AN: I know you people are reading this. (58 readers! hell yeah) But you seriously need to review. As stated before I need constructive criticism. Plus reviews give me incentive to update sooner.

Three days later.

I woke up with a pounding headache. Where the hell am I? Last thing I remember is collapsing on the street. I look around and see I'm in some kind of medical bay. I hope they don't think I can pay for this. I haven't had enough money to pay for something like this in the past three years. I take a deep breath...and my eyes start tearing up. The overwhelming scent of antiseptic makes my nose burn. "So you're finally awake? About time. You've been sleeping like the dead for the past three days." I look over to the speaker and see some guy wearing red sunglasses. "Where am I? The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. What the hell is that? It's a home for people like you. An orphanage? Well I'll just leave now then. God knows I've been kicked out of every single one I can find. Why's that?" Sunglasses asks. "I'm a mutant." I expected him to stop here and look at me like a freak. He just smiles and says,"This is a school for mutants. A school? A private school? I can't pay for this. I have no money. You don't need to pay, the profe-I'm gonna stop you right there. What's the catch? One simple injection and all this can be yours? Then the paper tomorrow reads body of boy found in river, horribly mutilated?" He laughed at that and responded," Sorry, no injections. Maybe you'll believe me if I let the professor explain."He left the room as I stripped out of the medical gown and put on a pair of dark grey sweats and a grey shirt. He came back in and motioned for me to follow him.

"So, what's your name?" He asked. I was leading him to where the professor was waiting. "Scott Summers. How about you? I...don't remember." The professor didn't give him a name? "In that case what do you want your name to be? Matthew. Why? 'For whatever measure you deal out to others, it will be dealt to you in return.'" Holy shit. Does he remember? No, he can't. This is one creepy kid. "Sounds great to me." We arrived at a huge oak door. "This is the professors office." I said. I knock and a voice says "Come in, Scott."

I entered after him to see an old man sitting in a wheelchair behind a desk, and an angry looking man standing next to him. Hello Matthew. "You're a telepath. Yes, I am. Damn. That must come in handy." The professor smiled and said, "Yes it does. I don't believe you've met Logan?" Logan gave a short growl but didn't otherwise respond. "...is he always like that? Usually, yes." Logan gave a much fiercer growl and left the room. "So Scott was saying something about a free school? Not free. You will not have to pay money, but you will have to do certain things. What things?" I said with a sinking feeling. I knew this was too good to be true. "You will have to attend the nearby high school, maintain at least a C average, and you will have to train with the X-Men. At this school mutants learn to control their powers and I expect you to respect the other students here. That's it? Yes. And for that I get a free room and meals every day? Yes. You've got a deal. School starts on Monday and you will need to have a last name for me by Friday. I'll have Bobby show you to your room." Bobby? A minute later a tall boy with dirty-blond hair entered. "I would like you to show Matthew to his room. No problem professor. This way."

Two hours later and I was wondering how the professor could have given me all this for free. There has to be a catch. Maybe there's a maniac with an axe waiting in the dining room. But, as it turned out, there was not a maniac with an axe waiting in the dining room. There was, however, a girl dressed in black with brown hair. She turned to look as I entered and looking into her green eyes I got the feeling she was determining how best to kill me. Of course this just made me want to tease her. "See something you like? I do not trust you," she responded. "Hello to you too. It IS a lovely afternoon isn't it? Thanks for asking." She didn't appear to hear me and wandered off. "What's her problem? She's Logan's clone," Bobby explained. "And there are two things to remember about her; she has no sense of humor, and she can gut you like a fish. Damn. Bad combination for me." Bobby grinned at that and led me onto the grounds.

The minute I stepped onto the grounds I could smell it. Fear. "Why is everyone afraid? What do you mean? I can smell their fear. Oh, some nut attacked the mansion a couple days ago. He put up a pretty good fight and then ran. They're just worried he might come back. You don't seem afraid. Are you used to people assaulting your home? Actually, yeah. We get attacked by all kinds of things. Giant robots, crazy mutants, we even had an assassin attack once. Did the assassin kill anybody?" Is he joking? I guess there was a catch after all. "She knocked everybody unconscious and then ran away. She came back later and she lives here now." They have an assassin living with them? Definitely a catch. "Who is she?" I asked, resolving to keep an eye on her. "She was the one in the kitchen." Well that would explain the look she gave me. "The one you were teasing remember?" Oh shit. Out of all the people living here the first one I meet is an assassin with no sense of humor who I start making fun of? My luck is abysmal. My thoughts must have shown on my face because Bobby quickly said,"Hey don't worry. Laura wouldn't attack you for no reason."

I didn't have any time to consider the thought because just then a furry blue thing appeared in a cloud of smoke and I reacted completely on instinct.

I brought my fist up underneath its chin, and my foot lashed out towards its chest. The kick never struck because in another cloud of smoke he disappeared and re-appeared ten feet away. "Ach mein gott! Vhat vas zat for?" He asked, rubbing his chin. I was staring at my hands. What the hell was that? When did I even learn to do that? "I looked back up quickly. "I'm really sorry, I just acted on reflex. Reflex? Yeah, right. Who attacks a person because they were startled? Bobby laughed and said,"Don't worry about it Matt, Kurt's tough. He can take a punch. Ack, I can take a punch fine but that... felt like you had metal hands." Metal hands? Maybe that punch did more damage than I thought. "No metal hands here." I held them up. He looked at them suspiciously before dismissing the incident with a wave. "It's no problem. Just don't make a habit of it. You need to meet ze rest of ze students."