Disclaimer: I don't own X-men. But if someone offered em I'd gladly accept....*giggle*....... Note: If you like this story, you'll like my other one, Xmen eXtreme.

IF ONLY YOU KNEW.

PROLOUGE 1987

There is a little boy, a 4 year old little boy. He is holding his mothers hand, holding on for dear life.

His father is screaming at his mother, His father is drunk, just like he usually is.

Father turns away, mother stoops down and whispers in his ear.

"Hide, Phillip. Hide, daddy's gonna hurt us!" In the soft but stern voice he expected.

Phillip kisses his mother and whispers,

"I love you."

Then he runs to the closet before his father can harm him. There he sets and watches.

There he sees something that he was never ment to see.

Father forces his mother on the sofa, then rapes her. Then he strangles her to death. All the while she is screaming very loud.

After his father kills her, he wants to have the wanted thing , so he rapes her body a second and third time.

When he finishes that, he looks around for his young son.

He comes closer to the closet, puts his hand on the doorknob. Then he hears a sound.

Sirens! The screaming has prevoked the neighbhors, to call the authorities.

Police flood the house, they grab his father and pin him to a wall.

A woman runs to and opens the closet door, Phillip is backed against the wall, in tears.

She picks him up and takes him outside, but before they exit, the young child see's his dead mother, in the true and brutal way she was murdered.

CHAPTER 1 FINDING OUT. 2003

"Hide, Phillip. Hide, daddy's gonna hurt us!" He hears, he is in his living room, and he sees his much younger self in his mothers arms.

He looks around to see his father in a drunken stupor.

The young Phillip runs into the closet, and looks out of the door slats.

The older Phillip must watch as his father rapes his mother, kills her, then rapes her again.

"NNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" He screams, then he realizes that it was only a dream. Tears flee from his brown eyes.

When he was 4, he had brown eyes and blonde hair, but now he still has the brown eyes, but his hair had darkened to a medium brown.

He was haunted by dreams every night, at times, he was frightened to sleep because he would relive those memories, just like every other night.

He was at a small apartment, his home. His Foster agency had bought it for him because he had spent

most of his life in foster care.

He was now 19, and considered old enough to leave foster care. So that is what he did.

He stood up and walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, there was no one there!!!

HE had heard about how mutants were becoming a threat all around the world, and he had now began to dispise them, but now he realized that he was one, one of many.

His reflection flickered and then he appeared in the mirror, just like himself, nothing different.

It was then that the doorbell rang, a man with no hair who was in a wheelchair was there