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Chapter 2

The glass shattered, but never hit the ground when it fell from the door. It was placed quietly on the ground by invisible hands. The lock on the inside of the door turned and the door opened. All without being touched. The dark haired twenty-year-old mutant man glided into the office, using his powers to make sure not even the soles of his shoes touched the ground. Since graduating Xavier's Julian's put his powers to use. He didn't believe in letting his telekinesis go to waste. It was such a handy gift. Specially when breaking into places and causing other crimes.

Julian's eyes darted around the living room until things started flying off the walls and furniture flipped over. He planned on making the predigest Professor pay for cutting him from his class. Destroying his house was just the beginning. The mutant moved to each room destroying everything in it like he did to the living room. The house was only one story with a lot of rooms. The house was dark, but Julian knew the teacher was still at the school, letting a girl in the class bring up her grades with a little "extra credit".

Julian glided into the hall that led back towards the bedrooms and stopped. A surprised look crossed his face as he saw several toys on the hall floor. He didn't know the Professor had a family. That meant…someone could be here.

Most of the doors were shut, so Julian ignored them and continued on to the only open door in the hall. Hoping it was the teacher's home office he entered, stopping in the doorway. The room was a child's bedroom filled with every possible toy you could think of. Standing over the small bed was a large figure, a knife glistening with blood in his hand. The man must have heard Julian because he turned towards the twenty-year-old and started towards him. Julian used his telekinesis to push the man backwards than landed on his feet. Julian turned and ran down the hall, towards the door.

"There's one coming down the hall." The man spoke to his partner into a microphone hanging from a device around his right ear.

Another man stepped out of the master bedroom into Julian's path, this one smaller than the other one. He grabbed Julian as he neared and slammed him front first into the wall. Julian couldn't see the man's features, but the man being used to seeing in the dark could see Julian's. Recognition sparked in the man's green eyes and he shoved Julian towards the living room. "Get out of here."

Julian stumbled to the floor and quickly got to his feet, running for the door. The man's voice bugged his mind and when he reached the door he realized why. Julian turned back to the man who he could now see since his eyes were adjusted to the dark. He continued to watch the nineteen-year-old unsure of what to say. When he saw the blood on the teen's clothes that showed through the open trench coat Julian decided against saying anything and ran out the open door.

Julian didn't relax until he was in his car and on the way back to the dorms. Guilt filled him, as he thought back to the teenager, hoping that what he saw had just been a trick of the lights and not really blood. He felt bad enough about what happened and hoped the teen hadn't become what he thought he had.

The clock on the car's dashboard informed Julian that the Professor should be on his way home and pondered the idea of calling the police, but than someone might be able to trace his cars cell. They would think he had something to do with the murders. There would be no other reason why he would be there. He refused to go to jail for something he didn't have anything to do with.

You do. His subconscious told him. Your part of the reason he's here.

Julian drove onto campus and began to argue with himself. "If he would have just ratted us out we'd all be where he is. Whatever happened to him after he left the school is his fault. None of this is our fault." He said trying to reassure himself.

His headlights poured over a brown haired girl wearing tight jeans and a purple sweater with a red winter coat over it standing on a street corner near the dorms. Julian pulled up to her and Sofia opened the passenger's door, getting in. "I just got a call from Sooraya. She said it was urgent that we come to the school." She looked at him with her brown eyes. "We should go."

"Did she say why?"

Sofia looked at the windshield. "Does she have to?"

Julian pulled into the dorm parking lot and turned off the car. "I'll be ready in the morning." He got out of the car and headed into the dorms.