Finally flying free
Ignoring the yells behind him he ran towards the window and broke through it. For a moment he was in free fall before he made a flap with his wings, those wings there where the reason he'd ended in that room in the first place, the reason for all those people gathered beneath him, the reason for his father's invention of the Cure. That morning he'd believed he would take the Cure. Believed that getting rid of his wings was the only way to be accepted but he had realized that his wings had become an integral part of him, just like your arms. He went home and started packing his stuff, when he'd finished he left a note for his father "Hi dad! I've gone to Xavier's school! You must accept that I'll always be a mutant AND your son! Warren!" then he left the house in which he'd grown up and started off towards the famed institute!
The school was grieving when he arrived; Charles Francis Xavier had passed away. But they still offered him a home, part of him was even sure that the young man he'd heard talking about not everyone having homes shot him a grateful look. He hadn't been staying at the school very long when he heard that the Brotherhood was on their way to Alcatraz Island. Realizing that they were on their way to destroy the Cure he quickly left and flew back to Alcatraz. Had he arrived just a second later his father would've died. Smashed to the ground. Still he couldn't resist sending his father a "glad I didn't take the Cure now?" look.
Finally mutants weren't looked upon with suspiciousness and fear. As he flew above San Francisco bay he noticed that some of the children playing below spotted him and waved.
