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Thank you to all those who have read so far and are reading.
To explain some of the stuff I wrote in the first chapter: In my story the Psylocke(Kwannon) that briefly appeared in X-Men The Last Stand is the sister of one of the mutant prisoners(Revanche) that were held captive by Stryker in X-Men Origins Wolverine and they were both the daughters of the Psylocke(Betsy Braddock) that appeared in X-Men Apocalypse. Let's just say that Betsy wasn't a good mom and abandoned both of them.
It's part of the changes I'm making for my story to tie together the timeline of the X-Men movies.
Keep in mind that this is fanfiction so a lot of stuff from the movies probably won't be the same and I'll probably be bringing in stuff from the comics for the purposes of the story.
Just let me know if you guys and girls are okay with it or not.
(Muir Woods)
Byron was balancing on a plank of wood in only black shorts which revealed bruises and scars on his body and he was on an open lake while Phat was throwing large rocks at him that he had to blow up all while trying not to fall into the water with his powers active or he'd get electrocuted.
It had been two days since The Omegas and The Brotherhood had arrived in the Muir Woods near San Francisco where they were now preparing for the coming war.
Byron had been training and working brutally from sunrise to sundown for the past two days, only stopping for water, food and bathroom breaks.
His jobs were stuff like carrying heavy stuff around for people, chopping wood without his powers, carrying that wood around, setting up tents, helping take care of some of the younger kids and doing dishes for people after they ate. When training, he did stuff like crunches, pushups, situps, weight lifting, running, sparring, training his powers and helping others train.
It didn't help him much that there was a group of kids around his age following him around, trying to get him to open up to them and be friends with them. It annoyed the hell out of him since they were usually around him the most in his free time when he just wanted to relax and be alone for a while to think for himself.
Sure, he'd like to build bonds, but not with these kids. He'd heard most of them talking about their powers, bragging about their superiority over humans and how they'd one day rule them. They were in his opinion, just a bunch of arrogant brats.
Then again, all of mutant kind seemed quite hypocritical, talking about how humanity were inferior beings, but complaining about how they were being appresed. If they were so superior, why did they not take over by now?
That was it, this wasn't about freedom or equality, it was about taking over. These kids were no different. They were little tyrants in the making and he wouldn't have anything to do with them by choice.
There were two kids that he kinda liked though. A boy named Warpath and a girl named Blink. He could tolerate them since they didn't bother him, sure they hanged around him, but they actually helped him out and seemed quite humble and kind, something this camp needed more of.
"Focus!" yelled the young mutant's mother as Phat threw yet another basketball sized rock at him which he blew up before it could even come close to making contact.
The training went on like this for another hour before he was allowed to shut down his powers and get off of the water.
"Go get some fresh clothes on, dinner is in thirty minutes." mumbled the black and purple haired mutant with what seemed like a hint of regret as she looked down slightly when saw the bruises and scars on her child's body, the bruises and scars that she gave him.
Byron used the time that he had left after putting on some fresh clothes to try and find some peace and quiet to meditate. It helped him deal with this nagging feeling that he got every now and then, a feeling of anger, loneliness and sadness that just made him want to end it all. He didn't know what it was and he didn't tell anyone, not even his mom, it just acted up every now and then.
He hadn't meditated in the past two days and he was scared that if he didn't soon then he would do somethng crazy.
The problem for him with finding a spot was that those damn kids kept following him around and that he wasn't allowed to go beyond a certain distance from the camp where there would still be plenty of mutants to make noise and bother him.
It was too late now. His thirty minutes were up and he could feel the all too familiar sensation setting in.
He decided that he'd ask his mom if he could skip dinner to avoid being around too many people while his funk set in, even if he couldn't meditate, it still helped to get some rest. A few bad dreams would probably beat killing yourself.
After a short while Byron approached one of several gazebo tents set up where mutants would be eating their dinner.
As he got a view of the table he saw that there was not only food on it, but also several bottles of alcohol. So, it was gonna be one of those nights then?
Alcohol, he didn't like it. Some people say that getting drunk makes you mean, but it had an opposite effect on his mom, she became extremely kind and loving.
She became a bit too loving when it came to some of the men she knew. Byron was surprised that he didn't have any half siblings yet. Then again with all of his mom's drinking, brutal training and that corset she wore, he really shouldn't be surprised. And this was not even mentioning the fact that she barely ever ate anything, she was already so damn thin and yet she still wore something that looked like it was squeezing the life out of her, really, really?
Byron didn't like his mom when she was drunk. All the kindness and love she'd show him in that time felt so fake. He didn't like when she woke him up in the middle of the night because she wanted to see her baby's smile which would usually mean her tickle-attacking him to get him laughing. He knew that would all be gone the next day.
Byron approached his mom who was turned away from him.
"Mom?" asked the boy quietly.
"Yeah, what is it brat?" questioned the black and purple haired mutant as she turned around to look at the boy.
"I was wondering if I could skip dinner tonight, I'm not feeling very hungry and I'm quite tired actually." said the boy as he started nervously twiddling his fingers while waiting for her response.
The woman frowned at this.
"No, you need to eat." answered the woman in a serious tone.
Byron didn't know why, but the fear and nervousness he felt was starting to turn into anger as small sparks of lightning started to crackle over his body.
"I said I'm not hungry." spat the boy with a look of anger forming on his face.
Psylock slammed her hand down on the table eraged at the fact that her own child was disobeying her.
"I'm your mother you little shit, I talk and you listen, now sit your ass down!" yelled the black and purple haired mutant as she glared at the boy.
This shocked everyone sitting at the table.
"I'm sick and tired of all of this fucking bullshit!" yelled the boy back as he ran off into the woods.
The black and purple haired mutant got up from the table and ran after her child like a bat out of hell.
"Stop!" yelled the woman as she started catching up with the boy.
Byron didn't stop though and this only fueled his mother's rage which seemed to make her move even faster as she soon caught up to him and tackled him to the ground.
"Don't you ever make me chase you like that again!" yelled the black and purple haired mutant as she pulled the boy up to his feet by the collar of the jacket he was wearing.
The woman lifted her hand into the air, ready to strike the boy in the face only to stop when she saw what looked like a look of fear on they boy's face and regret instantly surged through her. It made her remember the first time she hit him.
Flashback - 6 years earlier
A five year old Byron Braddock could be seen sitting in a corner while crying with his knees to his chest while his angry mother slowly approached him with a belt in her right hand.
"You should have listened when I told you to not talk back to Mr Quill, now mommy needs to discipline you." sneered Psylocke as she grabbed the boy's left arm.
"No, momma no!" yelled the little boy as he was pulled up and forced lay down on his stomach.
"I love you brat." said the black and purple haired mutant as she started bringing the belt down on her child's back over and over again which drew screaming and more crying from him.
Flashback End
Tears started to leak from the telepath's eyes as she lowered her hand.
"You will never leave my side again." said the black and purple haired mutant as she started to drag the boy back to the camp.
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