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I seriously don't see how my writing is any good at all. Anyway, here's another update.

I hated writing this chapter to be perfectly honest. I just felt kind of depressed.

Oh and I'm very sorry about my poor grammar. English is my second language and um...this is un-beta'd so be prepared for a lot of glaring errors.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.


Raven wasted no time in checking Charles' pulse.

Nothing.

"He has no pulse!" She screamed. Moira rapidly placed her hands on Charles chest and started CPR. They were not going to lose him.

"HURRY IT UP SEAN! GET US TO THE ****ING HOSPITAL NOW!" Sean obeyed Raven's command and the ship began to speed up...a lot.

"1...2...3...4...5..."Moira counted in time with her chest compressions. She started to review everything she learned about CPR during her CIA training.

Ratio of compressions to rescue breaths, thirty to two.

Thirty compressions at a rate of one hundred per minute.

Keep the victims's airway open at all times.

Five cycles of CAB (Chest Compressions. Airway. Breathing) before checking the victim for signs of life. Five cycles should take no longer than two minutes.

After two minutes of CPR Charles was still not breathing. "Charles, please for the love of God, BREATHE!" Moira cried as she resumed CPR.

It wasn't working.

Charles was dying.

*~***~Peace~***~*

I could feel my soul fluctuate in fear, panic and despair. I made my thoughts as loud as possible in hope that maybe, just maybe, Charles would hear them. My efforts were met with silence. I couldn't hear his voice, I couldn't even feel him.

All I felt was mind-numbing cold.

Death.

It took all my willpower to not drop the 'ship.' It felt like someone just took their hand, plunged it into my chest and took out half of my soul. Half of the meaning of my life. A bond felt broken and I could not see it ever being repaired. The other half of the bond was simply not there.

It ceased to exist.

It's all my fault.

I killed him.

This is where revenge has gotten me.

He saved me how many times now and I...

I murder him.

Charles is dead because of me.

How could I be so stupid? So selfish? A tear flowed down my cheek. Then another and another. I couldn't bring myself to stop them.

I lost my faith a long time ago but I still found myself praying for Charles' forgiveness.

*~***~Peace~***~*

Moira was entering her third minute of CPR and Charles was still not breathing. Tears escaped her eyes but she forced herself to calm down. Panicking was the last thing Charles needed.

"He'll live, you'll see. The professor can't die, it's just impossible."

"Two minutes without blood being pumped to the brain and the nerve cells residing in the cerebral cortex start to die..."

"Brother please, if you can hear me, just breathe. Please don't leave me! I don't want to be alone again."

"Forgive me Charles. I beg of you, please forgive me."

"WE'RE HERE!"

The voices of her comrades faded away as she poured more of her focus onto applying CPR. Moira didn't even register the sounds of fast approaching feet and sirens. All she could hear were the numbers inside her head as she counted her compressions.

Suddenly she heard a foreign voice, "Ma'am, we're going to need you to stand back." At first she ignored but then she finally realized it was only the paramedics. She reluctantly backed away from Charles and once she was about a metre away, her knees buckled. Sean managed to catch her and he slowly lowered her onto the ground. Moira was shaking in shock over what just happened.

Sean awkwardly wrapped his arms around her as Moira started to sob. He rubbed soothing circles on her back and he felt relived when Moira started to calm down. After a couple of seconds Sean pulled away and stood up, helping Moira on the way.

"Are you going to be okay?" The redhead asked and Moira nodded. She wiped away any tears that she had left and composed herself. "Let's go," was all she said before she walked into the hospital.

When they entered, the others were already in the waiting room. They took a seat near them without a word.

*~***~Peace~***~*

I hated hospital. I really did. They reminded me too much of the time I spent in Schmidt/Shaw's torture lab. The gleaming white walls, the suffocating antiseptic smell and the screams. The horrible screams of pure anguish and misery.

The memories came flooding back. My mother's death, my first kill, the torture sessions and that laugh filled with pure evil.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. It would do me no good right now. Besides, I was not the only one suffering.

My eyes flickered over to Raven. She had changed into her human persona and her eyes were shimmering with tears. I knew she was on the verge of losing control, her blond hair was tinted red.

Hank wasn't faring as well either. I could see a murderous glint in his eyes whenever the other people in the waiting room glanced at him with fear and discriminatory looks. Even after we explained it was for a movie, people were still suspicious. But Hank also glared at me and some points, he glare was filled with anger and blame.

Feeling oddly uncomfortable I shifted my gaze over to Alex. He fidgeted with his fingers, constantly meshing them together and then unraveling them before repeating the process. He kept biting his lip and looking at the clock.

Sean eyes were filled with worry. I knew that everything that was happening was a new and scary experience for him. He was still 'wet behind the ears'.

Moira's face was blank. She was trained to keep a level head under situations of pressure. But she had no training that taught her how to keep a calm soul. I could see the storm of emotions that were just beneath the surface of her eyes.

*~***~Peace~***~*

Hours ticked by before a voice brought us out of our thoughts, "Are you the family members of Dr. Charles Xavier?"

We all stood up in a flash but Raven was the first to respond, "Yes."

"I'm Dr. Mortis. Um...I think you should all sit down."

I felt dread bubbling inside my stomach as I sat down. Whatever this Mortis guy was going to say, it was obviously not going to be good.

"Alright, its the usual good news and bad news thing. The good news is, Dr. Xavier is alive," a chorus of sighs of reliefs followed. Dr. Mortis allowed himself a small smile before dropping it and continuing, "Unfortunately, he has sustained severe damage to the lumbar vertebra. More specifically the spinal nerves located there that carry out the brain's message to move his legs."

The doctor took a deep breath before continuing, "the bullet had severed many of the nerves and we fixed it as best as we could. Despite our efforts, his injury is...a complete one, meaning that he has completely lost function and feeling from waist down. He will have to be put through rehabilitation after he is released from the hospital. We plan on discharging him fifteen days after he has woken up."

Mortis paused and looked down at his feet as if debating is he should continue or not, "um, he has also sustained some damage to his cerebral cortex. When the paramedics brought him here...his brain had already been oxygen deprived for at least three minutes, four at most. Because of this-"

"Many of the nerve cells in the cerebral cortex have died resulting in damage to his memory, thought, language and consciousness." Hank finished grimly. Dr. Mortis looked at him with surprise but he nodded.

When we absorbed the information into our minds, we didn't know what to feel. I felt elated that Charles was alive, but there was also overwhelming guilt, sorrow and shock at what Charles sustained.

Everything Charles is going to suffer is because of me.

"Can we see him?" Moira asked snapping me out of my thoughts. Dr. Mortis shook his head and replied, "I'm sorry but Dr. Xavier is under too much stress to receive visitors. He is also in a drug-induced coma to help with the pain even if you did visit him, he wouldn't even be able to know you're there. I promise tomorrow you can visit him but no earlier than that."

*~***~Peace~***~*

He began to feel again.

He opened his eyes and saw that he wasn't in the dark's abyss anymore. This time he was at a mansion.

It was beautiful.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

He turned around just in time to see a horse drawn carriage coming towards him with no signs of stopping. He tensed up and covered his face with his arms, bracing himself.

But nothing.

When the impact didn't come, he opened his eyes and saw that the carriage was going through him.

What was going on? Was this a memory? His memory?

Ignoring the questions arising in his head, he began following the carriage to the mansion. When it stopped, three people got out.

It was a man, a woman and a child the age of five.

Once they were off, the carriage left.

The family (?), stood there for a while before entering the mansion. He entered with them, curiosity getting the better of him.

Then the man spoke, "Welcome to home sweet home."

For some reason, the man's smooth, articulated voice caused shudders to run down his spine. It sounded wrong and evil despite it's cheery tone. Everytime he looked at the man, he felt evil radiate from him.

Who is this man?

Who are these people?


Sorry for the swear word! I couldn't find anything else that fit the mood.