Chapter 9

"Moira! Moira!" I yelled.

She had collapsed. I suspected Elwyn. Yes, her powers were powerful, but she had not learnt to control them fully. She had penetrated Moira's mind but when she pulled out Moira had collapsed.

Moira groaned. Thankfully she was okay. My earpiece buzzed, it was Storm.

"Charles, we found something." She said.

"What?" I asked

"We've found Magneto. He's been knocked unconscious by something." She said.

"Or someone." I replied. "Storm, see if you can find anything else, but remain cautious."

"I will Professor." She said while ending the call.

I bent down towards Moira and helped her up.

"What's happened, Charles?" she asked.

"I do believe you just met our daughter." I replied. "Now let's keep moving, I fear Storm and the others are in great danger."

I stood back up shakily and closed my eyes. My father was actually here. I steadied myself and opened my eyes. A noise had caught my attention. I reached out with my mind; it was Storm and Father's X-men. I then realised that they must have found Erik's body. An idea suddenly came to me. What if I turned Xavier's precious X-men against him? He would be forced to hurt the ones he loved most.

As Storm opened the door to the throne room I hit her with a telepathic blast. She collapsed. The others rushed forward and I attacked their minds too. I looked down at Storm and saw a flash of lights. I picked it up. It was com-link. I heard a voice coming from the other end.

"Storm, Storm! Where are you? Are you alright? Storm, answer me!" The voice shouted.

I threw it on the ground and crushed it. It was my father on the other end. I still didn't understand why he had come here. I closed my eyes and delved into Storm's memory.

My mind was instantly filled with images: African plains, Xavier finding her, her arrival at the institute, Xavier's funeral, and Storm seeing Xavier again. I pulled out. Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. I pulled myself together.

I concentrated on Storm's mind. "Go." I told her with my thoughts. "Find Xavier and bring him to me." She rose to her feet with her eyes dead centred with no emotion. She turned around and walked towards the door.

I glanced in the direction of the others who lay motionless on the floor. I closed my eyes and focused on their minds, extracting any memory that would be useful to me. Nothing. I screamed in frustration and ran back to the throne. I sat down wondering how long Storm would take to bring my father.

I closed my eyes. That was when I felt that something wasn't right. I looked towards the X-men and fear rose inside my stomach. Rogue was missing. I looked around the room. She was the only one who could truly stop me. Her power of power absorption meant that she could render me unconscious and steal my telepathy.

I glanced at the room nervously. All of a sudden she jumped out at me.

"The Professor told us not to hurt you, but I knew something like this would happen. I had my doubts when we were rescuing you from the MRD. Your mutant report said 'sedate immediately'. Now why would it say that?" She asked.

The memory came back to me: a street full of unconscious people.

"How d-did you know?" I stammered out.

"After your first field trip to Cerebro, I did a little research. Storm completely denied it, of course, saying that we must give all mutants a second chance." She spoke accusingly.

"NO!" I screamed!

She fell on to the floor. I glanced at my hands. They were shaking violently. How powerful was I? Did I really knock out all of those people? I looked at the memory again. I retrieved more this time.

The MRD were coming for me, so I ran as fast as I could. It wasn't fast enough, because the MRD caught me and took me away. They ran tests on me, locked me up and made sure I always wore a prototype inhibitor. I remembered a young man there. I think his name was David. He told me that he was a telepath as well. We became friends, but one day he left. I became incredibly upset, so the scientists took me away to a white lab and it all went black.

What did they do to me? Tears were running down my cheeks. I felt so confused and angry at the world. Someone needed to pay for it.