XAVIER

by EstherWaldo

Seven years ago the x-men lost a teacher and father. Now with Storm in charge things have changed, while on a raid at the MRD they find a young mutant in a cryogenic sleep. They decide to wake her up and bring her back to the mansion. But little do they know that she has a dark and complicated past and it will shock everyone. Edited by Regina E. Cover by Regina E.

11. Chapter 11 & Epilouge

Chapter 11

My head ached. The battle with Elwyn had been draining. I placed a hand to my bandaged head. I forced my eyes open. I was in the mansion's infirmary. I tried to sit up, but my head wouldn't stop spinning.

"Take it easy, Professor. You and Elywn had quite the battle." Said a voice I found to be Hank's.

"It's good to hear you, Hank." I said.

"You too, Professor." Hank replied.

"How is everyone?" I asked.

"All fine. We were all worrying about you, my friend." he replied.

"What about Erik and Lorna?" I asked again.

"Recovering in Genosha, but otherwise fine." he said.

"What about Elwyn, Hank?" I asked with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, Charles, but she had to be re-frozen. She's back with the MRD." he said while shaking his head.

"I understand Hank. She was too dangerous." I spoke.

"Yes, she was Charles." he added.

"Hank, do you think it would be possible to see her one last time?" I asked.

"I'll see what I can do. You should get some rest Professor." He said as he walked out the door.

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Half an hour later, Moira came down and helped me into a wheelchair so that I could go and see Elwyn. They led us past hallways full of frozen mutants and empty cryogenic pods. The pods stood vertically, lining the walls. Elwyn was in a pod labelled "5532A."

I looked upon my daughter for the last time. The fog swirled around the floor and ice crystals were on her pale skin.

"I'm so sorry Elwyn." I whispered "I'm sorry it had to be this way."

I looked at the cryogenic pod thoughtfully. She had said that I had and never would care for her. I told myself that she was wrong, but deep down inside, a part of me agreed with her. I had not cared for her and now she was back where she had started. As we left, I turned around and looked at my daughter for the very last time.

Epilogue

Even when we were back at home in Scotland, there was never a day I didn't think about Elwyn. I called Hank numerous times asking how she was. It was always the same thou still with the MRD. Hank, though, was working on a device which would work a bit like an inhibitor. It would allow Elwyn to still use her telepathy, but not to her full range. Unfortunately this device was years away, but I still had hope. Hope that one day my daughter would return to me.