CLOSED
sitting around, waiting for orders could not be their solution to this war. were the residents of xavier's just meant to wait for another sign of stryker to appear? no, they couldn't. there had to be another way, there had to be some clue to beat him at his own game and return to their normal lives. return to new york, 2017 --- however, the witch had realized it must now be 2018 back home, as they had been at the mansion for an entire year now. they couldn't just sit by, waste another day waiting to be ambushed, for innocent lives to be risked again. there was one thing good about being trapped with not much else to do, wanda could practice her powers, explore new territories she wasn't even aware she could conjure. wanda would be the first to admit she hasn't mastered her abilities yet --- far from it, in fact, but some were easier to control than others and after completing her own research with the variety of wicca and mutant-based books from around the bookshelves of the building, the mutant was positive she could accomplish one simple task.
the clock in her room struck three and there was hardly a stir as the witch tip-toed her way down the blackened halls and to the infirmary, perhaps she should've asked for assistance, but if anything were to happen to them she wasn't sure she'd be able to forgive herself. wanda had everything she needed in a spark from her fingertip, all the power it contained was more than enough to retrieve the professor's last memories and what he may have learned during his kidnapping by stryker's team. she was fond of the fellow mutant, but waking him from his comatose condition could deem too much of a risk. wanda placed a candle by his bedside, using a subtle pinch of red flames to light the wick before flicking her head around quickly to ensure nobody could disrupt her spell. with a point of her index finger, the door gently shut, crimson wisps turning the key to lock it before she diverted her focus back to the professor. after a prolonged, deep breath, wanda's hand hovered next to his temple as the wisps danced their way until they pressed to his skin and her entire body froze, but she prevailed. or so she thought as her powers worked their way to break down his barriers, to search his mind for the particular memories but with the struggle came a slip and the fight began. her teeth bit down hard together but wanda could tell it was already too late. her powers forced through but in the way she wished it wouldn't. a bleak, dire vision she had planted to distract the brain ripped it's way back to her, and the witch's eyes shone scarlet and she could feel a treacle of blood drip from her nostril. the pressure against her small frame was too much and a scream tore from her throat as she collapsed to her knees, a crimson explosion disintegrating around her and the infirmary's walls before everything turned dark.
sunrise came and wanda didn't find herself on the cold slates of the infirmary, but instead in her own bed, wrapped in her own blankets as if none of the previous hours had occurred. she sprung up once her clock struck ten, but again, not a single soul could be heard. she scratched at her skin as she headed down the doorway and to lorna's room, though there was still not a sound apart from subtle owl of the wind outside. the door easily opened, but no one was there. in fact, nobody could be seen in any of their rooms and the mutant ran to the living room area, the kitchen, the gardens and eventually back to the infirmary where the professor's monitor slowly beeped, the only sound that could be heard. her breath stuttered and she heaved a broken sigh as the words stumbled off her tongue, "...what have i done?"
