From Charles to Clark || Treatment 03
Here in the hospital the days had come to blur together, hours easily trickling into days, and days into weeks. The longer Charles spent here, the less keen he had become on keeping track of the staggering count of their days spent quarantined in this facility. This being true, it just so happened that the holidays were already sneaking around the corner.
The mutant had only been aware enough of the weather to reflexively don one of his familiar sweaters, the likes of which he'd procured from his closet this fine morning. A morning like any other morning, he had been convinced...until the announcement over the loudspeaker confirmed otherwise.
Halloween already, was it? Well, he shouldn't have considered himself surprised. Even so, as he took note of his new surroundings...he could describe the transformation as nothing short of unsettling. In the dark and dank room that had become his new residence, only the dim glow of the computer monitor shone. Drawn to it like a moth to a light, the professor sat down before it, linking his hands before his face as he contemplated the screen.
Ah, he was to choose a costume? Surely that was simple enough. In scrolling through there were many options ranging from the 'sassy' to the ludicrous (although often-times they coincided), eventually he came across something that appealed to him well enough. After all, he merely desired a simple costume...a suit, striped tie, glasses... This would do. Though the name was unfamiliar to him...
Who in the world was this 'Clark Kent'?
Probably some idol popular with the kids these days. Either way, it would do, Charles decided. And so it was that his selection mysteriously materialized as he exited the four-person room. Although, it was a moment before the mutant noticed something peculiar, causing him to loosen his tie. Something was quite snug against his chest, and a handful of freed buttons determined what.
The glaring trio of primary colors revealed a large "S" dashed across his chest. What it stood for, he couldn't say... But this hospital was getting more perplexing by the minute.
"Honestly...when comes the day of rest?" Charles heaved a weary sigh as he replaced the buttons, decidedly lifting a hand to his temple. With each treatment came the concern over the availability of his powers... However, the result he received was far from the usual mind-reading tactic he often employed. Instead, the mutant was startled by a sudden jet of orange light that emitted from his eyes beyond his control, effectively setting fire to the flurry of cobwebs that decorated a large portion of the hall.
Last he had checked...he hadn't possessed anything nearly resembling heat vision. Though as the fire caught the dry cracked wood beneath his feet...well, he may as well have set off a bonfire, smoke swiftly filling the hall. But where was the exit? The smoke was only growing thicker, obscuring his vision in the hall as the flames licked their way up the walls as well.
"Wh-where are the bloody sprinklers!?"
Honestly, this was no time to panic!
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