One morning, at the Xavier Institute For Gifted Students. . .
"Has anyone seen Kurt?" Scott, a 17 year old boy with brown hair, adjusted his ruby quartz glasses, as he turned to face Jean, another student of similar age, with waist-length red hair.
"Hang on." Jean pressed the fingertips of her right hand against his forehead. "I'll find him." She shut her eyes, and concentrated hard.
You see, Scott, Jean, and everyone else were no ordinary teenagers. They were mutants, people gifted with extraordinary powers.
Xavier had opened up the Institute as a safe haven for all mutants, where they could train, learn to control they're powers, and, ultimately be themselves.
But not all mutants chose that lifestyle. Some used their powers for selfish gain. The Brotherhood was a prime example of this.
Rachel: Dude, you're sending us to sleep here!
Beastchicky: Sorry. -sheepish grin- As I was saying. . .
-bamf- Black smoke appeared out of nowhere. In the midst of the smoke was a blue, fuzzy teenager, a year younger than the other two.
He had fangs and a tail; and looked every bit a demon, but neither Scott nor Jean looked the least bit scared. They knew that under the creepy exterior was the gentle Christian heart of their friend, Kurt Wagner.
"Guten morgen, mein freund." Kurt said, in his native tongue. "Where have you been!?" Scott questioned.
"Calm down." Kurt replied, pressing a button on his watch/Image Inducer. A holographic image appeared, hiding his features.
His eyes widened as he saw the time. "Gotta go." -bamf- Kurt teleported again, leaving not only his signature puff of smoke, but also two very confused team mates.
