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Chasing Liberty

The Proposition

Professor X was the smartest person she knew. His words were wise and always held purpose, and they were occasionally complex, though their meaning was obvious. She could listen to his lectures for hours on end, however, not while she was in class. No matter how intriguing the subject, the fact it was a class made everything seem insipid. It was like the usual fascination that would always capture her would vanish.

Mutant Ethics was usually a consuming class to her, though today it was lacking. She would have rather been out training with a friend, honing her physical skills rather than her mental ones. She would have, preferably, been out with Logan as her sparring partner, seeing as he was the one who usually made things entertaining and much more interesting in one way or another.

“When an individual acquires great power, the use or misuse of that power is everything. Will it be for the greater good, or it will it be used for personal or destructive ends? Now this is a question that we must all ask ourselves. Why?—Because we are mutants. For psychics this presents a particular problem. When is it acceptable to use our power and when do we cross that invisible line that turns us into tyrants over our fellow man?” Charles lectured, his eyes gazing at each and every student to keep the connection strong.

“But Einstein said that ethics are an exclusive human concern without any superhuman authority behind it.” She pipped up, becoming engaged in the lecture when she realized she had something to contribute.

“Yes, but Einstein wasn’t a mutant.” The professor replied, a small smile coming across his lips. “So far as we know.” He joked, causing a few of her classmates and even herself to chuckle lightly at his humor.

“Now this case study was sent to me by a colleague, Dr. Moira MacTaggart.” Charles looked over at the television that resided next to him on a stand and then turned his attention to one student in particular. “Jones.”

The boy gave a nod back to the professor and blinked his eyes in the direction of the television, the set switching on and a video beginning to play. A young woman began to talk into the camera with an elderly man lying upon a hospital bed in the background.

The man you see here was born with no higher-level brain functions. His organs and nervous system work, but he has no consciousness to speak of.

The video was paused and Charles resumed his lecture.

“Now, what if we were to transfer the consciousness of one person—say a father of four with terminal cancer—into the body of this man? How are we to decide what falls within the range of ethical behavior and what…” The Professor’s speech halted and all was silent in the room as Charles looked deep in thought, staring blankly ahead.

Everyone in the room had a gut feeling that something was off, though no one’s feeling was more urgent then the one she had.

“Professor…?” A girl in the back quietly spoke up, wondering if he was all right.

Her soft voice seemed to snap him out of his trance-like state and he looked around the room and at his students. “We’ll continue this tomorrow. Class dismissed.”

Everyone began to pack and gather their belongings, soon heading for the door. She contemplated asking the Professor what was wrong; though felt that if he wanted to share any information or concerns, he would do so on his own. With that final thought, she, too, began to pack her things and went off to her room to drop them off. She changed into some more flexible clothing and went off onto the ground to find a nice place to train.

At least I’ll be using what would have been the remainder of class productively.


She wiped away a few beads of sweat that accumulated upon her brow with part of her shirt. She panted fast and hard, her lungs rattling inside of her chest from lack of oxygen, working overtime to bring valuable nutrients to every part of her body that was screaming at her for pushing so hard. Each breath she took was like the equivalent of drinking a chilled glass of water in the Sahara. It was refreshing and she felt like it was a necessity.

There was a slight breeze that flew in from the north that caressed her tanned skin, cooling her body all the more. “Thanks for the breeze, Ororo.” She sighed out, turning around to face the dark skinned beauty who leaned against the trunk of a tree, her white, nearly silver, hair cascading down her shoulders.

Ororo smiled and pushed off the tree with her foot. “You’re welcome, Liberty.” She replied. “You’re really improving, you know.” Storm sauntered closer to the young adult and put a hand upon her shoulder. “The Professor wants to see you and sent me out here to get you. He says it’s rather urgent so if you could hurry back to the house and change into some nicer clothes it’d be appreciated.”

Liberty chuckled dryly. “Nicer?” She questioned. “How much nicer?”

“Anything that isn’t covered with sweat is fine,” she rephrased with a lighthearted laugh. “I’ve got to get back. Just hurry back, okay, Libby?”


Liberty picked up her bottled water from the floor and began to walk back towards the mansion she knew as home, taking a few sips from the plastic container to calm her dry throat as she did so. She passed younger mutants who played with each other, who were happy to be out of class and in an environment that accepted them for who they were. Liberty could remember how overjoyed she was when she was brought to this sanctuary herself. There were no real words to explain how she felt that day, but one word that she felt came close was “grateful”.

After entering her room, she quickly gathered some fresh clothes and changed into them immediately, soon walking into the bathroom to splash some water on her face to remove some of the sweat and dirt that had piled up. When she finished drying off her face, she left the bathroom and headed down the maze of hallways towards the Professor’s office, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer.


“Ah, Director Fury, to what do I owe this surprise visit?” Charles inquired, watching the head man of S.H.I.E.L.D. disembark the landing helicopter and walk towards him.

“Professor X, I have a proposition for you, one that I think you’ll find to be very beneficial to both you and myself.”

“Shall we take this to my office then, Director?”


@Casey @Starfleet Dropout
Thank you both for your lovely comments! :)

Aishiteruyo. Aishiteruyo.

Good job so far. I'll be keeping my eye on this one.

please update soon!

Casey Casey
I love this, please update soon!xx
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