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Prologue
I forced my eyes open. The light was too bright, so I just shut them again. I tried to sit up, but my body was weak and all I could manage was a soft moan. "Easy there kid... " Spoke a coarse voice. "My name's Logan, what's yours?"
I thought as hard as I could, but I couldn't find an answer. I just lied there in the silence. After what seemed like an hour, another voice entered the room. This voice was kinder. The kind voice and that of which belonged to Logan started to argue about something. I heard snatches of words: the MRD, cryogenic sleeping and the word mutant. I wanted the bickering to stop. I yearned to shout, but I could only let out a slightly louder groan. The bickering stopped. The person with the kind voice made their way towards me. I managed to open my eyes. The kind voice belonged to a woman with brown skin and silver hair.
"Hello, my name's-"
"Storm." I interrupted.
"Yes." She replied in a shocked manner. She asked me what year it was. "Sure," I said, "its 1986."
Both Logan and Storm looked at each other in disbelief. Storm continued, "What's your name?"
I searched my brain again and found an answer. "Elwyn... My name's Elwyn." I answered.
"I'm so sorry Elwyn, it's not."
Chapter 1
My name is Elwyn and I am 16 years old. I was captured by the MRD and put into a cryogenic sleep for 36 years. The X-men found me and woke me up. I have no memories. All I know is that I'm a mutant.
I go to a school called Xavier's school for the gifted. Apparently it's a school for mutants. Storm told me that seven years ago the X-men fought a war for mutant rights. They won, but not without casualties. Charles Xavier, Scott Summers and Jean Grey had died. I wanted to ask more, but even after all those years, the pain was still raw. I could see it in Storm's eyes.
I walked into class and swore I heard Professor Drake's voice, but his mouth wasn't moving. I pushed the thought aside and eyed the room for an empty desk.
As I took my seat, he started to talk. "I know that you're supposed to call me "Professor", but it's just a bit too formal for my liking. Just call me Bobby... or Iceman."
This made the entire class laugh, and I even managed a smile. Professor Bobby kept on talking, "Today we're going to talk about when our abilities start to manifest. This usually happens when we start to become highly emotive or put under pressure. My powers manifested when I was out on a date with a girl, then a boy called Rocky Beasely showed up and tried to take her away."
Somehow, I knew that he remembered this thought vividly. I knew. Then all of a sudden Professor Bobby stopped and scanned the room looking for someone or something that wasn't there. He continued, unsettled and unsure. "As I was saying, our powers start to manifest when we are placed under emotional stress. This is why your powers start to manifest around your age. Well, that's the bell we'll continue on next week. Class dismissed."
As I was walking out the door I couldn't help overhearing a conversation Professor Drake and Storm where having.
"Storm, I'm telling you someone was in my head!"
"That's impossible Bobby, the only telepath that we knew-"
"Was the professor, I know! That's what I'm saying!"
"You can't be serious Bobby. The Professor's dead. You know that just as much as every single student under this roof. It's just impossible."
I left that classroom finally knowing what my mutant ability was. I was a telepath. And judging by the way Professor Drake and Storm were talking about the last one they had, Charles Xavier, they were pretty rare and pretty powerful.