Author's Note:

Hey guys, this is my first published story on here, so no flames please, haha. Other than that, after watching Days Of Future Past, a certain irritating character seemed to stick in my head and stay, so I decided to write about it. I have yet to watch the film again recently, so please excuse any inaccuracies. This is an introduction to see if this generates any interest; if so then you will get to know everyone better - hope you enjoy!

I stared at the door of the ordinary, inconspicuous house on an ordinary, inconspicuous American street. I knocked on the door, which opened to a smiling, early-thirties lady –

"Hi, I'm here to see-" I scanned an official looking paper discarded on the floor with a boot mark on it, "Peter?"

"He's downstairs, although he does have company. Thanking her and stepping through the door, I started down the stairs to the basement, well aware of Peter's... company. I descended the basement steps to see three men, one wearing a leather jacket with gelled hair, another skinny, vaguely nerdy looking guy and a...hippie? I assumed Peter was the silver-haired young man who was casually leaning back in a chair whilst looking directly at the guy wearing a leather jacket. "It's cool, but it's disgusting."

"What's disgusting?" Instantly all three men standing up whipped round, and Peter focused on me. "Charles, why didn't you –" The man in the leather jacket again –started to speak and stopped, as if realising something. The hippie simply nodded, confirming it. "I can't tell like this." I, on the other hand, had no idea what they were talking about. Peter was still watching me intently; I met his eyes boldly and he just asked, "How did you get into my house?" I shrugged and answered, "Your mum?" He suddenly looked alarmed as the skinny guy suddenly bolted up the stairs past me, almost knocking me out of the way. I frowned. What did they think I could have done that would need checking. Meanwhile, the bushy-haired man with the perpetual frown had hold of one of my arms, I could tell he was impressively strong; not somebody to wind up. Damn. I had rather hoped there would be somebody I could irritate – you could say it's a hobby of mine. "Can I ask why you've got my arm?" I said incredulously, glaring at him despite the threat he posed. "Logan, she's okay," said the slim man shortly, coming down the stairs at a much more relaxed pace. "Just what the hell did you think I'd done to get in here?" I asked sharply, irritated by both the lack of answers and my feeling of being a fish out of water. There was clearly something going on here I didn't understand.

"We needed to check that you weren't a threat," the hippie said calmly. "Well, I'm not. I came here for a purpose, but it wasn't to attack you, your family or injure anyone, actually," I told them quickly. "

"I mean, it's not everyday you have a bunch of mutants turning up in your neighbourhood."

Any good? I would appreciate reviews so I know whether I should upload the first proper chapter or not...

And whoever reads this - thank you! It appears my sneaky summary to get your attention worked! ~Calla