X Xavier Mansion
"So did you recruit any new students on your excursion?" Beast asked as Professor Xavier exited the X-jet.
"One, Hank. Meet Alec Cerveau."
Said boy walked down from the X-jet, two duffel bags slung over his slender shoulders. He shook hands with the older gentleman.
"Dr. Hank McCoy," the scientist stated.
"A pleasure."
"Now, Alec. If you could follow me, I'll show you to your dormitory," Xavier explained, wheeling himself out of the hanger.
Alec followed him to the elevator that took them up two floors. Xavier led him down a long hallway to an empty room with a dresser, a bed, and a desk.
"These will be your accommodations until you wish to leave the school."
Alec thanked him as he left and threw his duffel bags down on the bed. He unpacked his clothes and neatly arranged them inside the dresser. Removing his laptop, he set it down on the desk, plugging it into the wall to charge.
He walked over to the window, pulling back the crimson drapes. He was in view of the pool and baseball field, along with the large lake that rested farther away from the mansion.
There was a snort at his door and he turned around slowly. A man with wild hair and a short stature was leaning against the doorframe.
"Thought I smelled something new," he grunted. He walked up to Alec and extended a hand.
"Logan."
"Alec."
"So where did Chuck pull you from?"
"Baltimore," Alec replied, pulling his pack of cigarettes from his jacket.
"Sorry, kid. You can't smoke here." Logan grinned. "But I'm heading up to a bar with Ororo if you want to tag along."
"Why not?"
"Kay," he turned around, heading from the room, "Be ready at 7."
Alec closed the door behind Logan. He went back to his duffel bags and pulled a long, rolled-up cloth out. He placed it on his desk and closed his eyes. He opened them and unrolled the cloth. Inside, two dozen long-edge scalpels laid side by side. They were held in place by extra strips of cloth.
He pushed his fuchsia bangs out of his face and placed several of the blades in his coat pocket. He sat down at the desk and typed away on his laptop, waiting for seven o'clock to come around.