Alex's Point of View

"Alex!" Was the last thing I heard when everything went black. I was cold, I was wet, I was scared, and I was... alone. For the first time in my life, I thought I was going to die. I knew what I was and what I could do, but that didn't take away the fact that I wasn't immortal.
When I woke up I was right where I thought I'd be, the detention center, in a metal room, no one else around me to get hurt. I smirked to myself. After all this time, they finally realized it. I liked to be left alone, my... ability usually got people hurt, and as much as I liked violence, I didn't like hurting people.

The next few days I spent laying on the hard bed, contemplating my imminent death. Either I was going to get out of here, or I was going to die in here. It was as simple as 1, 2, ...

"Summers!" I sat up and saw the large, squeaky, metal door to my little compartment open. In the doorway stood one of the guards, to whom I was very well associated with, and two other men, one in a dark grey suit, white button-up, black dress shoes and tie, with shaggy brown hair and greyish-blue eyes. The other was... well, he looked like the kind of guy you'd see walking these halls. He was tall, had the looks of a fighter, stiff jaw, lightly scarred skin, he was pale too. He was less formal than the first, dark jeans, leather jacket over top of a white crew-cut T. I looked down at his feet and nodded in approval, I'd always been a fan of Vans and DC's.

"Summers, move your ass and go," Terry, the guard at the door, spat.

I cocked my head to the side, pushing myself up from the bench. "What the hell are you talking about?"

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, "you're leaving," like it was the most obvious thing in the whole freaking world.

"Leaving?!" I laughed, "to go where? The nut house? Some government agency building?"

"Actually," the shorter of the two strange men piped up, "yes, but not for testing."

"How di-" I was cut short when he walked in.

He smiled brightly at me, sticking his hand out towards me he spoke, "Hello, my name is Charles Xavier." He was British, it was in his accent. He laughed and nodded, "yes, Alex, I am British."

I took a step back, staring strangely at... Charles. The name fitted him. "How the hell did you know what I was thinking?" I asked as calmly as I could, although he was honestly freaking me out.

He smiled wider, nodding his head as though I was some amusing child. To him, though, I probably was. "You see, my dear boy, I'm like you."
I looked at him like a politician would look at an alien believer and asked, "come again?"
"Like you," he continued, "I too, am a mutant."

"Mutant?!" Terry exclaimed, staring in shock at the dude in the doorway, Charles and me. I couldn't say that I was any better.
My eyes were wide and I could barely for a sentence. "H-How t-the hell... w-wha? HOW!" I was stuttering also.

"My mutation allows me to read the minds of those around me," he paused and laughed, "it comes in handy on dinner dates."

I shook my head slightly and closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath and sighing, "so, what you're telling me is... that I'm not the only one?" I looked up to see him nod and smile once more. "I'm not alone? I'm not..." I trailed off, blinking rapidly.

"You are not in any danger, Alex," Charles soothingly said, placing a cold hand on my shoulder.

I looked up at him and wiped my face of any emotion. I nodded stiffly and followed after him and out of the detention center. I had a feeling that something was wrong, I mean, what would the government want with me? A convicted criminal! For god's sake! I killed a man! apparently, that doesn't matter though.

"Oh!" the second man, the tall one, started, "I forgot to introduce myself." He turned to me with an obviously forced smile and took my hand, shaking it. I grunted in pain as he squeezed harder and harder, I finally yanked my hand away and grinned sarcastically. "I'm Erik," he smirked and opened the door to the real world.

I hesitantly followed after Charles, watching my back as Erik shut the door. Something was off about him, but then again, something was off about everyone who was our kind.