Chapter Two: An Agreement

"He's a little old to be just receiving his powers, isn't he?"

"Who is he?"

"What the hell happened to him?"

"He could be working for Magneto."

"He's just a kid."

"You don't think a kid could be a threat?"

Two people were arguing somewhere close to him and they were no longer bothering to keep their voices down. Killian wished they would just shut up, his head was killing him, in fact, his whole body was aching. He vaguely remembered the bar, the pain but that was it.

"Storm, the boy smells unnatural."

"Logan, how can you say that!"

"I can say it because that's how he smells!"

Logan was obviously male if his voice was anything to go by. Rough and gruff sounding and yet protective all at the same time. This man was a protector Killian could tell by his voice that he was because he used to have had that same protective tone when he spoke. Logan he also knew took his job very seriously if he thought that Killian was a threat at this moment when he could barely think then Killian would have no chance.

Storm, was a woman who's voice held power and yet calmness and love. She had a protective quality in her voice as well and yet it was so different from this Logan's. So much more motherly. But this woman was unpredictable the warning was obvious in her voice. She could do a 180 mood change very quickly. It reminded Killian of Harry's time in the Caribbean when the weather changed in the blink of an eye.

But no matter what information Killian was able to naturally gain from there voices he wished they would stop talking all together and leave him the hell alone. He also wished that the insistent beeping of what sounded like a muggle heart monitor would be cut off.

It was odd that no had noticed the change in his heart rate and how it continued to speed up but then again the two others in the room were to busy arguing with each other to notice that the person they were arguing about was awake and in distress. Distress was probably not the best word to use perhaps the right words was pissed off.

Calm yourself, no is going to hurt you. The voice echoed throughout his mind soothingly but it had the opposite effect that it had intended. Instead of calming down Killian became more enraged as he sat up violently surprising the two others in the room.

Says the man who won't show himself. Perhaps I have a reason to not be calm.

I am coming and you will see that you have no reason to fear.

I don't fear you. I just hate cowards.

Then we have something in common.

Before Killian could answer the door to the room that he was in opened and in rolled an older bald man. Said man was in a wheel chair and had a look of serene calmness on his face. Killian did not trust him one bit. Killian trusted no one. Especially a telepath and a powerful one at that.

"Easy Logan." The bald man said calmly but firmly. With his words Killian snapped his head to the side and stared at Logan. It was frightening how unobservant he had been while in his mind argument with the bald man.

Logan, was in essence an animal. Everything from his hair, to the feral glint in his eyes, to the way he was crouched down ready to lunge, to the good foot sized metal claws sticking out from his knuckles; screamed animal. He had a ruggedness that made him handsome and though Killian wouldn't admit it to anyone it also made him downright sexy.

Storm was an African American woman who was a natural beauty. In Fact everything about her seemed to scream natural or perhaps it was nature. Either way there was something intriguing about her.

The room he was in looked like a muggle hospital room with hospital beds and heart monitors, IVs with the white sterile walls. It was everything that Killian hated about hospitals. He quickly noticed that there was only one door and no windows. He cursed inwardly because he realized that there were now three people in his way of his escape.

"What do you want?" Killian asked sharply his tone was soft and commanding. The same tone he had used when he was questioning the prisoners they had taken during the war. It spoke of death and torture if one did not comply to what the voice was asking. Logan growled at the sound and Storm took a step back while the bald man merely remained impassive.

"Well, the list of what I want could take very long to tell but as to what I want with you is to merely know your name." Killian raised an eyebrow at that and stared at him in disbelief. He knew that this man was a mind reader but not a legimens as he himself was.

"You should already know my name, mind reader." Killian spat. The bald man was to calm and Killian was to edgy and that was never a good combination for anyone involved.

"I did not wish to invade your privacy." The bald man said politely.

"Right. Then what the hell do you call what you did a few moments ago." Killian's voice was sarcastic and as sharp as a knife.

"A necessary precaution but I do apologize if I offended you in anyway. Perhaps we could talk in a more private setting?" The bald man's eyes were hopeful but his face gave nothing away. Killian could not tell if he deliberately made his eyes look like that or if just had a really bad flaw in his poker face.

Killian regarded the man in front of him weighing the pros and cons of that particular situation. He wanted to get out but he also did not know where he was at and he couldn't run around mindlessly wherever he was hoping to come upon and exit. And yet if he went with the bald man there was a chance it was a trap he could not rule out that these people might be connected with the Britain wizarding world.

It was not a common occurrence to find an ally with your enemy but Killian or more like Harry had seen it done. Harry Had been friends with a vampire clan helping them try and get rights that all sentient beings should get. The ministry tricked them into believing that Harry was secretly betraying them by telling them some facts that they had only told Harry. The thing was, was that Dumbledore had read his mind before he had known how to block his mind and was really the one telling things. The ministry had slaughtered the entire family. The children were stabbed 16 times or more the youngest had been three the oldest ten. The women they had cut out there hearts after they were incapacitated with their own grief having been made to watch their own children murdered. The men were shown the most and least amount of mercy for they had been made to watch it all but they were killed the quickest and fastest by a single stake to the head.

Harry had never trusted the ministry after that nor had he trusted Dumbledore again. Dumbledore had said it was necessary that they had been distracting him and now that they were gone he could focus on his mission again. Harry had told him that he would complete his mission but that he promised that him, Albus Dumbledore would not live long enough to see the war end. Harry had stuck to his word and Dumbledore hadn't lived to see the war end not that it truly had ended anyway. Harry had killed him but no suspected it fore he was the golden boy and played the grieving hero very well.

It was for that reason that Killian from Harry memories did not trust mind readers fore he remembered them to be sneaky and cruel beings who if you turned your back for only a second would stab you in the back with no remorse. But He also knew that if he went with the bald man that he might find an escape route. Either way it didn't look very good but Killian was a gambler and he knew that now was a time to not amp up the ante but to just coast for right now and wait until the right moment and put his cards on the table so to speak. Basically get the hell out of dodge.

"Fine. We'll talk but they leave first then you and then I'll follow." Killian told him curtly. Logan snorted and when Killian turned to look at him he found that the man was looking at him sarcastically.

"Right like we'll let you walk out behind us for all we know you could stab us in the back, Bub." Killian almost laughed but he hadn't laughed in a long while now and wasn't about to start when there was nothing humorous about the situation.

"That's funny. That's what I'm protecting myself from. Only it would be one of you doing the stabbing or should I say just you?" Killian looked down at the three long metal claws that were protruding from each hand. A shadow passed over Logan's face and for just a few seconds he faltered. Killian smirked before turning back to the Bald man with a raised eyebrow.

"That will be fine. Though you do not need to worry about being hurt while here. Not even Logan will go against my orders if he wishes to remain here." The bald man said calmly. It was odd Killian decided that he talked so calmly about Logan's behavior as if it was a common occurrence. Killian decided that if it was a common occurrence then he had even more reason to be uneasy and cautious.

"Forgive me but there's only so long that you can keep an animal in its cage before it escapes and once that happens you never get the same control that you used to have." Killian's voice had grown dull as if he knew that statement as if it were fact and in a sense it was.

"Well that's good to know if I ever wish to control him. Now Logan Storm please head out in front of us. We can finish this conversation up in my office." The bald man told him gently. Killian tried to find some fakeness in it but much to his frustration he couldn't.

Logan looked as if he were about to object but one look from the bald man and a nudge to the ribs by Storm had him closing his mouth and walking away in a huff. Storm followed him soon after deciding to go to her gardens and think. The bald man nodded at Killian before he to turned his chair around and wheeled out of the room. With one more glance around the room Killian sighed before following the man hesitantly.

Once out of the room they only traveled a short distance before they reached an elevator. The bald man pressed the up arrow and after a few seconds the door slide aprt and they both got on. Every muscle in Killian's body was tensed and ready to move at any moment in order to strike or counter an attack. He knew that the old man wouldn't be able to attack him physically but mind readers had ways to immobilize their enemies .And telepaths were even worse.

Five minutes later they were both in a spacious office that had dark wood everything. Killian had seen no exits or anything that could resemble an exit and so had made no break for it. The man wheeled behind his desk and stared at the still standing Killian. The bald man looked as if he were about to say something before changing his mind with a small shake of the head.

"My name is name is Charles Xavier this is my school for gifted children. Otherwise known as Mutants. This is their safe haven from the horrors of this world." Killian snorted at that. What horrors could these kids possibly know if everyone was always shielding them from it. How did they ever learn to protect themselves from those horrors if they did not know what they were.

"Killian. I don't care. and where's the door so I can leave." Killian felt a twinge at his rudeness, Harry had been raised polite, but Killian was far from it.

"I don't think you want to do that." Xavier said simply. Killian felt the hair on the back of his neck rise and every instinct that had been honed my months on the street and years of training kicked in.

"Are you threatening me?" Killian asked though he already knew the answer. He knew a threat when he heard one.

"Killian you almost single handedly killed not only everyone in that bar but on that block including yourself. I suppose that this isn't the first time that your power has caused harm but that it was never to this extent. This place, this school is here for people like you. Who need help controlling their abilities. Many of which can be dangerous without that control not only to themselves but to others. We could help you, I could help you." Xavier's voice was blunt and straight to the point but Killian like he always did found a fault in the man's logic.

"I don't think there's anyone like me, Xavier." Killian told him a cold and a slightly sadistic smile on his face. Self loathing shone from his eyes and a hatred that was directed to everyone and everything.

Killian did not want to stay in this place knowing that it would only bring trouble but he also knew the man spoke the truth. His powers he could no longer ignore and if he was anything he was self preserving. He had survived a war, Harry had survived abusive relatives, but he didn't know if he could survive if his power got out of control again. And the part of him that was still Harry cried and felt guilty over the thought of hurting innocent people.

They would have hurt us if we hadn't hurt them first. Killian told him trying to make him feel better

You hurt them not me. I wouldn't hurt innocents, we were meant to protect them. I at least haven't forgotten that. Harry cried back at him.

The innocents betrayed us. You are me and I am you. We are one. Don't forget that.

They did not know about the death eaters that still were around. They did not know that they killed those girls, that they raped them. All they saw was us covered in said girls' blood with our hands on one of the girl's pants trying to pull them back up. They did not know!

They didn't wait to hear our side either, did they? Why must you always see the good in everyone? Killian asked in exasperation.

Why must you always see the bad? Harry's voice was heartbreaking and Killian felt himself wilt a little. It was his job to protect both himself and Harry not to hurt him.

Killian tuned out the voice in his head as he turned to Xavier. it killed his blackened soul to do it but he knew that he must for both his own and Harry's sake.

"We.....I'll stay. But only till I get control of my abilities. After that I'm gone." Killian was ready to fight Xavier on that last point but Xavier merely nodded.

"Ok. I want you to meet someone here, they'll help you around just until you figure out the place for yourself. I think you'll find that he's more like you then you think." Killian did not feel like arguing on the idiocy of that statement and so he kept quiet.

Minutes passed and just as Killian was about to stand up and leave the door opened and in walked Logan, looking confused and annoyed. It made for an amusing expression Killian mused.

"What do you need Chuck?" He asked his voice just as gruff as Killian thought it would. Killian could tell two things about the man. One he was a feral and two he was a dominate. Killian felt annoyed as Harry shivered in delight at that thought.

Don't even think about it or I'll suffocate you.

You wouldn't, you love me to much.

Be glad of that. Killian said gruffly back to him.

"I need you to show Killian here around the school for a while just until he gets used to everything." Xavier told him while pointing to Killian who was still standing but was now more in the corner.

"Chuck, you can't be serious. This kid can't be trusted any more then Magneto and his crew can be. Hell he's probably with them." Killian felt annoyance at being called a kid and at the fact that he didn't know this Magneto person and was still being accused of being with him.

"I'm not saying the boy is innocent or that eh doesn't have a past. But something tells me that, that past isn't related to Magneto. I think you'll find you have a lot in common with him if you give him the chance." Xavier told him softly.

Logan looked as if he were a about to reply but was beat to it by Xavier.

"Please, Logan. If you don't trust him what better way to keep an eye on him then showing him the mansion." Killian snorted as he heard the clear manipulation in his voice. By the look on Logan's face he knew what it was as well.

"Fine but I swear if he steps one toe out of line in any way that could endanger the students or anyone else in this house I will deal with him." Logan did not try and make it so Killian could not hear that threat. Killian could respect that though it put him on edge and ready for anything. Harry on the other hand thought it was sweet that he was so protective over the people in the mansion. Killian gave Harry a mental shove that caused him to stutter before quieting down and sulking.

"Come on, Kid lets go." Logan called as he walked to the door. Killian felt his veins go cold and even Harry mentally scowled in disgust.

"We....I'm not a dog and I have a name. Why don't you try and use it." Logan looked at him for a minute.

Alright, Killian. Now lets go kid." Annoyance turned to anger at the blatant disrespect. Killian hated being mocked and laughed at it was worse then being beaten in a fight. And the what added salt to the wound was that no matter how much Logan mocked him he had to go with him or else he wouldn't know where he was.

And the streets had taught him many things but the biggest being that when you're in unfamiliar territory then you stick close to someone who is familiar until you are as well. That lesson had never led him wrong and for that reason among others he swallowed his pride and followed Logan out the door.

A/N. You all are amazing .The response I got for the first chapter was stunning. Thank you so much. Next chapter Killian gets to meet everyone. And yes Harry does have two personality's.