Time Zone

Hello! This is my first fanfiction with X-men First Class, so any mistakes that I make from name misspellings to mistakes with words, I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy and if you don't like it please tell me.

Charles's POV

"I call it cerebro." Hank said, circling the machine.

"Spanish for brain." Erik stated.

"Yeah," Hank responded. I stood under the machine while Hank flipped the switch. "Are you sure we can't shave your head?" Hank asked

"Don't touch my hair." I responded. Hank stepped away and flipped the last flip to turn it on.

A glowing came from above my head and I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I could see into train stations and subways. It was the weirdest feeling in the world.

I could see into the mutants minds, feel their pain. Their dreams. Everything.

Not long after, a scream filled the air. A scared, pain filled screech. People shuffled around me as the machine suddenly stopped and we rushed outside.

Marshall's POV a few minutes earlier.

The room I was in was dark. I couldn't see anything. Terror gripped my chest as I thought about what my captor had in store for me that day.

I had been kidnapped a few months earlier... I think. When your in a dark room with only florescent lights, it gets hard to tell time.

I missed my family. I missed being normal. All I knew is that I am a lab rat, practically. Needles poke into my arm daily. They push me into simulations, saying that they needed me tough. If I didn't survive , then I wasn't good enough. If I failed, I'd never see my family again.

The simulations were painful. Often teaching me to fight. I've never liked that type of stuff.

Suddenly, the door opened, pulling me from my thoughts.

A man walked in. My captor. He was a tall man with brown tousled hair. He was a cold, heartless man. Ruthless.

In his hand, I saw a knife. I knew what he was going to do. He'd been doing it the past few days. They gave me something... something to make me heal quickly. I guess this man wanted to test out.. again... how fast I'd heal. I wasn't expecting what happened next to change my life forever.

He raised the knife over his head, and shoved quickly into my chest. I screamed. The pain was like nothing I've ever felt before. It was a sharp sensation that felt worse as I thrashed around, the chains biting into my wrists and ankles. I shut my eyes, willing the pain to go away.

Suddenly, everything felt warm. I was falling. My back hit the ground with a painful thud and my chest amplifies in pain. I cried out.

There were no pains on my wrists and ankles anymore. My fingers dug into grass and dirt.. wait... grass?

I opened my eyes to find a blue sky.

The pain in my chest was unbearable. It was a wonder that I was still alive. I reached up and grabbed the hilt of the knife, pulling as hard as I could. I screamed even more, but it was out.

The knife hit the ground, rolling away from me.

My eyes grew heavy. I felt blood rolling over my chest and my neck. I knew I'd heal, but at that moment I just wanted to die.

Before I blacked out, I saw four faces looking down at me. One girl and three guys. The girl was blond. Two of the guys had brown hair, one darker than the other, and the other had black hair and glasses. Concern laced their faces. The one with the glasses reached to stop the blood, while one tried to reassure me. "It's going to be okay." He had a soothing voice. I wanted to trust him, but I knew I couldn't let my guard down.

I suddenly felt my chest lacing back together, and moaned. The mistook that for pain.

"It's okay," I whispered, "I'll heal." I wasn't sure if the had heard me.

Darkness laced across my vision, and I collapsed into sleep...

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