Hello everyone, I fail at doing my homework, once again. Thus beginning a X-men fan fiction that will hopefully end in six chapters as I am hoping as it runs through my head. I don't own X-men or any other series/book. I hope you enjoy the following fan fiction.
Prologue
-Fleeing-
This is how it all began, I was falling, falling from a height, everything was flying by me. I could not face the world. I was a freak, a mutant, all my friends hated me, or so I was told by them. According to them I had a useless existence, I had to get away. Though I had no real Idea where I was headed or where I would arrive. The cure would not heal me; it would do me no good. I knew that, they disagreed.
Of course they did, and they took me away from a life I could have had. I was only three, and my parents, they did nothing to protect me. They allowed them to take me. My parents did not even cry as I screamed for them, they watched paralyzed in fear.
I was alone as I fell, it was dark and cold. I was falling free like I could spread my wings as if I had a new future away from them. The water rushed around me, I was soaked in a matter of seconds, I knew they were after me. They wanted to take away the only thing that would help me defend myself. I would rather die than submit to their torture. Mutants had souls, dreams, and reasons to fight a war. Much like the idiotic race of humans, as I out stretched my arms and began to swim away. I could only hear their laughter...
They weakened me, they injected me with poisons that had no names, and I became a test subject. I had been one since I was three they used me like I was a stupid little toy, too bad I was smarter than them, observant. I began to learn all I needed; I knew just what to do by y observations of the humans. Each minute that ticked by I was getting away from the cruel beasts of the human realm, and ever closer to the other type of human I had yet to meet. Maybe some of them wouldn't be idiots. I know not of any other mutants in the outside world, but maybe there were a large number of them that I, test subject 241, must approach.
I do not fear these humans, they aren't the same as the ones I am fleeing, or at least I hoped they were not. As I stepped onto new shores, of an unfamiliar land with green grass against my bare feet, strange metal contraptions with bright white lights flew in front of me.
"What the hell are they?" I questioned, staring in awe. Humans created this machine no doubt, there were humans sitting in it. I watched each machine fly by at top speed, until the sun rose. A new dawn had begun; I had entered a new way of living.