Alex remembered the first time that Charles Xavier walked into his life. The man had the confidence to walk right into a high security government prison and demand Alex’s release. Granted, it was back into the government but that day changed his life. He never thought of himself as a team player but that all changed with Cuba. The plans they all had would have changed the world. Mutants wouldn’t have to be afraid of their own powers but one bullet had derailed that dream. Alex was the first to leave. Things weren’t the same and a chance came up in the military so why not? He enjoyed serving his country so this seemed like the best next step. The school had started to fall apart when Alex left but that didn’t stop the guilt creeping in every so often. Returning to the mansion should have been a joyous occasion. One that would bring back all of the memories but this visit only brought up the feeling of regret. The grounds were empty and honestly, Alex remembered the mansion in better shape. “Professor?” He called out, his voice echoing throughout the vacant halls. “Is anyone here?” Alex half expected Beast to be lurking around but maybe the blue guy had finally had enough. Alex stopped outside his old room, his fingers tracing a pattern from the door. “If it helps, I’ve got a decent bottle of whiskey we could share?” Alex felt like a fool. Shouting into what felt like an oblivion of nothingness while he looked lost.- @hopeslastchxnce
