So wow. I totally forgot I even wrote this. Huh. Must have been a year ago or more … ah well, its here now.

Disclaimer – I own a crappy-ass bed I bought from some mexican exchange student, my computer, and my character. I do not own the X-men. I also own your soul…, but lets keep that hush hush.

So that's where I am today … well, not in front of my house right now, but inside it. I've just graduated from high school and my parents are bitching at me to go to college, which I don't really have a problem with, I do want to go to college, its just, well, seems like I could be doing a whole lot more with my life than wasting four years to get a piece of paper, see?

Okay so maybe you don't see, I'll explain. After my run-in with the F.O.H. I've been kinda keeping tabs on the situation, y'know, making sure I know where mutants stand on the political scale, and its beginning to get a trifle disturbing. The mayor of New York has been rattling on about going to Washington to try to pass his "mutant registration act" which basically would mean that all mutants would be identified and that information would become public knowledge. And that's not necessarily a horrible thing, its just mutants haven't been getting along very well with the general public for the past few months, in fact assaults on mutants have tripled and homicides where the victim was a mutant are neck and neck with those due to gang-related incidents. There are also so-called mutant freedom fighters, bands of rogue mutants who try to stop these crimes … or … how shall I put this … make 'pre-emptive' strikes against would-be assailants. I've even heard rumors that there are mutants living in the sewers, calling themselves 'Morlocks'(y'know like in that book by H.G. Wells?) claiming that they will remain there till humanity accepts their ways.

What's this got to do with me, you might be asking, I look normal and have pretty good control over my powers, so anyone finding out I'm a mutant is very low on the probability scale, barring a blood test. Except, I feel a certain kinship with those mutants who are visible and are in danger from prejudiced jerks and I'm thinkin maybe its time I looked up these so-called 'X-men'.

Oh, that's right I forgot to mention, during my 'tab-keeping' I ran across a few articles involving the xmen. Mostly they seem to fight for equality and peace between mutants and humans and appear to be led by the one who shoots laser beams out of his eyes. But the more I read these articles, the more I think that maybe they're a lot more organized than the press seems to think. I've also come across reference to a special school, a school called the Xavier Institute. This is apparently a school for 'gifted' youngsters, but I wonder what they mean by 'gifted' exactly.

I'll admit I might be pulling at straws here, my proof would never hold up in court, but I am pretty smart, and my intuition rarely fails me. Suffice it to say I think that the x-men have something to do with this Xavier Institute. And I'm going to find out what.

Step one … gather information.

I've convinced my dad to let me take the car and go for a picnic out in the country with a couple of friends from school … and it just so happens I have the perfect place in mind. It's a park thoughtfully located in Salem Center, New York … also the home of the mysterious Xavier Institute. Maybe I'll just drive by on my way there … heh, heh, heh.

Okay, Its definitely big, and most likely a school. Nothing all that exciting to note, although it does appear to be fairly secure given that it is just a school. It might just be time to take this investigation up a notch.

Step two … infiltration

Who said being a mutant didn't have its upside? Hell, if I weren't such a god-awfully moral person I could be one of the greatest thieves this world has ever known … to bad my parents got jiminy cricket installed before I had a chance to decide. So here's my plan. Turn into the wind and make a fly-through of the building. Yes, I am still aware of my surroundings when I'm in the windy state (don't ask me how sensory information is gathered with all my sense organs transformed into a gentle breeze, but it is). Plus with all the practicing I've been doing for the past five years, I've gotten quite good at slowing down, speeding up and all sorts of maneuvering while windy.

… shit, it's a long way to the school from my house, even if I can travel up to about 50 miles an hour … I think I could go faster, but it gets really destructive at 50 … I don't want to see what happens at a hundred. Well, this is great, get all the way here to be absolutely exhausted for my spying game. Dammit. Well, no rest for the wicked, might as well get this over with.

… well, there are a lot of kids here, although some of them are definitely mutants it's impossible to say that all of them are, nor is there anything all that weird. Could just be a private school that accepts mutants.

… hello, what's this? Big steel door? Huge lock? AIRTIGHT? Son of a Bitch! Oh wait wait wait … I see some ventilation pipes … ah, there we go … there's always a way for air to get in and out of a room. HAH! LOSERS!

… woah … this is weird … looks like a big steel room, there's nothing in it. Why lock up an empty room? Hang on! What's that? Exercise equipment just appeared. Yeah, appeared, outta thin air. What am I, on the freakin holodeck? SHIT SHIT SHIT! People just showed up, and a breeze in a steel room is a wee bit suspicious. And what's that guy doing? Sniffing? Can he smell me? Do I even have an odor?

… CRAP! I guess I do! He just hit some sort of alarm! Run for it! … uh … I mean let's BLOW this joint! Hah, I crack me up! uh oh … this is bad, real bad, I just got this tickle in my mind … its getting stronger … its … its … AH! FUCK! GET OUTTA MY MIND! JEEZ! DAMMIT! GAAAAAA! thud

Step three … explanations.

Oh dear woman, how are you gonna talk your way outta this one? So let me catch you up to speed, bout five minutes ago I began to wake up … slowly and painfully (still have a bitch of a headache) … and have come to the conclusion that I'm in some sort of infirmary, most likely still in the school (I doubt I've been out long enough to make it anywhere else). And, now, just as I'm coming finally to my senses some people (a bald man in a wheelchair, dude with sunglasses(kinda hot), gorgeous chick with red hair, and my muscle-bound, hairy bastard of a sniffer from the gym … steel room … whatever the fuck it was) walked into the room. Hmmm, they look like they want some answers.