Hey yo! This is the sequel to 'Hate is never an option' ,so you should probably read it first before you start this story, to understand the basics ;)
To everyone else who has read 'Hate is never an option': welcome back ;D
I am (still xD) German, so please excuse my Grammar mistakes, thankies.
I used some (CIA) charas that I found in the x-comics for the CIA agents here, but I don't know them very well, so please don't be angry at me if I mess(ed) something up with them ^^"

Ah,and; I've started another x-story+ I have school, so the updates might take some time, but I try to update as soon as possible ;)

Well, now, have fun ! :)

Prologue

20. October 1962, CIA-quarters.

The man stared at the screen, then he took the remote controller to rewind the video. He stared at the screen for several more minutes untill he stopped the video. Those freaks..They were even stronger than he had thought. They were a danger to the outside, but at the same time they were an important source of information. Those powers were strong and could be used for everything.

"Do you know those men, sir?" the agent asked, his eyes on him.

"Oh, yes, I do." Stryker leaned back as he eyed the two men on the screen, then he turned around the face the agent who brought him the video "And you are sure that this video is real?"

"Totally sure, sir!" the man answered, his voice serious "Officer Bader's team made it two weeks ago."

"Hmm.." Stryker nodded thoughtfully. He could count on Sherman's men, they were trustworthy and loyal, they would not dare to fake a video. Anyway, how would they've been able to face such a video? This was fare too enormous to be faked.

"So, what are we going to do about them, sir?" The agent was young, maybe twenty-five, and eager to solve a mission. Stryker was not sure if the agent knew what exactly was to be seen on the video, but he really did not care. He probably knew, Stryker could tell it by the way he spoke. The agent seemed to be interested in the subject and that that was understandable; who wouldn't be interested in freaks with superpowers? He must feel like a little boy who was about to discover something big and important for his nation.

"Tell Sherman that he shall continue to build the cells, and someone shall call doctor Teed." the older man crossed his arms behind his back and turned back to the monitor on the table. His eyes narrowed "Tell them that I want to meet them, to discuss further steps." he paused "I assume Sherman saw the video already?"

The agent nodded, even if Stryker could not see him "Yes, sir!"

"Okay, then you can leave now." Stryker hummed satisfied. "Oh, and call Thorton as well. I am sure he will be more than interested."

"Yes,sir!" the man saluted and hurried off.

Professor Thorton was civilian advisor to the American military also known simply as the Professor. He was the man who had started their project weapon x and Stryker was sure that he would be interested in some new freaks.

"Xavier.." Stryker hissed as he sat down on the revolving chair in front of the screen. He had known from the start that this man was a danger to the outside world, but of course none of his colleagues had listened to him.

He leaned forward and eyed the other man on the screen. Lehnsherr was his name, Erik Lehnsherr. Stryker had heard about him, he was one of the Xavier's friends and had stayed with the blue eyed man and the teenage freaks in the CIA-quarters to search for more of their kind. A freak as well. The gray-haired man leaned back in his chair and started the video again. The high flames and the destructive power could be seen very well on the small screen. The video had been made by man of the CIA, up from the air, probably from one of the helicopters. "Incredible.." he mumbled as he watched a whole tree disappear into dust.

Who would have thought that the young professor was capable to do something like this? Hah,but that just showed how dangerous those mutants were; even those who looked like humans were nowhere near humane.

He was disgusted, but at the same time his interest grew; he wanted to study them, he wanted to know what they were able to do. Maybe they could also serve the goverment. They could be used as weapons and for experiments, and he was sure they could use them for medical tests as well. Who cared about the health of those freaks? They just needed to find a way to break their spirit, a way to control those monsters.

Even if they were dangerous the CIA wouldn't tell the public about the freaks. It would only cause them to panic and would lead to nothing. And if that wouldn't work then there was still the option to kill them all and that with the powers of one single freak.

There were so many things they could do with them, and so many things they could use them for. They were a good resource,oh yes, they were, and he could wait to use them. But, he had to wait. They had to plan things, and the base at the Alkali Lake was not completly ready yet. They needed to rebuild the cerebro thing, the big machine that McCoy had built, and for that they would need McCoy again. They had the basics of the machine and technically they were able to rebuild it, but better safe than sorry. It would not be difficult to find the smart kid, Stryker was sure he was he was still with Xavier.

The telepath... He was the key to their plan. With help of his telepathy and cerebro they would be able to find every damn freak on the world!

He grinned at the thought of the cells, full of mutants. Oh,and he would have fun to wipe this arrogant smile of the telepath's face. He had never liked him; he had been annoying, always smiling and trying to help those of his kind, those damn freaks. But, soon this would change. Oh yes, Wiliam Stryker senior was sure of that. Finally he would show them who was in control!

They just needed a good plan to get those freaks.

...

13. November 1962, Xavier Mansion

It was late at night as Erik Lehnsherr suddenly jolted up in his bed, his eyes wide as he scanned his room, which was dark, illuminated by the grayish blue light that shone through the window. It must be somewhere around three or four o'clock in the morning. Erik was alone in his room,but he had been sure that he had heard someone speaking. It was then that a soft whisper touched his mind again.

...Erik..?

The voice was weak, barely a soft whisper against his mind.

With one jump he was out of his bed and down the corridor, his heart hammering in his chest. Charles! It was Charles! Finally..

I can hear you, Charles! Wait, I am coming!

His bar feet his bare feet slithered over the polished wooden floor as he hastily walked down the stairs towards the lab. He must have been louder than he had thought, because he could hear a door open. "Who ever you are, it is late at night!" It was Raven's annoyed voice.

Erik didn't answer her, he was to busy with being nervous and thrilled at the same time; finally, finally Charles was awake! It had been over a month now that Charles had been unconscious,lost in his mind, fighting with the phoenix and his own mind. But now he was back and Erik's heart raced wildly, every cell of is body itching to see the telepath awake.

He stopped in front of the metal doors of the lab, breathing heavily as he stared at the door. This door separated him from Charles, he just had to open this door and he would finally see the telepath's blue eyes again.

A cold shiver ran down his back at this thought of Charles' eyes, because he realized that it maybe was not Charles who would greet him in this room; maybe this would be the phoenix with his fire red eyes and his venomous smile.

All of sudden Erik felt very sick in the stomach, and his hand tightened around the door handle. There was no other option; he had to open the door and face whomever he would meet there. If it was Charles, or the phoenix, in the end he had to open the door anyway, because if he wouldn't do it, someone else would.

Every fibre of his being hoped that it would not be the phoenix who was back with them. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he ignore the soft presence of the others mind in the back of his head, then he pushed down the door handle.

The first thing he saw was the blinding light of the garish lab lamps and he had to shield his sensetiv eyes with his hands because they had been used to the darkness in the rest of the house.

Slowly his eyes became used to the light and he dared to take some steps towards the bed.

"Erik." Charles' voice was hoarse due the lack of drinking liquids and the lack of speaking, but it was soft, though a bit unsure. Erik took away the hand over his eyes and slowly looked up at the man on the bed.

His breath stuck in his throat as he looked into the eyes of the telepath.

First, he just saw the red gleam, and his heart began to sink, but then he noticed that there was something different; it was just one eye that was red, while the other was a brilliant blue.

He had no clue what that meant.

"Hello, Charles." he breathed, not sure what else to say.

He just hoped it was Charles.