''So when we take the integration of...'' Here he was giving lectures to a room full of young men and women, even though his mind had left the room long ago. Walk out from class to another class mentality had taken it's toll on him, taking his ability to count the lectures he'd given today. Passing from subject to subject with each thinking about ending at that one, he kept going with instinctual push.
Lately, he found himself thinking what would happen if he'd leave this all behind? Could he leave his daily life behind, just to be out there all day or rather, would he do it? Was that what he desired? Many questions with no reasonable answer. Inner conflict at it's finest. ''Well, well. This is more than enough for today, dont you think?''
After his last lecture he escaped the building, embracing the winds and the sky with his angelic wings. His mind linked with the world through his vast telephatic connections. He learnt in his first years how to stop the screaming thoughts of the people living around the world but one could never truly stop them. They always stay there like silent whisper behind your back and with time you get accustomed to it. The same feeling of being accustomed made him feel the sudden silence from a crowd. The flight that had been started for an escape from the reality was about to turn into an important situation. He could feel it in his bones.
Taking all the speed that his wings were capable of achieving he got closer and closer to the source of the black hole of thoughts. As the distance shortened he started hearing a voice of a child almost like crying, in need of help. Mycroft always had a soft spot for children in need. Maybe that was the reason he was still holding to his job at the academy. Maybe if he were to bein a different situation he wouldn't sensible this much but this savior form as he calls it, was pushing his light hearted parts of his psyche out.
Opening his mind scan to spot people around that in need of help or ready to land a hand. Not touching to the other minds only acknowledging their existance he found a stronger one compared to others. His eyes saw a man suited in a heroic fashion. The angelic mutant slowly turned his body with an aesthetic maneuver. The sun behind him his wings opened right to his sides, Mycroft glid down to the heroic man costumed with his country's flag. ''Good day, gentlemen. What's the situation, here?''
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