I sighed, entering the main hall of the school. I could still hear Cerebro calling to me, leading me forward. "I'm here." Softly, I announced.
"Welcome, Mecha." Startling me, a voice said.
I turned to find a bald, middle aged man in a high-tech wheelchair. It was not his voice that took me by surprise; it was the fact I heard his voice in my head as I did with the machines. He smiled kindly then spoke normally. "I apologize if i frightened you." Calmly, he said. "I am Professor Charles Xavier, dean and founder of this school for the gifted."
"You have a power like mine?" Slowly, I asked.
"I have telepathy, among other gifts." Calmly, Xavier replied. "Your form of telepathy seems to be geared towards machines... that is a very rare ability."
"Cerebro said you can help me." Uncertain, I said.
Xavier nodded. "I can, if you let me." Serious, he said. "Here, we help young mutants like yourself learn control of their abilities to help human kind and hopefully establish a peaceful coexistence."
"Can I come and go as I please?" Wincing, I asked.
"We ask that you give this school a chance." Calmly, Xavier replied. "However, if you feel the need to move on, we will not stop you."
*He speaks the truth...* a computerized voice said in my head.
I sighed then slowly nodded. "I will give this school a chance."
Xavier smiled. "I am glad to hear that, Mecha." Kindly, he said. "Come, I will give you a tour of the school then leave you with one of our prefects."
"Prefect?" Confused, I asked.
"A member of a graduated class who stayed on to become teachers." Calmly, Xavier replied. "All of them were just as frightened and uncertain as you are when they first came to this school..."
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