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Scott promised her that he'd come back to get her someday. That was five years ago, he was ten at the time.
Flashback:" Scottie don't leave me here", a young girl that was about eight years old with long brown hair whimpered," don't leave me." The girl was crying silently, tears flowed freely down her sickly pale face. Her big brown eyes begged him with all their might.
"Cassy, I have to go", he stroked the girl's soft hair. "I can't stay here any longer, I have to leave."
"Then take me with you." The girl, Cassy told him.
"I can't, its not safe, I'm not safe, the streets are not a place for a sweet little girl like you." Scott told her.
"But, you will be gone, you will be gone, forever." The girl cried.
"I will come back for you, I promise you that Cas, I will. I will always be with you."
A distressed Scott Summers of only 10 years, then left the confines of the old orphanage that he resided in, and began to live a hard life out on the streets.
His flashback ended abruptly, leaving him feel emptier and sicker inside, that was before I knew what my mutation was, I was blind, literally. I did some things I don't want to remember doing, just so I could survive. The professor found me, and eventually I am who I am now, Cyclops, leader of the elite team The X-men.
The fifteen year old boy snapped out of his after thoughts by a searing pain in his shoulder, telling him that his opponent had just struck home. Damn, I should have been paying attention, not lost in my thoughts. He stumbled and nearly fell; they were in the heat of yet another battle with another band of mutants called the acolytes.
A piece of metal had just ripped cleanly through the skin of his shoulder blade, right down to the bone. He grimaced at the sight of blood, and gritted his teeth to fight off the oncoming surge of pain, he knew he was going to feel all too soon.
He fought off the tide pain with all the strength he could muster and rejoined the fray once again.
The intensity of the fight was overwhelming. The smell of sweat, blood, and tears filled the air after over an hour of intense battle. Finally victory went to the X-men. The acolytes retreated, in their metal spheres from which they had come.
A cry of victory came from a few of the members of the X-team, as they watched their rivals flee from the battle ground.
Scott's mind was in another place, one that was dark, dingy and smelled of mold, the orphanage he had left poor, sweet Cassy in. It only lasted for a second, but a certain red-headed telepath picked up only half of the stray thought. She quickly glanced at the teen, but he was back on task, checking to see that everyone was there, and seeing what injuries were bad, and which ones could wait to be treated, while trying to hide both his physical and mental pain.
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