"Professor, what are we doing here?"
Storm asks, her silver eyes darting around the dingy bar that Charles Xavier had asked her to drive him to. The dingy bar that was exactly five hours away from any sort of civilization. The bar has dark brown walls, in some places peeling, exposing the pistachio coat underneath. A couple of tables are placed here and there each a different type of table but having the same foldable red chairs. It's also dimly lit by a few lights hanging on the ceiling but most of the lights are missing bulbs or just don't work in general. The floor is dark wood with spots scattered around of different stains that it has encountered over the years.
In complete honesty, this is not somewhere Storm would have imagined herself to be with the Professor, or anyone for that matter. The professor does not respond just moves his wheelchair towards the dirty looking bar to their right, his head turning here and there, Storm knowing he's scanning the minds of everyone in attendance. Once he nears the bar, the floor boards squeaking underneath the chairs weight, the woman on the other side, a scrawny red head with dark brown baggy eyes, smiles at them. Her crooked teeth glistening in the neon purple light of the bar sign.
"Well Hello There." She says cheerfully, Storm picking up on a Southern accent.
"We don't usually have outsiders, especially not classy people like ya'll. My Names Cathy Lee, straight out of Tennessee what can I do for ya'll?" Professor X smiles politely at the lady,
"I have heard about these fights that you take place every Friday." Cathy smiles even wider,
"Oh Yeah! We have what we like to call Cage Fighting, and ya'll are just in time. It's about to start in a minute or two. Just head on back to the backroom, Betsy will be taking bets if you feel lucky." Charles Xavier smiles and bows his head in politeness,
"Thank you madam." Cathy blushes and smiles again.
Storm walks behind the professor as they make their way across the empty bar and to the open door. The closer they get the louder and clearer the voices inside get. To the point where Storm can understand that someone on a microphone is announcing. They walk in and are greeted by a large cage, Steel fence about 9 feet tall is wrapped around a dirt pit, and around the fence are little stumps which are meant to be benches for the people. Storm furrows her brows still not sure what the professor is doing here. She snaps out of her thoughts as the Professor moves forward and sits in the front, in the walk way of the benches. He looks over his shoulder at her and pats the empty stump next to him. Storm sighs but walks over and sits down, crossing her legs and scrunching her nose as she spots traces of blood on the dirt.
"Don't make that face; you've been around far worse." Charles says, laughing as Storm glares at him.
"Professor what are we doing here?" She asks once again.
"We are recruiting the son of a good friend of mine." He replies,
"I caught word he was around here a couple of days ago and well Katera wants me to bring him to the academy." Storm smiles and pats the Professor on the shoulder, knowing that he can never say no to his wife, Katera or his daughter Shiloh Elaine.
There miracle baby since they had been trying for years and just as they were about to give up, had arrived. A very good girl, great grades in school and excelling in leveling up her abilities which was the ability to control anything involving Nature. Let it be Weather, Plants, or Animals, she could mend it or bend it to her liking.
A very powerful ability that could cause quite the bit of destruction, which had occurred but minor when she was an infant. After throwing a tantrum, a stampede of forest animals had attacked Xavier's School for Gifted Youngster's. A smile built on Storm's face as she remembered Logan's face as Bunnies attacked his legs, the 'Fluffy Monsters' as he called them, scratching up his legs. Storm turned as she heard the professor chuckle,
"That was quite funny." Storm opened her mouth to respond but shut it, as a siren sounded around the make shift Arena.
"Welcome Ladies and Gentleman to Cage Fighting!" Yelled the short and pudgy old man, who was wearing a top hat, probably to hide his balding head.
"The first to enter is the challenger, Ricky!" A short tank of a man walked in flexing his rather large and slightly gross muscles while he smiled.
"And our reigning champion for exactly 432 days, when he first made his appearance, Adam Carter!" The crowd erupted and Storm noticed that Charles watched intently the doors, his eyes widening as the boy entered the arena.
He was tall about 6'5, and well-toned. His Chest exposed and revealing his abs and muscular arms, he wore a loose pair of pants, showing the dents in his hips. He had chiseled features a squared jaw, high cheekbones, thin lips, and a thin but slight long nose that just added a mysterious look to his face. He had Dirty Blonde hair that was spiked up a bit and a bit of 5 o'clock stubble. But what drew storm in was his seriousness as he walked in and his eyes. His eyes were a light shade of blue, so light they looked almost aqua but something about them made her feel like she knew him or knew those eyes from somewhere. His whole face made her feel like she had seen him or seen someone who looked like him.
He walked in front of the man and the the man only came up to his shoulder. A bell rang and the fight started, the shorter man, named Ricky swung first, and the younger male who could be no older than 23 ducks and shoots his fist up. His knuckles connecting with Ricky's chin, making him fall backwards. The younger male takes advantage and climbs on top of him throwing punch after punch, each fist connecting to the man's face and leaving some sort of mark. A bruise, a scratch, or even a bump.
Ricky bucks up and Adam flips off him standing up and putting his fists up in a defense position, the blood on them glistening. Ricky's face is completely covered in blood but he doesn't stop, he charges for Adam crashing into him and making the both of them hit the fence. Adam snarls and pushes him off throwing up his elbow and crashing it against his face. A sickening crack filling the arena before, Ricky stumbles back and lets out a groan, before shaking his head.
He runs at the boy again and Adam tries to move aside but the man grabs on of his belt loops and tugs him down to the ground. Adam lands with a thud and blocks his face as Ricky climbs on top of him beginning to weakly punch him, his face swelled up and drenched in blood. Adam grabs Ricky's tank top and lifts him easily, the older man weakening by the second. The younger male wraps his arm around his neck and adjusts his fingers in a specific spot; he adds pressure, his muscles contracting. A few seconds pass and just as everyone is about to ask what's going on, Ricky falls limply to the ground.
His body dropping with a heavy and loud thud, and the crowd begins to chant, "1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10!"
The crowd erupts and the announcer and a couple of guys come in. The guys pick up Ricky and drag him out, while the Announcer grasps Adam's hand a huge smile on the short man's face.
"The winner once again is ADAM CARTER!"
The crowd begins to chant his name and Adam just wipes his face before ripping his hand out of the Announcers and walks out. Charles watches before looking at Storm, indicating that they are going to follow him. They make their way through the crowd, most of them ignoring them as they collected their winnings and a few other cursing under their breath having bet for Ricky. Once they make their way to the hallway behind the Arena they head down it, Charles using his mind control to make a body guard leave them alone.
"He's in that room." Charles said, pointing to one of the seven doors in the hall. Storm nods and they make their way over before she knocks and opens the door. Charles enters first and then she does, Adam is sitting on a chair a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
He know wears a white t-shirt, but that's the only change since he is still wearing the pants and sneakers from the match. His Converse still having evidence of the earlier battle. His eyes are on them the minute they enter, even as he releases the smoke from his nose.
"What do you want?" He says coldly, his voice deep and rough. He stands up and heads to the other side of the room picking up a duffel bag.
"We wanted to have a word with you."
Charles says calmly, watching him with a strange emotion that Storm cannot place. Adam looks at them and shakes his head inhaling his cigarette again and walking past them to the door.
"So does everybody else, everyone out there wants to have a word with the reigning champ. What makes you different?" He says cockily as he opens the door, looking over his shoulder at them. Storm rolls her eyes, as she watches him release a new cloud of smoke with a smirk on his face.
Charles Xavier reads his mind and catches a hint of curiosity but also something he doesn't expect. A tiny idea hidden in the back of his mind, the idea that maybe this is the man his mother was talking about. Charles looks into his Aqua Blue eyes, the same eyes of his mother and takes a deep breath.
"Because… I knew your mother and father."
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"I can see the flower upon which my life grows, blooming into a rose. See the hope and courage in the strength of the petals. As long as I am I will be. The flower will never wilt or die. As my life grows back, I shall become strong. I shall only become dependent on one. That one will be me. I will rise with my petals high. My life as a flower will bloom and prosper as I grow. I may not be the pick of the patch but I am just as beautiful as the rest. I will stand as one but not a lonely soul. The tears will be far from my smile."
The older woman puts down her booklet on the desk and looks at the class of less than twenty mutants. She has dark brown hair with specks of gray her and therewith pixie like features. A thin face, almond shaped eyes, thin nose and slightly thin lips. Her eyes a deep brown look around the class as she fixes her Black blazer over a White button up shirt, a matching black skirt covering just below her knee.
"Can anyone tell me what the poem writer Chase is talking about in this poem?" No one in the class raises their hands and she smiles gently,
"Mr. Romero?" A boy with Shaggy Ginger hair and thick rimmed glasses looks up.
"Umm… I don't really know Ms. Xavier. To not hide yourself?" Katera Xavier nods her head, "You are a few inches away from the mark but close." The boy smiles and her eyes drift around the class, a hand rises up and she smiles,
"Yes, Ms. Xavier?" The girl smiles and leans forward in her chair.
The girl has Chocolaty brown hair which is pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her pale crème skin and thin face. She has Hazel eyes which are hidden behind a pair of squared glasses and a thin nose with naturally pink lips. Each feature perfect for her short frame just barely coming in between 5'3 and 5'4.
"The poem clearly talks about the importance of knowing yourself. The poet is clearly writing this as a way for people that probably think that they aren't beautiful to know that they are. That they are special no matter what they believe."
"Exactly Miss Xavier!" Her mother said proudly causing her to blush.
"Now, if you turn to page three-"
A knock stopped her mid-sentence and the door opened, one of the teachers, Delilah Fern walked in. Her Pink hair tied in a braid down her back; her matching pink eyes scan the class before stopping on Shiloh Elaine. She whispers something to Katera and the older woman nods.
"Class, Ms. Fern will be taking over the class for the remainder of the period while I go and do something, Shiloh." She says and the seventeen year old senior nods picking up her notebook and pen. Walking to the front and out the door, before stopping and waiting for her mom.
The older woman closes the door and begins walking towards her father's office; the click of her black heels the only sound in the empty hall.
"What's going on, Mom?"
"It seems your father has a matter to discuss with the both of us. Also, good job finding the meaning in that poem." Shiloh's cheeks redden at the praise,
"Do you know about what?" Her mom stops and turns on her heel to look at her. "Honey, do you remember Haven?" Shiloh nods,
"Haven was your best friend when you were younger right?" Katera nods,
"Well Haven and I we lived together for three years, when she was fifteen her father was very abusive and when her mother passed away, he tried to turn the abuse on her. Haven was a mutant as well and couldn't control her ability, when her father tried to attack her; she used her ability which was to stop someone from using their powers or to control someone. She controlled him and accidentally killed him." Shiloh's eyes widen and her mother nods.
"She always carried that, and when I met her your father she met him as well and helped her. Then she suddenly disappeared and your father recently got word that she had a son. He wants to speak to us about him." Shiloh nods and they continue walking, she wants to ask her more questions but know that her mother has always been the type of person to tell you things you only need to know at that moment.
Once they reach her Father's office, her mother knocks before entering. Her father is seated on the other side of his desk and smiles affectionately at the two women as they enter; Storm is leaning against the wall and waves as she spots her. Shiloh closes the door and turns finally spotting the boy- well man seated in the chair.
His back is to her and all she can see are his broad shoulders and his spikey dirty blonde hair, as well as the white t-shirt he wears. Her Mother walks around the desk and stands behind her father squeezing his shoulders as her eyes land on the boy.
"I have called the both of you to let you know of our newest staff member, Adam Carter." He points to the man who doesn't turn or introduce him, just runs a hand through his hair.
"He will be teaching a self-defense class for the seniors and will also be taking a couple of courses in Ability practice." Her mother nods and goes around the desk sticking her hand out,
"I'm Katera Xavier." The man stands and Shiloh bites her lip at his tallness and the way his muscles ripple underneath his t-shirt as he stands.
"Adam Carter." He says his voice rough.
"You have your mother's eyes." She comments and Adam nods rubbing the side of his mouth with his thumb.
"Now, Shiloh can you show Mr. Carter to his room. Its number 324. Also, please assist him in anything he might need." Shiloh agrees and walks to her father taking the keys from his hand.
"Welcome Home Dad." She says softly smiling at her father.
"I missed you too, Elaine." He says back affectionately, his blue eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiles.
"If you will follow me please, Mr. Carter." The man grabs a bag and Shiloh opens the door for him. He walks through the doorway, his close proximity allowing her to smell his cologne. She walks out and closes the door behind her and leading the way down the hall.
The minute the door closes, Katera releases a sob, plopping down heavily into the chair as she covers her eyes.
"Oh My God." She cries, her voice muffled by her palms. Charles moves his wheelchair over to her and stops right in front of her. He grasps her wrists and slowly removes them from her face, her red tinted eyes looking at him. "Where is she?" She asks.
Charles stays silent and looks away from her, "She died giving birth to him."
Katera stares down at their intertwined palms and a tear falls down her cheek. The pain tearing at her heart and cutting the old scars that she had healed with hope of seeing her once again. Charles looks at Storm who understands and leaves the room, closing the door with a soft click.
"He blames himself for her death." "What?" She says in disbelief.
"His ability, even as a newborn was strong. As well as Deadly, when he was born as he cried his ability affected his mother."
"But it wasn't his fault, He was to young-"
"But he doesn't know any better, His mother left him a note telling him to search for us. He never did in fear that he would kill everyone, he's tried to stay away from any sort of civilization."
"He's just like Haven."
"And like Erik." The older woman freezes and stares at him.
"No… That's impossible."
"No, he's the son of Magneto. He's just like him. Hiding his emotions behind a mask, in his case a mask of cockiness, selfishness, and rage. He pushes people away just like Haven, to the point where they leave and he doesn't have to fear the outcome. He's the two wrongs in Haven and Erik, but just like the two of them, he's emotionally weak and is a ticking time bomb."
Charles moves away and looks out the window. "But I worry more about him."
"Why?" His wife stands and grips his shoulder.
"Because unlike Erik and Haven, who didn't know how strong their ability was, he knows. He knows his mutation is strong and can destroy, and he fears it. He fears himself."
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"So… Your names Shiloh?" Adam asks after a while, his eyes taking in the elegant design of the hall.
"Yeah." She says turning to look at him, completely perplexed by his eyes.
"Like that one movie with the small dog." She sighs and nods,
"Yes like the movie." She grumbles.
"Makes sense since you're so tiny." He comments patting her head. Elaine growls slightly and turns to glare at him,
"I am not tiny, don't touch me, and it's not my fault that you grew like a bean stalk alright." She walks up the steps and continues down another hall which is the students and staff dorms. Adam chuckles before raising his hands up in surrender.
"Okay, Okay sorry. Touchy subject for you shrimp?" She feels her blood boiling, her teeth clenching as she can hear him chuckling.
"This is your room." She says through clenched teeth as she gives him his keys.
"My room is 289 which is two halls down. If you need anything just ask me."
"Thanks Shorty." He says chuckling again as she glares at him, before turning on her heel and stalking off.
(Here's the first chapter of my story. This is probably going to be pretty long since I'm going to try to combine this with the new movie that just came out, Days of Future Past. Anyway review you guys, it means a lot to me and please don't be a ghost reader that is one of my biggest pet peeves.)