"Alice, why did you just have a vision of a man with a wheelchair coming up to our house?" This is more than a little concerning, as he was obviously human. Our house is a less than ideal place for a human to be.
"I have no idea, Edward, but we will find out in exactly ten seconds. I've already sent the rest of them hunting, just in case," Alice muttered, apparently annoyed that she couldn't find the cause of this man's visit.
As the doorbell rang, I reminded myself to answer at a human pace. Slowly, carefully opening the door, I saw the man from Alice's vision. He was bald, but unremarkable otherwise in appearance. What was odd about him was that unlike most disabled humans, he had the confidence of someone who knew they could take care of themselves.
"I can," he said. That was random. It's almost like he was answering my thoughts. I probed his mind, searching for the reason for his comment.
"It's rude to pry into other's thoughts without their permission, you know," he scolded. Why am I being lectured by a human on psychic ethics? It isn't like I can help hearing, I grumbled to myself, my irritation growing. My patience level was not helped by Alice, who felt the need to chime in, "Yeah, Edward, if you stayed out of our heads we wouldn't be forced to sing obnoxious songs or picture ourselves doing the deed to keep you out."
"ALICE! Stop picturing you and Jasper doing the deed!" I growled, wincing. Trying to ignore her and her disturbing thoughts, I turned to our guest. Wait, why is he wincing too?
"My name is Professor Charles Xavier, and you are, unfortunately, not the only one with gifts."
A/N: I do not own Twilight or the X-Men. They own me, however.
