Strolling back to my orphanage I was exhausted, my muscles screamed for relief. After all, when you dash for a few miles avoiding the rain that loomed over you going back to your orphanage in Omaha, Nebraska you don't exactly feel fully rested. ''Hey Summers,'' another boy, James, who was often called Lefty at the orphanage screeched, ''what's the matter, afraid of a little rain!'' He always did this, constantly taunted me and mocked me, but I knew better than to start a fight with him, so I did what I always did, and let it roll right down my back. I twisted a fake smirk and replied ''Ha, yeah James I was never one for rain'' As he approached me he noticed a mud puddle below my feet. As I saw his face twist into a devious grin he slicked back his raven colored hair and calmly asked ''How bout mud?'' In an instant he knocked me off my feet and I felt the ground come up to meet me, and then what happened next was simply nothingness.
''Scott, honey are you excited about our trip around Alaska?'' my mom grinned at me and scooted closer to me on my plane seat awaiting an answer. Before I had a chance to answer my dad looked back from the cockpit and answered for me ''Of course he is Katherine! Scott has been excited about this trip since June!'' my mom rolled her eyes and pulled my brother Alex and I closer before replying ''I know Chris, but he's just been so quiet ever since we arrived in Alaska, I just wanted to ask him something,'' my mom gestured out the window to me and Alex as my dad banked left, ''do you see that lake boys? We are going to stay near there near the end of our trip, in a cabin not far from that dock over there'' Looking at the lake I noticed it was crystal blue almost completely clear. The trees around the lake were gorgeous; they littered the landscape like blades of grass in a field. ''Yeah, mom I really am excited just a bit run down from the trip'' As soon as I finished my sentence I felt a shake, then the next thing I remember a huge light protruded the plane and then waking up in a hospital with a doctor next to my bed. I remember my head felt like a porcupine had made a nest in it, and my body was burning with agony. I also remember hearing a slight noise increase to a nearly constant beep. I surveyed the room, gasping for air, my body shaking. I bolted up out of my bed and immediately collapsed on the floor. A doctor rushed in and held my shoulders in his hands trying to calm me down. ''Alex,'' I yelled, ''where's my brother! My parents'' The doctor helped me up to my bed and introduced himself as Doctor Sullivan, his face contorted to a solemn expression, ''Scott, your parents, your brother… they, didn't make it, we recovered your parents, but your brother… we didn't find any trace of him'' At this point my eyes just filled up with tears and I couldn't produce any audible noise other than a whimper… But the thing that happened next was completely unexpected, my eyes felt odd and then I tore a hole straight through the hospital with a beam, that… that came from my eyes…
''Scott? Wake up Scott'' my eyes snapped open almost immediately after hearing Mr. Milbury. I realized I was just having another dream and reality sank in. Again. ''Scott, I noticed you started a fight with another boy, James this morning'' I was shocked, how could no one have told him that it was Lefty! I mean sure, there wasn't a whole lot of onlookers but everyone knew about Lefty's bullying towards me! Surely someone would have told him, especially since he only ever bullied me! ''Mr. Milbury, there must be some kind of misunderstanding! He started it! And then he threw me down into the mud and I was knocked out!'' Mr. Milbury didn't seem to either believe me, or maybe he didn't even care that Lefty had beat me. He was like that in a way, cold uncaring, but I didn't have much of a choice but to listen to him and obey, even when he did those weird tests, he knew about my curse, my ability, but he didn't care that I had it, sometimes he even seemed more concerned about it than me, but I didn't have a choice in the matter, because I had nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. Which reminded me? ''Mr. Milbury! Did those people who were looking to adopt me say anything? You know, about me?'' He glanced over at me and explained ''No Scott, they heard about your little skirmish with James and they told me they didn't want a trouble maker in their family.'' He then proceeded to pick a book off his bookshelf and silently began reading. Not even acknowledging my presence, in fact it took him a few moments before he paused and asked ''Is that all Mr. Summers?'' I sighed and replied ''Yes sir…'' I quickly left his office and realized it was dark out, so I checked the calendar and was relieved that I wasn't out for longer than a few hours. I trudged back to my room pondering over what my life will be like for the next 4 years or so, if I was going to be adopted I would have by now, and I can't take it being here anymore!'' I made a quick decision and began packing up my things, not like I had much other than a few clothes and an old family picture from a few years ago. After I was done packing I opened my window, crawled out, since I was on the first story, and only glanced back to make sure no one noticed my disappearance, of course they didn't.
The next few weeks were the hardest of my life, I felt like a rat, digging through food to find food and occasionally a rag or some other discarded trash as either a means of cleaning myself or to repair my clothes. At least at the orphanage I had warmth, food, clothes, and shelter. Out here I was lucky enough to get food and warmth, let alone shelter, and forget about new clothes. I felt tired, weak and this old man came up to me, another homeless man and tried to steal my food and clothes, I got so furious at him that I nearly killed him with the blasts' that come out of my eyes, usually when I have a surge of emotion, but this time it was different, I couldn't control them! They kept coming out in a continuous stream, I couldn't see but I heard the crumbling of walls, possibly entire buildings and I heard the frantic pleas of help from people, so I did the one thing my instincts told me to do. Shut my eyes. As soon as I did I no longer felt the beams pulsating from my eyes, nor did I hear objects crumbling in their wake, but the only problem was I wouldn't be able to see at all. I panicked; humans relied heavily on their sense of sight, and without it I was just about as vulnerable as a fish caught between sharks teeth. However I still had my hearing and I heard metal, almost like wheels coming toward me. Next I felt something end up on my nose, not too heavy, but hard, like plastic. Then I heard a kind man's voice say ''Open your eyes my child" I almost laughed! Was he insane, did he not just see what I did when I opened my eyes! Although something told me I could trust this man, so I decided to just warn him ''O… ok, but just stand back" I took a slow deep breath and opened my eyes, preparing for the worst. However something else entirely different happened I still saw in red, but I didn't feel the beams coming out of my eyes. I glanced over at the man and noticed he was an older man, not decrypted, but probably early 60's, I also noticed he was bald and was in a wheel chair. I didn't mind, after all I had my own disability now, but I was simply shocked. ''Why did you help me, and how did you help me?'' I asked. He chuckled and replied ''Special ruby quartz glasses, they restrain your optic blasts from protruding from your eyes, and as for why I helped you….'' I heard his voice, but I didn't see his lips moving "Did you believe that you were the only one like yourself?'' Whoa, he just talked to me, without using his mouth! I read about this once in a sci-fi novel it was called telepathy! ''It's called telepathy right? You can talk to people in their minds and even read others, that's much cooler than my optics blast; all I do is hurt people it's a curse…" His face took on a quizzical expression "Why yes, your correct about my telepathy, but you don't have a curse, you have a gift, A gift that with time I can possibly help you control'', he smiled and leaned in closer "So my child, what is your name?" I was confused, ''No disrespect sir, but shouldn't you already know that? I mean you do read minds after all" He smirked slightly and then replied ''Yes, but I do prefer to not use my power without the person's permission first" I was astounded! I just met this man and he seemed to genuinely care for me and not just my powers! I held out my hand and said ''Scott Summers, and you?'' The man smiled back and replied ''Professor Charles Xavier''
Authors Note:
Hi everybody! This is my first fan fiction so try and really tell me what y'all would like to see done, I'm going to try and do a bunch of different story arcs, but in one fan fiction story, also really try and tell me what I should improve on and other things like that! P.S I'm only going to be doing Scotts origin story, which was the chapter you just read, simply because I really like his, although he won't be the only characters POV that I explore! Stay Classy y'all! - X-Man101
