Chapter One.

Author's Note: Hi, my name is Mirror. I am a new author and this is my first fanfiction. I would like to say first of all, thank you for taking the time to look at my story, it means a lot to me. Second, I would like to say that the X-Men (unfortunately, yet predictably) do NOT belong to me, save for the characters I have created myself. Thank you, and happy reading :)

I had always been average. Average grades, average looks, average height, average weight. You name a defining feature, and I was simply average in it. I was just your average caucasian male going through school and the troubles that come with it. But one day, that all changed

It happened during a little fiasco at our school regarding the mutant population. After Magneto's bombings of major cities like Chicago, Paris, and Rome, the governments of the world had gotten a little prejudiced. They figured that mutants were no longer safe. That if left unchecked, they would destroy humanity.

Thus it came to pass that year, during finals of the Eleventh grade for me, that a country-wide sentinel sweep was issued. They checked every single person in the country, mine being Canada, for genetic mutation. If somebody was found to have one, well... I don't think I need to explain what happened next

To elaborate, sentinels are giant, purple, emotionless robots with the sole directive of scanning people for what is called the X-Gene, or what gives muatants their powers. If a mutant was found, the sentinel would exterminate them using high powered lasers as well as rocket apendages and continue their search. More than 1300 mutants died in Canada that day

So it became that after our social studies final exam, the principal had an announcement. "Students of Burkenville High," he started, his voice waivering, "The government has ordered a scanning of all students in the school. The purpose is to see if any of us here have the dangerous X-Gene. Please return to your home rooms for a sentinel scanning.

I, not being concerned at all, was the first to be tested. That is where you could say my day went haywire. As I, Ryan Smith, never having being different a day in my life, approached the platform, the sentinel booted up. "Mutant," it started, "Proceed with extermination."

I was shocked. Me, a mutant? I couldn't be! Maybe a falsity in the programming, or something. As I accepted my hopeless fate, I braced for the laser. I heard the clicks and whirrs of the metal behemoth's gears as it opened it's mouth. I saw the beam heat up, a dull orange. Then, nothing.

As the beam hit me, my mutant abilities activated. I felt the beam around me, like I should be disintegrating. But when the dust cleared, I stood entirely intact, not a scratch on me. My skin however, glowed a tint of violet purple

Without thinking, I let instinct take over, and as the purple drained from my body, it formed into a blade of solid energy, slicing through the executor, and then disappearing. I had no time to stand in shock at what I had done, and I ran into the hallway, and out the first door on my left. Another sentinel appeared, and tried to punch me. Again, I felt nothing. The robot's fist fell limp against my skin, as if the energy was sucked out of it

Trying something new, I leaped, a bit of the purple energy extending my reach, while I focued the rest of it into a single punch that decapitated the robot, wires and gears raining everywhere. As more robots surrounded me, small invisible explosions knocked them away, on to larger ones that made tiny mushroom clouds, incinerating the sentinels

I turn, and a boy and girl around my age stand behind me, wearing strange suits of wha appears to be combat armor. Behing the two is a black jet with an open walkway, from which a man on a wheelchair rolls down. "Hello," I hear inside my head, "My name is Charles Xavier. We are communicating mind to mind. We will have time for formalities on the the jet. If you don't want to be sentinel food, I suggest you come with us.".