"Good job, Spider-man!" said a wrestler backstage

"Uh, yeah. Thanks." ~Who the hell was that guy?~

The self named "Amazing Spider-man" walked through the halls of an old arena somewhere in New York City. He stopped at a door that was had "L. Mucciolo" imprinted on it. He knocked on the door.

"What? What do you want?" said a voice on the other side of the door. The wrestler just opened the door and walked in. "Oh! It my "spider-boy"! Come in! come in! Have a seat." said overweight dark skinned man with a heavy New York accent quickly hiding what looked like a lot of money. "So, what can I do for my star performer?" he asked with a smile. "Wait wait, what am I saying? I know exactly what u want..." The overweighted New Yorker pulled out a few hundred dollar bills from his jacket pocket. "A little bit of the green stuff...am I right?"

"As usual..." said his employee. "Thanks a lot."

"Yeah, yeah...now get outta here!" said his boss.

The wrestler got up and began to walk to the door, the stopped half way there.

"Louie..." said the masked wrestler angrily. "I thought we had a deal...."

"Oh come on, Spidey!" said Louie. "You don't think that I'm a liar now, did you? Don't worry, you'll get your raise, but our company is running a little short on cash right now. But don't worry, I let you know as soon as I get it...now get outta here!" "Spidey" knew that he was lying, but he was tired, and didn't feel like arguing with anyone at the moment.

Peter Parker used to be always like that, trying to avoid confrontation as much as possible. In fact, he used to be a little bit of a science geek, glasses and all. But all of that changed during a field trip in the beginning of his sophomore year...

Peter walked down the halls once again and came to a door that had "Locker Room" imprinted. He walked into a fully lit room that was already occupied by three men. But they weren't changing, they were just sitting there almost as if they were waiting for him. He noticed a tall, buff man with gloves and black clothes, an older looking man in a wheel chair, and a young teenager sitting on a table with what looked like a weird costume (No fur).

"Hello, Peter." said he man in the wheelchair.

"What the...?" Peter asked in surprise. "Who the hell are you?"

"Allow me to introduce myself." he answered. "My name is Professor Charles Xavier."

"What? Do you run a wrestling school or something?" asked Peter noticing Kurt's uniform. "Well, no actually." began the professor. "I run an institute for....gifted....young men and women."

Peter was a little surprised to hear this. "Oh, I see."

Kurt and Logan were surprised at this. "You...you do?" asked Logan.

~Man, Professor~ Thought Kurt towards the professor. ~I didn't think he would understand~

~No Kurt. I don't think he does...~ replied the professor

~What do you mean?~

"Um, kid," began Logan. "I don't think you understand-"

"Yeah I do," interrupted Peter. "Your one of those institutes that ask smart kids to live at something like a small school and study and stuff." Kurt allotted laughed at this. Peter noticed. "Ugh...buddy?" Peter called to Kurt. "Last time I checked, Halloween is in October."

"Me?" said Kurt irritated. "Vell, you're the one to talk! You look like you got dressed in a-"

"Kurt..." interrupted the Professor.

"Vell he started it!" said Kurt angrily.

"Oh, shut up, Elf! You sound like a five year old!" said Logan

"Im sorry, I forgot, this is Kurt Wagner, he's a student at my institute, and this is Logan, he's an instructor.

"Oh..." Pete was puzzled. ~Elf?~

"Anyway," began the professor. "Peter thats not what I meant. When I say gifted, I mean that you obtain...abilities...that no one else has."

Peter felt a chill go up he's spine. He suddenly became very nervous. "Wha...what do you mean."

"Don't be afraid," said the professor. "Your not the only one with powers..."

Peter froze. "How do..." he stopped himself. ~Ok, Pete, don't say anything your gonna reagret~ he thought to himself. "What are you talking about?" Peter asked nervously.

Logan got annoyed. "Look kid" he began. "It's an insitute for kids with unusual powers, just like you and me." "Powers? Lemme ge this straight, your saying that you have....super powers?" said Peter sarcasticly even though he was partly serious. Logan nodded. "Well, what are your "powers"?" challange Peter.

Logan Smiled. He held up a clintched fist. Peter was justa bout to say something (sarcastic) when three metal claws eruppted from the back of Logan's hand.

"WHOA!" yelled Peter in shock. "What the? How....What...How..." Peter didn;t know what to say.

~We all have gifts~ said a voice in Peter's head. He then realizes they're the professors. ~We are born with them, and we know that you're just like us. We know that the reason you call yourself "Spider-Man" is because you infact are a spider-man!~

"STOP IT!" yelled Peter. "You expect me to just live with a guy who can....do things with someones mind, a guy with metal in his hands, and a guy with an ungodly outfit??"

Xavier tried to explain, "Listen, we know-

"You dont know anything!" exclaimed Peter was he walked away. Xavier stopped him.

Xavier explained to Peter that the institute exists only to help young mutants find their way ina life and to control their mutant powers. Peter calmed down a little bit, but he tells them that he isn't sure what to do or what is Aunt and Uncle would say and he'll have to think about it. Xavier then gave what looks like a pen to Peter. "Its a communicator." said the professor. "Once you made your desicion. Now we must go. Thank you for your time."

"Uh....yeah sure...no problem..."

Logan and Xavier each touched one of Kurts shoulders. "Uh, what are you doing?" asked Peter?

"Showing you vhat my power iz..." said Kurt.

....*bamf!*

The three men disapeared. "Whoa..." exclaimed Peter. "Now thats something you dont see....ever...." Peter changed his clothes. As he was leaving the locker room, a man wearing a black beanie, and jacket run as fast as he could right by him.

"STOP THAT MAN!!" Peter heard a policeman say.

"Sorry buddy, but I'm a wreslter, not a superhero...."

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Everyone has lost someone close to them sometime in there life. Some of them die because of illness, car accident, suicide, or murder. Anyone whos lost someone via murder always has one thing in mind....your gonna pay...