Chapter Twentythree
Later that night, Mokuba carried Melissa down to the kitchen to get a bottle for her but as he entered the kitchen he stopped surprised when he saw Bobby eating ice cream in the kitchen.
"Hey Bobby, can't sleep?"
Bobby shrugged before Mokuba sat Melissa down in a highchair.
"Everyone keeps freaking out about the recent mutant attack, kinda hard to sleep while that’s going on" Bobby informed Mokuba as he prepared a bottle for Melissa, "I'm sorry you kids are worried about that, the professors dealing with it I promise you that" Mokuba promised as he gave Melissa her bottle she happily drank it.
“How are things with you and Rogue?”
Bobby hummed at that “It’s okay I’d like it to be more then okay, but you know…” Bobby trailed off sighing and Mokuba hummed sitting down in front of him, “I do Bobby I know” Mokuba told him who frowned.
“It’s just not easy you know?”
Mokuba nodded at that “I do, and I know it’s not easy but unfortunately that’s life” Mokuba told him who chuckled, “aren’t you supposed to give me some pep talk?” Bobby asked.
Mokuba smirked as Bobby stood up to be taller than him “like don’t you worry my dear student I know it’s tough not to be close to your own girlfriend, but we’ll work on it together” Bobby said teasingly, Mokuba snorted “okay I would never say that but I was going to say you’ll get find it easier” Mokuba told him before he gently brushed his daughters matching black hair strands.
“Like you and Professor Summers?”
Mokuba’s smile turned softer, his eyes filled with fondness at Scott’s mention.
“I guess so”
Meanwhile, in Arlington County prison in Virginia, Scott pushed Charles to the entrance as the special made to hold the man who could control metal.
He wore his visor just in case of emergency.
Though as Scott went to push him into the actual plastic cell, set up for Magneto, a guard stopped him.
"I'll take him from here."
Scott glared looking uncomfortable at that before Charles looked up at him and gave him a reassuring look, "It's all right, Scott," Charles assured before the guard smirked.
"Nice shades," he sarcastically commented making Scott roll his eyes, "thanks," Scott shot back with the same sarcasm before the guard wheeled Charles into the plastic cell.
"Charles Xavier, have you come to rescue me?"
"Sorry Erik, not today."
Erik turned from his game off chest to give Charles a weary smile "well then to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked his old friend, "the assassination attempt on the president, what do you know about it?" Charles asked him straight up.
Erik chuckled "nothing, only what I read in the papers you really shouldn't have to ask Charles," Erik commented before Charles noticed a familiar red patch on the back of his neck, Erik looked away once he noticed him looking "what has happened to you?" Charles asked concerned.
"I've had frequent visits from William Stryker."
"William Stryker?”
Charles looked troubled at that name before Erik chuckled dryly " now, now Charles, how long did you believe you could keep Mokuba away from Stryker without ever telling that young boy the truth?" Erik questioned tauntingly, Charles Shaked his head at that "I did that to help Mokuba, what I do, I do to help all of them," Charles defended making Erik laugh.
"You haven't told him anything, have you?"
"Mokuba's mind is still fragile."
"Is it?" Erik inquired with an evil smirk "or are you afraid of losing him too, old friend?", Charles frowned "Erik, what have you done?" Charles inquired and Erik looked down shamefully.
"I'm sorry Charles, I...I couldn't help it."
"What have you told Stryker?"
"...Everything."
Suddenly gas began seeping into the room.
"The war has begun."
"Scott!"
Scott made a face when heard the muffled yell of Charles before a woman walked in carrying a gun, as she raised it to him ready to fire Scott quickly used his Lazers at the woman.
Hitting her square in the chest she went stumbling back into a wall before she glared at him.
"Get him!"
As the guards moved to attack him he fired his lasers at one before soccer punching another in the face, suddenly one of them snuck up behind him and whacked him around the head knocking him out.
Meanwhile Mokuba was happily talking to Bobby when he felt an all too familiar pain in his head, “god not now” Mokuba cursed with a groan placing a hand on his head causing Bobby to frown looking worried.
"Professor Mokuba are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah It’s just a god damn mir…I..."
Mokuba stopped dead once he heard vehicles approaching the mansion and just about dozen heartbeats, Mokuba’s eyes widened at that forgetting about his headache as panic filled his face.
"Shit."
"Professor, what's wrong?"