The next morning the entire town was erupting in gossip, almost every house in the town were debating and discussing the horrific explosion at the Summers home. Friends of Scott and Alex were frantically calling them to see if they're ok but to no avail as not a single answer came.
The home itself was made a crime scene, with police tape and crime technicians everywhere, scrambling around to find the root of the explosion. There were technicians working at the mangled, destroyed car, which looked like it was melted by a volcano. The stone path was upturned with pieces of rock scattered around the yard and neighboring cars and houses like shrapnel. Almost the entire front of the building was lying in shambles around the street leaving a gaping hole in the heart of the house. The living room looked as if it were residing in a war zone in the middle of world war 2.
What made it worse was the utter contrast of the back wall of the kitchen to everything that lay in front of it as it had barely been scratched by the beam. This last fact baffled everyone whom were there as it seemed almost impossible to how it could've happened. Regardless of the implausibity the crime technicians, blood spatter analyst and other members of the forensic team wrote it down as they found it.
However, as a black limo drove down the street and slowed down for no apparent reason a certain impulse triggered in the whole team's brains. They were absent minded to it so much so that they didn't realise as their whole bodies froze in place, completely oblivious to the fact a similarly suspicious van pulled up behind the limo.
Outside stepped two men dressed in dark clothing, black jackets and trousers with matching caps and sunglasses. They're features were almost completely hidden from anyone, not that the workers could notice. One man was short about 5'6"
With gruff demeanour and side burns that couldn't be hidden as they were as striking as a clown at a funeral. The other man was slightly taller with a more civilized presence and demeanour heavily contrasting his friend.
The two men walked around the the back of the van where the shorter of the two grabbed a half destroyed stove out of the back, as if it had blown up similar to Scott's eyes. It was the same make and model as the one in the home, the man hoisted it above his head and walked into the house being careful not to leave a trace. His accomplice followed and removed the untouched stove that was there and similarly hoisted it above his head and placed it in the van. The man inside pounced out of the building like a cat, seamingly because he was tired of walking. Like a routine, the two closed up the back and banged twice on the side door of the van.
The shorter man pulled out a thick brown cigar while looking into the van's side mirrors. "Ororo hurry up! We ain't got all day!" The man shouted with a raspy and disgruntled tone. Almost immediately outstepped a woman from the van who walked with a commanding presence. Her dark skin was constrasted by a paltinum blonde mohawk that was highlighted in all the right spots. She wore a black trench coat, matching combat boots and trousers. She turned to the her partner with the cigar with a subtle look of distain as if he were an annoying family member.
"Code names only, Wolverine" she spoke to him commandingly with a hint of a wavering African accent.
"Whatever, hey could ya?" He asked nochalantly gesturing to his cigar.
"While that doesn't harm you, we're not so lucky so no." She said while a mysterious gust of wind knocked the cigar out of his hand.
"Seconded Storm" Called out the other man who was now kneeling down by the path, examining the damage and taking a same with a spatula and test tube. He spoke in a sophisticated snarky tone which was at conflict with his long black pony tail which hung off his right shoulder, he removed his hat and sunglasses while also putting on a pair of spectacles while doing work.
"You done there Beast?" Storm asked him in a more considerate tone while turning to him.
"Yep, light it up!" He said excitedly while moving over to the side out of the way.
Storm stepped forward taking a large breath and raised her right hand to just in front of her hip as her iris' mysteriously turned white as dark clouds circled the area. Sharp gusts of wind engulfed the kitchen knocking objects over each other replicating the destruction found in the rest of the room, small flashes of lightning replicated the burning patters and finished off the look providing enough ash and dust to fool any forensic analyst.
As quickly as the clouds appeared they receeded, the three of them then examined what they had done and stepped back into the van, upon satisfaction. Wolverine in a gruff and slightly childish manor jumped into the back row of seats where he lay content as he pulled out a alcohol flask and began having a jolly time. Beast jumped into the drivers seat in an ironic sense of poshness with Storm sitting to his left.
Over in the limo sat a fourth man in the passengers seat, who was dressed in a dapper charcoal suit. He was older around 50 to 60 years with a solid demeanour, he was bald and had a strong look on his face as he appeared to be concentrating hard on the crew working inside the house with his right hand placed on his corresponding temple.
"All set Professor," were the thoughts of Storm that were somehow radiating into the professor's mind. Once he was sure he let down his hand and watched as the forensic team immediately shot back into doing work as if nothing had happened. They were unphased by the massive differences around them as if they didn't know any different, going as far as to write down that it was a gas explosion that caused the fire and explosions onto their paperwork.
"Well looks like our cover is secure Charles, where to next?" Came the confident words of the similarly aged man who sat next to the professor as he turned towards him. He had a care free look to him despite his bergandy coloured over coat which came off as crap as the others' clothing. However his greying but still prominent ginger hair did offset that even only slightly.
His handsome smile did echo a sense of humour however with an infectiously optimistic tone overcoming the two.
"Well Erik I do believe it's time we pay our young friend a visit." Charles instructed gesturing for Erik to drive off. "Hank, Ororo, Logan you're services are no longer required, you may go home, we'll meet you back at the school later for a debrief, thank you." He somehow communicated to Beast, Storm and Wolverine telepathically while the limo drove down towards the Sheriff's department.
As the two vehicles parted ways Charles thought to himself about what was going to lay in the boy's future, what type of person will Scott Summers become now knowing that he himself was a mutant.
At the local Sheriff's department the scene was frantic as this event seemed to be the most important case that had happened in a long while. Officers, deputies and the like were estatic to find out the results given by the forensic team which were only seconds away. Unfortunately to many of them, all their wild imaginations and theories were rendered mute as the call came in that it was a simple gas explosion by an overheated stove which caused the event. Pretty soon after mere minutes the men and women whom worked there dissolved into their desk chairs and reopened case files of lost cats and minor muggings in a morbid sense of misery. After all nothing interesting happened in Bayville.
However, left twidlying his thumbs and soaking in tears that he couldn't wipe away was Scott Summers who had just spent the night in a holding cell. It was the most terrifying and grim experiences in his young life as the only others there was a young teenager by the name of Daniel, he remembered his mom complaining about boy in one of her classes by the same name who dropped out this year, who apperently was here due to drugs found on his person, which he said were the only things that got him through the day. Amongst a few drunks there remained a young woman by the name of Mia who took pity on him given Scott had to have his eyes bandaged up by a doctor who merely thought he had an infection given the story.
Mia was reasonabley nice to him, giving him a chocolate bar that she managed to get passed the guards. Despite this Scott could tell that she was scared beyond belief in the cell, with her being a prostitute that clearly wasn't planning on spending her life in prison, despite the lack of any real moral issue with her practice. But he couldn't think of politics at the moment as the only thing on his mind was where his brother was as he hadn't received so much as a phone call from him or Ronnie which had him extremely worried.
Suddenly a sharp clang came from the bars of the cell closest to the door, a guard had come to release Scott. After hearing his name he was directed to the exit by another guard and with the fierce clang of the bars as they closed behind him he could hear the woes of the people inside who didn't deserve to be there thought Scott. Especially given what he'd done.
As he was led through the station he distinctly noticed the sound of the street wither away as they passed the front door and carried on walkking.
"What's going on? Am I being charged with anything?" Asked Scott feebily as he remembered Deputy Dewolfe saying that he should be good to go depending on the forensic results. He had guessed that he may not get away Scott free but there couldn't be a procedure for this kind of thing could there?
He was placed into one of the interogation rooms judging by the familiar feeling of the chair. Upon sitting he sensed the breathes of two people sitting opposite him.
"Hello Scott it's a pleasure to meet you." Came the posh British voice of Charles Xavier who sat opposite him.
"Likewise young man" Came the slightly cockney North London accent of Erik Lensherr sitting next to Charles.
"Who are you two?" Scott asked confused as ever.
"Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr, we represent the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, which I am the headmaster of of." Charles delivered in a caring tone.
"That's that fancy prep school at the other end of Westchester, isn't it?" Scott asked confused as anymore would be in this situation.
"Yes the very same, and we'd like to offer you a place in the school." Erik said excitedly.
"Wait! My mom just died right in front of me and my brother! Heck I killed her, I don't know how but I did! And you're gonna ask me to join a school?! What type messed up people are you!?" Scott shouted
With that Charles placed his right hand on the corresponding side of his forehead. It caused something to spark in Scott's brain and within mere moments he could see right in front of him, everything that was in the room. It was as if the bandage were gone and his eyes were functioning like they should.
While checking to see if the bandage was still there and being bewildered by the fact that it was, Charles spoke up.
"When I said gifted Scott I didn't mean academically, it's been known that my school seeks out prospective students instead of the other way round. It is because we are looking for students who have been gifted with extroadinary abilities through evolution." Charles explained
"We've experienced and heard the stories from our colleagues and students. People like us commonly endure hardship due to our gifts as well as the potential for discrimination and mass fear from the human population. What we do at the school is provide a safe haven for young mutants so that they can understand and control their abilities and become successful members of society by being provided an education." Erik interjected, calming Scott with his warmer tone.
"We are so sorry that you had to find out about your abilities in such a fashion, you must be feeling cursed, scared and alone. But I swear to you Scott that you are not alone, there are hundreds of people like you, like us." Charles explained which brought Scott down in anger and had him intrigued.
"You can do this too?" Scott asked hastily.
"How do you think you're seeing us right now, different mutants develop different abilities mine is telepathy." Charles smiled.
"And I have the ability to create and manipulate magnetic fields which allows me to control metal." Erik explained while raising his phone out of the pocket without even touching it to check the time leaving it to lie on the table.
"My brother..." Scott muttered.
"He's living with Ronnie Masters your mother's boyfriend, he's agreed to take him in, there may be a possibility that he will develop powers at some point too." Erik said confronting Scott knowing that his brother was safe.
"If I can never get these under control, he'll never be safe around me, and you can help me?" He asked rhetorically. "Thanks for telling me where he is, and since you're not cops you can't keep me here." Scott shouted as he bolted out of the room and down the hallway. Charles and Erik rolled their eyes at this display of carelessness.
Scott managed to remember how to get to the lobby, where he bumped into Sherrif Taylor, a large man who he had know all his life.
"Woah watch it there Scott, look I'm sorry about all of this, your mom. Would you like a ride anywhere?" Asked the Sherrif while getting Scott back on his feet and placing his arms on his shoulders.
"Can you take me to Ronnie's?" Scott asked frantically.
The Sherrif nodded and led Scott out the building to his car just as Erik wheeled Charles up into the lobby and saw the two leave.
"Bollocks." Gireved Erik while bringing Charles' wheelchair to a halt.
"It's fine dear, we know where they're going but he's not going to like what he sees " Charles said with a dread of melancholy in his voice.
As the Sherrif's car made its way through the twin from the centre to the suburbs at the edge of it where Ronnie lived people from all around kept their eyes glued to it as the news had hit everyone. Sherrif Taylor casually offered Scott a chocolate bar to no avail as all he wanted was to hear from his younger brother Alex. The two had been inseparable since childhood and the thought of anything happening to him broke Scott's heart on the way there.
As they pulled up in front of Ronnie's house, Scott managed to hear Ronnie and Alex having a debate through the living room window. Taylor saw it as well but before he could do anything he got a call on his radio saying that he was needed on the other end of the town for a robbery. Hastily he grabbed Scott's shoulder and positioned him in front of the door which was open. He saw him off and then sped off in his car with the sirens blasting down the neighborhood.
Because of the siren blasting Ronnie and Alex didn't hear the door open, allowing them to continue their arguement.
"You should see your brother Alex, how do you think he feels being locked up in a cell for a night?" Ronnie said in a calming but still concerned tone.
"He's a freak! He killed her he killed mom, he's some type of monster!" Alex cried which sunk into Scott like daggers ripping apart his fragile soul.
"I don't want to see him Ronnie! I never want to see him again!" Alex retorted barely giving Ronnie the time to rebuttal.
Scott sank his back down the hallway wall completely oblivious to the two of them on the other side of it. His tears dampened the bandages so much so they begun to clot. Eventually as he heard Alex turn on the PlayStation and Ronnie get to making, he slipt out of the building, through the door without a sound as he strodded down the steps outside.
While stepping down onto the side walk his head began to feel funny, before he could contemplate it he could see again. He started his eyes around still baffled by the fact the bandage was still there. His bewilderment sub sided when he could see his brother through the window playing a game with the look of PTSD across his face. As his smile faded he heard the sound of a wheelchair and turned to see Professors Xavier and Lencher once again, understanding why his sight was here again.
'What did he have to lose?' he thought to himself.