Knock. Knock.
"Professor …" A voice came from behind the door of Professor Charles Xavier's office. "Professor …" The voice said again, though this time opening the door a bit before speaking out.
"What do you want?" The Professor said with the same emotion he had displayed for days. He could have saved himself the trouble of asking, but he felt that the use of his powers would only make things worse. However, though the majority of his strength was focused on suppressing his power of telepathy, he sometimes slipped up, as he just did. Charles didn't have to ask who was at the door.
"You haven't left your office." Hank, also known as Beast, now completely walked into the opened space and confronted the Professor. The room was filled with the smell of spilt alcohol. "You haven't eaten or bathed in four days. You've drank well over the limit." Charles, drink in hand, continued starring out the window. "Professor, this isn't…"
"Do you think what you're doing will change what has happened?" Another voice, Erik's, jumped in. Beast turned around to see Erik leaned up against the door frame. "Well, do you?"
"Of course I don't." Charles responded despondently.
"Then what good will come out of this?" Erik asked, finding Charles's childish actions intolerable.
"I don't know." Charles answered.
"What good will come out of this?" Erik asked again, hoping for a more acceptable answer. He began to lose his temper when Charles acted as though he was incapable of answering. "So you're just going to sit idly by and watch. There is a war go-"
"There is no war." Charles finally spoke up, his back still turned to Erik and Hank and his emotion now anger. "It's over, Erik!" However, the anger quickly faded back to despair. "We have lost." Charles's eyes became red and filled with tears.
"And whose fault is that!?" Erik yelled. Charles's attention moved from the window to the floor. He could hear Erik's footsteps move quickly towards him, but then stopped at the sound of Beast's hand against the infuriated man's chest. "Erik…" Beast whispered.
Erik stared intensely into Hank's eyes and then exited the room, using his powers to slam the door shut.
Hank stood their quietly for a moment waiting for any kind of response from Charles, which he knew he would not get, before leaving.
A single tear escaped Charles's red eyes as he averted his focus back out the window.
The sun was beginning to set.
And the rain softly pattered against the outside ground, just as it had on that day-almost one week ago.
Hello readers! I know that this chapter is extremely short! And it doesn't get into much detail. But I want to see if this catches anyone's interest before continuing it. Please leave reviews and feel free to leave suggestions or things you think may happen or have happened or even things that you want to happen(I will most definitely take them into consideration).
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