Chapter 4: Parents Lost

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Scott Summers clung to his father like a lifeline, but the larger man pushed his child away, tears streaming down his cheeks as he strapped his oldest child into a parachute.

"Take care of your brother and Mom, can you do that for me Scott?" the man asked thickly. Scott nodded, "Yeah, I promise Daddy, I love you." "I love you too, son." Giving his last goodbyes, Scott's father pushed him out of the plane after his wife and younger son.

As the three most important things in his life, plummeted to the ground he called out just before the plane exploded, taking his life. "I LOVE YOU!"

Scott felt the air rush past him, his ears popping at the quick decent. "Pull your chute!" he heard his mother's voice. Turning his head to the side he reached out, and opened his stunned brother's chute. He followed suit and soon, the three of them were floating down.

Scott, Alex and Jane Summers heard Luke's last yell and tears fell from all their eyes as the plane exploded.

Scott, who was the highest of the three of them, was caught in the blast and his parachute was torn as he fell to the ground, becoming unconscious before he hit.

The next time he woke up, it was to find his mother sobbing at his hospital bedside, Alex asleep on her lap. "Mommy?" his voice was raspy, but Jane heard him. With a cry that woke Alex, she wrapped the two boys into her arms, thanking God again and again for saving them, but crying at the same time for the loss of her husband.

Scott clung to what remained of his family. His father's words ringing in his ears; take care of them.

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Young Jean Grey cried softly as the caskets that held her parents were lowered into the earth. She sobbed into her hands as they were covered and allowed herself to be lead by her Uncle`s rough hand on her shoulder to the car that would take her to her new home.

Only a few months passed before young Jean had found herself in Hell. Her Uncle beat her, her Aunt screamed obscenities that no child should hear, and then, of course, there was the fact that they did everything short of raping and killing her. Jean was in Hell, she was called a freak and not one person on Earth seemed to care for her. She needed a guardian, someone who could protect her, but she had no friends. How could a little girl find someone to love her, when it seemed like no one even wanted her?