Hey guys, Chapter four here. No introduction necessary. Have fun. Also, just to clarify for anyone who doesn't know, this story doesn't really follow any set of events. So just try to read the story and understand the chronology of the events happening HERE. Many events will be similar to events from the movies and comics, but follow the chronology of this story in order to understand.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men

A few hours later

Justin groaned as he woke up. He opened his eyes, only to be blinded by a bright light. He blinked a few times, only to discover that he was lying in a bed in some kind of sickbay. He rubbed his head, which was still sore, and turned to look around.

'Good Morning.' Justin turned to see Laura sitting in a chair beside his bead. He sighed in relief.

'How long have I been out?' He muttered, and Laura stood up.

'Approximately twenty-four hours.' A voice came from behind him, and Justin turned to see a huge blue creature stepping into the room.

'AAAAAAGH! BIG FOOT'S REAL!' Justin yelled, grabbing his blankets. 'Big Foot' twitched his glasses and made a 'humph' sound.

'So dramatic. And insulting. My feet are not big; they are perfectly proportionate for my size. Now calm down, or you'll pull out your stitches.' The creature sat down next to Justin.

'My name is Doctor Hank McCoy, and I am going to be taking your temperature.' He produced a thermometer and stuffed it into Justin's mouth. After a moment, he removed it and stared at it.

'Perfectly normal. You're good to go. Laura, if you would be so kind as to show him to Miss Frost and Mister Summers?' Hank stood up and nodded to Laura before leaving. Justin let go of his blankets and stood, getting himself dressed.

In a few minutes, the two were sitting in the principal's office. A very beautiful woman in white sat behind the desk, and Justin fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket.

'Hello Mr. Li, my name is Emma Frost. I am the headmistress of the Xavier Institute For Gifted Children, or as it is better known, the Jean Grey School For Higher Learning. I will oversee everything that pertains to you, and you will attend training sessions with us.' Emma pulled a file out from a drawer under her desk.

'According to Laura's field report, you've basically read her files. You know everything about her, so I'm assuming you know everything about us, am I correct?' Justin nodded.

'Yeah, thought it would be a good idea to know what I was getting in to.' He muttered, and Emma nodded in approval.

'Good, I like that. Training sessions start next week, and a schedule will be sent to you by tomorrow. Have a good day Mister Li.' Emma shut the file and replaced it in the drawer. Justin and Laura stood and walked to the door.

'Not you Laura. I want to speak with you for a moment.' Laura turned and walked back to Emma without a word, and Scott, who was standing at the door, guided Justin out.

'Come, let's find you a place to sleep huh?' Scott shut the door behind him. Emma sighed, and looked at Laura.

'I know what happened. I read his mind. I'm sure he knew I read it.' Emma stated, and Laura looked away.

'It was impulsive. I did not mean to do it.' Laura tried to explain, but Emma cut her off.

'I know, but I want you to know what will happen to you if you do this. You realize that you are eternal? You cannot die, not naturally anyway. But he can. You will eventually be forced to leave him behind, in a grave. Do you really want that for him?' Emma leaned back in her chair.

'I'm not saying a relationship isn't possible, but I hope you consider all the factors and their consequences before you start anything.' Laura glanced at Emma, seeing that she was finished, left the room. Emma sighed, placing her head in her hands. It was always hard for her to do things like that.

Justin, on the other hand, was having a much better time. And by better, I mean worse. He and Scott had been hunting for rooms, but to no avail. All the rooms with guys were full, and an entire section of the mansion was cordoned off due to its damage.

'Sorry about the mess. We were attacked recently, so we have limited rooms until our south wing is repaired.' Scott said as they left yet another full room.

'Then why'd you come for me? You don't need extra people.' Justin asked. Scott opened another room. This one was completely empty.

'Ah, perfect.' Scott smiled despite himself. Justin walked into the room and looked around. It was simple and functional, just the way he liked it.

'Thanks Scott, this'll work out fine.' Justin thanked him, still aware that he hadn't answered his question. He made a mental note to find out why.

Scott walked out of the room, only to be greeted by Emma.

'Hey.' He said, shutting the door. Emma raised an eyebrow.

'Did you tell him?' Scott looked at her.

'You know the answer to that question.' Emma looked at the closed door.

'He doesn't need to know they're after him. He's safe here. Laura was.' She muttered, and Scott glanced at her.

'The people from the Weapon X program, they never give up, do they? They ruined Logan's life; they ruined Laura's life. And if they get a hold of him…' Emma cut him off.

'They won't hurt him. We won't let them take him. Besides, the boy's too smart for his own good.' She said, walking away.

'I wouldn't be surprised if he already knew.'

Half an hour later

Justin heard a knock on his door.

'Come in.' He called, absent-mindedly fiddling with his phone. The door opened, and Laura walked in. She was holding two large bags, and she dropped them off in front of him.

'What's this?' He asked, opening one of the bags. Laura leaned against the wall.

'Your entire wardrobe. Plus some other stuff from your room I thought you'd like to keep.' Justin glanced up at her.

'You were in my room? In Sacramento?' He asked, and Laura nodded.

'You saved my life, I thought it would be nice of me to help you get your things.' Justin laughed. He opened the other bag, and out came a black CA101 Kiyo Katana, along with a wooden katana and a sword stand.

'Your sensei taught you how to use these, right?' Justin asked, and Laura looked away from him.

'Yes, he did.' She replied shortly. Justin stood and walked over to her, taking her by her shoulders.

'I know what they did. I read the files. It wasn't your fault.' Laura pulled away from him.

'Sorry to bother you, I will leave now.' She muttered, walking out of the room. Justin sighed, picking up his sword. He placed the sword stand on a small ledge above the head of his bed.

'Funny, they should be here by now.' Justin frowned, until another knock came from the door. The door opened and a boy with robotic hands entered the room. Justin instinctively ran a facial recognition scan on him.

'Hey, Justin right? The name's Hellion. Cyclops asked me to bring this to you.' He said, handing Justin a few boxes, which he placed on his bed. He thanked the boy, Hellion, and he left. Opening the boxes, Justin pulled out a small case inside. Opening it, the box revealed two identical Smith And Wesson Model 629 Stealth Hunters with weighted barrels. Justin smiled, touching the cool handles. Putting those in his closet, he delved through the other items.

There were four Down Under Death Adder Knives with black wooden handles. Their sheaths were custom, modified to clip onto the knives' cross guards to hold them in place. Those also went in the closet. There were two M-Tech USA Xtreme MX-8054 11 inch Tactical fixed bladed knives in modified sheaths sitting in the box. Those also went into the cupboard. He had two pouches of throwing knives. Each knife was two millimeters thick, with three in each row. He had exactly 75 knives in each pouch.

There were two straight bladed swords with black handles connected to a shoulder belt. They were machine crafted, solid, simple and sturdy. Their blades were made from black arashikage steel, and honed to a razor edge.

The last item was a bag of spare parts and metal, wires and several tools, plus several empty 44. Magnum bullet cases, and several small cylindrical metal pieces.

In an hour, Justin had constructed four tiny machines from most of the spare parts and wires. Covering the machines with the metal plating, Justin welded the small cylindrical metal pieces into the bullet casings, five pieces for each case, fit perfectly to fill up the case completely. He inserted six 'bullets' into a small ring, clipping the bullets together like a speed loader. He pulled out all his stuff from the closet. Inserting the entire ring into his Magnum chamber, he checked that they were secure, and pulled them out. Inserting a bullet ring into each of the first two machines, he watched as they charged up with electricity. Grunting in pain, he touched his bandaged shoulder.

'I should take it easy for now.' He muttered, monitoring the power levels.

The cylinders were filled with carefully calculated charges that ensured that they wouldn't kill anyone. No matter where in the body they hit, they would send an electrical wave through the body, shutting off the brain's electrical impulses for only a moment, rendering them unconscious. It was completely non-fatal, so no matter how many times they got shot, they wouldn't die. It only affected how long before they woke up, kinda like the difference between getting shot by a tranquilizer once, and getting shot a couple of times.

Every time the hammer struck the 'bullet', it would release one charge out the front in the form of a blue energy shot. There were five shots per 'bullet' and six bullets in the gun at any point in time, meaning thirty shots before a reload was required.

Inserting one machine into each pouch, Justin strapped two pouches onto a belt. He inserted one bullet ring into each pouch, being charged automatically by the machine until they were full. Each machine had a mini fusion reactor as its power source, self-sustaining, only dies after around five years. He loaded his guns. Each bullet ring would take only around a minute to charge, and with thirty shots in each gun, they would have plenty of time to charge.

The last two machines were clipped to the side of the throwing knife pouches. The knives were charged with a special electrical charge, allowing them to respond to a specific electrical signal. Upon triggering the machines, they would teleport the knives back into the pouches, saving him the effort of retrieving them.

Justin heard his door open, and he turned to see Laura again. She was holding a few blue uniforms, a pair of boots, and a black jacket. Justin smiled; the uniform was exactly how he'd like it, blue and black, no other fancy colors.

'Thank you Emma.' He thought. Telepaths, always reading minds. Although he couldn't complain in this case.

'Hi.' She said, placing the uniform down on the bed.

'Is that for me?' Justin asked, picking up the uniform.

'Yes. It is for your training and missions.' She replied, sitting down on the bed. Justin picked up the uniform. It was sturdy, made from tough, bulletproof cloth. He pulled it on, Laura averting her eyes respectfully. Justin clipped on the 'utility belt' he'd made earlier, and strapped his guns to his thighs.

He strapped two Death Adder knives to his boots (he improvised with the strapping), two more to his back, handles pointing to his waist, and the M-Tech Knives to his back, handles pointing up. He strapped his swords onto his back, covering the knives, but leaving the handles open to grab. He pulled the mask over his head, and looked at his mirror.

'I look freakin amazing.' He said, and turned to Laura, who was still poker faced.

'Do you ever smile?' He dropped down onto the bed next to her, pulling off his mask. Laura ignored him, looking at her hands.

'Hey, come on. What's up? Is something bothering you?' Justin placed a hand on her shoulder.

'I gave you a blood transfusion earlier. I do not know what my blood may do to you.' She said, refusing to look at him. Justin laughed.

'Well as long as it doesn't mess with my powers I'm fine.' He stood and removed his gear.

'This is serious. I am not human. I am a clone. I do not know what the possible side effects of the process may be, but I know that putting my blood in you can be dangerous.' Justin laughed and placed a hand on her cheek.

'If I die, I'll let you know. Come on, let's get something to eat.'

End of the chapter, Yaaaaaaaay. I intend to have Justin develop a healing factor as a side effect of the blood transfusion. But anyway, chill out, have ice-cream, and I'll try to post as soon as possible. Do check out my tumblr [demon blade 1410. tumblr .com] for pictures of his gear. I'll label them. Obviously, type it in without the spaces. BTW, he looks exactly like Deadpool on my tumblr, just replace the red parts with blue, including on the sword handles.