WOAH! It's been an insanely long time since I have updated! I'M SO SORRY! Fear not! I am not dropping this story and I will TRY to update more frequently! The key word there is "try", as in I will try not to spend all my computer time sending instant messages and reading other people's fics and doing pointless things to my site. SHOUT OUT TIME!

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Goldylokz: When I first thought about the idea and wrote the summary for the fic, I was going to just write it in third person or something and figured that if I did call it an autobiography I would confuse myself. Now that the book is in first person, I can call it whatever the hell I want!

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"Ok, so like, I'll start," said Kitty as she opened the book, "Chapter 1"

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(Just to let you know, we're reading from the story now. So no more stupid quote things because ZANNE is lazy.)

My name is Charles Xavier. I am a mutant with the ability to read minds. I founded the Charles Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters to provide a sanctuary for young mutants. A sanctuary that I never had.

I was born on April 23, 1944 in a ramshackle farmhouse in Greenwich, England. My mother's name was Anna and my father's name was Hugh. When I was three months old my father was drafted into the army and was shipped off to Poland. He died in September on a cold battlefield.

My mother was deeply depressed by his death and sent me to live with my aunt until she could find enough money to support us. After the war ended she took me back to live with here again.

My mother had always been a beautiful woman. She could have had any man she wanted. She chose my father because of love, but she chose HIM because of his money.

When she came to my aunt's to get me, she was engaged to a wealthy entrepreneur named William Marco. We moved into one of his many lavish mansions when they were married. Marco had no children of his own so he treated me like a prince. That is, until Cain.

My mother became pregnant and had a son named Cain. I was five when they brought him home from the hospital. Cain was an incredibly large baby, weighing almost 13 pounds when he was born. I was shunned aside by Marco, but my mother still loved me. She loved me more than Cain.

But when winter came, my mother died of severe pneumonia. She had been so weak after giving birth to Cain that she died only three days after being put in the hospital. Marco was beside himself with grief but only one month after her death, he married a young beautiful girl named Agnes. Agnes was only 17 and knew next to nothing about children so Cain was taken care of mostly by the French nanny, while I was left alone to fend for myself.

I never got over the death of my mother, and I could never forgive Marco for forgetting her so quickly. I locked myself in my closet for hours to think. All I could do was think, but sometimes I would think thoughts that weren't even mine. It scared me to look at someone and hear their voice in my head, even though it was too soft to understand. But eventually they got clearer, and started to drive me insane.

One day when I was about six years old, Agnes and Marco left for a holiday to Bermuda, leaving Cain and I in the care of the French nanny, Lu Lu. Lu Lu was a sweat thing, she always said nice things to me in and never yelled like Agnes.

Cain had learned how to walk and was always determined to make my life a living hell.

"Charley! CHARLEY!" He would scream from the end of the hall. When I tried to run away, he would pull the carpet out from under me and laugh as I fell hard on the exposed wood floor. I hated him so much. Not only was he the bane of my existence, but he took my mother away from me. He had to pay.

At dinner, Lu Lu made spaghetti and meatballs. As she was cleaning up the kitchen while we ate and Cain threw his plate at me. I didn't have time to duck, so I was plastered with spaghetti sauce and almost knocked unconscious by the lenox plate. I fell to the floor and was cut by the shattering china. And he just laughed. I hated it when he laughed. He ALWAYS laughed. I couldn't stop myself. I jumped up, knocked over Cain's highchair and started to strangle him.

Hearing the noise and Cain's gagging, Lu Lu flew into the room and tried to pry me off of him. She was screaming and yelling at me to stop. But I couldn't stop, I had to kill Cain and make him pay for what he did. And she was keeping me from it. She needed to go away.

I turned to Lu Lu and looked at her with as much hate as I could. I thought of her heart stopping. I pictured her lungs exploding and her blood turning cold. I imagined her on the floor screaming and squirming, begging for death to come to her wounded and ruined body.

Before she could say or do anything more, she froze. She let go of me and began to gasp. Her breathing was harsh and raged. One of her hands was clutching her chest while the other was reaching for something that wasn't there. I couldn't move. All I would do was watch her die. And it felt good to see her struggle, this was what I wanted. What I needed.

She fell to the ground squirming and twitching. Her nose was bleeding and her eyes were wide with pain and fear. Then, her body started to shake uncontrollably until finally it stopped moving all together. Lu Lu just lay there on the dining room floor, dead.

When I saw her body and couldn't hear any more of her screams in my head I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had just killed a person. Just by imagining it happening I made it become real. I looked at Cain who was still lying on the floor breathing hard. He looked at me and whispered, "Charley.."

Something inside of me began to stir. It screamed in my head, "Run, run, run run run RUN!" So I ran. I ran far away from the mansion into the woods. I ran until my legs collapsed from underneath of me. I hugged myself into a ball and cried. I wished that I was dead. But no matter how hard I tried to make it happen, I just couldn't do it. So I just lay in the shallow freezing water of a creek to wash away a mixture of spaghetti sauce and remorse.

Even though I was a little boy alone in a dark wild forest I was at ease. It was quiet. There was no one around to think. No one's voices invaded my head. No one thought about doing nasty things around me. I wanted to stay in the forest forever, to be with animals whose simple minds could make no sound. But I was found too soon.

A hunter was walking through the woods when he saw me lying in the creek. I was asleep and looked close to dead so he picked me up and brought me to his small cabin. He wrapped me in a quilt and put me in front of the lit fireplace to warm up. When I finally woke I heard him talking on the phone.

"..Yeah, I think 'e's a run away. 'e dunna look like 'E was left here my some un. 'E was just a lyin in the creek, cold as ice. Can you take a look at 'im?..... OK, thanks officer."

The man was making some tea and was busing pouring the water so he didn't notice I was awake. He was humming a strange tune and dropping the tea bags into the mugs when I sneezed. He turned to me in surprise and walked over.

"So, how are ya feelin'?" he asked. He had a funny accent. I liked this man. But I was told never to talk to strangers. So I didn't respond.

"OK, so you be wantin' some tea? Or maybe some stew? Caviar? By the looks o' those clothes ya got on ya look like yer used ta better things than this ol' shack o' mine."

I looked around at my surrounding. It WAS a shack. But there was something about it that felt but there was something about it that made me feel safer then I did in my mansion home. I didn't want to leave, to go back home. I wanted to stay and lie on this strang man's floor forever.

But the police came and took me away. The asked me my name and where I lived. My mother had always told me that I can trust the police and that if I was ever in trouble to go find them. I told them where I lived and when we got there, we found the mansion covered with yellow tape.

The butler had come downstairs to get a glass of water and found Lu Lu's body and immediately called the police. They questioned me about what had happened before I had run away. I couldn't tell them what really happened. I couldn't tell then how I killed Lu Lu without lifting a finger. Or how I watched her die and enjoyed it.

In the end, I made up the story of Lu Lu just collapsing on the floor, knocking Cain's high chair over. I told them that I was too scared so I ran away. They believed it. The only witness was Cain and he was too young to tell them what had happened. He didn't understand it anyway.

When Agnes and Marco came home they were disappointed to have lost their best servant. They needed her for when Agnes had her baby. But she could be replaced. Just like everything else. Just like the broken lenox plate. Just like my mother..

Since I was almost six, Marco sent me away to a boarding school for boys. He was scared of me. I could feel it. He knew that there was something wrong with me. So he got rid of me. But I was happy to leave. To leave behind Cain and the memory of what happened that night. But memories follow you wherever you go. And I have never forgotten it.

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"Woah." said Scott, staring at Kitty, "I never knew about any of that."

"Well why would he tell you?" snapped Jean. She was a little shaken up that the man who she lived with was a murderer.

"Well I AM the leader of his X-Men, he could have at least..."

"UUGH!" screamed Jean, "Everything's ALWAYS about Scott Summers! Scott, Scott, SCOTT! What about Jean?"

Kitty, Rogue, and Kurt just shook their heads as they argued back and forth again.

"I like, never knew that the Prof. was so dark!" said Kitty as she looked at the book.

"So he killed someone when he was six years old?" asked Kurt, "That sucks."

"Maybe we shouldn't be reading this.." thought Kitty.

"But we already started, we can't stop now!" Rogue yelled.

They fell silent and listened to Scott and Jean arguing again.

"I can't believe that you are so selfish!" Jean was saying.

"ME? HA! It's you who had the New Recruits battle to the death because you were bored!"

"That is SO not true!"

"STOP IT!" yelled Kurt as he stood up. Everybody stared at him so he sat down again.

"How about someone else reads it next time?" Kitty said as she handed Rogue the book.

"Fine. If you can't handle it." Rogue flipped the page, "Chapter 2..."

"HEY GUYS!" exclaimed Evan as he walked into the study, "Whatcha doin'?"

Everybody groaned.

"It's good to see you too! What are you reading?"

"NOTHING!" yelled Rogue as she closed the book and sat on it.

"Oh come on!" Evan said, "You think I'm really that stupid?"

"Yeah, you got us Evan, you're just WAY too smart for us!" said Kurt, "Come site down and have a listen."

"SURE! What are we reading?"

"Little Woman."

"NO WAY!" yelled Evan shaking his hands in the air, "You guys enjoy it, I uh, have to help Auntie O shovel the driveway!"

So he quickly ran out of the study and down the hall. Kitty stood up and locked the door.

"Good thinking Kurt," said Scott.

"HELLO!" Rogue said as she got off the book, "It's Rogue's turn to read the funny book! Shut up."

They all looked at her and a cricket chirped in the back round.

"Right.." said Rogue, "So. Chapter 2.."

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HA HA HA! Suspense is a cold cruel bitch isn't she? I don't really like this chapter that much. It was hard for me to write and all my ideas were so random I feel that it reads a little choppy. Well, I hope that you liked it. Tell me if it's bad or if you want more! And to Golden-Tuna, I hope you know where I'm going with the spaghetti thing. Wink wink. OH NO! I shouldn't have winked! Sexual harassment! GAH!

Just ignore that babble above you. I have Multiple Personality Disorder. My head is a little crowded. ANYWAY, did you like it? Did you hate it? Should this story burn in the fiery depths of hell? REVIEW! But if I get another flame like the one in my guestbook, I'm gonna unleash a can of whoop ass so big that people in China will feel it! There go my Multiple Personalities again. But seriously, be nice. Not just to me but to other people too. I've read a lot of stories that were really terrible but I never reviewed them and told them that because that would be really mean. Don't be mean! Oh yeah, I made the book that they were reading "Little Women" because I hate that book SO much. And I made Evan hate it too. I promise to update as soon as I can!

So until next time, remember this; we all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine.

~ZANNE