Hi guys, DemonBlade1410 here with another story, sorry I haven't posted anything or updated my other story for a while, but hey, exams man. Can't beat that shit. So this is an X-Men story, the protagonist is basically me if I was a mutant, ok? P.S. I have a HUGE crush on Laura Kinney, AKA X-23, so obviously, she's going to fall in love with me. Dream come true ha-ha. Don't like it don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men, but I really wish I did.

'BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP' Justin slammed his hand down on his phone, swiping across the screen furiously. The dreaded alarm finally shut off, and he rolled onto his back, forearm over his eyes. 16-year-old Justin Li climbed out of bed, ignoring the ache in the back of his head.

It happened every morning since his 15th birthday. A tiny ache in the back of his head, faded after a few seconds. He'd dismissed it as nothing, until he started seeing things differently. Like weird differently. It was as though he was looking at the world through an ironman helmet. He'd learned to switch it on and off, eventually. It was a power of his.

A mutant power.

Justin groaned as he dressed, his muscles aching. A few days after his 15th birthday, his mutant powers had taken hold of his brain, turning it into sort of a biological super computer. He was able to connect to anything via his mind, as long as it was electronic. He could hack computers, phones, iPods, anything electronic, just by thinking it. He could even connect and access anything on the internet, pictures, web pages, information, even remote access servers like FBI or CIA servers, without ever being discovered.

If he wanted to, he could call a missile strike, or autopilot a jet, a car, or anything else. And, he could do facial recognition scans, pulling up inaccessible info on anyone that would take a whole FBI research team hours to do, in a matter of seconds.

But that still wasn't the best part. Justin delved into his brain, calling upon his body to release endomorphins into his system, relieving the ache in his muscles. He could alter his body at will, to a certain degree, thanks to his supercomputer brain. It was a sort of techno telekinesis/telepathy.

He'd trained for three hours the previous day, getting his body used to the three new fighting styles he'd lifted from the net and into his brain. He'd just learned Krav Maga, Brazillian Jiujitsu, and Jeet Kune Do, in about ten seconds.

He could access information for any martial art in the world and instantly download all the moves and techniques into his brain, as though he'd studied them for years. His body would still have to get used to the moves though; he hadn't figured out which parts of the body controlled muscle memory. Over the past year, he'd taught himself several martial arts, including training in various weapons, focusing mainly on swords and knife training though. He was also an excellent breakdancer.

He had a body trained to its physical peak, thanks to the degree of control he had over his bodily functions. By simply releasing the right hormones and chemicals into his body, Justin had maximized his fat loss and muscle gain during his daily workouts. He'd basically cheated for his body.

'Justin! Hurry up! You'll be late, and no son of mine is going to be late!' Justin rolled his eyes at the sound of his mother's voice. He charged down the stairs and wolfed down his breakfast, running out the door as fast as he could.

Sacramento California. A beautiful city where all kinds of shit goes down. East Side High School, that's where Justin was headed. The wind was biting, and Justin pulled his black biker jacket closer around him. He hopped on his bike, a black and blue 2010 Honda CBR1000RR, and pulled his helmet on.

'That's a nice bike.' A feminine voice murmured from behind him. Justin turned around, only to be met by an astoundingly beautiful girl. His eyes travelled up and down her body. She was dressed simply in a pair of black leather pants and boots, with nothing but a black sports bra and a black and yellow jacket covering her chest. Her toned stomach was bare, her skin lightly tanned, and her pants were tight, showing off her already very obvious curves. Her silky black hair fell straight down, framing her very beautiful face. Justin tried and failed not to stare.

'Thanks; I got it for my birthday not too long ago.' He replied evenly, grateful that his helmet hid his blush. Meanwhile, he was busy doing a facial recognition scan in his head. Nothing. Not even a name. He frowned, and tried it again. Still nothing.

'Is something wrong?' Her voice shook him out of his concentration. He turned away from her, halting his third attempt at a scan.

'No, I'm fine. Look, it was nice meeting you and all, but I'm going to be late for school, so if you don't mind, I need to be on my way.' Justin turned the ignition key in his bike, and the engine hummed to life. He glanced back over at her.

'Don't bother running a scan on me, you won't get anything.' She said coolly, watching him with narrowed eyes. Justin's eyebrows shot up and he turned back to her.

'Wait, how did you know-' Justin stopped short as he turned. She'd disappeared.

The black haired girl silently watched him from the rooftop she crouched on, as he looked around for her, confused. A radio crackled to life in her ear.

'Laura? Are you there? Have you found him yet?' A rough male voice demanded on the other end. The girl, Laura, placed a finger on her ear.

'Yes Logan, I found him.'

*Huge gasp of horror*, dun dun dun! What will happen next? Who knows, I haven't thought of it yet, but anyway. Chill out, have some ice cream, and do remember to review/follow.