So this is how it is. I'm writing a Story based around X-men using mainly OC and this is the prologue.

Chapter one will be uploaded probably monday and thats where everything starts properly for now enjoy this really short opening.

Keith sat at on the chair, looking mournfully at the body on the slab, unsure if the damage would repair itself or if Tyrant would actually die this time. He had found a mutant friendly doctor in the hospital and told him of Tyrant's mutation. The doctor had moved his body to an intensive care unit room and let Keith sit in the room, pulling the curtains on the windows and locking the door, saying he would be back in an hour. Knowing Tyrant's healing power worked better when the room temperature was low, he had asked if Sprite could also come into the room, her power to manipulate water meant she could keep the room cool by covering the walls in ice and stopping it from melting.

Half an hour passed, Keith sighed, Sprite had fallen asleep but her bad mood kept the ice from melting. He stood up, and walked over to the corpse, which had began to smell, and pulled a cover over it, Tyrant had killed himself, destroyed the school, and put the lives of those he loved in danger, although judging by how he was acting, if Tyrant was actually alive, he didn't care. "Oh Tyrant, you stupid fool, you got too close to her, and she broke your heart, so you tried to kill us all."

"It wasn't him." Sprite had just awoken; the water was back in the water cooler in the corner. And she looked afraid. "Whoever it was that destroyed the school, was not Tyrant, he would never have done something like that, he loved her, he wouldn't have tried to kill her."

"Don't be ridiculous, who was it then? And is this not Tyrant laying here?" Keith looked at Sprite, confused at her statement and angry that she was coming up with such an obscure thesis. "And what do you mean he loved her? They were just friends weren't they? And after the arguments no one thought they even liked each other." He questioned her logic. It was surely impossible for them to be in love without him knowing, wasn't it?

"You don't get what I mean, for a start, you know I can tell what they felt, he loved her, she liked him as a friend and didn't know about his feelings, well if she did she didn't know how strong they were. Secondly, what colour are Jak's eyes?"

"You're using his real name? Green, well one of them is blue, why?"

"And when he uses his Kinetic powers?"

"They glow dark red, I fail to see what that has to do with anything..."

"When I tried to save him, they were black, it looked like he had no eyes. That's not Jak, well it might be now, but it wasn't when I made the ice block to save us from the falling masonry. Secondly, Jak feels pain, you saw the damage he had taken, and yet he was still walking, un-phased. There's something wrong with Jak, there was something lurking in his mind, I had to try and lock it away, and you know how hard that is for me."

"You did what! Shit, I need to delve in there and see if he's ok." Keith began to panic, pacing the room.

"It's fine, I can't sense any anger in him, it tired me out though, and it hurt too, thanks for asking." She cocked an eyebrow sarcastically "You realise that I had to make a psychic link with him to protect us both from my inexperience don't you?"

"Yes Emma I do realise, and hasn't Uncle Charles told you enough times that your Psychic powers aren't powerful enough for that? I'm sure he has as have I, you have Empathy, don't push yourself. You can damage yourself a lot doing that."

"And since when do I listen to my father? I needed to save my friend, so I did what I had to do." She looked at him with a look of pure anger "Don't tell me what I can or can't do. I know my limits."

"No, you clearly don't! Do you have any idea what you could have inadvertently subjected yourself too? You are now linked to that corpse over there, and if he heals, if that is, then he will be able to contact you night or day. Every time he has a nightmare, you will have the same one, every-"

"Shut up! I know the risks! I know that from now on I probably won't be able to make him cheer up with my powers, that I won't be able to read his mind. But if that thing whatever it is, turns up again I can jump in and help him out."

"No. You stay away from the inside of his mind, it's not safe. I'm going in there to make sure you didn't mess anything up. Don't give me that look, I trust you, I just want to make sure there's no chance of that coming back."

"Dude, he's dead, what's the point?"

Keith sighed, being blunt occasionally was a problem Sprite had. "Get Goggles in here, where is he?"

"With his father, he got hit with some debris and is currently in a coma." She looked at Keith confused at his request "How is the geeky kitty cat gonna help?"

"He'll understand, Jak is his best friend, he's always protected Goggles, he's like a little brother to him. Also he isn't a cat, and never you mind how he's going to help, just get him, Shade also, contact him and get him here, we might need him."

"He's in France, training with Gambit remember? He has a right to see his mother and father once in a while."

"Just get him! Tell him what has happened and tell him to get here as soon as he can. Jeez Emma do as your told for once!" Keith was shouting, tears welling up in his eyes "this is our only chance to save Jak, and I need you to trust me."

"He isn't your son Keith." She also had tears in her eyes "You need to remember that." She turned around and opened the door "I'll get them here as soon as I can. I hope whatever crazy idea you have works." She closed the door, and Keith collapsed on the corpse that was until recently the closest thing Keith had ever had to family, other than Irish, who had never been all that keen on being part of anyone's family really.

"What the hell has happened to you? I'm going in to see what's going on in there, see what's happening in your head, see if Emma managed to save you from yourself."

Emma stood outside "It wasn't my choice to make the psychic link, in there you have no choice. His mind wants help, he needs people to keep him under control, and it's the only way his brain knows how."