The double doors leading into Professor Xavier's office slammed on their hinges, spraying shards of mahogany across the expensive carpet.

"Didn't you ever learn to knock?" asked the bald, disabled man who sat in a chrome wheelchair behind a Chippendale desk. His face told the world that he was angry, but his eyes told a different story.

"Guess you never taught me manners." Dante decided to play along. The audience? A young mutant only three years older than Dante himself. His name was Scott, an orphan who has a mixed up past of fostering and adoption. Throw in a long lost brother or two, and you have a classic soap opera. Silently, he pulled out a pair of semi-automatic, 9mm pistols. He turned around a pointed his left pistol at the head and the right pistol at the heart of the seated Cyclops.

"You like them?" he asked the petrified teen, indicating the guns in his hands, "they were a present from my sister. You know? Felicity?" Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Xavier about to interrupt the proceedings. Dante could sense his anxiety and his objection. So, Dante moved his hands away from the boys pulsating heart and head. He put the guns he loved so dearly, back into their holsters.

"But of course, she wouldn't want me to be getting all upset over the ex-love of her life now, would she?" Pause, before a look into scared puppy dog eyes, with those chocolate brown eyes of his, "So run along. Now." With that, Scott stood up, straight backed and proud and said,

"I don't run. I walk." His eyes flicked up and down Dante's sixteen-year-old body. His fog grey stare stopped for a moment at Dante's balls. They flickered back towards Dante's head. Smiling, he walked towards the chaos in the hallway, closing the doors behind him.

"So what are you doing in America Dante?" asked Xavier, looking up from the bundle of important looking letters on his desk.

"There is trouble brewing," said Dante, sitting down in the vacant chair opposite his Uncle.

"Apocalypse," replied Xavier. He did that quite a lot, replying to the question in someone's head, not the question they had asked. It made life rather difficult, but never mind. Life goes on. Or in some cases, not.

"So I am not the only one noticing the signs then. You know, the meteor shower, the Northern Lights above the Pacific Ocean, not to mention the disappearance of the relics that hold the key to…"

"What signs, I just read that Apocalypse was coming," smiled the Professor. Dante laughed. Well, it was more of a snort really, not much like a laugh at all. Dante smiled in himself as he realised that Uncle X, was probing his mind. Dante could sense it happening. He wasn't stupid after all.

"Anyway, that's what I came here to tell you. The world is going to end," said Dante in a depressed tone, as he started standing up, "Oh, and that the person doing the 'unlocking' of Apocalypse's tomb? Your friend, Magnus?"

"Magneto."

"Right. Well, he's being controlled by Apocalypse who is using Magneto as a way for reviving old bonds. Gathering the armies of hell, as it were." Pausing to see if there was any reaction on his Uncle's face, Dante did a quick mind probe with his own psychic powers. Not only was he telekinetic, but telepathic as well. Psychotic, his mother used to call him, before she was killed in a road accident. Families are rather hard to forget. "So I'll leave the battle plans to you, shall I? I know you'd rather I sat in a corner, out of your way."

"Glad to see your mental powers are progressing, Elemental." His mind was back on the letters on his desk.

"Fine then," there was still no reaction on his Uncle's face. No sign at all that he cared for the wellbeing of his nephew. No, "How are you?" or "How's England?" Disappointed, he made to leave, but as he opened the door to the outside world of noise and questions, Xavier asked,

"Do you want to train the students in their mutant abilities? I will be tied up with sorting out the armies and so forth." Dante couldn't see it, but he knew Xavier was smiling.

"Ok. I will. I'll put my stuff in the guest room. I know where it is, after all. Aurora told me before she went to sort out Logan."

"Lier," muttered Xavier as Dante stepped off the office carpet and onto the hallway rug, giving Storm a hearty wink in the process. He then snatched the bag that Bobby was holding, a black rucksack with all of his needed possessions, and walked up the carpeted stairs, leaving a crowd of confused and bewildered people behind.

--------------------------fin-----------------------------------------------------

Ok, chapter 2. Thanks for your reviews. Anyone reading this without submitting a review will get bad karma (i have some connections with the person who deals with this stuff). Thank you for reading.