TITLE: X-men – The Real Story
AUTHOR: Carla-p
EMAIL: Not mine, it all belongs to Stan Lee, if he had made them do a good job on the movies then I wouldn't have to be writing this – so there! Lol.
RATING: M – FOR MATURE AUDIENCES.
SUMMARY: This is the story of the X-men according to Carla, it will start at the beginning, it will be a loooong story, so be prepared my friends. Lol. It will focus on many, many relationships, imagine this as a series, it'll just be in one story to keep it easier to find.
Please be aware that whatever pairings you may like, I may try drop me a line any time to discuss things you might like to see I'm open to suggestions.
PAIRINGS: Multiple, there will be many different relationships, dealing with romantic pairings, friendships and families. A lot of things will be similar or the same – for example the pairings that will definitely be in it – are Remy/Rogue, Scott/Jean, etc, the traditional pairings but with my own twist.
AUTHORS NOTES: Enjoy you guys, and please let me know how I'm doing!
Charles Xavier sat in his large mansion, and surveyed the vast lush grounds that surrounded it.
He was an older man and he was confined to a wheelchair after a freak accident left him without the use of his legs.
He had lived in this mansion for the past forty years, all alone.
He had, had rich parents, but all the money in the world, hadn't helped his father who had died of a heart attack.
After his father's death Charles at the tender age of thirteen had found out that he was a mutant.
Charles had gone to an all boys school, and in one of his first lessons back after his fathers death, he started hearing voices in his head, he had panicked – worried about what those voices meant, but he was able to keep it a secret for three months until his hair started falling out.
One day his mother had asked him what was wrong, he confided in her and watched the horror take over her face.
His mother had told him that he was a demon and that he must keep it a secret forever.
Charles had been fearful of becoming a full demon and had become a recluse.
Charles' mother had re-married and her new husband brought with him his son Cain – the new, ready-made family didn't need Charles 'the demon' so Charles studied hard and got good grades, he then moved out and went to college.
Charles graduated with honours and started a computer business that made him a millionaire, then a multi-millionaire and finally a billionaire. But money couldn't buy him happiness.
As Charles grew older he realised that he wasn't a demon – he was a mutant.
Charles went to his mother immediately to inform her and she looked at him scornfully and said "Charles, mutant and demon, is the same thing, both are confined to hell, I would keep things like this to yourself."
That was the last time that Charles Xavier spoke to his mother.
He had sent her many cheques when he found out about the squalor his mother was living in, but every cheque that she sent to him was returned, and Charles became despondent and locked himself away in his mansion where he was safe from people's scorn and hatred.
Charles was so alone, he hated that he had become such a recluse – he wished that he had been braver, more like Erik – his best friend, the only man that he'd ever met who was like him – a mutant.
Charles had always been inverted due to his upbringing, his secret and also his hair-loss.
Charles had always been bullied because of his baldness but at college things were different, mainly because only wealthy, intelligent people could get into colleges back then.
Nevertheless Charles kept his head down and just got on with his studies, because he didn't want to provoke reactions from people, he found it was better to keep people at a distance.
One day all that changed, and Charles was approached by a white haired man of his own age.
"Excuse me, but I just had to ask – when did your powers surface?" The white-haired man asked.
"What!" Charles asked flustered.
"Your mutant powers – when did they surface?" The man asked again, just as pleasantly.
"What are you talking about?" Charles asked panicking unable to think of a plausible excuse.
"Well mine surfaced at the early age of seven, but that was due to the stress of the concentration camp I was kept at, and the strain of watching my family be murdered." The man said with a bitter twist of his lips.
"What? I mean how…" Charles stammered shocked that someone knew his deepest, darkest secret.
"My dear man, I thought that you were more eloquent." The white haired man said dryly.
"My apologies, I was just shocked, I must say that I thought that I was the only one in America." Charles said.
"The only Englishman in America, or the only mutant?" The white haired man asked with a slight smile.
"Why mutant of course!" Charles said.
"Well that good sir is a very arrogant assumption. I'll have you know that there are more of us than anybody knows, but I must say you are the first I have met in person." The man said seriously.
Charles looked at the man before him, he was a handsome broad-shouldered man with a strong yet harsh face – he looked like a man who was used to getting his own way.
"Well that is something that we have in common, because you are the first of our kind that I have met, my name is Charles, Charles Francis Xavier." Charles said.
"It is a pleasure and I am Erik – Erik Magnus Lehnsherr." Erik said and the men shook hands.
"What is your gift?" Erik asked.
"I'm telepathic – I can read other people's minds." Charles said hoping that Erik wouldn't hate him and think that he was a demon.
"Why that is extraordinary! My power is the ability to manipulate the planets magnetic forces – to put it bluntly – the ability to control and manipulate metal." Erik said.
"That is amazing!" Charles said in astonishment.
"Not as amazing as being able to read someone's mind." Erik said honestly.
The two men became firm friends after that, wherever one was found the other wasn't far behind.
They practised controlling their powers on each other the two of them learning focus and control, each of them trusted the other completely.
One day, at the age of twenty-two when Charles Xavier had completely finished with his education and was starting out in his own business, just as Erik was – Erik went missing.
No-one knew where he had gone, and no-one seemed all that bothered either, it was as if he had disappeared off of the face of the earth.
When Charles had gone to the authorities to report his friend missing they had dismissed his claim as complete nonsense and said that as an adult he had probably just moved on with his life, and that foul play was not suspected.
Erik had gone – without a trace.
And Charles was left – alone.
Charles sat in his big empty mansion, he had made his money but he had not lived his life, and he was plagued with regrets.
He felt terribly that he hadn't helped try to find his friend, to this day he knew in his heart that something had happened to him, because the police didn't know Erik, but Charles did.
Erik and Charles had discussed what they wanted to see happen in the world, they wanted to find more people like them – more mutants, and Erik – who had been a genius, had helped Charles to build a room, a room they named Cerebro.
They used as modern machinery as they could afford, and it helped to enhance Charles' mental powers so he could find mutant signatures.
Charles had tried to use it to find Erik, but he had failed and since that day had never used Cerebro again, although he had updated it with state of the art parts.
Charles sat and watched the setting sun, he was sixty-two years old, but it wasn't too late to make a change in his life – to do some good, in the past 40 years, many, many more mutants had been identified and Charles knew that the mutant population was increasing, due to the fact that now the nuclear devices around were deforming 'regular' genes.
Charles was going to open the doors to his mansion to mutants, to start a school to train mutants, just as he and Erik had trained together.
He was going to start a school and create a safe haven for people like him everywhere.
He would make a difference. For himself. For Erik.