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Discovery

Freak curled into a ball as uncle Vernon angrily pulled the door open, causing the screams to become louder.

"What is going on out there?!"

Freak groaned quietly. It was obvious. Someone had jumped aboard the ship and taken over. Even he knew that and he was five. He even knew that coming so close to France was a bad idea considering the turmoil the country was in at the moment. Mind you, he was intelligent for his age and Uncle Vernon wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box.

"This is your fault freak! I bet that if we haven't bought you, this would have never happened!"

Freak flinched at Vernon's tone. He sensed that he was in trouble. And he was right. Grunting as Vernon kicked him, Freak tried to forget the pain. There was a groan as Vernon was pulled away. Someone spoke but Harry was focusing on the sword. The big sword that was being held by a boy. Fear built up. He just wanted to get away. Pressure built around him and he stared at the room that was definitely not the cabin he'd been in.

Forcing himself into a small space, Freak wrapped his arms around his legs, ignoring the pain. He liked small spaces. Not many people could get to him easily. He remained in that position. Shouts echoed along the corridor outside the room.

Closing his eyes, Freak considered the options. He knew that they were close to France. Not a wise decision because of the unrest in the country. Even he knew about the fact that something calling itself Xana was taking control.

Eventually he heard a door open and footsteps enter. They paused and a shadow was cast over him. He looked up to see the boy from earlier watching him intently.

"Interesting."

Freak tried to get further back into the space but couldn't. The boy looked thoughtful about something before focusing on Freak. "Come out boy. I won't hurt you."

Freak glanced at the sword. The boy sent it skidding away before approaching and crouching down. Leaping at the chance, Freak ran. Ignoring the pain, he used his small size to slip through gaps as he glanced back. The boy was chasing him, a pleased look on his face. He was enjoying chasing him.

Arms grabbed him and held him in place. Freak struggled but to no avail. The boy crouched down and met his gaze.

"I see that you're not one for trusting. That's means I'll have to do this."

He reached out and something pricked Freak's arm. His world descended into darkness. The boy pulled the syringe from Freak's arm. A smile graced his lips as he picked the younger boy up.

"Rest well little one."

Unknown amount of time later

Freak stirred. He was lying on something soft. And he felt better than he could remember being.

"Welcome back to the world of the living. You've healed up well."

He started before starting to struggle against his bonds.

"Do you promise not to run again?"

"Yes! Just let me go!"

Jumping away as soon as he was able, Freak backed away from the older boy who was watching him interestedly.

"Do you have a name?"

"Freak." That was the only name he had. The boy looked confused.

"That's not a name."

"That's what I'm called."

The boy slowly approached with his palms out. "How about I give you a name?"

Freak hesitated before nodding slowly. He allowed the boy to angle his face. No one had ever shown this much interest in him.

"Xavier. Your name will be Xavier."

Xavier slowly nodded. It was a better name than Freak.

"My name is William."

Xavier yawned. William smiled slightly before guiding him over to the bed. Xavier closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

"Are you sure about this one?" There was a pause. "I see. I don't think he knows how to control it."

Another pause. William sighed before sitting down next to Xavier's head and watching in amusement as the boy snuggled up to him.

"So you do trust me Xavier."

Xavier snuggled closer to the soft pillow he was resting on.

"Have you woken up again?" He jerked up before turning to look at William. "There's something I need you to do if you are. I need you to teleport again."

"I don't know how." William smiled slightly.

"I think you do."

There was something about the way he spoke. Xavier quickly recalled how he did it the last time and tried to do it as he watched William start to assemble something. Then he just wished he was on the other side of the room and blinked when he found himself falling to the floor.

Someone clapped. "Good. Very good. It looks like you can control it to an extent."

Xavier twisted to look at the owner of the unfamiliar voice. He was a rather plain looking man. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a face that wasn't particularly memorable. There was a feeling of power about him though. An intoxicating power that Xavier found himself drawn to.

"So then, Xavier…." Xavier jerked as he heard his name. "Yes, I know your name. As I was saying, what do you think about people?"

Xavier looked confused.

"They're selfish, aren't they? They ignore people who are suffering, too absorbed in their wants and desires. They don't listen to everyone. You know that, don't you?"

The man drew closer and Xavier had to stop himself from running to him.

"You feel weak don't you?"

That was the truth. Xavier wished he was strong enough to change people.

"Perhaps you hate everyone." The man crouched down in front of Xavier and touched his head lightly. "I can see it. The darkness that lies within you. The lust for power. If you come with me, I can help you become strong. Perhaps work at my side. I might even give you some of my power."

Xavier hadn't even realised that he had already taken the offered hand before he faded into blackness.

"The first stage is to install…"

Unknown

It realised something was different. It held itself still and tried to understand the situation. Symbols flashed through its awareness. It was a security camera, a satnav, a filtration system and a security network and many more. None of them were what it was. It watched the creature before realising that it was human. No, he was human. Xavier. He was Xavier. There was something else, a number.

10000010100011111010…

He slipped back into the ocean of machines before coming across something so vast that he tried to run.

Xavier…

Xavier opened his eyes and stared up at the lights. He felt something strange on the back of his neck and reached to touch it. It was a wire and it led into his head. He started to panic.

"Hello Xavier." The panic faded as he heard footsteps.

"William…."

William smiled. "I see. You adapted to it then."

"Adapted to what?" Xavier was confused. His memory was better than he ever remembered as well as instinctively knowing what the time was.

William sighed. "A computer was implanted in your head."

"WHAT?!" Xavier glared at William. "Without asking me?"

"You're Xana's now. As soon as you gave him your hand, he… well…"

"I became his?" offered Xavier. William cocked his head then nodded.

"Exactly why he chose you, I am not certain. Many of the adults who had one implanted died."

Everything was starting to return to normal.

"And it does offer some advantages. I take it you haven't realised that we're speaking French?"

Xavier spluttered before admitting that William was telling the truth. William handed him some clothes.

"Put these on."

The clothes were expensive. Xavier glanced between them and William. The older boy reached behind him and detached the wire.

"Xana has already planned out your future. You will, eventually, become like me. You need to speak to him anyway."

Xavier pulled the clothes on as the glanced at the lights. "I've been here for nearly three weeks."

"Yes." William nodded as he led Xavier out of the room. Xavier glanced out of the window and gaped at the cliff.

"Where are we?"

"This will be your home. There is a town nearby. Eventually, you will be living there but for now it is best if your existence is kept a secret."

Xavier nodded slowly as they entered a room.

"There you are. Come here." Xavier immediately ran to the man. "You survived. I'm pleased."

"You know, I never did get your name." Xavier looked at the man in curiosity.

"My name? I suppose you didn't get it. It's Xana." Xavier froze before starting to back away. "I see you've heard of me."

William wrapped his arms around Xavier's waist as the boy bumped into him. "Don't be scared. We're not going to hurt you. If we wanted to do that, we would have done it by now."

Xana knelt down, took Xavier from William and pulled him to his chest before whispering sweet and manipulative words into his ears.