"What do you know?" Wolverine demanded, voice hoarse with fury, claws already half-sheathed.
Ritsuka's temples throbbed. A pressure—psychic, invasive—spiked through his mind. He saw Hakuno flinch too, both of them wincing from the same mental ripple. And everyone felt same like them.
Emma Frost stood tall, eyes shut, her left hand pressed against her temple. Her breath came in slow control, but her voice was laced with cold disgust. "You two are new here. Fresh minds. Unclouded. Good. Let me show you the real face of Mr. Charles Xavier."
"Emma! Stop this!" Xavier stepped forward, alarmed, but he was already too late.
Emma's diamond form flickered across her skin before fading. Her voice remained calm, but every word struck like a psychic bullet. "I warned you, Charles. Even if one student suffered because of your blind morality, your illusions of a utopia—I'd expose you. You crossed the line with Jean. You violated her mind. Now face the consequences."
Both Ritsuka and Hakuno saw it: a kaleidoscope of memories Emma forcefully surfaced. Jean's cries behind mental barriers. The overwhelming fire of the Phoenix. Xavier's repeated mental suppressions. The grief, the control, the betrayal. Not only Jean. But Emma showed the fate of other Mutants. How Xavior manipulated many Mutants according to his goals. How he robbed them all with his Greater Good morals.
"Our contract is over," Emma said, turning to the others. "He let a student fall—not because of power—but because of his own weakness."
Logan was the first to react.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE—OLD MANN!!" His voice cracked into a roar as his claws snapped out with a vicious snikt.
Colossus was barely fast enough to get in front of Xavier, placing himself like a steel wall between the enraged Wolverine and the professor.
Then Rogue dropped to her knees, a sob erupting from her throat.
"It was all a lie... my boyfriend—he wasn't in a coma." Her voice shattered. "I—I killed him. I KILLED HIM!"
Remy Lebeau—Gambit—watched her in silence. 'Damn... she really thought he was just asleep. Must be hell carryin' that kinda guilt.' But even he didn't crack a joke. Not now.
Scott Summers' visor flashed red.
"You son of a—" He fired.
A crimson laser blast shot toward Xavier—but was met instantly by a shimmering black barrier.
Ritsuka had summoned Shadow servant Mash Kyrielight, her spirit form materializing just in time. Her shield intercepted the beam, absorbing the blast with a thunderous clang.
"Enough!" Hakuno cried out, stepping forward. "This won't help anyone! Killing him won't undo what's been done."
"NO!" Scott yelled, eyes burning through the visor. "He deserves nothing less! That HEARTLESS BASTARD!"
Then Logan's rage peaked.
"WHERE IS MY WIFE?!" Logan's voice broke, raw and real. "You KNEW she was kidnapped. By those people. When I begged you for help—you didn't say a damn thing. You didn't even look at me."
Xavier flinched, unable to meet his gaze.
Logan's claws scraped the metallic wall as he struggled against Colossus, practically frothing. "You... YOU BRAINWASHED ME. Fifteen YEARS! Fifteen FUCKING YEARS! I lost my wife. She was pregnant. And I didn't even know the goddamn truth because of YOU!"
His voice cracked into a snarl of helpless rage.
"You played with my life! You stole it from me!!"
The room had descended into chaos—screams, accusations, power flaring at the edges.
And standing in the eye of that storm was Charles Xavier. The air was heavy. The truth had been spilled like poison in the water, and the once-sacred walls of the Xavier Institute now echoed with disillusionment.
Scott Summers' visor flickered slightly as his emotions overtook his control. He turned, his rage barely contained.
"Move aside, Fujimaru," he growled. "He needs to die. I lost my brother because of him."
Ritsuka didn't flinch. He stood in front of Xavier, calm yet firm,
"I begged him," Scott continued, his voice shaking. "I begged him to help me find my brother after my own father—my own father—sold him to some underground experiment ring for money. And what did Xavier do?" He turned toward the Professor. "You brainwashed me. Made me believe I never had a brother at all!"
Hakuno's voice rang sharp and cold, cutting through the tension.
"So what now? You're going to let Jean vanish the same way? Just like your brother?"
Scott's jaw clenched. His breath was ragged. The room was silent.
Ritsuka spoke gently, "Scott... I don't have the right to tell you what to do. But at least... think about what Jean would want. I don't believe she'd want you to change like this. Not for vengeance. Not by becoming what she fears."
Ritsuka remember Jeanne Alter words. And he doesn't want his friend to turn into something else in vengeance.
The silence broke with the soft BAMF of teleportation. Kurt Wagner appeared beside them, his golden eyes downcast.
"I can't believe it," Kurt muttered, voice thick with disappointment. "I always thought Professor Xavier was... righteous."
Betsy Braddock—Psylocke—stepped forward, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "He has done a lot for us, Kurt. That can't be denied."
"But how can we trust him now?" Bobby Drake said bitterly, ice crackling subconsciously around his fingertips. "Trust is the one thing we had. Once it's broken… what's left?"
Murmurs filled the hall. Discontent spread like wildfire. Some students whispered about leaving the school. Others stared at Xavier in silence—uncertain, afraid.
Emma Frost stood tall, her voice calm but sharp like crystal glass.
"Yes. Trust is crucial. Who's to say Xavier wouldn't brainwash anyone again if he thought it justified his so-called moral path?"
Ritsuka looked at her sharply. "Then why didn't you let the X-Men know about Xavier's secrets earlier? If trust is so important, why stay silent all these years?"
The room turned, all eyes landing on Emma. Her icy demeanor faltered for a split second. Even Hakuno narrowed her gaze.
Emma didn't answer immediately. Her voice dropped lower, quieter, yet more commanding. "Because I needed to. Because we needed him."
Everyone was stunned—except Ritsuka.
Emma continued, her eyes scanning the room. "Charles Xavier... is not a perfect man. He has made grave mistakes. But when the world saw us as nothing more than freaks, when governments hunted us like vermin, he was the one who kept us alive."
She turned to Rogue, to Iceman, to Scott. "He built a bridge when Magneto was ready to burn the world down. He gave us a school when the world gave us prison cells."
The crowd stilled. Even the most skeptical among them couldn't dismiss those words.
Emma continued, voice lower but resolute. "He was necessary—especially in the past, when the government saw us as weapons or monsters. Now... now we're starting to earn some public support. People are beginning to understand us. The government is relying on mutants to help handle crises. That shift started because of Charles Xavier."
A pause. Emma's voice softened.
"He did terrible things. But he also saved more mutants than any of us combined. He gave us a future. Even if his methods… were cruel."
Kurt looked torn. Bobby's ice melted into water at his feet.
Psylocke finally exhaled. "That's... the truth none of us wanted to say."
Xavier remained seated, silent. His hands gripped the armrests of his chair tightly.
She hesitated, then added with steel in her tone, "Yes, he's done things that can't be excused. But compared to what Magneto has done... Xavier's sins were driven by desperation, not hatred."
Ritsuka nodded slightly, acknowledging her honesty. "I kinda understand."
James Moriarty, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "If he's so important, then why reveal the truth when he's clearly in a fragile mindset? Didn't you just argue he's essential for mutantkind's future?"
Emma's gaze didn't waver. "Because he's old. Because mutants can now survive on their own thanks to his work."
Karna, who had been watching silently, stepped forward. His crimson eyes were unreadable. "So, now that his purpose is fulfilled, you want to dispose of him? You're using Jean's crisis as your excuse."
Emma didn't flinch. "Yes. I want to be head of this school. I won't deny it."
Gasps echoed through the hall. Her true intentions, laid bare.
It was too much.
Xavier's mind, already shaken, snapped.
His voice trembled but carried the weight of buried guilt and fierce conviction. "Stop it. All of you. I didn't do anything evil. I did what I thought was right. Yes, Logan—" he turned to the Wolverine, his voice cracking, "—I did alter your memories. Because your wife had been taken by Hydra, the same terrorist group Captain America once fought. Hydra isn't gone—they're still in the shadows. And back then, mutants were weak, scattered. Vulnerable. We could've been wiped out. That's why I made the hard choices. That's why I left them behind."
He turned to Scott. "That's why I brainwashed you. Even now, I had planned to bring Ritsuka and Hakuno into this school as teachers—just like I did with Logan. They want to fight hydra, which I can't let happen at all, and also Because they can help us. Ritsuka said he can save Jean. And if he can…"
His eyes locked with Ritsuka's.
"Then I need to know. So open your mind to me. This won't hurt. Let me see what's in your head."
Hakuno surged forward, face dark with fury. She was about to strike him when a firm hand stopped her—James Moriarty.
He shook his head. "You're not thinking straight, Professor. You're slipping into the same madness you claim to fight. Reading his mind like this… it's dangerous."
Ororo Munroe—Storm—who had been silent all this time, stepped forward. Her eyes, usually calm, now stormed with disappointment.
Without a word, she slapped Xavier.
The crack echoed through the hall.
She whispered, voice broken. "You betrayed us all."
That single moment—so full of heartbreak—was enough to shake Charles Xavier to his core. His defenses faltered. The mind that had once shaped a dream for coexistence trembled beneath the weight of everything it had sacrificed.
And for the first time…
He looked truly alone.
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Note: Sorry for small chapter but I will upload chapters regularly from tomorrow onwards.