Hello, readers! This is pretty much my first ever fanfiction, so please go easy on me! Constructive criticism is welcome :)
Quick little note before the story: If any of you ever have watched X-men: First Class you know that Mystique grew up living with Professor Xavier in that version. At the end of the movie, she joined Magneto and Azazel. Just in case none of you knew this, it's going to come up later so I thought I would mention it.
On with the story!
Disclaimer: Sadly, the X-men don't belong to me :(
Father and son watched from the roof of the building opposite to the bank as the latter began to close for the day. As soon as the last person trickled out and locked the doors, they made their move.
The father, who had red skin and looked sort of like a demon, turned to his son and grabbed his arm. With a flash of red smoke and the smell of brimstone, they were instantly teleported to the bank vault inside of the bank.
Upon arrival, they wasted no time. The father raised his arm and sent energy blasts at the motion sensors, destroying them quickly before they could detect any movement. Then he pointed to the rows of metal compartments that made up either side of the vault. Using telepathy, he willed all of the compartments to open and send the money flying into the air and subsequently into the two large bags they had brought with them.
When they had acquired all of the money the father grabbed his son's arm once again and teleported them back to their home in New York.
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This was not an unusual occurrence. This was how father and son made their living. By robbing banks, they were able to afford the simple, yet nice home that Kurt had grown up in.
Kurt had also been homeschooled in the very same house by Azazel. Since he couldn't go to school like everyone else did, (Kind of hard to fit in when you're blue and fuzzy.) Azazel had taught him only the basics at a very young age.
It was a lonely and boring childhood for Kurt. Azazel never allowed Kurt to go anywhere, so he had never made any friends. His father told him that it was for his own good, that no one would accept Kurt's appearance. Kurt had to agree with his father, but he still longed to go to a real school and be able to hang out with some friends. Kurt's time was spent learning the art of sword fighting (following in Azazel's footsteps, who happened to be a Master Swordsman) and occasionally robbing banks with his father. Azazel himself was able to leave the home, being able to shapeshift into a human form. And he was gone quite often, doing who knows what.
At this point the family of two had already visited their home and put away their newly acquired money. They barely had any time to rest before Azazel had teleported them both right outside the gates of a large mansion. Kurt used his night vision to read the sign in front: "The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning."
"We have one last job to do tonight," Azazel said in his deep, Russian-accented voice. "Kurt, we're looking for your mother."
"My mother?" Kurt exclaimed, more than a little surprised. Whenever Kurt brought up the topic of whom his mother was, Azazel would always change the subject or become angry with Kurt. "Why now? I thought you hated her."
"Because we're going to need the help of powerful mutants to accomplish something that has recently come to my attention," Azazel said, adding silently in his thoughts, And wherever Mystique can be found, Magneto is bound to be close.
After reading about the Xavier Institute in the paper, Azazel had the idea to ask Xavier if knew the whereabouts of Mystique. They had grown up together after all. Azazel knew the chances of Xavier and Mystique still being in contact were very rare, but he had to try something.
"Now, Kurt, we need to interrogate the Professor alone." Azazel ordered."We don't want to cause a scene or any trouble. All we need to know is where Mystique may be. Got it?"
Kurt nodded. He knew that once they got the professor alone, his father would be able to hypnotize him into telling them where Mystique could be found. Truth be told though, Kurt did want to make a scene. At least then something interesting would happen for once, but he didn't dare make his father upset.
They teleported into the mansion and took a look around. It was quiet, so Kurt and Azazel assumed everyone was sleeping. They split up, deciding without speaking that Azazel would look on the upper floor and Kurt would look on the ground floor, searching for where the Professor might be. After Kurt had looked around for a while, he came to the kitchen. . .
. . . and was promptly hid in the head with a frying pan. The last thing he saw before everything faded to black, were the curious stares of several teenagers.
So there's chapter one! Hope everyone enjoyed it! Expect an update soon. :)
