Hank sat staring at the dark television screen. Alex and Sean stood nearby each trying to through the other to the ground. "Would you knock it off already!" Hank yelled exasperation laced through his words.
"Ah, come one Beastie," Alex teased, "We are just having a bit of fun. Don't worry about Professor X. I'm sure its just the meds making him weird." Using Alex's temporary distraction Sean was finally able to pin the blonde to the expensive looking carpet.
Hank clasped and unclasped his furry hand in anger. Alex was always patronizing him. "That's the thing." Hank said through gritted teeth, "He hasn't been taking his meds for the past week. Confusion and concern crossed over both of the human-looking boys faces. Alex suddenly launched himself upward and reversed the rolls between himself and Sean.
There was a sudden crashing sound that came from above the three men followed by an angry yell. "Professor?" Hank yelled. No answer. All three of the men froze, waiting for an answer. Still, none came.
"Are you alright Professor?" Alex yelled at the blank ceiling. He and Sean stood up frozen in the silence. Hank stood up to and began to stalk toward the door, Alex and Sean close behind. The three men broke into a run and sprinted up the stairs and down long hallways.
They only stopped when they had reached the library door. Hank knocked quietly on the thick wooden door listening carefully. "Professor?" Hank said carefully "You okay?" he thought that maybe he had heard a rustle behind the mahogany but couldn't be sure.
"Move Beast!" Alex commanded and Hank had barely a few seconds to dive out of the way of a bright red beam emanating from Alex's chest. Wooden splinters exploded into the hallway and Hank heard Sean give a piercing chirp of surprise.
"You idiot!" Hank snarled throwing his blue fist into Alex's smug face. Alex flew backward into the wall opposite. Hank immediately regretted his actions. He still wasn't used to his newly gained strength.
Alex's nose was expelling a ferocious amount of crimson blood and for once he seemed to be into much shock to speak. Sean picked himself up out of the wreckage and stood quietly trying to gaze into the dark library. Hank turned away from Alex and began to pick his way into the darkness.
"Professor X?" Hank said again. His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness a new attribute the Hank believed was directly connected to his advanced mutation. Charles sat in his iconic metal wheelchair a nearly empty bottle in hand. Hank padded slowly toward the disabled man.
"What the fuck do you two want?" The professor hissed at Hank and Sean without looking at either of them. Sean took a step back as Hank took a tentative step forward. A heavy looking chessboard lay in its side in front of Charles, the black and white chessmen scattered among broken glass. Hanks large foot sent a white queen skipping across the floor until it came to a stop in front of the professor.
Charles leaned forward and picked up the piece rolling it between his fingers. He dropped both the piece and the bottle. Brown liquid flooding the battlefield of glass and chessmen. The professor bowed his head running his fingers through His messy brown curls. "Leave." Charles whispered as Alex trotted into the room.
"Wow, what happened in—" Alex began but was silenced by the look that Hank threw at the blonde man.
"Leave." Charles repeated a bit louder this time.
"Professor?" Sean said, "Do you maybe want us to help you clean up?"
Charles didn't look up at the three men. He sighed "No, I don't want you here. I want you t leave this room. I want you to leave my house and never return."
"Professor!" Alex cried, "You know I don't have anywhere else to go!" Sean nodded his agreement not that Charles saw him.
"Leave." Charles snarled finally looking at them. His large blue eyes were full of menace that even made Hank cringe.
"We are not going to leave you Professor." Hank said walking forward and placing one of his large hands on the professors' shoulder. Hank felt the professor tense beneath his palm but for he reached up and placed the tips of his fingers against his temple.
"Sean." He said "Go over to the desk, open the top drawer, pick up the handgun inside and shoot yourself in the head." Sean marched hypnotically toward an impressive looking desk t the far end of the library.
"No!" Alex yelled fruitlessly trying to stop Sean from reaching the desk. Tears were sliding down Sean petrified face as he held the small silver pistol in a firm freckled hand.
"Please stop Charles!" Hank begged, his eyes watering as he stared at Alex trying to wrestle the gun away from Sean.
Charles looked up at the blue man. "You should have left while you had the chance." He whispered to him. "Alex! Step back!" Charles said harshly. Alex took a step away from his red headed friend, blood and tears sliding down his face.
"Sean." Alex said "Please don't do it man. Fight it"
Sean's face was bright red with effort. He didn't want to die. "I can't," He sputtered staring into Alex's distressed and bloody face. Sean hand brought the gun to his temple
"Pull the trigger." Charles said. The gunshot echoed throughout Hanks body and he could one stand in horror as Sean's body hit the floor with a loud crunch.
"No!" Alex wailed only being able to stare down at his now dead best friend, pieces of Banshee's brain splattered across the library floor.
Hank stood dumbfounded his hand sliding off the professors hunched shoulders. Alex struggled under his telepathic paralyses.
"I will kill you!" Alex shouted at Charles's back cursing at his inability to move. Charles turned his chair around putting his fingers back to his temples.
"You had a chance to save him" Charles said his voice sending chills up Hanks spine. "It's your fault he died." Alex began shaking his head and fell to his knees.
"No…" Alex whispered. His eyes began to glaze over as he began to yell inaudibly. Hank stared down at Alex who no longer seemed to know where he was. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Alex screamed, writhing on the ground. Alex suddenly went silent and struggled to meet Hanks terrified gaze. "Run Hank." Alex said before he stopped his ragged breathing.
Hank tore out of the room, fear thundering through him. He briefly felt another mind touch his own but he quickly barred his mind against the intruder. Hank had no Idea where he would go, but Charles needed help and there was only one person strong enough to aid the dangerous telepath.