Peter heard a honk coming from the street outside. He anxiously shot up
from the couch from he's living room and looked outside spotting a 1966 red
Mustang Convertible with a white racing stripe, and a man wearing red
glasses in the drivers seat. "Aunt May!" he yelled, even though she was
pretty close to him. "He's here!"
She slowly got up. She was every excited for Peter, since this was the day Peter leaves that house that he called his home all of his life to join what she thought was a school or gifted young students...which isn't too far from the truth. But at the same time, she loathes it. She hates the idea of not being able to see Peter until probably spring break. However, she knew Peter wanted to do this, and she also knew that she will do whatever it takes to make him happy.
Peter picked up he's pretty heavy duffle back...with ease of course....and freezes. He's obviously been looking forward to this day, but just like any other human being would, he was nervous. This was one of those times when you realize you won't be seeing your mother...or mother figure.... for a long time. He, like his aunt, didn't think that day would come until the day he left for college, but better sooner than later, right? After a few moments of pause, Peter dropped his stuff and ran to embrace his aunt one last time. "I love you," he said quietly.
"I love you, too." she said as a tear made it's way to her eye. After a long hug, Peter picked up his duffle bag, and walked through that door for the last time in a while. A tear tried to make it's way to his eye, but he was successful in stopping it. Peter headed for the door followed by his Aunt. Scott Summers, still sitting in the driver seat of his car, gave both of them a wave. "Hello," he said politely. "Peter, you can just put your stuff in the back seat,"
"Thanks," said both Peter and his Aunt in unison. After completing Scott's order, Peter embraced his Aunt one last time.
With her nephew in her arms, May choked out these words. "Be safe, and don't worry about me," she said knowing her nephew well. "He would have wanted you to do the same," Peter smiled knowing full well who "he" was. Without another word, Peter left his aunt's arms and got in the front seat of the convertible.
Scott put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Ready?" He asked him.
After a short pause, Peter nodded his head. Peter heard the sounds of the gears shifting and the engine revving, and watched his home disappear in the horizon.
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The drive all the way to Bayville wasn't half as boring as Peter thought it would be. Scott was blasting one of Incubus' older songs called "Privilege", and both he and Peter were singing along to it. One thing he knows about the X-Men so far is that they have good taste in music. Peter decided to strike up a conversation. "So," he yelled over the loud music. "How long have you lived at the mansion?"
Scott quickly hit 'pause' on the stereo. "What?" he asked.
"I said how long have you lived at the mansion?" Peter said a lot quieter since the music stopped.
"Um..." Said Scott under his breathe. "Ever since I was 12, so...yeah about 6 years,"
"12, huh?" asked Peter somewhat shocked. "I thought the professor said that mutant powers manifest during the ages of 13-18,"
"Usually that's what happens, but there are exceptions..." Scott trailed off.
"So, how did it happen?" asked Peter.
"It's a long story," replied Scott.
"We still got 20 minutes," said Peter. "I think we got a little time,"
"Okay," said Scott. "When I was I think 7 or 8, my parents, my brother, and I went on a family trip. My dad was a pilot so he was the one flying the plane. I don't remember all of it. All I remember is that something went wrong with one of the engines....I think it caught on fire....and we had to abandon the plane...only there were only two parachutes in the plane for one reason or another.
"Anyway, my parents gave the parachutes to me and my brother. My mother quickly explained to us how the parachutes worked and told us to jump," Peter felt a small pain in his stomach. He was never very fond of stories with a painful ending. "So, we jumped. After a few seconds of free falling, a pulled the string on Alex...my brother's...parachute and then quickly pulled mine. I couldn't exactly see, but something then went wrong with my parachute. I fell...and that's all I really remember,"
"Then what happened?" asked Peter immediately.
"Woke up in a hospital about a week or two later," said Scott calmly. Peter didn't say anything.
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(Scott POV)
I remember that night, clear as day. I woke up in panic, and fortunately, there was a nurse near-by carrying something that looked like pills. But at that time, I was in too much pain to care. As I got up, My head started to hurt. It was worse than just a migraine, it felt like someone jammed a rock 90 miles an hour at my head....which I found out sometime later from the doctors that wasn't too far from the truth.
When I came too, I found a woman with a blonde hair looking at me. "Mr. Summers?" She said quietly. "How are you feeling, dear?"
"What...what happened?" I asked her. Before she answered, I took a second to look around. I was in a different room, but it still had that plain, white paint on the walls and the ceiling. I took a look at myself and realized I was wearing one of those green hospital gown, and I was still in a hospital bed. I took a look at my arm and found a tub was inside of it connected to some kind of device next to my bed. I began to panic again, but the doctor was there to calm me down.
"Don't worry, dear." said the doctor. "It's just giving you medicine to help you feel better," I calmed down a little bit, but I was still a little jumpy. I was still waiting for the answer to my question earlier, but the doctor seemed to forgot about it. "I'm going to ask you a few question. Do you think you could answer them for me?" I nodded. "Okay. Do you remember what your name is?"
I paused for a second to think. I admit, at first I couldn't remember what my name was, but after remembering she called me 'Mr. Summers', I remembered. "...yes..." I said quietly. "Scott...Scott Summers,"
"Good," said the doctor. "Now, what's the last thing you remember," At that moment, I began to cry. The headache came back, it wasn't as bad as before, but it was enough to make me cry. Then, I passed out.
After that night, things started going a little better. I occasionally had horrible headaches, and I was put in an orphanage for a few years. During the last month, I was sent to the hospital three times because of the seizure-like headaches a got every once in a while. The first two visits, I just stayed for the night, but the third time changed my life forever.
I can't remember everything, but what I do remember is finding myself in an ambulance with my biggest headache to date. The only thing I could hear is ringing in my head, and my own screams. Usually, over time, my headaches would get better, but this time, it seemed like it was getting worse. The pain was slowly but surely moving from my forehead to my eyes. And then, practically without warning, all of the pain went to my eyes, hurting enough for me to scream. I was holding my eyes close as tight as I could for quiet sometime, but as the pain to my eyes grew, I had the sudden urge to open them. All I remember seeing is a flash of red light, then total black.
I woke up a few days later by the same doctor. "Welcome back," she said casually. I guess she got used to my visits.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You had another seizure, and the ambulance was attack by someone,"
I was suddenly scared. "Who?"
"We're not sure. But don't worry, you'll be fine now. And I have good news for you, we found one of you family members,"
I was deeply surprised. "Who?"
"Your Uncle. I'll send him in."
The doctor walked out of the room leaving me alone. A few minutes later a man who I didn't recognize at the time walked in. He was bald, wearing a suit, and was in the automatic wheel chair. He looked around him, as if looking if we were alone, held out his and, and said "Hello, Mr. Summers. My names is Charles Xavier"
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(Third Person POV)
"He explained to me about an institute he was starting," continued Scott. "I was one of his first recruits," Scott stopped there. Peter was waiting for him to explain his reaction after learning he was a mutant, but he never did. Peter didn't want to push it out of him, so he just accepted what Scott told him.
"Must've been hard..." Peter said.
"Yeah, but," said Scott. "I'm sure there are kids out there who are going threw the same thing I went through, if not, harder,"
Peter nodded in agreement. Peter then remembered his conversation with Kurt the other day. "Well, here we are," said Scott. Peter watched as the front gate opened, and traveled down a fairly long rode. Peter just remembered something.
"Oh, by the way, does the name "Magneto" ring any bells?"
The car came to a sudden stop, but Scott spoke before Peter could say another word. "Where did you hear that name?" asked Scott.
"He sent a man calling himself "Gambit" to me, giving me some kind of warning that I am now his enemy,"
Scott exhaled heavily. "Well, you don't have to worry, your safe here,"
"Who is he?"
"A man who believes in mutant supremacy...and human extermination"
Peter fell silent.
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Hatred is probably one of the most powerful things in the world....but at the same time.....it ironically shows a sign of weakness. Some people who hate because there afraid of what could happen, others hate because they have been beaten up, or made fun of. Eric Magnus Lensherr hates the entire human race simply because he feels they are unnecessary. He believes they are weak. But no matter the situation, Eric's hatred for the weak, will always be his weakness.
(A/N: sorry for the lack of updates. Ill try to keep this going. REVIEW)
She slowly got up. She was every excited for Peter, since this was the day Peter leaves that house that he called his home all of his life to join what she thought was a school or gifted young students...which isn't too far from the truth. But at the same time, she loathes it. She hates the idea of not being able to see Peter until probably spring break. However, she knew Peter wanted to do this, and she also knew that she will do whatever it takes to make him happy.
Peter picked up he's pretty heavy duffle back...with ease of course....and freezes. He's obviously been looking forward to this day, but just like any other human being would, he was nervous. This was one of those times when you realize you won't be seeing your mother...or mother figure.... for a long time. He, like his aunt, didn't think that day would come until the day he left for college, but better sooner than later, right? After a few moments of pause, Peter dropped his stuff and ran to embrace his aunt one last time. "I love you," he said quietly.
"I love you, too." she said as a tear made it's way to her eye. After a long hug, Peter picked up his duffle bag, and walked through that door for the last time in a while. A tear tried to make it's way to his eye, but he was successful in stopping it. Peter headed for the door followed by his Aunt. Scott Summers, still sitting in the driver seat of his car, gave both of them a wave. "Hello," he said politely. "Peter, you can just put your stuff in the back seat,"
"Thanks," said both Peter and his Aunt in unison. After completing Scott's order, Peter embraced his Aunt one last time.
With her nephew in her arms, May choked out these words. "Be safe, and don't worry about me," she said knowing her nephew well. "He would have wanted you to do the same," Peter smiled knowing full well who "he" was. Without another word, Peter left his aunt's arms and got in the front seat of the convertible.
Scott put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Ready?" He asked him.
After a short pause, Peter nodded his head. Peter heard the sounds of the gears shifting and the engine revving, and watched his home disappear in the horizon.
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The drive all the way to Bayville wasn't half as boring as Peter thought it would be. Scott was blasting one of Incubus' older songs called "Privilege", and both he and Peter were singing along to it. One thing he knows about the X-Men so far is that they have good taste in music. Peter decided to strike up a conversation. "So," he yelled over the loud music. "How long have you lived at the mansion?"
Scott quickly hit 'pause' on the stereo. "What?" he asked.
"I said how long have you lived at the mansion?" Peter said a lot quieter since the music stopped.
"Um..." Said Scott under his breathe. "Ever since I was 12, so...yeah about 6 years,"
"12, huh?" asked Peter somewhat shocked. "I thought the professor said that mutant powers manifest during the ages of 13-18,"
"Usually that's what happens, but there are exceptions..." Scott trailed off.
"So, how did it happen?" asked Peter.
"It's a long story," replied Scott.
"We still got 20 minutes," said Peter. "I think we got a little time,"
"Okay," said Scott. "When I was I think 7 or 8, my parents, my brother, and I went on a family trip. My dad was a pilot so he was the one flying the plane. I don't remember all of it. All I remember is that something went wrong with one of the engines....I think it caught on fire....and we had to abandon the plane...only there were only two parachutes in the plane for one reason or another.
"Anyway, my parents gave the parachutes to me and my brother. My mother quickly explained to us how the parachutes worked and told us to jump," Peter felt a small pain in his stomach. He was never very fond of stories with a painful ending. "So, we jumped. After a few seconds of free falling, a pulled the string on Alex...my brother's...parachute and then quickly pulled mine. I couldn't exactly see, but something then went wrong with my parachute. I fell...and that's all I really remember,"
"Then what happened?" asked Peter immediately.
"Woke up in a hospital about a week or two later," said Scott calmly. Peter didn't say anything.
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(Scott POV)
I remember that night, clear as day. I woke up in panic, and fortunately, there was a nurse near-by carrying something that looked like pills. But at that time, I was in too much pain to care. As I got up, My head started to hurt. It was worse than just a migraine, it felt like someone jammed a rock 90 miles an hour at my head....which I found out sometime later from the doctors that wasn't too far from the truth.
When I came too, I found a woman with a blonde hair looking at me. "Mr. Summers?" She said quietly. "How are you feeling, dear?"
"What...what happened?" I asked her. Before she answered, I took a second to look around. I was in a different room, but it still had that plain, white paint on the walls and the ceiling. I took a look at myself and realized I was wearing one of those green hospital gown, and I was still in a hospital bed. I took a look at my arm and found a tub was inside of it connected to some kind of device next to my bed. I began to panic again, but the doctor was there to calm me down.
"Don't worry, dear." said the doctor. "It's just giving you medicine to help you feel better," I calmed down a little bit, but I was still a little jumpy. I was still waiting for the answer to my question earlier, but the doctor seemed to forgot about it. "I'm going to ask you a few question. Do you think you could answer them for me?" I nodded. "Okay. Do you remember what your name is?"
I paused for a second to think. I admit, at first I couldn't remember what my name was, but after remembering she called me 'Mr. Summers', I remembered. "...yes..." I said quietly. "Scott...Scott Summers,"
"Good," said the doctor. "Now, what's the last thing you remember," At that moment, I began to cry. The headache came back, it wasn't as bad as before, but it was enough to make me cry. Then, I passed out.
After that night, things started going a little better. I occasionally had horrible headaches, and I was put in an orphanage for a few years. During the last month, I was sent to the hospital three times because of the seizure-like headaches a got every once in a while. The first two visits, I just stayed for the night, but the third time changed my life forever.
I can't remember everything, but what I do remember is finding myself in an ambulance with my biggest headache to date. The only thing I could hear is ringing in my head, and my own screams. Usually, over time, my headaches would get better, but this time, it seemed like it was getting worse. The pain was slowly but surely moving from my forehead to my eyes. And then, practically without warning, all of the pain went to my eyes, hurting enough for me to scream. I was holding my eyes close as tight as I could for quiet sometime, but as the pain to my eyes grew, I had the sudden urge to open them. All I remember seeing is a flash of red light, then total black.
I woke up a few days later by the same doctor. "Welcome back," she said casually. I guess she got used to my visits.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You had another seizure, and the ambulance was attack by someone,"
I was suddenly scared. "Who?"
"We're not sure. But don't worry, you'll be fine now. And I have good news for you, we found one of you family members,"
I was deeply surprised. "Who?"
"Your Uncle. I'll send him in."
The doctor walked out of the room leaving me alone. A few minutes later a man who I didn't recognize at the time walked in. He was bald, wearing a suit, and was in the automatic wheel chair. He looked around him, as if looking if we were alone, held out his and, and said "Hello, Mr. Summers. My names is Charles Xavier"
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(Third Person POV)
"He explained to me about an institute he was starting," continued Scott. "I was one of his first recruits," Scott stopped there. Peter was waiting for him to explain his reaction after learning he was a mutant, but he never did. Peter didn't want to push it out of him, so he just accepted what Scott told him.
"Must've been hard..." Peter said.
"Yeah, but," said Scott. "I'm sure there are kids out there who are going threw the same thing I went through, if not, harder,"
Peter nodded in agreement. Peter then remembered his conversation with Kurt the other day. "Well, here we are," said Scott. Peter watched as the front gate opened, and traveled down a fairly long rode. Peter just remembered something.
"Oh, by the way, does the name "Magneto" ring any bells?"
The car came to a sudden stop, but Scott spoke before Peter could say another word. "Where did you hear that name?" asked Scott.
"He sent a man calling himself "Gambit" to me, giving me some kind of warning that I am now his enemy,"
Scott exhaled heavily. "Well, you don't have to worry, your safe here,"
"Who is he?"
"A man who believes in mutant supremacy...and human extermination"
Peter fell silent.
*******
Hatred is probably one of the most powerful things in the world....but at the same time.....it ironically shows a sign of weakness. Some people who hate because there afraid of what could happen, others hate because they have been beaten up, or made fun of. Eric Magnus Lensherr hates the entire human race simply because he feels they are unnecessary. He believes they are weak. But no matter the situation, Eric's hatred for the weak, will always be his weakness.
(A/N: sorry for the lack of updates. Ill try to keep this going. REVIEW)
