That particular evening found Boliver Trask heading towards The Mordino Elementary School in a fit of anger and disgust. He replayed his conversation with Alice in his mind. What was it that she said? Oh yes, that Summers boy blasting a hole in the wall with a destructive beam that came out of his eyes. Trask gave a sigh of relief, glad that the menace was far from his daughter. Alice was what mattered.
What about your other daughter? he heard his mind say. Trask grunted with disgust and reluctantly acknowledged Claire as well. He knew if his wife Elizabetha was still alive, she'd have his ass on the street for the way he treated their youngest child. Something about Claire bugged Trask, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Pushing those thoughts out of his mind as he pulled his shiny red convertable into the parking lot of the school, he focused his mind on the task at hand. Keeping the Principal from suspending or expelling Claire. He never knew how she got into the situations she did, and he honestly didn't care. He stopped for a second while getting out of his car, suprised at the momentary flash concern for his youngest child. He thought back to when Claire was only a few months old and she was lying in her crib, crying. Alice was complaining that Claire was keeping her up and without thinking, Trask had covered the nose and mouth of his infant child. After a few seconds, he realized what he was doing and pulled his hand away from her face, but in that instant, he'd wished his daughter dead.
Grimacing and annoyed he was thinking about that, Trask slammed his car door shut and stalked into the building. The smell of cleaning chemicals hit his nostrils. With a look of disgust on his face, he quickly walked to the first door on his left, and pulled the door open.
A short, overweight woman was sitting behind the desk. Hearing the door open and close, she glanced up and gave Trask an apraising look through her half moon glasses, then nodded curtly.
"Pricipal Andrews will be with you in a moment. He's just finishing up with a phone call now." the secratary told Trask briskly.
Trask grunted in annoyance at the thought of being kept waiting. He brushed the lint off the waiting chairs and sat down, drumming his fingers impatiently on the table next to him.
After a few minutes, the door to Kevin Andrews, Educator Extrodinare, swung open. A middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, and a still powerful build, quickly walked over to Trask and extended his hand.
"Trask. You haven't been waiting long have you?" he asked as Trask stood up and shook his hand.
"Not at all. May we please get this overwith? My youngest is home alone with her sister and Alice can't always control Claire."
"Alice is a fine upstanding young lady. It was a joy to have her in my school," Andrews said to Trask, leading him to the open door. "Unlike Claire who seems to never be able to behave herself."
Trask made his way to one of the overstuffed leather chairs in the office and noticed the man sitting next to the educator's desk.
"Where are my manners. Boliver Trask, meet our school psychologist, Charles Xavier."
Trask reached over and shook hands with the bald wheelchair ridden man. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes flickered over the chair.
Well, I guess that's the only kind of job he can get since he can't walk, Trask thought to himself, repressing a small smile of superiority.
"Like I said before, can we please get on with this. I'm a very busy man." Trask said again, his tone becoming colder.
From his angle, Xavier studied Trask carefully, not being obvious. Something about him sent off vibes of coldness and hate. Xavier turned his attention back to Andrews and waited for the other man to start.
"Yes. About Claire. Trask, your daughter, in just the past month, has succeeded in bringing the entire school into a panic, and just today, she unnessicarily pulled the fire alarms, thus causing us to evacuate the school on something she's "claimed" to see. If this kind of behavior dosn't get handled now, she's going to be a public menace. I've asked my collegue Charles to talk to Claire. I know it would normally happen in the school atmosphere, but since this is where all the problems have occured, I'm thinking he should talk to her in your home. I would ask that you and Alice leave so she'll freely speak to him." Andrews laced his fingers together and waited for Trask's response.
"Fine. It may do the girl some good to talk to someone. Alice and I don't have time for her shenanigans."
Trask stood abrubtly from his seat. "Shall we?" he said to Xavier.
Xavier smiled at Trask and said, "I have my own transportation Boliver. I'll follow you."
Still indifferent about his daughter's plight, Trask pulled his car keys out of his pocket and walked towards the door. "Suit yourself. You best be quick about it. I drive fast and don't waste time."
With that said, Trask strode out the door.
Sighing, Xavier turned towards Andrews and said, "You were right about him. He's cold and has little feelings towards his child. That could quite possibly be the underlying reason for this child's actions."
"Be careful Charles. Boliver Trask is a hard, mean man. Watch your back."
Xavier nodded and rolled his wheelchair out the door and followed Trask out into the parking lot. With the help of his chauffer, Xavier was settled into the backseat of the large black car.
"Just follow that convertable. It'll take us where we need to go."
"Yes sir."
What about your other daughter? he heard his mind say. Trask grunted with disgust and reluctantly acknowledged Claire as well. He knew if his wife Elizabetha was still alive, she'd have his ass on the street for the way he treated their youngest child. Something about Claire bugged Trask, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Pushing those thoughts out of his mind as he pulled his shiny red convertable into the parking lot of the school, he focused his mind on the task at hand. Keeping the Principal from suspending or expelling Claire. He never knew how she got into the situations she did, and he honestly didn't care. He stopped for a second while getting out of his car, suprised at the momentary flash concern for his youngest child. He thought back to when Claire was only a few months old and she was lying in her crib, crying. Alice was complaining that Claire was keeping her up and without thinking, Trask had covered the nose and mouth of his infant child. After a few seconds, he realized what he was doing and pulled his hand away from her face, but in that instant, he'd wished his daughter dead.
Grimacing and annoyed he was thinking about that, Trask slammed his car door shut and stalked into the building. The smell of cleaning chemicals hit his nostrils. With a look of disgust on his face, he quickly walked to the first door on his left, and pulled the door open.
A short, overweight woman was sitting behind the desk. Hearing the door open and close, she glanced up and gave Trask an apraising look through her half moon glasses, then nodded curtly.
"Pricipal Andrews will be with you in a moment. He's just finishing up with a phone call now." the secratary told Trask briskly.
Trask grunted in annoyance at the thought of being kept waiting. He brushed the lint off the waiting chairs and sat down, drumming his fingers impatiently on the table next to him.
After a few minutes, the door to Kevin Andrews, Educator Extrodinare, swung open. A middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, and a still powerful build, quickly walked over to Trask and extended his hand.
"Trask. You haven't been waiting long have you?" he asked as Trask stood up and shook his hand.
"Not at all. May we please get this overwith? My youngest is home alone with her sister and Alice can't always control Claire."
"Alice is a fine upstanding young lady. It was a joy to have her in my school," Andrews said to Trask, leading him to the open door. "Unlike Claire who seems to never be able to behave herself."
Trask made his way to one of the overstuffed leather chairs in the office and noticed the man sitting next to the educator's desk.
"Where are my manners. Boliver Trask, meet our school psychologist, Charles Xavier."
Trask reached over and shook hands with the bald wheelchair ridden man. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes flickered over the chair.
Well, I guess that's the only kind of job he can get since he can't walk, Trask thought to himself, repressing a small smile of superiority.
"Like I said before, can we please get on with this. I'm a very busy man." Trask said again, his tone becoming colder.
From his angle, Xavier studied Trask carefully, not being obvious. Something about him sent off vibes of coldness and hate. Xavier turned his attention back to Andrews and waited for the other man to start.
"Yes. About Claire. Trask, your daughter, in just the past month, has succeeded in bringing the entire school into a panic, and just today, she unnessicarily pulled the fire alarms, thus causing us to evacuate the school on something she's "claimed" to see. If this kind of behavior dosn't get handled now, she's going to be a public menace. I've asked my collegue Charles to talk to Claire. I know it would normally happen in the school atmosphere, but since this is where all the problems have occured, I'm thinking he should talk to her in your home. I would ask that you and Alice leave so she'll freely speak to him." Andrews laced his fingers together and waited for Trask's response.
"Fine. It may do the girl some good to talk to someone. Alice and I don't have time for her shenanigans."
Trask stood abrubtly from his seat. "Shall we?" he said to Xavier.
Xavier smiled at Trask and said, "I have my own transportation Boliver. I'll follow you."
Still indifferent about his daughter's plight, Trask pulled his car keys out of his pocket and walked towards the door. "Suit yourself. You best be quick about it. I drive fast and don't waste time."
With that said, Trask strode out the door.
Sighing, Xavier turned towards Andrews and said, "You were right about him. He's cold and has little feelings towards his child. That could quite possibly be the underlying reason for this child's actions."
"Be careful Charles. Boliver Trask is a hard, mean man. Watch your back."
Xavier nodded and rolled his wheelchair out the door and followed Trask out into the parking lot. With the help of his chauffer, Xavier was settled into the backseat of the large black car.
"Just follow that convertable. It'll take us where we need to go."
"Yes sir."
