I'm an easygoing guy. I tend not to get so angry I explode, but when a guy dressed in armor and a cape tries to take me away from my family, I do get pretty angry.

My name's Theo. Theo Lalanne. I had a pretty normal life, at least, until the aforementioned weird guy in a cape and armor came crashing down my door. I was just sitting, playing some video games on my Nintendo 64.

"Heck yeah!" I stood up from my chair, my fists in the air. My controller was in one hand, the other was shaking with adrenaline. "Ocarina of Time, you are at my mercy!" I yelled.

I was home alone. My parents were on a date (ew) and I was happy to hold down the fort while they were gone. I had just defeated Ganon for the first time. I had only just recently gotten the N64.

I brought my hand down for a fist pump when the front door to my house blew inward with a BOOM!

I quickly jumped behind the armchair, peering over it at the giant of a man coming through the door. He was wearing red, metal armor and a weird looking helmet. I would have laughed at his appearance if he wasn't threatening my life. I dearly hoped he didn't see me.

I looked around for something to defend myself with. One of dad's canes was leaning on the wall, but I couldn't reach it without being spotted by the guy in the armor.

"I know you are here, Theodore," he spoke. His voice was deep and rich sounding. "I'm not here to hurt you." I didn't trust the guy for a second.

Ignoring my screaming sense of self preservation, I stood up, my twelve year old body barely reaching the man's shoulder. "I'm here. What do you want?" I asked. My legs were shaking with fear, but the big armchair was blocking the man's view.

"You have power. Power your parents never understood," the man said. I narrowed my eyes.

"No I don't. I'm just a normal kid," I replied. All I could see of the man's face was two glowing eyes. I was looking for an escape route, but there was none. The garage would take too long, and so would the back door.

"That's a lie. I know you have power. You should not have to hide it. Embrace the power. I can help you control it," the man said. I just about fainted when he started floating.

"Why are you asking about this?" I asked.

"I can help you. Train you to strike at the people who would hunt you and hurt you," he replied. I was confused. No one wanted to hurt me, well except for the mean boys at school, but I didn't think that was what he was talking about.

"No one has tried to hurt me," I said.

"Because of your mutation, they will. Even your family."

"W- what about my family?" I asked. "They wouldn't do that," I said. I had balls for a twelve year old.

"Yes they would. I will protect you from them," he said.

"I don't want your help," I snarled. "Just go away!"

"If you won't come with me willingly, I'll just take you by force!" I wasn't exactly the smartest kid in the world, but I did know when someone was threatening me.

My eyes narrowed. "NO!" I yelled. But the yell was louder than it should have been. I could feel it leaving my lungs. Getting bigger, more forceful. "GO AWAY!" I yelled even louder, the sound so loud, it caused my ears to ring. The man took a step back from the force of the sound.

He started forward, but before he could get very far, I saw someone leap through the hole that was the front door. He was dressed in an orange costume of some sort, with claws coming out of his hands.

I scrambled back as the new guy started attacking the first guy. The guy in orange seemed to be winning, until the first guy lifted him without touching him.

I looked for a way out, trying to get away from this nightmare. Through my ringing ears, I heard the guy in orange yell, "Run, kid!" I wasn't gonna stick around to see the end.

I ran past them, through the front door, barely dodging the armor guy's swing to catch me. As I ran by, I picked up my dad's cane. I had no idea how to defend myself, but I felt better with it in my hands.

Outside, I found a giant plane in the middle of the street. I stared at it for a second before running. My ears had finally stopped ringing, and I could hear sounds of destruction from the house.

I was startled by a hand falling on my shoulder from behind. I whirled around, swinging the cane up at an angle, trying to hit the person in the head. I was startled when the cane sailed over the man's head. He was in a wheelchair. I backed away, holding my cane in what I thought was a defensive position.

He didn't open his mouth, but I heard him clearly in my head. Everything is alright, Theodore. Be calm. We are here to help.

I clutched my head. What is all this? How does he know my name? Normally, I don't get an answer when I ask something in my head. I nearly passed out when I got one.

Just be calm. We will explain later. For now, just stay put.

I looked around, before realizing it must be the bald guy in front of me. I leaned on the wooden cane. He must have taken my silence as an answer, because he promptly turned around and went toward the door.

"Go away, Charles!" I heard the guy in red armor yell over the sounds of battle. "Your mind tricks will not work on me!"

"Eric, leave the boy alone! He has no part in this!" I heard the voice from my head yell.

"Fine, Charles, but my debt to you is now paid! You can start your little X-men with this boy!" The man who broke into my home yelled, before flying away.

I sighed. I looked up at the man flying away and promptly fainted.

/X\

When I woke up, I found my parents kneeling over me, the cane still clutched in my hands.

"Theodore, are you alright? Speak to me, son," my dad said. Everything felt weird. I could hear Dad like he was right up against my ear talking loudly, but he was talking softly.

"It's been a weird day, Dad," I said. I sat up, with some help from my parents, and looked at the front door, which had been obliterated when I passed out.

It wasn't. It was completely fine. I shoved the new feeling to the side as I looked at my parents. "Wha- what happened to the front door? It was destroyed," I asked.

My parents looked at me confusedly. "Theo, it's completely fine. Let's go inside. You were just sleepwalking," Mom said. I nodded, but something felt off. That was too real to be a dream.

Dad took his cane back as we walked into the house with my parents supporting me. I looked around. There was no sign of any damage done by the guy in the red armor and the claw guy.

My parents ushered me to my room and closed the door, but I could still hear them talking in the den. I pressed my ear against the door and closed my eyes. Suddenly, I could almost see where the sound was exiting my parents' mouths.

I knew that sound was created in waves from school, but I knew I shouldn't be able to see them. I could almost see where the sound was exiting from my parent's mouths, bouncing off the furniture and the walls. But with that, I could also hear them as well.

I opened my eyes and fell backwards in shock. I could still detect the sound waves, but I could barely make out what my parents were saying through all the other noises.

I closed my eyes again, trying to ignore all the sounds and just focus on what my parents were saying, but I couldn't. All the sounds, from the television to my parent's motions to their words, I couldn't concentrate.

I could see the small sound waves from the water through the pipes, from the neighbors next door waking up from a nap to the small insects in the lawn. I could see all the sound waves from up and down my street. I could hear the neighbor's yawn and the crickets' quiet chirp as the night got darker.

I could see where the sound waves bounced off objects, slightly going through some. It was amazing, but I couldn't concentrate. It hurt my head horribly.

My hands flew to my head and I fell to my knees. I heard someone come to the door, ringing the doorbell. The sound bounced through the house, causing me to scream in pain. It was so loud, and the waves bounced everywhere; it blocked out everything.

My dad went to the door while my mom investigated my scream. She opened the door, and the sound of its unoiled hinges squealing nearly knocked me flat.

Mom enveloped me in a hug, but just the sound of her clothes rustling from so close hurt. Tears leaked from my eyes. I vaguely heard someone talking to Dad on the porch.

Dad's voice got louder and I screamed. I couldn't handle it anymore. I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness from the overload when suddenly, Mom let go and it all went away.

I felt all the sounds go away. I could still hear like normal, but not to the extent it was at. I looked up to see the man in the wheelchair who was in my mind resting his hand on my forehead.

He smiled at me, and I smiled back. I stood up shakily, "Thanks sir," I said. He removed his hand, and I tensed for the sounds to come back, but they didn't. "How'd you do that?" I asked.

He smiled. "It's a rather long story," he said, turning to my parents. "Would you now consider my offer?" he asked.

I cocked my head. "What offer?"

He turned his wheelchair to look at me. "To come to my school. The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters."