James Stewart was looking at the newspaper in his hand. It showed the Spiderman swinging through Manhattan. He frowned at the image. It had been a few months since he had showed up on the scene. There were many people who had showed up to fight the guy. James felt kind of bad for him. Seriously. Not that James really cared that people wanted to fight that much. In fact he would relish the challenge. He loved the challenge. Fighting was his favorite pastime. He was damned good at it. He had been practicing martial arts for as long as he could remember. His grandfather had been in the marines in WW2. He had taught James the basics of hand to hand combat. From there James picked up stances and moves from different instructors as he and his mom moved from place to place. Currently they were in a small town called bayville. His mother had come here meet his aunt to get some money that she had been willed when his grandfather had died. Apparently his grandfather knew that his mother was way to flighty, because his aunt was named controller of the money.
James stood beside his mother and his aunt Karol. He smirked at them. His twin moms they used to call themselves. Then he frowned. That was before they had a falling out about moving around all the time. Now he rarely got to see aunt Karol. Only when she had to give them some money. She and his mom were currently trying to get an amount that aunt Karol would allow hashed out. In other words aunt Karol was trying to make his mom see reason and not waste quite so much. He sat down the paper and went outside. He passed three burly guys walking in. once outside he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. He took a long drag and leaned up against the backs outer wall. He frowned harder at the idea of leaving again. He loved his mom, and he enjoyed seeing new places. But he hated being away from aunt Karol. Not that he was going to have any say, again. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of gunfire, coming from inside the bank.
James burst through the door in time to see the three guys he had passed going out demanding money, and half a dozen bodies, including his mother and aunt Karol. James fell to his knees. Tears streaming down his face. He could hear yelling but didn't recognize human language. He felt a nudge in his temple. He looked up to see one of the men wearing a ski mask and pointing at him with an AK-47. He didn't even think. He used his right arm to knock the gun away from him and fired a straight punch into the mans gut which launched him across the room. He slammed into the wall leaving a huge crater in the wall. James turned towards the other two who were looking at him in fear. His eyes were glazed over and the humanity wasn't there. He charged at the remaining two men. He appeared before the first one, in an instant. James fired off a roundhouse kick to the man's head. The man was sent careening across the room. He turned to the final man only to receive a shotgun blast to the chest. James looked down to see the small holes leaking blood from his chest. He looked up to see the self satisfied smirk on the guys face. James narrowed his eyes and fired off another straight punch with as much force as he could manage into the mans sternum. Unfortunately this caved in his chest and when he finally stopped sailing through the air he was already dead. James smiled, then he fell to his knees. He passed out from blood loss.
The thing he saw was a man in a wheelchair rolling up to him. He looked down at James with a worried expression on his face. James blacked out and that was the last thing he knew.
James woke up in a strange room to find sirens wailing and warning lights flashing. He walked towards the sounds of a fight. Unfortunately his mind was addled by the painkillers that where coursing through his body. He was completely out of it staggering around and trying to keep moving forward. He arrived in a circular room to find a large man wearing a metal helmet deliver a mighty punch that sent a huge boy careening into a wall. There were people all around, each trying to attack the man none seemed to be succeeding though. This caused James to smirk he straightened up and walked forward. If he had been capable of conscious thought he would have heard a bald man in a wheelchair cry for him to get out. However the lights were on but nobody was home. He charged the tall man with the helmet. He appeared in the man's space. He sent a devastating palm thrust into the man's midsection. The man went sailing through the air and crashed into the wall. James watch passively as the man got up. He was stopped however when a blue teenager appeared on his head and removed his helmet. James watched in fascination as the man clutched his head in agony and fell to the floor. James frowned but he stood impassively and began to think why this had happened. He soon realized that quite a few people were watching him. He looked at them with a raised eyebrow.
"What? Not my problem he can't take a hit." James said with a frown. Everyone gazed at him with dumbstruck expressions. Then the woman with blue skin said.
"Boys come on we're leaving before they invite us to a sleepover."
She and a few of the others left the room, and James supposed, the entire place. He turned around and looked at the rest of the people and asked.
"So where am I? And how did I get here?"
The man in the wheelchair rolled forwards with a tentative smile. "Tell me James, what is the last thing you remember?"
James looked at the man with trepidation showing all over his face. He just knew he wasn't going to like this one bit.
James sat on a bed in the hospital wing of the x-mansion. He had just had the news broken to him forcibly. He was wondering whether or not he wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. He had heard that all bad things had come in threes, but seriously? His only family was dead, he had killed three people without breaking a sweat, and he was a mutant. He glared at the wall. Everything was wrong. Why on earth was this happening to him? He looked up in time to see the door open. In walked the man who had been knocked out on the floor.
"Hey you ok kid?" Wolverine asked with a growl. "You looked like you could use some physical meditation."
"You mean like sparing?" James asked sceptically. Wolverine nodded.
"Yeah somethin' like that bub." Wolverine said with a smirk. James nodded before standing up. He followed Wolverine out of the infirmary. He was led out into the rather large grounds of the mansion. They squared off against each other, wolverine in his x-men uniform, and James in a pair of light blue scrub pants and nothing else. James long auburn hair swayed in the breeze. He dropped into an improvised stance, and looked at Wolverine. Wolverine charged forward shoving a punch at James face, which James flashed through a rising forearm block and fired a palm-strike at Wolverines ribs. Wolverine twisted out of the way and tried for a sweep-kick. James raised his right leg and blocked the kick, only to fire a twist-kick to Wolverine's face with his left leg. Wolverine blocked the kick with a forearm block. By this time the attacks were coming faster and faster. James was getting lost in the moment, and began to attack with everything he had. He never noticed the crowd gathering around to watch this spar. James finally reach his nirvana sequence. He finally reached the highest form of peace. He lost all emotion, and struck at his fastest and hardest. The rising knee strike hit Wolverine's chin, and sent him flying away. James stopped all movement and looked on in awe as Wolverine landed in the trees. James could hear the other teens talking about the spar, and few that were talking about the scars that remained on his chest from the shotgun blast he took in the bank.
"James I think I have figured out your powers." professor Xavier said from his wheel chair. "I believe it's a form of telekinesis. It's possible that you have to be in contact with what you want to use your powers on."
"So you believe that I can move things with my mind?" James asked skeptically.
"Perhaps with more training." the professor said with a knowing smile. James just nodded and turned to look at Wolverine who was walking back.
"You pack quite a punch kid." Wolverine said with an approving nod. So with that James was easily inducted in the x-men with a very interesting future in the works.