It was a bright Sunday morning that Charles Xavier received his message. Or rather, he heard it.
The chess board in front of me reminded me of Erik. When he left, it was his turn to move. Oh he moved alright. Creating the Brotherhood and telling mutants that we are the dominant ones and that humans should fear us.
"Help. Please, whoever's there, help,"a voice rings in my head. It repeats one more time before the plea fades out.
"Storm,Logan,Scott, come immediately." I call out mentally.
"Professor, what's wrong?" Storm asks as she and the rest enter my office.
"A few minutes ago did any of you feel a strange presence in the back of your mind?"
They nod uneasily, as I stare at them.
"I received a distress call from a mutant nearby who is in trouble. I want you three to help the mutant. Am I clear?"
"Yes Professor," Storm and Scott say. Logan grunts an affirmative.
-Hello! Promise I will update the other story soon!