Chapter 2 A New Student

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~10 am that morning:

"A non-mutant?" asked Kurt. He had taken over for Scott since Scott had graduated. "Are you sure, Professor."

"Kurt, one of the hardest parts of prejudice is when it splits families up. There have been mutants who have been abandoned by their parents for being 'freaks.' The wild-type parents are so afraid that they abandon their own flesh and blood."

"Ja. I know how zey feel. For ze longest time, I had thought zat had happened to me, before I found out Mystique's true motives."

"What about non-mutants born of mutant parents? The X-gene is dominant, and so mutants who are heterozygous (A/N have one copy of the X-gene and one normal gene) should have approximately 1 child in 4 born non-mutant. They sometimes consider their children to be freaks, or... cripples." Xavier didn't like that word, for obvious reasons, but it summed up the attitude.

"Vow. Being hated for being normal. Veird."

"Well, his parents - his mother, that is, his father never had much to do with him - put him in an orphanage when he was nine. They made it very clear that they wanted nothing to do with him after genetic analyses had revealed that he did not have an X-gene."

"Do ve know who the parents are?"

"Well, Kurt, I'd rather keep it confidential, but you all are going to find out anyway, considering the fact that the kid kept his father's last name. Creed. Graydon Creed."

"His father is Sabertooth?"

"Yes, and his mother is... well, you are his half-brother on the mother's side."

"His mother is Mystique?"

"Yes. Kurt, we want him to feel welcome. If he doesn't, well, I sense a lot of hate in that boy. He could become a great - danger someday."

"How old is he now?"

"Fifteen. Two years and a month younger than you."

"Wait a second - mein mutter had... had... with Sabertooth? Ewww..."

"Well, Kurt, he's probably a lot nicer when he's in a good mood. And I have discovered that some of the girls actually think that he is... hot. I can't help but overhear when they shout it out mentally."

"Gross."

"Wanda," said the Professor suddenly. "Come in."

"Hello, Professor, hello, Kurt. There's a problem."

"Vhat? How is Talia?"

"Very well, I left her with her Uncle Pietro. I'm worried, though. Talia's little more than a month old and she's already a toddler. Sinister did something to her, I just know it. But," she shook her head and held out her hands, "that's not why I'm here. You've got to help us, Professor. Mystique is... gone. I think she's been kidnapped. She disappeared more than forty-eight hours ago."

"And how is zat strange?" asked Kurt.

"She- she has been very insistent on making certain she's with her granddaughter." Wanda then looked over to Professor X. "She has been here all month. She tells us when she leaves - she's really trying to be different. I also have a feeling. I don't know if it's part of my powers, or women's intuition, but - but I am sure something has happened to her."

She then turned to look at Kurt. "By the way, come by today. Your daughter wants to see her daddy."

"Ja, ja, of course."

"Kurt, make certain you do. She's growing up very, very fast. And I want you to be there. Parents should always be there for their children. Darn it! I don't know why, but I keep feeling angry - Kurt, I - I feel a murderous rage if you don't see her every day. I don't know why!"

"Wanda," said the Professor. "As I have told you before, I know what the problem is, but until Forge completes his... his device that suppresses a mutant's powers, I don't feel comfortable explaining it. I can't risk explaining everything to you until I know that you can't lose control, because believe me, you will when you discover the secret."

Just then a skinny, but wiry and scrappy-looking, young boy walked in.

"Hello, Kurt, Professor. I'm the new student."