Professor Xavier was riding in his car down the road, some distance from his incepient school. He was having a hard time handling everything that was coming up. More mutants were appearing all the time, he and Eric were having severe disagreements about how to handle everything that was happening, and on top of it all, what few officials he had contacted would be no help whatsoever. Even the Justice League couldn't help him in handling his end of the so-called 'mutant problem'. All he wanted to do was help those pour people to deal with what was happening to them, but it seemed the world was bound and determined to fight him every step of the way. He wasn't ure how he was going to make this work.
Suddenly, he sat up. "Stop the car!" he ordered his driver. The car immediately came to a halt. Getting out, Charles wheeled his chair over towards the pain he had felt so strongly. The source was plainly visible: a young woman was lying in an alleyway, bleeding profusely from her lower abdomen, clutching an infant to her chest. Charles turned to his drver. "Get an ambulance! We need to get her to a hospital, now!"
Later, at the hospital...
Charles Xavier waited for news about the woman he had brought in. The doctor soon came out to see him.
"Professor, a word."
"Yes, Doctor, how is she?"
"The little girl is fine and healthy, but her mother...we did all we could, Professor, but she's too far gone. She won't make it."
"I see..."
"She's asking for you."
"She is? But I only just met her-"
"She asked to see the one who found her and tried to help. She doesn't have much time left, so you should hurry."
"Right." Professor X wheeled into the sick room.
The young woman lay on the bed, looking very wan, seeming to be staying alive at this point by sheer willpower alone. "You are the one who helped me?"
"Yes. I'm Professor Charles Xavier. You are?"
"My name is Arella. Please, I know no one else to ask. I am not long for this world. Please, take care of my baby."
Prof. X was shocked at this suprising request. "But you don't even know me."
"You were not the first passerby to witness my plight. But you were the only one who sought to aid me. From this, I know you are a good person. I know I can trust you with my little Raven." She reaches over to him, passing him the child.
Charles reaches forward, taking thechild into his arms. When he touched the woman's hands, her mind opened to him, and a flood of images hit him. Were his mind not so strong, they would have overwhelmed him.
The prophecy of Scath.
Trigon the Terrible.
Raven's fate.
The End of the World.
And overlaying it all, Arella's love and worry for her innocent daughter, the victim of this terrible contatination of circumstance.
Professor Xavier took it all in, and took the child into his arms. "I promise you, Arella, I will do all in my power to keep Raven from harm."
Arella smiled at him, and the light left her eyes. Her body slumped forward. The moniters began giving off a continuous beep, signaling her vitals had flatlined.
Holding the little girl in his arms carefully, tenderly, Professor Xavier moved to head home.
Suddenly, he sat up. "Stop the car!" he ordered his driver. The car immediately came to a halt. Getting out, Charles wheeled his chair over towards the pain he had felt so strongly. The source was plainly visible: a young woman was lying in an alleyway, bleeding profusely from her lower abdomen, clutching an infant to her chest. Charles turned to his drver. "Get an ambulance! We need to get her to a hospital, now!"
Later, at the hospital...
Charles Xavier waited for news about the woman he had brought in. The doctor soon came out to see him.
"Professor, a word."
"Yes, Doctor, how is she?"
"The little girl is fine and healthy, but her mother...we did all we could, Professor, but she's too far gone. She won't make it."
"I see..."
"She's asking for you."
"She is? But I only just met her-"
"She asked to see the one who found her and tried to help. She doesn't have much time left, so you should hurry."
"Right." Professor X wheeled into the sick room.
The young woman lay on the bed, looking very wan, seeming to be staying alive at this point by sheer willpower alone. "You are the one who helped me?"
"Yes. I'm Professor Charles Xavier. You are?"
"My name is Arella. Please, I know no one else to ask. I am not long for this world. Please, take care of my baby."
Prof. X was shocked at this suprising request. "But you don't even know me."
"You were not the first passerby to witness my plight. But you were the only one who sought to aid me. From this, I know you are a good person. I know I can trust you with my little Raven." She reaches over to him, passing him the child.
Charles reaches forward, taking thechild into his arms. When he touched the woman's hands, her mind opened to him, and a flood of images hit him. Were his mind not so strong, they would have overwhelmed him.
The prophecy of Scath.
Trigon the Terrible.
Raven's fate.
The End of the World.
And overlaying it all, Arella's love and worry for her innocent daughter, the victim of this terrible contatination of circumstance.
Professor Xavier took it all in, and took the child into his arms. "I promise you, Arella, I will do all in my power to keep Raven from harm."
Arella smiled at him, and the light left her eyes. Her body slumped forward. The moniters began giving off a continuous beep, signaling her vitals had flatlined.
Holding the little girl in his arms carefully, tenderly, Professor Xavier moved to head home.