Soon I detected the signs of his illness. He grew more and more paranoid, leading ultimately to thedeath of his boyhood rival.
The teenage boy stands over the body of a young man, who is bald and dressed in a sweater and slacks.A young blond girl looks on, horror stricken.
When the boy was commited to an institution, I felt I had no choice but to intervene.
The boy is seated across the desk from Prof X, who is speaking to him.Prof X: “Hello, Clark. My name is Charles Xavier. I'll be working with you to make you well again.You can call me Charles.”
Using my own mutant power, I carefully supressed Clark's knowledge of his own gift. His memory of Alexander's death became one of a crime of passion. I prescribed him the standard treatment of Lithiumfor his Schizoprenia, and pronounced him cured.
Clark and Prof X shaking hands outside an institution. Clarks parents in front of the pickup truck,waiting to take him home.
Years went by, and after college, Clark moved to Chicago, earning a job as a writer at the ChicagoTribune. Meanwhile, other things kept my attention from him.
Clark sits at a desk, a black haired woman standing beside him. Split panel. Prof X and Magneto stand