I remembered this moment well when I was going through the database of memories I stored on it, it felt like it was maybe a couple weeks, or maybe a month since the day. The day where I met him, the man who could do what I thought was impossible, not drinking the yardstick of wine, but knowing. Knowing about my past and secrets I thought were buried deep, deep down never to be heard of or even touched upon ever again. The memories had come up to haunt me, rushing to me when I first made eye contact with the egoistic, near drunken man. Memories about my childhood, being a troubled teen and college had come rushing to the front of mind faster than the speed of light, faster than anything I thought existed. I could see him checking out the blonde with two different colored eyes, a girl that looks like she does not care what he thinks, like how I would care, when I first spotted him, it was for work but I could tell there was more to come with us. I looked both ways, like I was crossing the street, but it was a bar, either was making sure there was nothing or no one lurking around, watching me watch the man with the yardstick glass. Finally I took the steps toward him.
"Congratulations, Professor" I say with a slight smirk covering my face.
"Thank you very much. It's…its much harder than it looks, actually." He said, with the glass making near contact with my nose.
"No, I mean your presentation."
"Oh, my presentation, how nice of you, thank you very much," I could see a small smile brushing onto his lips, a small blush started to form on his perfect cheeks as I held out my hand.
"Moira MacTaggert," I said as he shakily grabbed my hand to shake it.
"Charles Xavier," He replies, as he started to let go.
"Do you have a minute?" I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest, waiting for his response.
"For a pretty little being with the mutated MCL1 gene, I have five." Charles stated with a cocky grin covering his smug face. He was smooth, almost to smooth, I could feel small jolts spark inside me, but I tried to ignore them. Also for being near drunk it was pretty impressive for someone to talk this way. "It's a mutation, a very groovy mutation. Mutation, right, took us from single-celled organisms to the dominant form of-"
Not wanting to flirt on the job I responded fast "You know what, this routine may go over great with the co-eds, but I'm here on business."
"What?" I could tell his ego was hit a bit from the tone of his voice
"I really need your help," I plead, sounding a bit serious with a bit of tension.
"Wh… what?" I could tell I needed to get to the point pretty fast.
"The kind of mutations that you were talking about in your thesis. I need to know if they may have already happened… in people alive today." I said with a face of concern on my face, which soon went onto Charles's face. I could see him put two fingers to his temple, most likely a headache.
"Professor?" I say, maybe the drink started to kick in with his thoughts. I could hear him take a big intake of breath as his fingers left his head.
"Something tells me you already know the answer to your question." Charles leans forward slightly, closer to my face, finally turning serious. "This is very important to me, and if I can help you, I will do my utmost."
"Thank you," I said with a sigh of relief.
….1 Week Later…..
I was reading my book, well almost reading it. I never thought people like this would exist, I though it was only in storybooks, or science fiction books. Somehow I was stuck in this too. I sighed putting my hand through my hair as I tried to read on when a knocking at the door disturbed my thoughts. I rolled my eyes, not wanting to be bothered, but either way I got up from my position in the chair. Anyway I got up and opened the door, not to my surprise I saw Charles their with a single white rose. On the outside I rolled my eyes, but inside I was cheering like a love struck fourteen year old.
"Good evening," He said with a childish smirk covering his face. "Your beauty is so great that I picked this out for you." He said handing the rose over to my hands.
"This is very unprofessional." I stammered, not trying to hurt him in anyway, but I could tell that was not really an option at this point. It was a kind gesture but I cannot do this right now.
"Well, we don't have to be professional all the time." I saw him put his two fingers to his head again, "Abracadabra." Then he disappeared from my vision with a snap.
"Charles?" I say as I walk out of the room, peering around looking for the foolish man. I then heard a whistle, and there he was on the guest bed.
Then the moment paused, and reality came back, literally it paused. I saw myself when I was 26 with my husband, Charles Xavier. Now it is fifty years later, the year 2012. I could feel myself turn over, away from the time accelerator and decreaser I got for my tablet it's also called the AD for short. I remembered that day well. Now I'm 76 and it has been one year since my husband's assassination. I remember that day, I did not bother to put that day on the AD, not wanting to put down my spirit ever again like how it was that day. It was May 12th and I was going for a walk with my husband, I could see the people staring at him in his wheel chair, staring in fear or shock. The weather was nice, so Charles and I didn't care what they thought about us. It felt like such a nice day, the weather was horrible for weeks and we had to stay in before it, so it was a great way to get out of the house. I decided to sit down after pushing him around in my husband's prison called a wheelchair. I sat down on the bench and I wheeled him next to me, I started thinking about our wedding, the beautiful day where I felt like the most beautiful woman there.
After I stopped memorizing about that beautiful day I decided to take a peak at what Charles was doing. I saw his hands on his face, his face being fully covered by his hands, I could see between the cracks in his hands though that there were tears in his baby blue eyes.
"What's wrong sweetie." I said with a hint of concern in my voice.
I saw him peek at me and take his hands off his face, and then I heard the words come out of his mouth.
"It's just the normal thing, the chair." He said signing toward the chair.
I bit my lip, knowing there was nothing I could do about the chair, the much-hated chair. Then I said the first thing that came to mind.
"Don't worry, you'll be out of the chair someday." I said with a fake smile on my face. I gave him a small kiss on his forehead then I heard it. A gunshot, I looked around and saw my husband with blood pouring out of his head, I started to feel fresh tears come into my eyes. I then grabbed my phone from my pocket and called the ambulance, but it was already to late.
I still cry thinking of that moment, but I will have to withstand myself somehow. I heard a knock on my door, so I decided to push the memory of this into the back of my head and get on with my life as well as I could. I opened the door and I saw someone I never thought I see at the door, a small girl around the age of six.
"Hello, can you please help me?" she said in a cute little girl voice.
"Alright sweetie, where are your parents?" I said with a polite smile on my face.
The girl then made a gun to her head then blew it off; I then gave her a well-deserved hug. The girl hugged back.
"You can stay as long as you want sweetie, ok?" The girl nodded.
About a couple hours later it was eight o clock, I fed the girl and brought her to bed and I saw her go to sleep. I then decided to read, relax a bit before I went to sleep, when I put down my book I then heard a noise, it sounded like something fell. I got up to see what happened, I just saw the girl standing in the hallway.
"Can't sleep?" I asked. I saw the girl's eyes flicker then they turned red and her hair turned white. I was used to mutants, but not like this.
"I know your secrets, your greatest wants, I can restore your doomed life." I then started to back away, scared but not scared enough. "You helped me, so I'll help you with your problem." The girl said, her voice sounded like it was possessed. The next thing I knew, everything turned black, then slowly matereilized, next thing I knew I was holding a gun and Magneto was standing infront of me, I remember this moment on the beach. It was the moment where Charles was paralysed.