Awakening from unpleasentness

Xavier looked away from the cat, and continued, "I was an experiment subject once. I never told anyone this, because I felt that nobody would want to help me with my plans... I was born as a clone. My father was married at the time, and because I am an exact duplicate, I have no mother. My father abandoned me in the laboratory to have another son. He must have thought that I was useless. But the scientists didn't think so." He looked down, not looking at anything in particular. "I was forced to live inside a large glass container, eating nothing but some sort of liquid... it tasted horrible and it wasn't healthy. I felt weak... and what were these scientists doing? They were using me... they wanted to test out the effects of chemicals against me... knowing it will be the same results as other humans. I was infected with various chemicals... I wouldn't be suprised if the liquid contained one of them... but they made a fatal mistake. They gave me this abomination..."

He suddenly raised his good hand and sparks came flying out of his hand. He cast a small bolt of lightning onto a random bottle. It was completely smashed.

"I didn't ask for this... and I plan on getting revenge for this!"

Xavier saw that the cat was gently nudging his hand, but he continued his story anyway. "A few years later... actually, just a couple of years ago, I was forced into a war. It was us against some country I've never even heard of before... I can't remember its name. But anyway, naturally, I'd have used my powers to defend myself, but that wasn't enough. Someone blasted my arm off... you can see the results of that already." He looked at the cat again. "The worst part of THAT story was that the government didn't even tell the public... and even denied it when the media questioned them."

He suddenly felt the pain in his stomach again. He clutched onto his stomach again. It wasn't as bad as the last time, but he could already tell it was going to get worse.

((OOC: It's ok. It happenes to me sometimes))

Xavier clutched his stomach some more. "I'll be fine," he lied. He wasn't sure how long this would last. He decided that perhaps now was not the time to run from the hospital. He needed all the energy he could muster up if he wanted to carry out his plan successfully. He lay on his bed and closed his eyes. He knew he was not going to fall asleep at this state, but at least he doesn't have to look at anything. At least he could feel alone, even if the cat does not leave. He focused his mind on his plan... anything to avoid the pain.

The plan was coming together now. He did not need students anymore. At least not unil much later than expected. Xavier opened his eyes quickly and looked to the right. Turns out he has all the stuff he needs stored inside a bag. The nurse must have noticed when he was attacked. The plan could go ahead tonight if it wasn't for the pain... his mind wandered to the pain, which in turn became much worse. "Anything that can help me digest whatever's in my stomach?" he joked. At least he can still think he's witty. He knows that nothing is in his stomach... it's in his bionic arm.. "That's it!" he yelled, completely forgetting about the pain. Without much hesitation, he sat up and looked at his arm for any abnormalities. He removed any removable part. Sure enough, there's something. And it's growing fast. "I'm gonna need you're help, kid," he asked, almost politely. "Just pass me some sort of acid."

Xavier saw the cat obey his order. "Thanks. I've seen these things before." He took the bottle, suprisingly labled 'Acid' and poured it all over the point where Xavier saw the thing that's growing. It seemed to work pretty well: a relaxing fizzing noise was made and the pain in his stomach is fading fast. Eventually, Xavier could just pick the thing off and when he did, it turned out to be a biological machine of some sort. "I've seen them in the laboratory before. They feed on electronic information and have been known to control stuff like computers and robots." He lay down again, relaxed, having just remembered that the morphine was still in effect. "I'll now have to wait until the morphine wears off before I can leave. It should take until tomorrow morning." He drifted off to a deep sleep.