Chapter 2: What a Marvel! (New Draft)

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(Beyond's POV)

You know that phrase 'careful what you wish for, you just might get it?' Well. I decided to add another phrase to that one. 'Always asks for instructions.' 5 years go by and I learned where I am, when I am, and what I am. I'm once again born on December 24, 1990 on the eve of Christmas. Like in my last life, I'm of Asian and Irish descent but born in America in new york and once again in an orphanage because the people that gave me life just couldn't be bothered to raise me. Truthfully I stopped caring about them a long time ago they are probably getting burned for eternity and if not I hope someone threw a Molotov through their window and lit their house and them on fire because the person that is my caretaker is doing better than them a thousandfold. Her name was Teresa, as much it is a cliche for a nun to have that name is, its true. However there was more than meets the eye about what I am and where I am.

First of all, by the time I was five. It was 9 pm everyone was asleep except me. The present of my life is somewhat the same as my last life. Children feared my complexion and other matrons except Teresa looked at me like I was the anti-christ, my skin was still pale and my eyes were still grey, but I was able speak and had none of the disorders that crippled me in my last life but I can't say much about my mental state where I go from emotionless to hatred of all life at random. Somehow, Teresa saw the madness that infested me and wanted to do everything in her power to give me love and compassion to try to save me from my madness. I commend her on her trying to save me from my pain but it was too late. The damage was done long before she was born so she may have won the battle by showing me the light but lost the war of becoming one with the light. Too bad she died before I turned 5. Breast cancer is such an elusive assassin.

On her deathbed, she had cupped my hands and tried to make me promise that I would be someone to look up to and that the feelings that were ingrained in my soul didn't get corrupted by the devil. That was my flaw with her. I considered her a mother figure but the religion trait disgusted me to the core. I couldn't fault her for it because she was the first to see good in me even when I didn't believe I had any. So in the end all I did was thank her. In a way, I ended up killing her because she had seen that the love she gave wasn't enough as she began crying and begging me to forgive her while I merely stared at her and I just nodded in condolence. What was I supposed to do? Lie to her? That would only dishonor her work and sacrifice and I refused to do that to her, she should know that she tried and failed but I forgive her even though none of it is her fault. She died a sad woman and the orphanage became the one in my last life only that nobody was stupid enough to insult me or abuse me because they thought that I killed Teresa.

I shed no tears when she passed because she needed no tears. She needs peace and remembrance and I'll always remember her. Anyway, in my room, I"m holding a literal gold nugget in my hand as I stared intensely at the nugget. With a snap of my finger, the gold turned to sand in my hand, with another snap, the sand turned into a glass sculptor of myself before turning back into my pillow. I couldn't believe it, the power of reality warping. I was talking about this power in the sea of souls where I thought I would eternally rest and as soon as I am reborn and my mother figure dies, I have this godly ability, talk about irony. The first thing I did was conjure a instruction manual on how to channel and control the limitless power and potential of reality warping. It worked with no side effects. Seriously, why don't reality warpers conjure this thing first before they go off on a tangent?! I had gained this power 2 months after Teresa's funeral and I've been following the manual to the letter ever since.

Due to the manual having flawless instructions and no errors on how to channel and control reality to my whims, I made more progress than having sex someone named 'Syphilis' and wondering what went wrong. When I started, I had to close my eyes and focus but 2 months later with the manual's help. I can just wave my hand or snap my fingers to get what I want. I also figured out where the power originated from and what world I'm in. Once again, having reality warping or as I am now calling it 'Essokinesis' was a major boon as I had willed specific information to my head. First of all, I'm in the marvel comics universe and not the cinematic universe which I found unappealing and boring. It's not the 616 universe but an alternate universe. I was also a mutant. Yep, I had the x-gene that let's me manipulate reality to my whims which means that a certain someone will be coming for me if he spots me with his super tracker. So to become hidden from the trackers, I masked myself from technological and supernatural trackers and willed the abilities psychic shield and psychic shadow to myself.

The first ability will allow me to be highly resistant to any and all mental intrusion, including psychic or empathic powers, hypnosis, mental Hallucination, and deception while the second ability will allow me to be able to mask my psychic presence and obscure the perceptions of psychic trackers, making any subject within their target radius appear 'dark.' Experience will enhance the size of the area I can shadow and the intensity of their shielding effect. Why would I need experience when I can just will it to be perfect? Because I'm not an arrogant idiot. This ultimate power needs to come with ultimate discipline. I refuse to be a crutch to my power and then one day decide that the world should be better in my image, That's a waste of my power and I care nothing about the evil in the world because like it or not we need it because even when everyone and everything is perfect and good, someone will always, ALWAYS! Want more or in rare cases, balance itself will give birth to evil. If you think that's rubbish, take the Czarnians from the DC universe as an example and I'll rest my case.

Anyway I also will a certain someone's super tracker to delete my entire signature and statistics. After that, I decided that I no longer need this orphanage and I was going to go on a world tour. Once that's done I'm going to become what I wanted to be since I was child. But first I have to increase my proficiency in essokinesis before I do anything, after that, I need to perfect the temple that is my body and once I'm fully stable and prepared. I'm going to create a certain tournament. With that, I disappeared from the orphanage and never looked back.

(Normal POV)

12 years go by since Beyond had started his world tour and his path to mastering essokinesis. The years had been most kind to him as he stood at 6'4, 3 inches shorter than his past life, had medium length black hair and a body that belonged to a saiyan. He wore a short sleeve grey shirt with black spider web pattern designs, black baggy jeans with multiple pockets with two white spider designs, one on his right thigh and other on his left shin. On his left arm was a black armband that had lightning designs, grey fingerless gloves with matching Jordan 11 sneakers and a long black headband tied around his head. Although his skin was still very pale, it was as smooth as a polished diamond with no bumps, blisters, or acne in sight. Loud footsteps thundered in the distance. A group of heavily uniformed army personnel chased him through a maze of abandoned buildings in a bad part of a town. Why was this happening? Because Beyond wanted to play.

"What fun! This is all I expected it to be." Beyond spoke to himself, his voice was smooth, deep, dark, and tired. He decided that he wanted the voice of Kuretz from 'Absolver' so he manipulated reality to make that voice his own. His range of manipulation had increased from 100 miles to 50 light years and it had become as simple as breathing. "Soon, they will be here. The chips are down, the cards are played and soon the games will commence. It will be a marvel." A few warning shots fired in the air which made him turn to the direction of the noise.

"Freeze right there, and come quietly!" With no effort, Beyond dodged the bullets much to the shock and surprise of the people who fired at him. That shock then turned into fear. Why? It was because of his eyes. What were formerly stone grey eyes had turned crimson blood red with 3 comma's spinning in a circle around a black pupil. The people who stared directly into his eyes were frozen stiff and couldn't move and could only watch as walked towards them to knock them out one by one then disappear into black mist.

A bald man dressed in a suit sat underneath helmet. The man sat in a wheelchair, having lost the use of his legs some years ago. He currently was focused intently on a strange energy signature that had just popped up a number of hours ago. The man's name was Professor Charles Xavier. He was the headmaster of Xavier's Institute for the Gifted. He was a man with a dream that many thought was impossible. There were an ever growing number of people with special gifts, and they increased with each passing year. For lack of a better term, they would be mutants. Some might consider them to be freaks of nature, but that was a concept that Xavier would hope to correct over time. As much as he loathed to admit it, there were some humans who had had the knack of fearing those that were different from them.

Someday, he would hope to be able to bridge the gap between mutants and humans. Right now, he settled with trying to help younger mutants understand their gifts, and train them to use those gifts safely. Xavier knew that when their gifts had manifested, many were absolutely afraid. They had no clear idea how to cope with everything that was happening to them, and how their bodies were reacting strangely. Xavier chuckled, thinking that could be an apt metaphor for many changes. He had been afraid himself when his powers manifested. Hearing the thoughts of other people had been an alarming experience. At least until the moment where he learned to block it out, and control it. It was much like closing a dam, and it took a long time before it was as simple as breathing. His experiences were something that drove his ambitions, and his dreams to create this school for the gifted. Right now, he focused on the strange energy signature he discovered a short time ago. Cerebro managed to pick it up, but it was not like any other reading he had ever seen in his life.

It was completely odd and it fluctuated in an erratic manner. 'Strange.' Xavier thought, and he tried to lock in on the energy signature. 'I can't quite pinpoint what this young man's mutant power is.' A new arrival pulled Xavier out of his thoughts. "Hello, Logan." A short man with dark hair, wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans stepped in. His name was Logan, even if his past was a mystery, especially to him. He was known primarily as Wolverine.

"You've been locked up in here for over two hours," Logan said. "What's up?"

"A strange visitor," Xavier said.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with the reports of the mysterious kid that's been popping up all over the news all day," Logan said in his usual gruff voice.

"We can't rule out a correlation," Xavier said, and he shook his head, to try and get a fix. "His gifts are unlike anything that I have ever seen before."

"You're not the only one who noticed, Chuck," Logan said. "The government's out for this kid's blood, and…they're chasing him like he's some kind of animal."

"It's possible that he's scared about the discovery of his powers," Xavier said, and he turned around to face Logan. "We must locate him immediately, and try and calm him down."

"Easier said than done," Logan answered gruffly.

Xavier just offered a ghost of a smile. "It always is."

The doors leading to the room with Cerebro slid open. In the room walked a dark skinned woman with white hair, dressed in black. Her name was Ororo Munroe, but her codename was Storm. This was because of her uncanny ability to control the weather. She took a tentative step forward.

"Hello, Ororo, I'm glad you could join us," Xavier said with a smile. "A new mutant has arrived on the scene, but his power is unlike anything I have ever seen. I have been unable to pin down a name, or any details regarding him."

"What are his powers?" Ororo asked.

Xavier shook his head. This was going to be more difficult to explain than he would have thought.

"That is the problem," Xavier replied. He took a deep breath and continued to speak. "His powers appear to be eye manipulation of some sort, but exactly how or the limits I'm uncertain of. I wish for you and Logan to track him down, and bring him back to the mansion. Be careful though, he may be confused about his powers, so he may lash out if he considers you a threat. Try and take the more diplomatic approach if you can when inviting him to come here." Xavier's eyes turned to Logan. A small smile appeared on Ororo's face, when Logan gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"I know, Chuck, I understand, this isn't my first go around," Logan remarked, and he leaned back against a wall, casually. "So we get the kid, and then what."

"Just bring him back here, and we give him the choice whether or not to stay or not," Xavier said. "It does appear that he's on the run, so if he has any friends and family, he may fear their reaction due to his powers. And try not to attract the attention of the various government agents hovering around."

"Sounds like a kid who attracts a lot of attention," Ororo commented.

"Yes, unfortunately," Xavier agreed. "You know what to do by now, I will be in contact if anything else comes through on Cerebro."

Ororo and Logan both nodded. They made their way towards the Blackbird.

"Saw a few images of the kid on the news that they were able to pick up," Logan grunted. "He looks dangerous, but things aren't always what they appear to be."

Ororo nodded. She knew what she had to do to remain on her guard. She joined her teammate on the Blackbird, and it took flight. They were determined to locate this young mutant, before he became some sort of government lab rat, or hurt someone.

Beyond was having the time of his life. This game he was playing with the government was phenomenal as he was in the park perched in a tree as he spotted several more government troops rushing in as he decided to listen in on what they were saying.

"This guy's a slippery one, isn't he?"

"What do you think he is?"

"I don't know, maybe he's some kind of extra-terrestrial."

"That would explain the weird energy blasts from his hand."

"Where do you think he went?"

"I don't know, maybe he phoned home or something?"

Beyond continued to listen in as they stood around the tree was camouflaged in.

Two of the government agents talked in hushed tones.

"We don't know what he is, or how to stop him?"

"He's running scared though."

"Yeah, he is, but that could be just survival instincts. Or him luring us into a false sense of security, but I don't know. Fury wants him alive, for questioning. The crater he left in the desert had energy spikes that were off the charts."

'Ah, yes.' Beyond thought as he remember he was training in the desert of death valley and due to him making his essokinesis stronger, a percentage of its power leaked from the barrier he conjured, as he reabsorbed all the energy back into himself so that no one can take samples, he decided that if they want it, then they will work for it and even then he wouldn't give it to them and so began a marvelous game of tag. As the men walked passed the tree, Beyond jumped out but made no noise when he landed and walked the opposite direction, Beyond very nearly escaped them. He was a few inches away, but a wall of troops blocked his path. There were eight of them, and he prepared to fight them. Before Beyond could do anything, the guns had been pulled from their hands. He blinked, and a chain link fence was wrapped around the troops. They were pinned into place.

'So, he's here fist huh?' Beyond thought as he turned around, and saw a figure dressed in purple and red. He had a helmet covering his face. Pieces of metal swirled around him, and the helicopter above was being ripped apart and thrown around.

"You have caused quite a stir, young one," the mysterious man said. "Do not be alarmed, child."

Beyond's eyes, which were still red and spinning had stopped and turned back to normal as he tilted his head in feigned confusion. "You have special gifts, which means you are above the limitations of humanity," the man continued. "And your gifts in particular have caught the eye of many. You will help the next evolution of this world rise above humanity. Your gifts will aid the cause of all mutant-kind when they are fully mastered." Unknown to the man was that Beyond mastered his powers a long time ago and the powers he's using is a cover up for his essokinesis. He then decided to ask the most obvious question.

"And who might you be?" Beyond asked.

"You may refer to me as Magneto," the man said. "And we have much to discuss as it pertains to your future." Beyond stood silently, and looked up this new player in the game. The person called Magneto, who had just knocked aside these government troops like they were absolutely nothing, hovered in the air with his arms folded. Beyond remained still, and assessed the situation. He knew that this man commanded a great deal of power. He magnetized the metal around him, and used it to accomplish his goals. It was a one sided beating, there were no two ways about it. But his power is a drop of water compared to the ocean that is his essokinesis.

"You have my attention, what does my future entail?" He asked in feigned interest.

Magneto decided to elaborate. "Child, you have great power, and with that great power, there is potential. The mutant race could use someone like you on our side. As you can see, the humans went after you at the first sign that you might not be something they can control. They will continue to go after you. Not because of any misdeed you have done, but for the sheer fact that you are different. People fear what they cannot understand."

"So you believe I'm a mutant?" Beyond asked.

"This is a common reaction for those who have come into their powers, the fear of being different," Magneto said. He spoke in an even and patient voice. "But there is no reason to fear. You have risen above humanity, and their flaws. Humanity will destroy each other for their own petty gains. If we do not band together, what do you think they will do to us?" This question was left unanswered. Beyond stood before Magneto. He did not say anything, so Magneto took this as his opening to continue.

"The choice is in your hands whether or not you come with me," Magneto said. His gaze remained cold, and focused towards Beyond from behind his helmet. "I will say this, if it was not for my intervention, you would have been captured and subjected to horrors which you can only scarcely imagine. You are running around in circles. If you were to join me, then you would not fear. Your fellow brothers and sisters will help shield you, and make you strong." Beyond raised a brow. This guy thought he owed him something, because he saved him, but Magneto paid his body language no mind.

"Once again, the decision is yours," Magneto said in a cool and calm voice. Beyond folded his arms and feigned to think about it. Beyond was going to say something but was interrupted by the arrival of an impressive looking aircraft. Magneto stepped back, and his body tensed up. He prepared himself for a fight against them. A dark skinned woman with white hair and a man with dark hair, with a scowl on his face, exited the plane, and turned their attention to Magneto. Storm and Wolverine exited the Blackbird, and sure enough the first thing they saw was Magneto. Professor Xavier warned them there was a chance that Magneto might try and recruit the young man. He saw the young man standing there. He looked confused about the situation. Wolverine, not one known for tact, stepped forward and stared down Magneto.

"Step away from the kid, Magneto," Wolverine growled, and with a rip and shinging sound, his claws popped up for emphasis. His teeth gritted before he offered his next statement of declaration. "Now!"

Magneto hovered, his arms folded. Had one been able to get a clear shot of his face, they would have detected amusement. He stared down Wolverine. "You think you can threaten me, the Master of Magnetism?" Magneto asked in a dry tone of voice. He lifted a hand, and Wolverine's legs and arms folded back. He tried to push back through the sheer force of will. "You always never did learn from your foolish blunders, Logan. One would think that one with a skeleton coated with metal would not try and trifle with someone with my powers." Magneto flicked his wrist, and Wolverine grimaced. He tried to fight back. Never one to go down easily, he tried to fight off his enemy. "I could easily rip your foul metal coated bones from your body," Magneto commented calmly. He used his powers to continue to knock Wolverine around like he was nothing. "But what point would that serve? Charles should teach his pets more obedience. I find that an animal that has learned obedience lives much longer."

He forced Wolverine down on the ground. He smashed face first into the rocks below. Wolverine struggled back up, and Magneto exerted more force. Wolverine was like his puppet on a string to be used as he pleased. "Again, I ask you, what did you hope to accomplish by trying to engage me?" Magneto asked him. "What did you hope to foolishly do? Is it worth it to be utterly humiliated?" Wolverine managed to lift his head up, and look Magneto in the eye. He heard thunder in the distance. He decided to enlighten Magneto on what was going on.

"It's called a diversion, bub."

Magneto's head snapped up, and he saw the storm clouds rolling in. Storm floated into the air, and her eyes narrowed. Thunder cackled in the air, and a wind began to kick up. This was even strong enough to be able to blow Magneto slightly off balance. He summoned another part of the fence, but Storm blocked the attack with a huge gust of wind, blowing the metal back. While the two sides were occupied with each other, Beyond merely started jogging away with a smirk. He saw the battle continue to get intense over his shoulder, and he continued to run further into the park. While Beyond made his escape, Storm and Magneto continued to engage in battle. "I will not stand by idly and let another young mutant be led astray by foolish hopes and dreams," Magneto said, and he turned towards Storm. "Charles has sent you here to poison the boy with lies. It is the dream of a fool that mutants and humans can live together in harmony. Did you not see that this government hunted a teenage boy like he was some dangerous fugitive?"

Storm had heard this statement from Magneto before, or at least variations. He always had an uncanny ability to point out the harsh truth of the matter, but that just made the cause of Charles Xavier to be more important. "You cannot look me in the eye, and tell me that I'm wrong," Magneto said, and he stopped attacking Storm.

"It isn't like you to surrender," Storm said.

"It is foolish to continue this fight, we should all be on the same side," Magneto said, and he looked over his shoulder. "Plus, in our conflict, we seemed to have accomplished only one thing. That was driving our newest mutant off. Do what you must to locate him, if you choose to. But I will conduct my own search, and remember, if he chooses to join me, then any attempt to persuade him will be judged as an attack against the mutant race." Magneto moved off, and Wolverine finally was allowed up to his feet, just as Magneto left them.

"Just one shot, I swear, I'll take him down," Wolverine growled.

"You played your role well, Logan," Storm said. "But we have a problem right now."

"Yeah, the kid flew the coop," Wolverine said. He shook his head. "He's still out there, and who knows what he'll encounter."

Storm nodded. She decided to voice something that she had been wondering about.

"I'm wondering if there is something about him that is beyond standard mutant abilities," Storm said to Wolverine.

"Well, let's work on finding the kid first, and then we can worry about what he is, or what he isn't," Wolverine suggested. Storm looked at him. He shook off the injuries and continued to speak in a low grunt. "I'll heal." Storm and Wolverine turned around, and walked off. They both spotted another wave of government troops closing in, which indicated to them they could not stay here. They both entered the Blackbird, and prepared to report back in with Professor Xavier of their status.

"It was only to be expected that Erik would get involved," Xavier said in a calm and patient voice. "He sensed this young man was vulnerable and acted to use him to further his own aims. We should have been prepared for it, but he managed to find this young man first. That is a lesson to be learned, but never mind that. We must locate him before Magneto does."

Wolverine and Storm nodded.

"Do you have any idea who he is?" Wolverine asked.

"That remains a mystery to me, my friend," Xavier said. The truth was that he had been combing every single detail. "Normally I was able to pinpoint information, but whoever this young man is, he simply appears to have no records whatsoever anywhere. His thought patterns are something that are an enigma to me, but I do pick up brief frantic pulses infrequently."

"He has to exist somewhere," Storm argued. Then a thought visited her. "You don't suppose that he is not from around here."

"Yes, that is my belief as well, there is a chance that something went awry, and we may have a visitor from elsewhere," Xavier said.

"That would make him a more delicate situation than we had previously thought," Storm said.

"Correct, Ororo," Xavier answered. He paused momentarily to check anything.T here was silence for a brief moment, before Xavier switched gears. "We will worry about determining this young man's powers, and abilities should he choose to join us," Xavier continued.

"What if he decides to join Magneto?" Storm asked.

"It will be unfortunate," Xavier admitted. He took a deep breath, and continued in his most optimistic tone. "But let us assume that his mind has not been made yet."

"Why don't we find him first, and ask him?" Wolverine suggested, and Storm looked on, before she nodded. That seemed to be the best course of action.

"He couldn't have gotten too far," Storm said. She then paused, and added. "Then again, if these reports are correct, he made it from the southwest to the east coast in record time."

"Keep me posted on your progress, and I will do likewise if I find out any tangible information that you can use," Xavier replied, and both Storm and Wolverine nodded in agreement. "In the cover of night, it may be difficult to locate him, but we must keep trying."

"Don't worry, I've got his scent, shouldn't be too hard," Wolverine said.

Wolverine's super heightened senses made him an expert tracker, and his nose could not be fooled most of the time like tracking technology could. The nose did in fact know, and Wolverine sniffed the air. The smell of the woods intermingled with several other smells. It took Wolverine only a moment to pick up the scent of the boy in any kind of distinct way.

"He's heading north," Wolverine said, and Storm piloted the Blackbird in that direction.

Wolverine tensed up. He sensed something other than their runaway's scent. He sensed something that could complicate things greatly. He shook his head, trying to find a way to ignore it, but yet there was no ignoring that particular foul scent. His teeth gritted and Storm noticed this action.

"What is it, Logan?" she asked.

"Sabretooth," Wolverine growled. Never had one word be spoken with more hatred than what Wolverine had utilized with this name.

Meanwhile, Beyond was sitting on a rock as he sat there and waited for the next player to come and play with him. Not a minute too soon he picked someone up on his radar. The aura of this person was very feral and was making a beeline for him. Beyond did nothing but waited and soon a large and imposing figure appeared in front. He was dressed in a trench coat, with a black tank top, and white pants. He had wild hair and a sadistic expression in his eyes. He gave Beyond a wide and toothy grin, as he took another step toward Beyond who didn't move an inch from his rock. "Awfully late to be out here alone," the wild man snarled. He eyed Beyond, and a sadistic expression continued to flicker in his eyes. "What's the matter, did you get lost?"

"One can not get lost if his destination is nowhere." Beyond quipped back.

"Ah, you better be careful, these woods can be dangerous," the man said. A sadistic and knowing look appeared in his eyes. "All kinds of wild animals are around here. Someone who is soft might lose their head." The man closed in on Beyond, and he looked like he was stalking his prey. However he became confused that his instincts were telling him that the kid in front of him is deceiving and was considering if this prey was actually just another wolf in sheep's clothing. Beyond started chuckling and with a speed that caught Sabretooth off guard, Beyond fired a kick to Sabretooth's nose breaking bone and sent him flying to a tree. Beyond got to his feet ready for battle while Sabretooth's nose crunched and cracked as it healed quickly as he had an expression of rage on his face. "That was the stupidest thing you could have done!" he growled as he continued to circle Beyond, and tried to close in. He looked like a shark smelling blood. The man kept stalking Beyond, trying to close in for the kill. Beyond merely got into a fighting stance and his eyes turned red and were spinning rapidly.

"The time for this game of hide, hit and stealth has come to an end, now it's time for a battle to the death. Face me! In Mortal Kombat!" Beyond shocked Sabretooth but this told him that this got a little complicated, his instincts were screaming at him to not take this supposed prey lightly. "I'd sooner rip you apart, but the boss wants me to bring you back," he growled, but then he stopped and sniffed the air. A grin spread across his face, showing all of his teeth. "Excuse me; it's time I get reacquainted with an old friend." As he said that. A loud growl echoed through the air from the other end of the path, and Beyond remained on his guard.

"Sabretooth!"

Beyond recognized this man as one of the two who had engaged Magneto earlier. Sabretooth's eyes narrowed in hatred, as the smaller man dove at him. Razor sharp claws were bared, but Sabretooth blocked the attack. Sabretooth pushed him back. Wolverine fought Sabretooth with brutality, and sent him crashing to the ground hard. Wolverine spun around, and focused on Beyond. "Get out of here," Wolverine told Beyond who merely sighed as he turned back to normal and sat back on the rock with his grey hoodie and one sleeve red jacket on his lap and watched them fight.

"I tell you Wolverine, we keep doing this, but it'd be a lot easier if you just died," Sabretooth growled.

"Sorry, too stubborn to stay down," Wolverine growled, not sounding sorry at all. He tried to move in for an attack, but Sabretooth blocked it. Beyond could not tear his eyes away from the violence that occurred next to him. Wolverine and Sabretooth ripped into each other with absolute fury. Both fighters have a legendary past that was any warrior's dream to have that one nemesis to kill or defeat, and as they tore each other apart Beyond could tell that while Wolverine was slightly faster, Sabretooth was the more violent of the two. He was motivated by the bloodlust, and tore into Wolverine. Wolverine pushed back, and kicked Sabretooth in the leg hard to gain the advantage. The two continued to maneuver around each other. The two continued to exchange violent punches, and Sabretooth got Wolverine backed up into a tree. He throttled Wolverine, but Wolverine pushed back from the efforts. The two continued to rumble.

"Stay down and take your medicine, runt," Sabretooth growled.

"Why don't you make me?" Wolverine challenged him.

Sabretooth violently flung Wolverine over the top of his head. Wolverine crashed down to the ground hard, and Sabretooth pummeled him in the side with a series of violent punches. Beyond took a deep breath and studied the battle. Seeing that Wolverine was coming up on the short end of the stick and he didn't get any action, he rocketed toward them and launched an even stronger kick into the shoulder of Sabretooth. A loud crunch and a scream of pain echoed in the woods as the large furry mutant slammed high into the trees in the distance, and was knocked out from the impact as his left arm was twisted and tenderized. When he woke up, he would be rather sore to say the least. Wolverine turned around, and stared at Beyond. Said boy just stood there, with an aloof expression on his face.

"I thought I told you to get out of here," Wolverine said. He then added. "And thanks for the help."

"And miss the legendary battle between a wolverine and saber-toothed tiger in human form? I don't think so. Also, you're welcome." Beyond said as his eyes turned back to normal. "Plus, it seemed that your injuries were more severe than his so I merely gave you an opening."

"Injury comes with the territory, kid," Wolverine said, and he sniffed the air. "Sabretooth's going to be licking his wounds for a while. I can tell you that much. We better go meet up with Storm, tell her that I found you."

"And why are you looking for me?" Beyond asked.

"Everything will be explained," Wolverine said. "Just come with us…."

Beyond held up his hand, and Wolverine stopped. "I've listened to hollowed words before and was about to be attacked, kidnapped, or killed and you are saying the same thing as the other one, what makes any of you different from the sapiens you fight when you battle your own kind?" Wolverine stopped. He was about to protest, but found out that this kid was making a logical argument. Hell, he would be distrustful of the circumstances if he had been in this kid's shoes. "Just give us time, hear us out," Wolverine said gruffly. Beyond decided he could allow them that much, but he prepared to defend himself in case things got ugly. Although they portray themselves as good guys they were still considered potential enemies. As they walked back to the blackbird, Storm was waiting for them.

You have him, Logan?" Storm asked and Wolverine nodded. She then turned to Beyond with a smile. "Hello, I'm Ororo Munroe, and you are…"

"Beyond." Beyond replied. He remained calm, and decided not to offer much more information than that, for now. "Just Beyond." Storm nodded. She understood that Beyond, providing that was his real name, was not going to trust them to give out much information, at least for right now. There would come a time where he could hopefully trust them. "The fog cover should allow us a safe getaway from any government officials," Storm said to Wolverine, as Beyond sat down in the blackbird seat. "Providing of course Beyond consents to join us."

"Join you where?" Beyond asked.

"I apologize. We're from the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning," Storm explained. "It is an institution that helps young mutants such as yourself understand your powers, and use them in a way that cannot hurt themselves or others." Beyond closed his eyes and folded his arms as he pondered. "Your words hold genuine sway but more evidence is needed for a final verdict. I must see what this is all about."

"That's all we ask for you," Storm said. She focused on getting them out of here, and safely back home. Beyond buckled up in one of the seats, and they took flight. From a distance, Magneto watched as the new mutant consented to join the X-Men. He stood, his expression never wavering beneath his helmet. "A pity," he commented in a soft voice. "But not unexpected." He knew one thing for sure. This was not over. He allowed the X-Men to have their one moment of triumph, for now. Meanwhile on the jet heading to the institute, Beyond had his eyes closed but was using essokinesis to spy on the happenings what his actions were causing and only one thought was running through Beyond's head.

'What a Marvel!'

A few hours after the flight back to the institute, Beyond was sitting in a study area. As he gazed at the architecture of the area, a knock brought him out of his thoughts as he put his gun up.

"Enter." Beyond said.

The door opened, and three individuals walked in. Kung Lao recognized two of them right away as Storm and Wolverine or rather Ororo and Logan as he found out, who had brought him here. The third figure was a bald man in a wheelchair. "Hello, Beyond, I trust you've had time to regain your bearings," the bald man said. He rolled forward, and extended his hand. "I am Professor Charles Xavier, the Headmaster of the Xavier Institute for the Gifted." Beyond shook his hand.

"Greetings." was all he said.

"Once again, welcome to the Xavier Institute," Xavier said with a gentle smile. "Well, if you choose to stay here anyway."

"Is there a choice?" Beyond asked with a raised brow.

Xavier just smiled. "There is always a choice. Not every mutant I have discovered has entered this school. Some decide to take different roads in life, while others opt to try and live a normal life, not embracing their gifts. It is unfortunate, but we do not force anyone's hand here."

"I see. So you believe I'm a mutant as well?" Beyond asked.

"A common question I have had, as there are many definitions to it," Xavier told him. "It is referred to those humans with special gifts, who have an additional gene. Through my studies, it has been called the "X-Gene." That is the additional part of the genetic makeup of a human that will denote them as a mutant. Some mutations are easier to hide than others, but most of us are able to live normal lives. For the most part, we are unknown to the public eye," Xavier continued when Beyond had no further questions. "However, there may come a day where we will be known to a wide group of people. The more of us there are, the more difficult it is to hide, and thus there will come a day soon where we will have to go public."

"I see, so basically, you take in people that are shunned by society and train them into child soldiers?" Beyond stated. That got through to Xavier who winced and Logan stirred angrily at the statement.

"Hey kid, treat Chuck with respect, he's here to help you."

"My respect is not given, it is earned and if I didn't give respect to the things that abandoned me, what makes you think that you're any different than anybody else? Besides, I have no issue with what you're doing. In fact, I approve of it." That made all three of the guests look at him in surprise of his abridged past. Logan merely looked at him, nodded grimly, and then looked away. The three stayed silent as Beyond played with their sympathy. Beyond was not about to be blissfully ignorant about their actions, he wanted to test them to see if their morality and sincerity was on the up and up because they were still potential enemies that could turn on him and he need to manipulate their emotions to his advantage. Just because the comics portray them to be good doesn't mean that they are. They are as real and as human as anyone else, there will be chips in the image that they hold to others and he will make sure that the image they made will be shattered if that situation ever comes his way.

Xavier looked at him with an apologetic smile. "For what it is worth, I apologize for causing you more problems than what you're dealing with. More mutants are appearing all the time. Many people, both normal humans and mutants, think we are the next step in the evolution of our race. I really have no idea about that concept, but I want relations between mutants and humans to be peaceful, to protect both sides from the more antagonistic groups of the other. To that end, I lead a small group of young mutants who I have brought together to train in their powers to help defend themselves, other mutants, and normal humans, if necessary, from those who would prey on them. I would like you to join us in our endeavor to ensure that peace between mutant kind and humanity comes about."

"Hmm." Beyond pondered as he folded his arms. After 10 seconds of pondering, he gave his reply. "Very well, Truthfully I really don't need anyone's help with my abilities, all I need is education, location, and resources. After that, I'll no longer be a burden and I'll return the debt back to you."

"All of the X-men go to the local high school, Bayville High, and we could easily enroll you there to continue your education and-" Xavier stated before he was interrupted by Beyond."

"I don't think so. You've already given me a room and education, but that's as far as I trust a potential enemy, Your words may be genuine but the actions can be deceptive and I will not be swayed, so I will observe and judge for myself as I work with you, not for you." Charles sighed. His idea to foster friendships between Beyond and his children through a shared curriculum might be harder than he thought, obviously. Ah well, at least he wasn't rejecting Xavier's dream outright. This young man may be opinionated, distrusting, defensive, and immensely prideful, but there was no hint of malice in him. "Very well, you can stay with us in the mansion so long as you can do some work around the place to pay for food and resources."

"Acceptable, I look forward to working with you professor." Beyond stated. Just then, the study hall door opened again and two more people walked in. A fit, athletic looking male teen with ruby tinted glasses over his eyes and a female with a fit body with D-cup breasts and magnificent legs hinting at what she would look like in a few years, with hair so red it matched Beyond's other eyes and eyes almost as green as the sea of souls. Xavier turned towards the red haired girl, and the dark haired boy. "Ah, these will be your fellow classmates. This is Jean Grey, and Scott Summers, they are students at the Institute as well." Xavier informed Beyond.

"Welcome to the Xavier Institute," Jean said with a bright smile. "Well, if you choose to stay here anyway."

"Beyond Birthday." He stated with a blank expression before turning back to Xavier. He took a deep breath, and turned around. He addressed the entire group. "Sorry, if I seem a bit rude, but I'll head to bed. It was an... experience meeting all of you." Beyond then exited the study without another word. The five X-Men watched him leave. None of them knew what to say at the moment or how to take in that his name was abnormal as was his posture as he walked away with a slouch.

"Well." Scott said as he leaned against the wall. He took a deep breath, and shook his head. "He seemed to be a bit….I don't know…"

"Abnormal and reserved would be the words you may be looking for," Xavier said. "Beyond does seem to hold many secrets, his trust seems to be one that is earned over time and he seems to follow the proverb of "the enemy of the enemy are my enemies" to a tee." The temptation to poke around in the mind of anyone had always been present for a telepath like Charles Xavier. He only did this under extreme circumstances. Beyond seemed to be only dangerous if he had been provoked in some way. If he stuck around here, perhaps Beyond would open up. That was a mystery to solve in the future, especially when everyone had a good night's sleep. It had been a long day, for many reasons.

(End of Chapter)