Decided to change the previous story as I wasn't sure where I was going with it so have started re-writing Hope you enjoy and please review :)
Charles was nervous as the removal van pulled up outside the 2 story house he'd just bought. The neighbourhood was quiet, something Charles was glad about if only to avoid questions from nosy neighbours. Not that it would take much for him to make them walk away without asking any further questions. As it was, Charles was probing the surrounding area with his telepathy and coming up with nothing overly terrible from the minds around him. "You okay?" Raven asked as she got his wheelchair from the back of the car.
"Just fine." Charles replied, hauling himself down from the van. Raven gave Charles a hand as he pushed himself away from the van. He'd only been using the wheelchair for 2 months now, though he'd been officially paralysed for a little over a month and that wasn't including the few weeks straight after the crash where Charles had been in a coma. But he wasn't going to get into that now. Not when he'd moved here specifically for a new start.
"You're spacing again." Raven chastised.
"Sorry." Charles immediately forced himself back into the present, clinging onto the only mind that he knew better than his own. His son, David. David was his 4 year old son from failed relationship, one of many where his girlfriend had only been dating him for the money. As it was, she'd decided the money wasn't worth being a mother for and had run off as soon as David had been born.
"I'll get David inside." Raven stated, moving to the otherwise of the van to lift the sleeping child from his car seat. Charles silently sent thanks to whoever was listening for bringing Raven into his world. She was only 17 but Charles didn't know how he would have survived the crash without her there helping both him and David.
It didn't take long for them to unpack the van and bring the boxes inside. The removal company had kindly sent a few men with them to help with the move, possibly at a gentle nudge from Charles. Soon all the boxes where piled in the relevant rooms and the removal men had drove away with the van. This only reminded Charles that he needed to find a car for him and Raven.
"Pizza?" Raven asked as David started to stir from his place on Charles' lap.
"I want pizza Auntie Ray." David shouted, jumping from Charles' laptop cling to Ravens' leg.
"I'll phone it." Charles stated, rolling away from the two so as to get some quiet.
When he returned inside, he found Raven and David playing one of the now unpacked games Charles had bought his son. "Play daddy." David said, jumping up from the floor and looking at his Father pleasingly. Charles felt a jolt of sadness then because the game was set on the floor and because of his spine he couldn't easily get up and down. At least now without considerable pain to his still healing spine.
"Someone needs to start unpacking so Auntie Raven will keep an eye on you okay?" Charles hated the disappointed look that crossed his sons face as he said this but Raven quickly distracted David and the boy was soon pulled into the game again. With a sigh of relief Charles disappeared from the room and tried not to think about how much he missed playing with his son.
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Erik didn't know what to make of the removal van that pulled into the drive way of the opposite house. He definitely didn't know what to make of the teenager, kid and the man in the wheelchair. From a distance Erik couldn't really make out what they looked like but he could clearly tell that he was not happy about them moving in.
The problem with new people, Erik had always found, was simply that. They were new. Over the years, Erik has perfected his serial killer personal, meaning there wasn't a person in town unafraid of him which meant they didn't talk to him. These viewings only helped by the fact that Erik was close with some extremely nasty mutants. It didn't matter that overall view of mutants, while not brilliant, was no longer round up a kill because the hellfire club was too well known by most humans for them not to be afraid.
The hellfire club was run by a man named Shaw, who had adopted Erik after the death of both his mother and Father. He'd been raised alongside Emma, Amazed and Riptide and they were the closest thing he had to family, not that there's was a conventional family. No, Shaw was too interested in trying to wipe out humans for that and Erik agreed with the man.
Anyway, that was why he hated new people. Especially people who were more than likely human. Resolving to have nothing to do with his new neighbours, Erik walked out of the house on his way to the hellfire club meeting.
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The next morning brought about more chaos than Charles wished for. Raven and David had collapsed asleep on the sofa the night before while Charles himself had fallen asleep on the chair. This had caused him to wake up to a searing pain in his back, right above the point where his spine had fractured. The resulting pain caused him to involuntarily project to raven and David the latter of which woke up screaming and crying.
"David, it's alright. I'm so sorry." Charles pulled David onto his lap while simultaneously pulling his shields in place and sending soothing thoughts to his son. Raven disappeared and came back with pills and water, handing them both to Charles who sent her a silent thank you before taking them.
David had quietened down now but he still looked visibly upset so Raven suggested they head to the park for some fresh air.
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The night before had been boring, listening to Shaw rant about the inferiority of humans. Erik honestly though Shaw just liked the sound of his voice to much but it had gotten a few more mutants onto their side. Most notably a mutant 17 yearned named Angel who could fly. She'd brought along a few friends but she'd been the only one enthralled by Shaw's speech. The others had just looked disgusted at the thought of murdering humans. Oh well, they were probably too weak to do what needed to be done.
Erik had woken up late that morning, thanks to the late night meeting. This resulted in him having to take his early morning run at peak time so when he came to the park, he found it full of people. People that included his three new neighbours.
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"David!" Charles shouted both aloud and telepathically as the boy ran towards the play area. "Slow down." David did so, but not by much.
"You worry too much." Raven said as she pushed the wheelchair handles further along. "He'll be fine." Charles was just about to argue that a 4 year old running around could not be fine when David ran straight into someone. A very tall and handsome someone.
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Erik acted on instinct as he used the metal watch on the child to stop him falling over. The child stumbled a little as Erik set him back onto the ground before looking up at Erik with a wide grin on his face. "Again."
Before Erik could reply a voice shouted "David Xavier what do you think you're doing?" And Erik's new neighbour wheeled into view with the blonde teenager behind him. "I am so dreadfully sorry; David needs to watch where he's going." The voice had a clipped British accent, obviously from money and Erik immediately wanted to hate the man. He'd never liked privileged people having had to scrape his own life together in extremely difficult times. Except Erik couldn't bring himself to hate this man. Not when his eyes met those bright blue orbs and saw the kindness coming from them.
"I'm sorry I ran into you." David's childish voice said dragging Erik's gaze from the boy's father. At least Erik presumed he was David's father simply because both shared the same astonishing eyes. Not that the man looked old enough to be a father.
"Charles Penbroke by the way and this is my sister Raven and my son David." Charles shook Erik's hand then.
"Erik Lehnsherr." As Erik took Charles' however, the name suddenly clicked to a mutant Shaw had mentioned. One Professor Charles Xavier, genius in genetics, mutant-human supporter and the most powerful telepath in the world.