I've been having some writers block for my story Rise of Toad. So I'm starting another story to try to see if that gets my creative juices flowing again.

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"talking"

'thoughts'

"telepath"

Prologue

Inside an abandoned church in New York City, 9:39 p.m.a boy laid on his dirty, worn out mattress staring up at the ceiling. He was 15 years old and homeless. He reached up and scratched his pitch black, shaggy hair that hanged down to his ears. His pale skin was major contrast to his dirty, oversized black hoodie and jeans. He was about to fall asleep when he heard noises coming from outside the church. He stood up and walked over to door leading to the worship sight. He slightly opened the door, his black colored eyes surveying the pitch black room. Not that it mattered, since he can see in the dark. The large wooden doors at the front of the church opened and two figures entered. 'Fucking crackheads' he thought as he prepared to send them running. The boy focused on the darkness around him and gave it form. He stopped when noticed that one of them was in a wheelchair.

"Professor, are you sure he's here?" The silver haired woman pushing the wheelchair said.

"I'm sure. In fact, he's watching us right now." The man in the wheelchair said, turning to look directly at the boy. "It's all right, you don't need be afraid." The man's voice rang in the boy's head. The boy's hands flew to his head as he tried to figure out what was going on. "We are mutants, just like you. We want to help you."

The darkness snaked out from his hiding place and it wrapped up the two intruders, lifting them both 6 feet into the air. He walked out of his hiding place and stood in front of the two, the streetlights just beyond the open doors illuminating him. "What makes you think I need your help? As you can see, I can handle myself."

The woman struggled to get free but to the boy's surprise, the bald man was not scared, remaining calm and still. In fact he smiled. "My name is Charles Xavier. I own a school for the gifted. What I'm offering is a home, a chance to go to school and to live a normal life. To not have to struggle just to survive. What do you say?"

The boy looked at the man thoughtful for a moment before saying "How do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't have to say yes right now. Come spend a few days with us before you make your decision." Xavier responded.

The boy stared at Xavier for a few moments before gently place both of them back down to the floor. "Okay, I give you a chance."

Xavier smiled and held out his hand. "And what may we call you?"

The boy took the hand and said. "My name is…" the boy looked away, trying to think of a good name "Aaron Savage."

Xavier frowned at the obvious lie, but decided to not press the matter. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the boy off with too many questions.

As they approached the mansion, Aaron's eye widened "This is where you live?" he asked in amazement.

"Yes, and you will to if you choose to stay with us." The professor answered with a soft smile.

Aaron didn't know why, but he felt that he could trust this man. As the pulled to a stop and got out of the car, they were greeted by a teenage boy with red sunglasses on. "Welcome back professor." He said before turning his attention towards the dirt covered boy standing next to him. "Hi, you must be the new kid, I'm Scott." He said before reaching out his hand.

Aaron hesitantly reached out his hand and took Scotts. "I'm Aaron."

"Well Aaron, would you like to take a tour of the mansion." The professor asked.

"Sure." Aaron said.

Xavier, Aaron, and Scott began to walk through the mansion. As they made their way through the kitchen, Aaron couldn't help but stare at a bowl of fruit sitting on the kitchen counter. He hadn't eaten a decent, well, anything in about a week. The professor noticed the stare and gave a permitting nod and Aaron grabbed an apple from the bowl and quickly began to devour it. As the tour continued, Aaron was amazed by all the clean and expensive looking stuff all around him. He was honestly afraid to touch anything. As they concluded the tour, they stopped outside of one of the rooms. "This is where you'll be staying, feel free to use any of the facilities you wish. If you would like to take a shower, I'll send some clean clothes for you to wear and tomorrow we'll go shopping for some new clothes for you." The professor said.

"Thank you" Aaron said as he entered the room leaving the lights off.

20 minutes later, Jean opened the door to a dark room and wondered if she had the right room. "Who are you?" said a voice in the darkness causing Jean to literally scream. She had jumped so hard that she almost dropped the stack of folded clothes and a plate that held a sandwich and handful of potato chips.

"H-hi I'm Jean, the professor said to bring up some clothes for you and when Scott told me how you attacked an apple, I assumed you were hungry and made you a sandwich." Jean said. She followed up by asking. "Why are all the lights off?"

"Well first, thank you for the sandwich, and second I see better in the dark than in the light." Aaron said stepping into the light wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "My name's Aaron by the way."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Jean said as she took in his features. She could tell he was malnourished, as he was so thin she could see his ribs clearly. He had several small scars on his torso and arms and a strange looking tattoo on the left side of his chest. The tattoo was a skull with several tentacles coming out the bottom. She finally noticed his black eyes, which she found a little creepy. "I'll give you privacy so you can change." Aaron watched Jean leave quickly and took a bite out of the sandwich she had left.

Okay so that's the prologue. Will have the next chapter up soon… I hope. Please review to let me know what you guys think.