New name same story. I love cookies so much that the name fits.

REALIS: I'm glad you love it. I love imagining and writing it for everyone.

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Once confronted with the consequences of my actions, a warm corpse dripping blood from the throat, I barely resisted the urge to barf. At such a short distance, the smell of the blood was so pungent that I could taste it on my tongue. I will never ever forget that.

I wanted to run. I wasn't sure where. But I definitely wanted to get out of the room. I wanted to run home where I could leave my past behind. I was afraid. Something that doesn't happen very often because most things aren't very scary to me.

I'd taken two quick steps backwards when I felt Magneto grab me by the arm. Only then did I realize that I was shaking like a leaf on a tree. I vaguely recall the man talking about how I'd done the right thing but I don't remember any of it. I do remember that I nodded silently. Even with the reassurance I still felt sick about it all.

I was so sick that my shock had taken away my ability to speak. I wanted to get out of the room and my scared face apparently showed this to Magneto who told me "Come on." in a voice that wasn't as harsh as it usually was.

We got to a restaurant and I didn't notice that the food had arrived for 5 minutes. I wasn't hungry but since he was staring at me I figured that Magneto was 2 seconds from telling me to eat. I didn't want to deal with that so I took out the chopsticks and ate what was in front of me.

Well, at least I tried to. I had zero skill in the realm of using and holding chopsticks. Looking back it was funny how many times my food kept returning to the plate before I could eat it.

At the time though, I honestly don't care. I didn't care so much that I asked if I could have a fork. The only forks they had were extremely oversized things they used for cooking but I was so apathetic that soon I was eating with that.

It was strange and I'm sure people were commenting on my lack of skill or respect that I was showing the restaurant by not eating with chopsticks. To this I must say, I tried and if I kept trying to use the chopsticks I would have starved to death. It was nothing personal I simply lacked the coordination and focus needed to use the chopsticks well. Had I not been so shaken up I probably would have fared much better at using them.

So to give a clear picture of what was going on in your head imagine a kid with dead looking eyes eating sushi with a large fork that could barely fit in his mouth. That was me. How did that work? I made it work. I had lots of experience with eating cake batter from the bowl using oversized spoons so I applied my know-how there. Yes, I know it wasn't the safest thing, but cake batter is tasty.

Magneto didn't comment but his thoughts seem to go from amusement at my inability to eat with chopsticks to bafflement when I asked for the fork to exasperation with my solution.

My response didn't help.

He asked "What happened to your habit of doing things the hard way?"

I said "I got hungry."

A lie but it defused the tension in the restaurant and I heard laughter all around.

To be honest, I didn't care what Magneto would think about my actions because he really should have known better than to bring me to a small trendy restaurant as much as he knew about my past. Not that Chicago doesn't have a large variety of food it does. It has practically endless options. But I was a poor kid from Chicago.

Why would I eat sushi? I don't mean poor as in we I could only ate out once or twice a year but I mean poor as in we didn't eat out at all. I sometimes missed meals because we lacked food. And the most nutritious meal of the day I had was a taxpayer provided school lunch. But that didn't bother me because everybody I knew had government provided lunches too.

I'm sure he knew that which was why he didn't comment on my actions. Unfortunately, I do not remember what the sushi tasted like because I couldn't focus on anything. I was going through the motions of eating so Buckethead would get off my case about it.

Apparently Magneto had a call to take so he stepped outside the restaurant for a moment.

I can hear your thoughts run etc. That didn't happen because besides the many logical reasons I had for not going anywhere for example I didn't speak Japanese and I had no money nor any knowledge of the area I just didn't have the mental energy to go anywhere. I didn't have the energy to plan anything. I barely had the focus and concentration needed to eat.

Plus, I was wearing a bracelet that didn't at all symbolize friendship which would tell Magneto that I left. Oh so now you're saying take it off. I also say good luck with that. It wasn't regular Adamantium he had made some special modifications for it.

You could magnetize it but it was also extremely hard to magnetize. It's very hard to describe in short words how it does it without cooking at least half of your brains (not being condescending just stating a fact) but I'll put it like like this I could spend all day trying to destroy it and I wouldn't get any closer. Yes, I told you all this before in the last chapter but this is a reminder for those who forgot.

After he did return, the jet lag finally hit me who knows what time it was at the base but I was tired. I could see why he said bring 2 days worth of clothes.

I had to sleep even if I didn't want to. But I resisted that need for as long as I could. And for those of you who still are rooting for me to make a dashing and daring escape here are the facts:

I had the room on the outside of the suite so I had to through Magneto's room in order to leave through the front door.

What about going through the window you say? Let me see and risk people seeing me in the middle of Tokyo which has a ridiculously high population density? No.

On the bright side, I finally got to see a TV for the first time in months. I decide to watch some children's TV and settled on my favorite show from America because I knew it very well in English. I even got to pick up a bit of Japanese. I eventually had to go sleep so I finally surrendered to my body's need for rest.

That night Tokyo had a minor earthquake that didn't at all have to do with my nightmares. It was simply an extremely localized earthquake that seemed to affect buildings made with metal more than ones that weren't made of metal. Actually, that's a lie it was me.

Sorry seismologists who wasted taxpayer money on investigating that. I'd actually made a ton of scientists excited because they thought it had something to do with Japan's fault line but that wasn't the case.

How can someone be interested in fault lines and earthquakes? They're scientists that's their job. They don't get paid enough for them to not be interested in it and still do the work.

Still, it could have been worse Magneto had the foresight to watch over me as I slept so he could work at counteracting my power and chose a building with very little metal so most of my power was used up before I could terrorize Tokyo.

When I woke up covered in sweat, I saw that Magneto was staring at me. I didn't know of the massive struggle he had dealt with just moments earlier.

He turned the light on and I stared at him. "Will it always be like this. These nightmares. Will it get easier?" I asked. It certainly didn't feel any easier.

"Yes, it will." He sat down and began to comfort me.

"It will take time for you to but you will. You're strong."

"I hope so." I said "I don't feel strong."

I don't want my mind to crack because of all this. Then I could become a threat to other people.

"I know you are. Come with me."

He sat me down at a counter in the kitchen.

"I bought some chamomile tea. It will send you to sleep without pills."

"Thanks" I started to drink the tea. It tasted nice.

"You're horrified because you not used to this. But that doesn't make you weak. Electron understand this you will never ever be weak."

I'm nodded at what he said. Still, there was something else on my mind.

"What's wrong besides that?" He asked.

I wasn't the only one who could read other people. Magneto could read me like a book.

So I told him. "Electron's my name but…"

"If you dislike it you can change it easily."

"That's not it. It doesn't feel... mine. It feels weird when people use it. And I don't mentally call myself that either."

"I see. It will take some time to get used to it."

"I guess… "

The real problem was that I didn't want to give up my identity of Chris Alster. My life was completely based around it.

Magneto saw what I couldn't have seen at the time.

"You're holding on to your past. A natural response to all the changes that have been going on in your life." He continued.

"A normal thing to do but normal doesn't mean healthy. You're already under so much stress. I don't think you need an identity crisis on top of that."

I agreed with that sentiment.

"So what should I do about it?"

"Accept the changes that have happened. You're stronger than before. You no longer need to fear other people harming you because of your mutation because we I won't let that happen."

I was speechless.

What he just say? Did he just say he'd protect me?

I mentally rewinded what he said and realized that he said what I thought he said.

This was huge for me because I couldn't trust anyone to protect me in life. Not even my mother. My friends protected Chris Alster the human boy though I doubted that even they'd accept me.

" I- you mean that?"

"Yes. Have I ever lied to you?"

"No."

"You haven't always agreed with my actions and you're 14 so you likely have plenty of time to do the same."

"I can be reasonable." I Interrupted.

"A reasonable adolescent? Quite the oxymoron." I frown at this.

"The point is you'll be fine. Electron is a fine name and acknowledging what you are is always better than ignoring it."

"I see. That makes sense... and what about my mom? She calls me Chris."

"And Charles calls me Erik. It doesn't really matter what anyone calls you as long as you know what you are."

That was a piece of wisdom that I desperately needed.

"Your name's Erik?"

"My human name is Erik. Erik Lehnsherr."

It was late and I was a bit confused. Just which name did he really think was him Magneto or Erik?

Once again, I didn't need to tell him that I was confused.

"I am Magneto the leader of the Brotherhood and I'm a mutant. Specifically a magnetokinetic."

"But my parents named me Erik Lehnsherr." He added.

"I think I'm getting it now... I'm Electron and I'm a magnetokenetic. My mom named me Chris Alster though. And I'm a member of the Brotherhood... Why are you smiling like that?" I asked.

"You never did say you were a member of the Brotherhood before."

"Really? Oh. Well I am."

"How very straightforward."

"Are you used to being the only straightforward person?"

"I am actually. You seem to be fond of verbal gymnastics."

"I am because they're fun. But, I can be straightforward. Wait, how straightforward are we talking here?"

I continue.

"Would you tell a woman that she looks like the Leap Year blimp if she asked for your opinion on a dress?"

He smirked "I would. And you?"

"Nope. I'd say 'that's nice but the dress over there is so much better so why settle?' While I carefully move her to a dress that actually fits her."

"You have memorized a speech for clothing shopping?"

"I've had many female friends. If I gave constructive criticism on outfits do you think I would have been around to tell you the tale?"

Magneto was amused at this. "You had a very interesting group of friends."

"They're amazing. Last year Gloria even organized my first birthday party." My eyes started to close slowly but I managed open them with a bit of effort.

"You hadn't had one before?"

"Nope. Mom doesn't believe in them. Gloria did and I had the best party ever. She even gave me a laptop that she'd upgraded herself."

I close my eyes slowly and opened them up again with a bit more effort. I didn't know this but my voice was slurring a little.

"I haven't talked them in months. I hope you don't hate me." I'd misspoken I'd meant to say they. My eyes were heavy and I could barely keep them open.

"I don't mind you calling them as long as I'm present."

"Great." I said in a very very sleepy and high pitched voice.

From there I completely fell asleep on the counter.

I woke up the next day remembered what happened last night and noticed that I was not on the counter but rather I was in a bed.

I blushed a deep scarlet red "Why couldn't you have just woken me up?"

"You would have rather have slept on the counter? Or are you surprised that I could? Not that it was hard. You weigh practically nothing."

My blush darkened "I weigh a perfectly healthy amount."

"Your 115lb or 52kg soaking wet. At your height that's underweight."

I can do mental calculations on my own thank you very much.

And then I started thinking about the logic his sentence had. "Okay fine I am a little."

"Only a little?" He teased. I hated when he did that. Which was why he did it so often.

After that banter was taken care of, Magneto told me what we were going to do today. "I'm going to have a meeting and afterwards we're returning home."

I nodded and changed into some clothes to wear.

I knew a lot of things about Magneto because I was with him often. But I didn't know that he was a very good cook. He made breakfast that day pancakes, sausages, bacon. The works.

I grabbed what I thought I would eat and sat down.

"You do realize that you can have as much as you like?"

Please don't tell me this is about my weight. Maybe if I play dumb he'll leave me alone.

"I do. But I'm fine with what I have. Thank you for offering."

So in his classic fashion he got some food and put it on my plate and said "And now I'm content with what you have."

That's how Magneto works. You've seen the TV shows where parents are concerned and stressed out because their teenage girl won't eat. Magneto does not play that. If you refuse to eat it will turn into a battle of wills that he will win. If he wants something to happen it will happen period.

I knew that so I ate what I could. Which thankfully satisfied the man.

We left the hotel and I put on the sunglasses that I'd been saving for months. I was a tourist why not dress the part?

"You have sunglasses?" He asked.

"I do. And they're very very nice."

He smiled as if reliving a memory. And he was.

Because I was still a secret to most members of the Brotherhood, I didn't go to the meeting. Instead I was to stay at his office and wait for it to be over. Magneto had given me a lot of work to do which meant I was going to be busy.

Before he left he gave me a phone -not a normal cell phone but one of those extra secure cell phones that can only call certain numbers.

Before he left, he said "Don't misuse it."

I still thought that the guy was paranoid because there was no way I was going to. I wasn't going to touch that phone unless I was in danger of dying or something like that because I was not interested in getting on his bad side.

It was pretty boring some math to deal with some Physics in there too nothing you'd like to hear about so let's move on.

Magneto seemed to be a bit surprised that I was right where he told me to be. I really didn't get why but I thought nothing of it. Let him be paranoid as hell. Life is too short to worry so much.

I really had nothing to do a day after we returned home. I was really bored so I decided that for once I was going to the man's office for no reason. I knocked and waited to be acknowledged. I explained the lack of purpose behind my visit and the man didn't seem to mind.

Since I just finished some very very hard training exercises I decided to focus on something easier. So I started building a house of cards.

I focused intently on mentally calculating the optimal amount of space between each card on the bottom for greatest carrying capacity.

By the fifth level I decided to call it quits. I just needed to add one more card and I'd be done. A Chinese meditation ball shot through the base and my house of cards went to pieces.

I frowned at the elderly man. Wasn't he supposed to be the mature one?

"Houses of cards I never did understand why people make them. They're so fragile."

"That's the point to show skill by using such a flimsy thing as a building material." I said

"You really didn't have to do that." I finished.

The man smirked. "I didn't have to no. But, I wanted to."

Well then... I want to..

The man was reading and I sent the ball back at him.

It stopped a millisecond after I sent it to him.

"That serves no purpose."

"Actually it does." I said

The man had no time to think about my words as my plan was already in motion. A very small house of cards landed on top of his head sliding off his hair in a way that certainly couldn't be described as dignified.

He must've hated that he'd been the one pushing me extremely hard to teach me how to make a shield. My shields were extremely weak but they could hold a small house of cards.

I smiled and laughed at the man and when he glared at me I laughed more. After this, I worked on my sudoku puzzles that I had been neglecting. I finished one box when a cascade of classical music hit my ears.

I looked up at the sound.

He said "You've never heard real music before."

"I've heard classical before." I said.

"Yes, as background music for a movie and in TV shows. You've heard classical music before, but have you listened?"

I fell silent.

"I'll take that as a no."

"You do realize how condescending you sound right?" I say.

Magneto sighed "Youth... it's not being condescending when someone is teaching you something."

That I had to think on for a moment.

I eventually got back to my puzzle. As I worked on it, I listen to the music. I found that I kind of liked it. It as soothing and different than what I was used to.

After I finished my puzzle, I looked up and asked "Why do you sometimes wear your helmet when you're not fighting?"

"To protect my mind from telepaths."

"Telepaths?"

"Mutant's who can read minds."

I frown at him. "I know that. But we're really far away from land. Hundreds of miles away. What telepath has that kind of range?"

I figured out where we were about a week ago because I'd learned from a book on how to make my own astrolabe. I also soon used it to get the point of longitude and latitude.

We were hundreds of miles away from Africa so how could anyone sense him? I know it wasn't built on solid numbers but my common sense told me that if I'm a very powerful magnetokinetic and I couldn't sense things from the mainland why I should expect anyone to have such a range unless they were extremely powerful.

Magneto gave me his 'you're interesting when you're clever face' and said "Charles has a device called Cerebro. It can connect to every person's mind in the world and he uses it to find mutants to teach."

"Your friends yet you're sure to stay out of his sight. "

"He has his own team of mutants that work against my plans."

Wonderful, powerful mutants are fighting each other. Like we really need that.

After my intense exasperation passed I say "My mutation never really exploded on anyone because I'm normally a very calm person."

"Too calm."

"What do you know of normality? Actually... what do I know about normality? Think about our life isn't it kind of ridiculous."

"In what way?"

"Okay I'm drinking tea with Magneto who is currently the world's most wanted mutant extremist discussing people who read minds and the range of said abilities. Doesn't that sound kind of strange?"

"Our life seems to simply defy simplification." I summed up.

"That it does." He said.

I shook my head "Still, I fit the profile for someone he'd want at his school so why haven't I ever met him?"

"That is a question that I cannot answer. I'm curious about it myself. I have been studying a sample of your blood."

"I see. Can you answer why you decided to mess with me so much then?"

"No, I did not as you put it 'mess with you'. I was testing a hypothesis in order to see if you get stronger when angry. I was going to take a sample from you with your knowledge, but then you lashed out at me. So I took the sample another time."

"Were you surprised?"

"Hardly. Had you not been so disrespectful, stubborn, and had actually apologized I would have been more lenient."

"I plead the fifth." I said

"Wonderful, I teach you to be a soldier and instead I get a lawyer."

"I prefer the terms debater or politician." I pause before continuing.

"Somehow I don't show up on Cerebro that's an interesting mystery to solve... Secondary mutation or an application of my own?"

"That is the question. I'm not certain myself."

I wasn't trying to but I had accidentally gotten to listen in on a conversation Magneto and Mystique had.

"I told you to train him not bash his brains in. His family history of mental illness is not helping either." I was very glad I wasn't on the receiving end of this lecture. He sounded extremely angry and later I'd realized he was disappointed too.

True. I thought.

"I was training him as I saw fit." Mystique said.

That excuse of-course wasn't recognized by Magneto."Then stop doing that and start training him as I see fit. This is nothing more childish pettiness. And I won't tolerate it."

That meant that my training went from hellishness to Magneto approved hellishness. Honestly, the training I had earlier made it seem like heaven.

On another note, Toad stopped hating me. We talked a little and I found that we had a lot of common ground because he was the Brotherhood's resident tech guy. I knew quite a bit about tech too so we were talking about that every day.

I wouldn't call him a friend but he was definitely friendly. It turns out he was just as lonely as I was. We were the only young people on the island. While Toad was a bit sadistic because he liked killing, he was an interesting person to talk to.

Sabertooth was just as indifferent to me as usual. And Mystique was blatantly obvious with her hatred of me. Not that I cared of course.