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Summary- Okay, the Professor decides he needs to have a talk with Clara Oberman's family to see if they could find out more about our mysterious and very evil mutant. I'm not entirely please with this chapter, but R&R it anyways.

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Chapter Five-

A pale, thin, woman in a faded maroon colored bathrobe opened the door. A bald man in a wheelchair and a pretty African-American woman with ivory hair greeted her.

"May I help you?" she asked hoarsely. She looked at them suspiciously from her gaunt face. There were dark shadows under her eyes.

"Mrs. Oberman?" the man in the wheelchair replied softly. "My name is Professor Charles Xavier, and this is my colleague Ororo Munroe, may we come in please?"

Nodding slightly, the woman stepped back and let the strangers into her home.

"Jennifer? Jennifer, who's at the door?" a male voice sounded from the second door. She didn't answer him.

"Please have a seat," she whispered, gesturing to a white sofa. Mrs. Oberman was obviously not thinking clearly, as the Professor couldn't just up and out of his wheelchair and walk to the sofa. Ororo did however.

"Jennifer, why didn't you answer me?" the male voice stopped short suddenly as he spotted the two complete strangers in his living room.

"He's a professor, John. Called a psychiatrist on me? Think I'm crazy now?" she snapped at him. He looked offended.

"First off, Jennifer, psychiatrists go by 'Dr.' not 'Professor' and no, I didn't call one. Who are they, Jennifer?"

The bald man wisely introduced himself before the mad woman could say anything more, "My name is Professor Charles Xavier and this is my colleague Ororo Munroe. I've come to talk about your daughter."

Mr. Oberman's eyes hardened. "What do you know about my daughter? Get out! Get out! We don't want you here!"

Carefully keeping an expressionless face, the Professor continued, "It is nothing bad, honest. If you'd just let me explain," the man stared at him but said nothing, "Thank you. About a week and a half ago, as you might of heard, three teenage boys died in their sleep. This also happened to your daughter. All four of them were mutants. This concerns me, because I am a guardian of a house full of them. There are some mutants who hate others, and I think one of them is responsible for the deaths. I intend to find him or her, and put a stop to this to assure the safety of others."

"What do you want to know?" Mr. Oberman breathed as if he had just run the mile.

For the first time since they arrived, Ms. Monroe spoke, "We were wondering if anything strange was happening lately. Did Clara maybe suffer from nightmares more than usual, lately?"

Mrs. Oberman came in with a tray of four mugs of coffee. "She had nightmares in a row a couple of days before.before"

The Professor nodded. She said nothing else as she quietly handed them their mugs of coffee.

Suddenly, Mrs. Oberman dropped her mug and broke into sobs. Mr. Oberman just looked exasperated as she ran into the kitchen. He followed her.

The two people in the living room could hear their voices flowing from the kitchen, and it made them uncomfortable.

"Don't touch me, John, I don't need your help."

"Jennifer, Jen, come on, I'll clean it."

"Leave me alone, I said I don't need your help."

"Jen-"

"I said don't touch me John! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I'LL CLEAN IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Mr. Oberman slowly walked back into the living room and looked at the two occupants of the room.

"I think you should leave."

The Professor nodded. "I understand. Thank you for your time."

* * * "Do you think it's wise to interrogate this young man, Charles?" whispered Ororo as they rang the doorbell on the front patio of a little white house.

"Yes."

A girl of about fourteen with strawberry blonde hair opened the door ajar and peered at the visitors.

"Can I help you?" she asked politely.

The Professor smiled. "Yes, my name is Professor Charles Xavier and this is my colleague Ororo Monroe," the girl's eyes flickered briefly to Ororo and then back to Charles. "I need to ask Jack Campbell some questions. May we come in?"

She nodded and opened the door wider to let them in. Her chocolate brown eyes stared at the Professor the whole time.

"Jack's in a wheelchair too," she said sadly, "He's my step-brother. My name's Christine."

"Nice to meet you Christine."

"I'll go get Jack."

She came back five minutes later. "Can you come to his room? It's on the first floor. I remember we had to switch because he can't go up the stairs no more."

She led them to an average-sized room with beige carpeting. The bed in the corner was neatly made with a blue bedspread. There were posters of soccer, football, and basketball teams, models in bikinis and a playboy calendar was tacked up to the wall next to the bed. Looking out the window was a young man in a wheelchair. He was handsome, with a narrow face, a tan complexion, brown hair and brown eyes. His arms surprisingly were muscular even though he didn't have the use of his legs. That might have been from the pile of weights in the corner next to the stereo and a pile of CDs.

"Jack, this is Professor Xavier and Ororo Munroe. They want to talk to you," Christine said. Jack turned to face her and his eyes rested on the professor.

"Don't you grow tired of it?" he asked and the Professor didn't have to ask what he meant.

"Sometimes," he replied, "But I have been like this for a long time and have grown used to it."

"Get out, Christine," he commanded softly.

She scowled at him as she slammed the door closed behind her.

"What do you want?" Jack wheeled over to the side of his bed. He gestured to Ororo to sit down.

"About Clara Oberman. You saw her lately?" Jack cocked his head to the side as the Professor said this.

"Is this about how she died and stuff?" his brow furrowed.

"I was wondering if she told you if she had any nightmares. I believe this is a mutant who is doing this and it concerns me greatly as I house a whole house full of them. It is even more concerning as she lived a mere ten minutes from us. The mutant, if it is one, seems to be getting closer to Bayville, as the teenage boys who died in their sleep a week or two ago were only ten miles."

"Why don't you interrogate their family?" Jack suddenly snapped.

Ororo spoke in a gently and calming voice. "We already did. They don't know if they had nightmares or not. Strange dreams. . ."

Jack shook his head, "There's nothing I can tell you. You should go. Sorry if I'm not a good 'host' right now. Bye Sir, bye Miss."

Shaking his hand, the two of them left, more disappointed than anything.

* * * A/N- Okay, I'm not pleased with this chapter, but I wanted to get it out. R&R! Constructive criticism appreciated!