Nightmare Chapter Two: Away from Public Eye
"Professor, you heard?" The master of elements asked in order to commence conversation.
"Of course, I thought I felt a twinge of rage and pain, now I know why," Said the old bald man. Silence followed.
It was Storm, who spoke next, "This will really wreak havoc on the mutant registration front."
"We can worry about that later. Right now I'm more concerned about the welfare of the girl."
"Yes I came to ask if we should interfere in the matter."
"Well I don't think she should spend the rest of her life in one of those mutant prison hospitals for doing something she probably doesn't even know how she did." Professor Xavier paused. "Maybe Cerebro can help us decide."
The two then moved down to the more covert part of the mansion. There, the professor followed the standard procedure of the eye scan. He entered the spherical room. The doors shut behind him not allowing Storm to enter.
This gave Ororo Monroe the chance to grasp what would happen if she did meet this Sara Proctor. Most rampage criminals commit suicide on their murder weapons. But Sara is still alive. It will be interesting to know what make one, no matter how alienated, act as she did. Will she be angry, regretful, proud, or something else?
Storm was following this train of thought when the sliding doors to the magnificent Cerebro machine opened and out came Charles. Storm noticed how shaken he looked he must have seen something terrible in there.
Ororo instinctively asked, "Professor are you alright?"
He looked at her and sighed, "Yes I'm quite alright." He took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I need to get to a telephone."
"Yes I under stand she is potentially dangerous," Charles Xavier said into the mouthpiece on the phone for what must have been the tenth time that day. He was back in the warmer upper part of the mansion, away from the cold white sterile scientific branch. He had been diligently contacting any one involved, police, politicians, multiple times he tried to contact the girl's parents but their phone was busy. It was only when he finally contacted Mr. and Mrs. Proctor that things began to pull together. Her parents would had rather seen their daughter at what he described as a "safe institution" than put on a long humiliating trial for some variation of assault. The police dropped charges and collaborated to bring her to the "safe institution". So it was agreed that she be tucked away from the public eye.
