away and put his hands in his pockets. “If you use your arms, more specifically your hands, I believe you may achieve flight.”

“Use both, kick off and steady myself...” Margo trailed off thoughtfully. “Do I like...do a run up?”

Charles frowned and tilted his head to the side. “Perhaps, unless you think you can do it stationary.”

“But if I do a run up and fail, I’ll just be like a kite without a breeze.” Margo sighed. Charles just gave her a knowing look. “Yeah, yeah, I won't fail...you say that every time.” She mumbled.

“And so far have I been wrong?” He smirked and stopped walking.

Margo narrowed her eyes at him, he knew full well the answer was no, she didn't need to say it. Sighing she uncrossed her arms and looked to the path ahead of them. Patting her sides she sighed and looked to him. He just gave a nod and smiled encouragingly at her.

“Please don't go shuttling into the building, or through a window, or into a tree!” Margo exclaimed while darting forwards along the path. She hoped all three of those things wouldn't happen. Each situation caused her to become a little more fearful of flying.

“Use your hands!” Came the exclaimed voice from behind her.

Instead of continuing to pump her arms to cause herself to grow in momentum she struck her arms out behind her. Splaying her hands she pushed downwards. For the slightest of moments, her feet left the ground only to return and make her judder to a stop.

Turning she waved back down the path. “Sort of success!” She took to jogging back. “Please tell me I wasn't just imaging that! You did see it, right? Right?!” Margo said excitably while stopping in front of him.

“Yes,” he answered slowly and then realized it seemed he was saying yes to all of her questions. “You did it, just for a moment. But it happened.” Charles said confirming all of what she said. She let out an excited sound and clapped her hands.

“Can I try again?”

“By all means,” he gestured to the large open space around them. There was more than enough room for her to try, “Just as long as you're careful.” He frowned lightly, it just came to him. She nodded and looked around, she wasn't really paying attention to him she was trying to find the best place to do another run up.

Margo wasn't the only one who was struggling slightly to grasp onto the notion of flight. Sean had the capabilities, yet like her, didn't exactly fully know how to go about it.

“Now remember, scream as hard as you can.” Charles said while Sean sat on the windowsill looking down below him.

“You need the sound waves to be supersonic. Catch them at the right angle and they should carry you.” Hank explained as he stood on Sean's other side and looked up at him. Across from them the others where looking out of another window. They were more than interested to see how Hank's man-made wings would work while being strapped to Sean.

“They should carry me. That's reassuring.” Sean said distantly.

“Good luck,” Charles patted him on the shoulder and took a step back. Sean sighed and crossed himself before lifting up his arms. He briefly looked to the wings which he was being made to wear. Taking in a deep breath he free fell from the windowsill, and just fell. He did scream though it didn't amount to anything. Against their better judgement the others who were still peering out of the window laughed.

“You truly believe I’ll fly this time?” Sean asked while looking down at the huge satellite dish they were standing on.

“Unreservedly.” Charles answered.

“I trust you,” Sean said while glancing at Charles.

“I'm touched.”

“I don't trust him.” Sean pointed at Hank who was also up here. He looked a little hurt by Sean's words.

“Say nothing,” Charles leant against the railing and quickly glanced to Hank and then at Sean again.

“I'm going to die!” Sean exclaimed, it was after all a long way down.

“All right. Look, we're not going to make you do anything you don't feel comfortable with, all right?” Charles said reassuringly.

“Here let me help,” Erik said while putting a hand on Sean's shoulder and giving him a firm shove. Sean went sailing over the edge of the platform shouting at first, his shouts turned into screams and he was soon using his powers to fly.

“Erik!” Charles looked at his friend despairingly.

“What? You know you were thinking the same.” Erik smiled while behind them Sean went about sailing through the air.