A Messed Up Life = A Messed Up Mutant

Ever wonder why John was so quick to join Magneto? Here are 4 main events that influenced John's decision.

1) Mom

It was an ordinary day in the Allerdyce household. Becky, the youngest child of the household, was running after her twin, John because he had stolen her crayons again. Aaron was laughing at his younger siblings while bugging his mother, Diana, about having his friend over. Diana had punished him for locking John in a closet with a lighter (why he did that, she didn't know nor got any reasons from either).

"But Mom!" the ten year old whined, "I promised Evan we would go sledding today!"

"Well you should have thought about that before locking John in a closet," she told him, grilling two cheese sandwiches, one for each of the boys, and a fruit salad for herself and her daughter (Becky was allergic to glucose).

"Mommy! Johnny won't give me my crayons back!" Becky cried, tired from running after her brother who was faster then her.

"John!" Diana called.

"But Mom! Becky won't let me use them!" the older twin shouted from upstairs.

"Well you should have came to me. Not stolen them John," Dianna lectured him.

"Too bad, I'm keeping them!" John started mouthing off.

"St. John Matthew Allerdyce! Get your butt down here, give Becky the crayons and apologize!"

"Johnny's in trouble!" sang Aaron in a whispered tone to Becky who giggled.

"Fine!" John stormed down the stairs, thrust the crayons at Becky and mumbled an apology.

"I don't forgive you," the six year old said smartly. John glared at her.

"Becky! Do I need to punish you too?" Diana raised an eyebrow at her. She shook her head while glaring back at her twin, "Good then it's time for lunch."

It was quiet after that, well for the most part anyway. John and Becky would throw carrots at each other while their mother wasn't looking. Aaron kept looking at him mother with a pleading face. Diana just rolled her eyes at the antics. Suddenly, when they were almost finished eating, the door was pounded upon.

"Open up you mutant-loving bitch!" a manly voice shouted. Diana looked frightened at that moment and glanced at her children.

"Aaron take them upstairs to the hidden room. Don't come out unless I call for you or it's been a day," she instructed him. Aaron nodded, understanding that this most have been what she was talking about when she had told him about the room. Quickly Diana told her children she loved them before they ran up to the guest room. Aaron then stood on the bed and pulled at a ceiling tile. It came off quickly and he gently shoved his siblings into it. Aaron had just gotten into the room and closed the hidden door when two men walked into the guest room.

"Any sigh of those filthy muties?" one asked.

"No but I swore I heard something," the other said thoughtfully.

"Maybe but they must be long gone by now. No where to hide in here. Even if they jump out the window, we would have seen it."

"Yeah your right, lets go deal with the slut," footsteps were heard leaving the room and going downstairs.

"Aaron?" Becky whispered. Aaron nodded to her, noticing her blue eyes were full of fear, "What are muties?"

"Yeah and what do they have to do with Mommy?" Aaron knew John must have been scared if he called Dianna 'Mommy'.

"Do you remember that boy that stayed with us for a few weeks?" Aaron got nods in response.

The boy was only a year or two older then Aaron. He had Cajun accent that made Becky giggle when he pronounced things wrong and red on black eyes that John thought were cool. John had told the boy once that he wanted to have eyes like his, to be different. The boy had replied that they were a burden and John would not want the life that came with them. The boy called himself Gambit or Remy, depending on his mood and who it was. It had been fun when he stayed. Their mother said that she had found him stealing on the streets and took him in for as long as he wanted. After a few weeks, a man in a wheelchair came and took him to a nice school. The man had replied he would be seeing them soon and bid them farewell. Remy would sometimes call to talk to them but they all missed him, especially Becky. He had began to teach her how to cartwheel, a feat that neither her parents nor her brothers could teach her. Though none of them knew how.

"Well, Remy was a type of person called a mutant or mutie for short. Being a mutant means that they have special powers, like a superhero or villain on those shows you watch. Many people are afraid of their powers, saying mutants are going to use their powers for evil. Some of those people take it to the extreme and try to….hurt them. Sometimes even people who help mutants like Remy who have nothing," Aaron tried to explain it in a way that wouldn't upset them but by the looks of it Becky had only caught on to one thing.

"They're going to hurt Mommy?" tears began to fall out of her eyes. John hugged her, a deed he only did when his sister was so upset.

"No, I didn't say that," Aaron began but the words were lost on his lips when they heard a loud bang.

Becky started to wail and John quickly moved her face so her noises were muffled into his jacket. A few tears of fear fell out of the younger brother's eyes while the older tried to be strong for his siblings. After what seemed like weeks when it was only about half of a day, Aaron deemed it safe for him to leave their safe haven. He wished he hadn't when he entered the kitchen. His mother was lying on the floor in awkward angles that would have been very uncomfortable. Blood was pooled around her, from a wound in her head. That sight made him want to cry.

"Mom?" John asked from behind him. Aaron quickly tried to hid that horrifying image away from his brother.

"I told you to stay in the room! What if it wasn't safe?" he couldn't bring himself to be angry at his brother at a time like that. John ignored him and pushed past Aaron. Sitting down in the pool of blood, he tried to shake his mother awake, not understanding or unwilling to believe that she was gone.

"Mom? Mom wake up please. Mommy? Please? Please don't be dead Mommy. Please! Mommy! Wake up Mommy!" John began to cry hysterically when he realized his mother would never again wake. All Aaron could do was hold his little brother as John cried his eyes out. When John had began to calm down, Aaron asked where Becky was.

"Upstairs in Mommy's room," he sniffed.

"Go upstairs and get changed, after that stay in Mom's room while I go do a few things," John did as he was told and lied down with his sister until the police came. That day, John began to hate people like the ones that took his mother away from him.

So I have like 3 ideas and a 4th one I may or may not use...Could you guys give me some ideas? Thanks, Hope you like it!

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