Laughter fills the halls of the school as children run around, playing with one another. All was peaceful. Suddenly, it all disappeared, replaced with red, fire, and chaos as the peaceful mood was ruined.

~

"You're sure I can't convince you to stay?"

"You're a psychic Charles. You can convince me to do anything."

The man walks away, before the man in the wheelchair reaches out and says, "Wait."

One moment in life that changed thousands of realities.

~

"I found a newly discovered mutant." The bald man in the wheelchair declares in a british accent, putting down his strange headgear.

"His mind is strange. He seems to be another telepath. And we know, me especially, what damage an untrained telepath can do."

"Do we go find him?" A woman this time, with blue skin and bright red hair.

"We do not have to go far. He already lives in Westchester."

"That's a strange coincidence."  Another man, with actual hair, states.

"I know, my friend. He has just recently turned up on Cerebro." 

"But all mutants show up on Cerebro, whether they have discovered their powers or not." the blue-skinned says, confused.

"Exactly. Which is what makes this case so interesting, and that is also why I believe that this mutant may be a telepath, shielding himself from Cerebro, until now." The bald man states.

"Why now?" The other man asks.

"I... do not know yet. His mind is impenetrable to me right now. I can only sense him."

"Do you at least know his name?" The woman asks.

"Alexander Fate."

~

I woke up suddenly, not knowing what the Hades I just saw. Honestly, I can hear Nico telling me in the back of my head saying to stop using his dad as a curse, but Hades didn't exist here, so I didn't bother to care anymore.

All I knew was that a bald guy knew my name, the blue girl looked a lot like the smurf (and was also naked for some reason, but we won't talk about that), and soon, they might go looking for me. 

They already knew where I lived, and seemed to believe that I was a "telepath".

I scrolled through phone that Ivy got me, not caring since monsters probably didn't exist, searching up telepath.

Since, apparently, google didn't exist during 1984, I had to warp the phone into the one's used in my time. One of the perks as a child of Hecate.

Apparently, a telepath is someone who is able to see into the mind, and the only known telepath right now was Charles Xavier, who ran the Charles Xavier's School for the Gifted.

Further research helped me learn that it was a school for mutants. Further research meaning that I dug into files that I probably shouldn't have been looking in. Thank you Leo and Malcolm.

A telepath. I wonder how useful it would have been to have a demigod who was able to read minds. So many things could have been prevented if a demigod had this power. But on the wrong side, it could be dangerous.

I wasn't sure whether this Charles Xavier was a bad guy yet. He seemed okay, but he ran a school, and that was evil in itself. No demigod (except for maybe the Athena kids, but they're smart) actually, really liked school.

But other than that, he seemed like a good guy. 

I needed to clear my head from all the information that I just processed. Apparently, Xavier runs a school that exploded or something, has unresolved sexual tension with the other man, who I didn't know the name of. And he was searching for me.

I searched up Charles Xavier and found out he was this rich ass guy with a lot of doctorates. Reminded me of a child of Athena. He had blue eyes, same as the man in two of the visions. In the pictures before, though, he had hair. I wonder where all of it went.

I slowly walked downstairs from my "room". 

"Hey Michael, I'm going for a walk!" I yell to him.

"Sure, jus' make sure you get some breakfast." He grumbled, "Youngin's these days. So energetic. So impatient."

I chuckle softly, grabbing a waffle on my way out.

I had stayed here for two days, making sure to carefully recast the mist each day in case any strong minded mortal broke free from my spell. I had carefully made sure that everything would seem unsuspicious.

Damn, gods know I needed a walk to clear my mind.

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Charles Xavier was a mutant. A powerful telepath. He knew things without even trying. He was different.

His ability to read minds since a young boy had always burdened him, frightened him, and he could only imagine what young Alexander was feeling now.

He knew the damage an untrained telepath could do, and how they felt about it themselves. It always felt like a violation of privacy, but there was nothing he could do to block all those voices.

He was certain that with time, Alexander could be a powerful telepath. Like Jean and himself.

Jean was doing very well in her studies, as well as her telekinesis. She and Scott also seemed to have some sort of relationship with one another.

Right now, he was in his car with Raven, his little sister, and Erik, also known as Magneto, the world-known terrorist.

He also brought Jean along, just in case the boy was scared, and needed someone his age to help him feel safer.

Charles was going to visit Mr. and Mrs. Goode, and elderly couple living in Westchester, about their child, Alexander.

Soon, they arrived in a small neighborhood, buildings lining the streets.

Charles rolled off the ramp of his car, his friends following.

The minds of different people filled his head, as Charles struggled to block all of them. It seemed like there were more people here then he thought.

He rolled up the pathway in his electric wheelchair to the small house that belonged to the Goode family. Apparently, the couple had adopted Alexander when he was 10 and his parents died. Much like Charles' own parents.

Going into the old house, Charles immediately reached his mind out to the residents of this house in case they attacked him.

Weirdly, Alexander's presence didn't seem to be in the house, but Charles assumed it was because he was shielding his mind.

Raven walked up the door in her blonde form and knocked politely three times.

An elderly man opened the door for her, asking, "What is it you want?"

"Hello, my name is Charles Xavier, these are my companions, and I'm here to meet with your son, Alexander."

"The boy? He goes by Alex here. What he'd do, because I assure you, he didn't do it." Michael Goode said.

"Alex hasn't done anything wrong, we just want to speak with him." Charles say politely.

"Oh, you should have come earlier then. He just left a few minutes ago, in quite a rush too." Ivy Goode said, walking down the stairway.

Which would explain why Charles couldn't sense his presence in the house.

"Did he say where he would be going?" Jean asked.

"No, jus' said he was goin' for a walk. Kid does that sometimes." Michael replied.

Charles decided to take a peek into their minds to see if Alex had dropped hints of his whereabouts to them. It was likely that Alex had sensed them before hand and ran away for awhile.

Erik seemed to see what Charles was about to do, and quickly shielded him and his wheelchair from view, making conversation with the elderly couple.

Charles dwelled into the mind of Michael Goode, seeing his memories, the memories were there, and Alex hadn't revealed his whereabouts, but strangely enough any memory before that seemed to have some sort of haze to them. Like they were seen through the lens of a foggy camera.

Charles frowned slightly as he reviewed all the memories that Michael had with Alex. All of the six years spent together seemed foggy, until before Alex arrived, and those memories were perfectly fine, perfectly clear.

Before, Charles may have dismissed this as having an older mind, tending for memories to be foggy, but that didn't explain why the memories of before seemed perfectly fine.

Charles left Michael's mind and went into Ivy's instead. Her memories were the same too. Six years spent with Alex were all blurry, yet before that, perfectly fine.

Charles doesn't know what had happened to them between those six year time, but he sure as hell is going to find out.

Slowly, he clears the fogginess, like a mist, from the couples' minds. The foggy memories disappear as new ones replace it. Sharper, clearer memories.

Charles slowly retreats from their minds, wanting to see what would happen.

Slowly, as if shaking themselves from a daze, the Goode couple looked at them with a sharper view then before.

"What the hell are you doing in my house." The elderly man demanded.

"What do you mean? You invited us in, remember?" Charles asks, nonplussed.

"I invited no one into this house. And certainly not people like you." Michael says.

"You invited us in to talk about your son, Alex, remember?" Raven says, confused while looking at Charles like, 'what the hell have you done?'

Excuse you, Charles hasn't done anything wrong.

"What do you mean 'son'. Me and Ivy never had children." Michael says while Ivy nods behind him.

"That doesn't make any sense," Jean says, silent until now, "Didn't you just say that Alex had gone off somewhere?"

"I already said. Do I have to repeat myself because there was wax in your ears?" Michael demands, "We. Have. No. Son." He says punctuating every word.

He then promptly kicks them all out.

"Well, that was certainly... eventful" Charles says.

"I'll say." Raven replies scowling. "What the fucks wrong with them anyways. Just a few minutes ago, they were happily talking about Alex, like he was their own kid. And now it seems like he never existed in their entire lives."

"It certainly is strange." Charles says, wheeling down the streets. They had decided to walk around to ask about Alex.

"And it is strange that everyone else seems to know Alex right now, except for them." Erik states. 

Jean nods thoughtfully. "It's almost like their minds were foggy until Charles went in there. Then everything changed, and the memories with Alex disappeared, and new clearer ones appeared. And every one here seems to have foggy memories too."

Slowly reaching out to all the minds, Charles realizes that this is true. He clears the minds of these people too, then asking if they know who Alex is.

They all promptly say that they know no Alex, even though just a few seconds ago, they were all telling stories of Alex, and how they knew him.

The answer dawned on Charles. Altered memories. 

Quickly, he rolled around, and up back towards his car.

"Charles, where are you going? We're supposed to be looking for Alex-"

"No time, I'll explain when we get back." Charles says quickly, rolling the wheels of his wheelchair as fast as it allows.

Because if he was right, then this Alex person was more powerful than he thought.

(1820 words)

I was tempted to make it longer, but decided to cut it short.

Life is horrible right now, the teacher is mad at all of us, and we have way to much homework due soon. And I haven't started.

I love how everyone is like, who is Alex, he's so powerful, and Alex is like, scared of them slightly and wondering where all of Charles' hair went. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

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