AUTHORS NOTE:

Some times in life you have to make a decision. I've decided to finally give in to my dark side and make my own world according to my own rules! BEING EMPRESS ROCKS! (Evil laughter can be heard in the background accompanied by menacing music)

Welcome to my first FANFIC! (fan fair starts up)

This is about X-Men

IT is rated MATURE, AKA: be the right age

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel. Nor any characters belonging to, (Nor would I want to, I enjoy it to much to go fuck it up with my own ideas, I'll leave that to stories like this)

Reviews are welcome and expected,

:The Beginning, The Middle and The End

Chapter 1

"One more Mutant to add to the roster, it appears." A harsh voice comes from deep inside a leather chair. The man who owns the voice's face was cast in shadow, due to the low lighting in the conference room.

"Um sir?" A hesitant voice, this time coming from the man just inside the door to the conference room, obviously a runner of some sort.

"What is it?" Harsh Voice demanded, still looking out over the view of the night sky that the large open windows looked off too.

"I think this one is already in the system." Hesitant said slowly and carefully

"Oh?"

"Apparently this one was classified a couple of decades ago."

"How is that possible? The report you just handed me states that this mutant does not appear to be over 21." Harsh Voice asked politely, too politely.

"I'm not sure but if you look at the last page you'll see the ID number. According to the Identifiers, its one that needs a high level clearance to get to. And since none of them have the level this one takes to open, they wanted it brought to you." Hesitant started to slowly inch towards the door, not wanting to be around after he made that statement.

"Hmmmm." Was all that was said, and for a few moments only the rustling of paper could be heard as Harsh Voice moved down to the last page.

"Um…. If that will be all…. I'll be going now." With outwaiting for a response, the runner disappeared through the door as if the hounds of hell were chasing after him.

A few moments later a loud expletive rang in the silence of the nearly deserted high-rise building. Harsh Voice had found the number, and he remembered it. Remembered to whom EXACTLY it belonged to.

Flinging the paper away from him, he stood up. His large frame unfolding from the chair to stretch over 6feet. His white hair shown silver for a moment in the muted glow of both the rooms lights and the natural light streaming in from outside. Moving out side the open windows to a small balcony, he did the only thing he could think of. He called for help. From an old enemy, and even older friend.

Charles?

He waited a few moments, wondering if he would even be answered.

He needn't have worried.

What is it that has you calling for me so late at night, my old friend? Charles's voice rang across the void of space, straight back to Eric Lynchier.

I have been reviewing the records of a company I have so recently acquired, and have just been informed of a, shall we say Startling, discovery.

Really?

Apparently SHIELD kept excellent records regarding the mutants it has come across.

I'm getting the impression there's more to this then just the shock of perfect records for a government company, Eric. Tell me what you have found.

You of all people know what happened so long ago, Charles. You know what happened to me in those camps, and what happened after.

Yes, where is this leading?

Remember the part where I was rescued as a boy?

How can I forget? You've been so pissed since you've found out it was Logan.

Well besides Captain America and Caption Anamantim, You could literally hear the sneer in the mental communications, there was one other.

Yes, I remember you telling me something along those lines. Are you trying to tell me this other was cataloged?

Well, apparently yes, and apparently is now active once more. I can think of only one reason.

There was a pregnant pause as this was absorbed.

Do you know where?

At the local high school next to the institute.

Shit.

I could think of nothing else other than contacting you. You're the only one with the resources and the ability to handle this. I am not even going to try. I don't think I would be able to, knowing who and what this mutant is.

Thank you for your warning, Eric. I will try to see what I can do

That's all I ask, Charles, that's all I ask.

Moving back into the conference room after the mental communication. He picked back up the papers he had flung away from him, looking them over once more with unseeing eyes, remembering.

"Some how, I knew you would come back," for once his voice has gone soft, no hint of the stress that so weighs him down every day with his fight for Mutant superiority. "I just wonder how you will react, you've been away so long." He looked back out at the night sky, "I wonder how the world will react."

I know its spelled wrong, but since I'm only using it a couple of times, I really don't care