Charles slowly woke with a start. Something was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something felt different. His head shook and he felt it like a disturbance that he couldn't explain. A new voice crying out. A new mind asking for help. He wasn't sure just what it was, but it was something.
Using his arms for leverage, Charles pulled himself to the edge of the bed and reached for his chair. He was careful, having gotten the hang of parking it beside the bed so that he could transfer himself easily. Once he was settled, he unlocked the chair and rolled out into the hallway.
His mind reached out, trying to find out just what was different. He could sens that not many were awake yet. Hank was still sleeping. Raven was shifting in her sleep from bad dreams. After the events of Apocalypse, everyone had come back to the mansion and things were starting to finally go back to normal.
Or so he thought. So, why was this morning different from the others?
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Date: 2018-09-23 09:02 am (UTC)Using his arms for leverage, Charles pulled himself to the edge of the bed and reached for his chair. He was careful, having gotten the hang of parking it beside the bed so that he could transfer himself easily. Once he was settled, he unlocked the chair and rolled out into the hallway.
His mind reached out, trying to find out just what was different. He could sens that not many were awake yet. Hank was still sleeping. Raven was shifting in her sleep from bad dreams. After the events of Apocalypse, everyone had come back to the mansion and things were starting to finally go back to normal.
Or so he thought. So, why was this morning different from the others?