To those of you who read my other works: I'm so sorry for the long hiatus. I needed a break from all my stories for a while, because they were starting to give me some massive headaches. But I'm back, and I promise that'll I'll start updating new chapters as soon as I'm finished revising the older ones.

Now, as for this story, it takes place in the Marvel comic universe (mostly revolving around the Uncanny X-men series). To have a better understanding to the setting that this story takes place in, I would advise you to read the comics or at least watch the X-men movies. It's not required, but things might not be as confusing if you do so. If you have any questions, please PM me.

I do not own Peanuts or Marvel. I just like playing in their sandboxes.

Charlie Brown is sixteen years old in this fanfiction. Most of the other Peanuts characters are roughly the same age.

Charlie Brown

Mutants aren't bad people. Most of them aren't anyway. They just have a bad reputation, because the only famous mutants are the ones that like to kill people.

I feel like I always have to explain this to everyone I meet, because most people are sterotypical against mutants. When they think mutant, they think of those weird frogs with three eyes who live in polluted swamps. They don't think of cool things like lazer eyes, or telepathy, or rubber skin.

People only remember the worst in things.

When I said that mutants aren't bad people, I forgot to mention that they aren't really people, either. People are humans, or homo-sapien. Mutants are...well, mutants. Homo-superior.

So, technically, I'm not a human.

Imagine the talk I had with my parents. I wasn't alone, though, thank goodness. A man, or professor, I should say, named Charles Xavier, helped me explain to my mother and step-father that I had what's called an X-gene. The thing that makes me a mutant.

I think my mom already knew I was different, and embraced the idea that I was a mutant. My step-father was a little less welcome to it.

"What the hell do you mean he's a mutant? He's not like those freaks on TV!"

How embarrassing.

Anyway, enough about my over-protective step-father. I suppose you're wondering what my power is. The one thing that makes me special. My...mutation.

It's not really all that great. But it did save me from being really stupid. My mom confessed to my later that she already knew about my mutation when I was a baby, when she dropped me, on the head. And I bounced right back up.

Yeah, a rubber head. Not too fantastic, but not that lame either.

My parents finally consented in letting me go to Professor Xavier's school for "gifted" children. That place is so cool. It's my home, although I'd never tell mom that. It's where I met my friends, got my first girlfriend, trained to be a mutant, and almost died.

But enough foreshadowing. I haven't even introduced myself yet!

Hi.

My name is Charlie Brown.

My friends and the news call me "Chuck".

And I'm a mutant.

So how did you like it? A review would be lovely. Thank you for reading!