Suspicious Death

"So what do you think, Charles? If you were the one making the decision, would you choose to leave this place, or investigate the cause of your father's death?"

In the cold wind, Su Ming tossed his gloves to Charles and asked for his opinion.

Like all precocious children, Charles should have had thoughts of his own. And as a Mutant, he even possessed the ability to turn those thoughts into reality.

Charles silently put on the gloves. They looked like two enormous bear paws.

Black leather gloves represented 'not a good person' in many television shows, but even without being able to see Mr. Wilson's thoughts, Charles could tell from his eyes that there was no discrimination or hostility there.

"Rationally speaking, I want to find out how my father died. It looks like murder rather than an accident. He invented that machine and used it thousands of times. 'An accident caused by improper operation of the machine' sounds more like an excuse."

"Your father worked at a classified facility. They've always been secretive and evasive. That excuse is nothing unusual." Su Ming stroked his beard and took out a cigarette.

"The family should be informed. We have that right, don't we?"

"That's how it should be, but power doesn't reason."

"So considering the real situation, my mother and I should follow Uncle Howard's advice and find somewhere to hide. That would be the right thing to do."

Charles did not argue. He understood perfectly. He had known in advance that it would turn out this way.

"Then aren't you a little unwilling to accept that? Want to hear my opinion?" Su Ming smiled and placed a hand on Charles's shoulder as if he were holding a rag doll.

"What would you do?" Charles sniffed. His nose was about