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X-men X-treme

Chapter one: 'The dreamer and the destroyer'

Charles Xavier lived in the Xavier Mansion in Westchester, New York. He had short blond hair and he was a kind, polite young man, he respected his elders, said please and thank you and his mother, Sharon Xavier, would have loved him.

If only she hadn't died giving birth to him.

He had a troubled past. For one his father, Brian Xavier, hated him because he thought that it was Charles' fault that his wife was dead and that things would be better without him. When Charles reached 6 years old, Brian was fed up with having to take care of the child that killed his wife, and found a rich widow, Natasha Marko. Not only was she rich, but she also had a son, Cain Marko, so she would be a natural at raising Charles. They got married and Natasha and Cain came to live in the mansion.

Over the next 10 years, Charles was bullied by both his father and Cain, who was 3 years older than him and was huge for his age; Natasha was kept so busy that she never really noticed how Charles was mistreated. Cain bullied him especially, simply because he thought Charles acted like he thought he was better than him, Natasha committed suicide when Charles was 16, Brian abandoned Cain and Charles, who went separate ways, Cain went into the army, while Charles went to University, when Brian was alive he wouldn't let him go to University, saying it was a waste of money.

What he discovered there would change his life forever.

"Alright class, now pick up your pens, the test starts……..now."

Everyone in the room started scribbling the answers down quickly, except for one 18 year old man, one bald 18 year old man. Charles Xavier.

After he'd spent one year at the University Charles had found himself waking up, with hair all over his pillow and his head screaming with voices. The night before the test Charles had people screaming in his head all through the night, so he couldn't revise, or even sleep.

He finally picked up his pen and rested it on the paper, but had no idea what he was doing, he pondered on the question for a while, until suddenly he heard a voice in his head. It said "The Professor's gonna kill me" Then a young girl burst through the door.

"Sorry I'm so late sir" she panted; she had obviously run all the way to the room.

"That's OK Moira, the only person this test is going to affect is you, so you being late is none of my concern." The professor replied in a snooty voice.

Then Charles heard the voice again "Once I've finished this test, I'm gonna come up there and shove it up your…"

"Take your seat Moira"

The girl came and sat down in front of Charles. And he continued to hear the voice. "Right question one, the radius of a……"

"Class put down your pens, the test is over"

All through the test Charles had listened to the voice as it spoke the correct answers. He had realized what was going on almost straight away, he had almost the same experience when he reached 13 years old, he could always tell what mood his father and Cain were in, he thought this was quite normal though, as they were both either upset or angry. But what happened during the test was completely different, he didn't just sense emotions, he actually read someone's mind!

He was amazed by this gift, and continued to use it for the rest of the day, but he seemed to only be able to connect with the girl, Moira, he didn't even have to be in the same room, but all through the day he heard her voice in his head, the only problem was, he couldn't stop. Not that he wanted to, Moira's mind proved far too interesting to resist.

Later in the day he walked past her in the hall, and she starting thinking about him, not wanting to miss a word, Charles concentrated hard, but then suddenly what seemed to be every thought in the country came flooding into his head! He collapsed onto the floor and everyone stared as 'Egghead' Xavier, as he was so often called, writhed on the floor in pain, especially one boy, he had sliver hair and looked weak and pathetic, he felt Charles' presence in his mind.

Someone phoned an Ambulance, as there wasn't a nurse at the University, and as they carried Charles away on a stretcher, the boy looked around, and saw no-one was near. He grabbed a bike, somehow breaking the lock, jumped on it and amazingly, although it looked like it was effortless, he managed to move at the same speed as the Ambulance just by pointing his arm at it. After a while, he even stopped pedalling and still kept moving!

Two days later Charles woke up in a hospital, as he expected, the room was empty. Almost empty. There was one boy, sitting in the corner, playing with some paperclips.

"Who are you?"

The paperclips dropped to the floor as the boy jumped. After a while a smile appeared on his face as he replied calmly.

"Someone like you"

Charles didn't find this at all helpful.

"What does that mean?" he thought to himself "he's looks nothing like me, unless…"

"You have gifts, correct?" the boy interrupted

Charles realized he meant his mind reading, but decided to keep it secret to avoid anyone finding out

"Gifts? What do you mean?"

"You are Charles Xavier aren't you?"

"No."

"The sign on your bed says different." The boy lifted one eyebrow "if you don't trust me, then let me show you my gift" he stood up and looked around, no-one was around, just a camera, the boy pointed at it, and it ripped in half!

"Did you do that?!" Charles exclaimed

"Of course. Though that is most certainly not my full power" He made Charles bed float a few inches in the air "and neither is that."

"Wow! All I can do is see what people are thinking…"

"Wrong!" Charles jumped as the boy shouted. "You haven't even begun to realize your full potential! My power deals with what you see, but yours, yours deals with the abstract realm of the mind! Your power is almost limitless compared with mine! You will learn to actually put thoughts in another's mind, control their mind, and even shut their mind down!"

"Really?"

"Yes! Come with me to my father, he will teach you to use these abilities."

Charles didn't know what to do, should he go with this stranger who claimed to be able to help him, or stay in the safe hospital bed.

The main problem was that he didn't even know what the boy intended to do, if only he could... Read his mind!

Charles closed his eyes and concentrated hard. He saw memories flash through his eyes, many of them horrific, none of them happy.

"STOP!"

Charles opened his eyes and saw the boy close to tears.

"Are you alright Eric?" Charles asked

"Don't call me that! Call me Magnus. Magnus Wyngarde."

"Why?"

"You should know! You read my mind!"

That was correct. Now Charles knew all about Eric, or Magnus. That he was Jewish. That he came from Poland…. That he survived the Holocaust.

"Everyone knew how I survived" said Magnus "it was all over the news. 'Polish boy learns to fly'. By then people knew about people like us, when I got away I met a man named Jason Wyngarde, he told me everyone would want me dead because of my powers, that they were afraid of me, afraid of us. I had to change my name, and change my life. You see Charles, humans will never learn to accept us."

"Why not?"

Magnus looked at him and replied calmly

"Because we are mutants"

Next chapter: "Unstoppable power"