Wolfgang Mondego looked up at the large gate in front
of him. "I can scale it," he thought, "...maybe." He looked at his watch,
nearly 3am. Everyone inside should be asleep. He only hoped he didn't set
off any alarms. As he started his ascent, he noticed a sign on the gate
reading "Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters". 'School' he
thought wistfully. He had always enjoyed school and had looked forward to
going to college. But that had been before. Before he found out he was
a...a mutant.
Mutant. He hated that word. It made it sound like there was something wrong with him, something he should be ashamed of. He had been forced to drop out of high school when he was only a sophomore. After they found out he was a mutant it had become unbearable. He didn't have many friends, he was always kind of a loner, but the ones he did have all turned on him.
His mutation was that he could turn himself, his clothes, and even another person invisible. The problem was, he didn't always have control over it. Especially when he was nervous, and being as shy as he was, that was quite often. His mother had stuck by him and tried to home- school him as best she could, until..
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the memory. As much as he tried to forget, he knew it had been his fault his mother had died. He should have left as soon as he found out he was a mutant, but he couldn't bring himself to leave her all alone. His father was little more than a summer fling for her and most likely didn't even know she had been pregnant. She had tried to contact him when she found out, but he had seemed to disappear off the face of the planet. She had always suspected him of being a mutant, and when David turned out to be one, she was certain.
Turning his attention back to the gate, he threw his backpack over and started climbing. He made it up and over and was halfway down before he fell. Picking himself off the ground, he felt a stab of guilt. He hated stealing, but he felt he had no other choice. Every time he tried to get a job, he would get nervous and go invisible. No one would hire a mutant. He did have one tempting offer from a New York City street gang to use his invisibility to help them steal. Even thought would have meant a roof over his head, money in his pocket, and acceptance; it just wasn't worth it. His mother had taught him better than that. Pick-pocketing now and then to buy some food was one thing. Even a little breaking and entering like he was doing now could be justified; big schools like this hardly ever missed a little food and maybe a few dollars. It was even easier to justify it when he thought of all the students there leading easy, privileged, normal lives, going to school and doing all the things Wolfgang wished he could still do. Meanwhile, here he was forced to steal just to survive merely because he was born a little different. Every time he thought he found a place to stay, a job, a friend, they all turned him away when they found out. There seemed to be no place for a mutant in this world.
He circled around the building trying to find a way in. About halfway around he found a half-open window. Going invisible, he climbed in.
Once inside, he found himself in a long hallway. Creeping along silently, he tried to sniff his way to the kitchen. His sense of smell had always seemed stronger than other people's. His other senses too, come to think of it. When he found the kitchen he went to the cabinets and started filling his backpack with anything he could find, making sure not to take so much that it would be missed. When he was done with the cabinet, he went over to refrigerator and did the same.
When he was finished in the kitchen, Wolfgang went back into the hallway to see what else he could find. A few doors down he found a lounge with couches, a TV, and even a foosball table. He eyed one of the couches longingly, it looked very comfortable. Maybe..he looked at his watch, about 3:30. He could rest for a few minutes and be up and out before anyone was awake. He set the alarm on his watch for a half an hour. He didn't want to take any chances of falling asleep and not waking up in time to get out. He lie down on the couch and promptly fell asleep.
About four hours later, he was awoken by someone tapping him on the shoulder. Opening his eyes, he found himself face to face with a furry, blue demon.
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A/N- Take a guess, who do you think Wolfgang's father is?
Mutant. He hated that word. It made it sound like there was something wrong with him, something he should be ashamed of. He had been forced to drop out of high school when he was only a sophomore. After they found out he was a mutant it had become unbearable. He didn't have many friends, he was always kind of a loner, but the ones he did have all turned on him.
His mutation was that he could turn himself, his clothes, and even another person invisible. The problem was, he didn't always have control over it. Especially when he was nervous, and being as shy as he was, that was quite often. His mother had stuck by him and tried to home- school him as best she could, until..
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the memory. As much as he tried to forget, he knew it had been his fault his mother had died. He should have left as soon as he found out he was a mutant, but he couldn't bring himself to leave her all alone. His father was little more than a summer fling for her and most likely didn't even know she had been pregnant. She had tried to contact him when she found out, but he had seemed to disappear off the face of the planet. She had always suspected him of being a mutant, and when David turned out to be one, she was certain.
Turning his attention back to the gate, he threw his backpack over and started climbing. He made it up and over and was halfway down before he fell. Picking himself off the ground, he felt a stab of guilt. He hated stealing, but he felt he had no other choice. Every time he tried to get a job, he would get nervous and go invisible. No one would hire a mutant. He did have one tempting offer from a New York City street gang to use his invisibility to help them steal. Even thought would have meant a roof over his head, money in his pocket, and acceptance; it just wasn't worth it. His mother had taught him better than that. Pick-pocketing now and then to buy some food was one thing. Even a little breaking and entering like he was doing now could be justified; big schools like this hardly ever missed a little food and maybe a few dollars. It was even easier to justify it when he thought of all the students there leading easy, privileged, normal lives, going to school and doing all the things Wolfgang wished he could still do. Meanwhile, here he was forced to steal just to survive merely because he was born a little different. Every time he thought he found a place to stay, a job, a friend, they all turned him away when they found out. There seemed to be no place for a mutant in this world.
He circled around the building trying to find a way in. About halfway around he found a half-open window. Going invisible, he climbed in.
Once inside, he found himself in a long hallway. Creeping along silently, he tried to sniff his way to the kitchen. His sense of smell had always seemed stronger than other people's. His other senses too, come to think of it. When he found the kitchen he went to the cabinets and started filling his backpack with anything he could find, making sure not to take so much that it would be missed. When he was done with the cabinet, he went over to refrigerator and did the same.
When he was finished in the kitchen, Wolfgang went back into the hallway to see what else he could find. A few doors down he found a lounge with couches, a TV, and even a foosball table. He eyed one of the couches longingly, it looked very comfortable. Maybe..he looked at his watch, about 3:30. He could rest for a few minutes and be up and out before anyone was awake. He set the alarm on his watch for a half an hour. He didn't want to take any chances of falling asleep and not waking up in time to get out. He lie down on the couch and promptly fell asleep.
About four hours later, he was awoken by someone tapping him on the shoulder. Opening his eyes, he found himself face to face with a furry, blue demon.
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A/N- Take a guess, who do you think Wolfgang's father is?