Disclaimer: A whole host of new characters are mine. Please don't use them. Of course, the X-Men and other such characters involved in the comic, books and the movie belong to Marvel, and new ones are mine. Also the plot is my own.
Throughout story:
" " = Speech
' ' = Thoughts
^ ^ = Telepath
Jenny: No. It wasn't. I'm pretty annoyed at that personally. But I couldn't think what else to put. Plus I wrote it when bunged up with cold.. so I'm guessing I wasn't in the best of writing moods. Anyway, this should be all right.
Chapter 23Past mounds of green and forests of emerald appeared a building sat alone. A wide road of grey snaked between plush fields of grazing animals, which dotted the green covering with white dots or black. Lines of dry stonewalls surrounded square fields and marked out the chequerboard design with repeated shades of green over the vast landscape. Towards the right a good number of miles along the grey winding road sat a horde of houses, a small village.. their nearest neighbour.
This small village habituated a large grey building of a pub whilst small shops and houses were placed close together with small concrete roads in-between the little old fashioned village.
Below them their ominous shadows passed over a tractor which rumbled slowly across a field of stunning yellow crop, blades spinning as the vehicle travelled at a slow place, sharp machinery chopping the rape seed plants down for the oncoming of summer.
The atmosphere was alive with life. Chirps of birds as they flew on through the pale blue sky, the drone of animals in their fields below as they grazed the sweet grass. The two flying vehicles were so out of place in this calm world, the roaring of their engines slicing through the harmony of this little backwater part of Britain like a knife through the air.
As the flying crafts motioned toward the building amongst the fields became larger and clearer. It was an old-fashioned mansion, way beyond the age of Charles's. For old grey stones of brick made up the walls, ebony scarring them whilst entwined ivy clambered up drainpipes and round wooden window frames, the leaves tapping at the windows of leaden diamond design. The roof sloped down grandly and red tiles sat misshapenly. Some had fell over the years and left bare construction work beneath. Its grounds were vast and fenced in by a tall wall of grey brick and finished by elaborate wrought iron fencing. A long driveway winded up past old oak trees that bent over the stretch of concrete. Their bark a rusty brown, green leaves whispering as wind whistled through their beings and shook their foundation of branches that weaved over the entrance and driveway mysteriously. The large iron gates swung slowly in the breeze, creaking, slow and painstakingly, the beating sunshine causing shadows to be stretched and darken the appearance of the mansion. On two concrete pillars beside the gate sat a pair of ugly gargoyles, faces twisted with begrudging smirks and eyes narrowed with sinister glares. Wings spread from their backs, tails out to the side. The pair watched over the road in front, which was rarely travelled over by a public vehicle
In a small unused field opposite the mansion's entrance did the two flying aircraft land, the students were told to wait inside whilst the X-Men exited and made their way across the small width of the road before entering through the wrought iron gates.
As they passed the stone gargoyle figures, Scott announced coolly, "Gee Logan, those sculptures looks just about as ugly as you."
Logan growled under his breath, eyes narrowing at the glasses wearing mutant.
Jayne however chipped in cheerfully as she led the group up the concrete driveway that slowly increased in angle up the small hill of land, "Those are gargoyles.. first brought around in the 13th century to ward of evil spirits to the surrounding population."
Eyes lifted upon the grotesque figures, "Ugly.." Muttered Aurora quietly, "I don't like them."
Jayne smiled, "No one's suppose to like them.. but they are said to protect us at night when we sleep."
Logan laughed disdainfully at this, "Yeah.. who thought up this mockery?"
Jayne frowned as she calmly replied, "Roman Catholics.."
Logan grunted under his breath, not wanting to accidentally turn this into a religious argument, "Right.."
Once the small group had reached the top of the slowly winding driveway they reached the large entrance of the building. Great oak wooden doors stood beneath a carved designed archway. A square gold plague on the right hand column of stone indicating in a carved inscription, 'Xavier Manor'
The left door was pulled open by Electro and held patiently open as the group travelled inside, lightly shivering in their sparse nightwear. As bare feet travelled from concrete to marble, gasps vocalised as eyes lifted to stare at the entrance hall. A square area of pearly white marble shone from the floor, chequered smartly by quadrilateral pieces of ebony tile. Several doors led off this square room, scattered evenly around the left and right walls whilst the far wall was dominated by a pair of dark wooden staircases which curved up from either side of the walls to meet in the middle to the walkway that ran across the back of the room. Two doors then led off to the right and left of this upper walkway to further corridors. Beneath, in the middle of these two staircases sat a large doorway in the middle, indicating that the next room would just be as grand.
Decoration was at a maximum here. Stone figures, vases of abruptly colourful displays, and walls of rich oil paintings, affluent staircase carpeted by rich ruby red and gold. Walls of oak plaques, inserted in as rectangles all around the four walls. The rich colour of the wood shimmered softly from the beautiful lamps on the walls, a jaw dropping chandelier in the centre of the entrance hallway, glinting and sparkling. Dominating the mere mutants below.
It was the mother of the house in America, same style.. but increased in design and wealth.
Charles looked very much at one with the surroundings, he was looking round with a familiar expression on his face as his eyes travelled over objects.
Logan found himself shrinking away from the beauty and wealth of the mansion. He felt out of place, as if he belonged outside with the gargoyles. Never before had he been in such a place. Not with the current dress sense and hair style anyway.
The other X-Men bore similar expressions to Logan; the impact of the entrance was daunting, spectacular. The Xavier's must have been a very wealthy family. They knew what wealth was.. but when confronted.. it was so alien.
"Welcome home at last Charles!" A voice sounded from the top of the left staircase.
All heads looked up to see a mature looking woman hurrying down the steps. Her build too was tall and slim, hair a rusty brown, mixes of natural red and brown streaked by aging grey. A pleasant buttoned shirt of navy sat on her upper torso whilst a darker skirt of a soft material slid from hips to ankles and at feet, a pair of small black slippers were worn daintily.
As she bobbed gently down the stairs small curls of hair came sliding from the roll pinned tightly to the base of her head. As she came near her complexion was smooth, but faintly marred by age. But she radiated with such a pleasant personality that her age was no matter. Through a pair of slim gold spectacles on the end of her nose, alert sapphire eyes sparkled at them, "Welcome." She said softly, arms spreading to gesture round her home, a few bracelets of impossible wealth sat at her slim wrists, a few sparkling rings at fingers. A curl of brown slid over her forehead whilst lips stretched to a wonderful warm smile.
A general murmur of greeting came from the Americans.
"I hope my daughter got you here safe and well!"
Nods.
Before long, the woman had nodded to Jayne before she fell into a loving hug with Charles, the pair were reunited, brother and sister.
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So rich! X.x Mind you, we knew Charles came from a wealthy family, the home in America is just a portion of the money he has inherited from parents.
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