(Earth 616)

"ACK!" Jack yelled. Every strike hurt more and more. He was being hit with a bat, each thrash built up anger… such anger… Just another day being abused by his family, today was a special day. "STOP WHINING YOU STUPID KID!" His father would always say, thrashing him more.

"I didn't… I didn't do anything!"

"STOP YOUR LYING!" and he'd always continue, bruises cover his back. "I'M SICK OF YOUR LYING!"

Jack turned to his father. "I… HATE YOU! YOU'RE NOT EVEN MY REAL FATHER!" Jack was only 13 and he knew that he was going to do something today. Something horrible, but he just didn't know what it was… "THEN GET OUT OF MY DAMN HOUSE!" His "father" replied to him. Jack said nothing; he simply walked out of the house. Jack walked down the streets of New York… It was just your normal day in the Sterling household, well… formerly Sterling household, now it was the Johnson household ever since his Father died and his mother remarried, Jack refused to change his last name, which caused the resentment between him and his stepfather. His mother was out working that day, and of his stepfather? Unemployed.

Jack walked down the street, his black hair tucked under his skully to protect from New York's frost. His stepfather chased him, and he'd learn to suppress the sounds of his cursing at him. The beautiful looks of New York were some of the only comforts that he had.

It was then that Jack experienced something that would change his life and destiny forever: He witnessed a bank robbery. His mother had worked at the bank and he would visit her every once in a while. He walked into the bank to where his mother was and he greeted her. This bank was special, because it was one of the richest banks around; it had beautiful boulders that supported the building, the seats were expensive looking and they looked as if they were the best on the market. "EVERYBODY DOWN!" a man said, waving a gun in the air, and a security guard came at the man with his gun leveled and fired at him, the man twisted and dodged the bullet. He laughed with his friend and shot the security guard. The loud sound rung in everyone's ears, and instantly his mother pushed him down, under her desk. "GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY!" The man in a black mask said. "Or… I'll kill… this lady!" He grabbed Jack's mother, placing the gun on her head. One of the tellers screamed. Jack was lifted his head slightly from the table. The man pointed his gun at Jack. "GET DOWN NOW OR I'LL KILL THIS LADY!" and He put his head down quickly. The bank tellers walked up to him, attempting to calm him down. "You don't have to do this, just leave and we won't call the cops."

"Bunch of liars." He said, with a smirk. "You all don't deserve to live… Greg? Go grab the money, kill a teller if you have make a point to these people." The other man nodded and ran to the back. One of the tellers already pressed the button for the police to get to the bank. Jack could tell that these people weren't the best at all. The man's partner came back with the money, and the man smirked at everyone, and then he shot Jack's mother in the head, her lifeless body made a soft thud onto the ground. Jack instantly knew that it was his mother. He realized that all that he had left was taken from him, and he had to do something about it. What did he have as his family? His stepfather? He had no siblings, no grandparents or aunts or uncles to take care of him. He now had nothing, and having nothing does something to some people… Jack's heart rushed, and he felt himself become the most angered person on the planet. He popped up and vaulted over his mother's desk, certain that he was going to meet his end at that very moment, he rushed at them, screaming, but for some reason the man dropped to the ground, with slice wounds all over his body… Blood oozed from the man's fatal wounds, and the man started screaming, his partner, struck with horror fled the bank, money in hand, but was soon apprehended by the police. Jack froze in his tracks, and stopped yelling. He looked at his hands, the finger tips were bloody, and it wasn't because of the other man… It was HIS blood. He started exhaling sharply because of the pain. Everyone started looking in Jack's direction, and he said "It wasn't me!" he turned, extending his hands out, and everyone in that direction fell to the ground, wailing in pain. Jack started screaming, not because of pain, but because of fear. He had no idea what was happening to him. The police stormed the bank, only seeing him in a room filled with dead people meant only one thing: Mutant.

An armored police man yelled out "GET DOWN, MUTEY!" and raised his gun at him.

"I'm not a mutant, I'm not a mutant! And I… I didn't do this!" Jack yelled out.

"THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING, KID, GET DOWN OR WE'LL HAVE TO USE LETHAL FORCE, I DON'T WANT TO KILL YOU!"

"BUT I DIDN'T DO THIS!"

"Fire at will!" The armored man said, and three policeman started shooting at Jack. Bullets smacked Jack's face, but they crumbled up and fell to the ground. "What?! What's happening to me?!" Jack said, turning towards the exit where the policemen were. Bits of clothes fell with each bullet that hit Jack. He ran out of the bank. Wondering where to go, he ran around the corner, attempting to elude the police. He ran into the middle of the road, and was frantic at where to go. He had no idea what was happening to him. Just then Jack started flew 20feet down the street. Then everything went black. Jack had been hit by a car.

Jack awoke in a white room. A dark, woman about 30 years old hovered over him. Jack's dark scruffy hair was spread out, as well as his body was spread out on a white bed. "Hello, child. My name is Ororo Munroe, welcome to Xavier's institute for gifted youngsters."