A/N: Hey everyone it's yaoiboy167 here with The Final Chapter. This story is set 50 years after the end of the original X-men and all the original X-men are dead in it. So this story is all O/C. I'm currently accepting characters to be Heroes (X-men) and Villains (The Sisterhood of mutants) the Villains are all female. Characters can be Students or Teachers at the academy, members of the Sisterhood or anything in between (Neutral). They can also be related (Sons or Daughters) of members of the original X-men. This story contains homosexuality, homophobia, violence and discrimination. If any of those topics offend you then DON'T READ THIS STORY!
Please read the Authors Note at the end of this chapter for information on characters. I'll accept any character as long as it has enough detail.
Talking out loud/Narration: BlahBlahBlah
In head talking: (BlahBlahBlah)
Private Thoughts: BlahBlahBlah
Dreams and Flashbacks: BlahBlahBlah
Mark awoke in his sleeping bag after a long night filled with tossing and turning. The night was filled with nightmares about the reason he was here.
Mark's dad walked through the door, or perhaps a better word to use would be stumbled. Mark's father, Samuel Trent, was drunk, as he'd been since Mark's mother had left 6 years prior.
"Hey boy!" Samuel yelled from the living room "Get in here!".
Mark, or at this time Alan, walked into the room.
"Y-Yes Father?" Alan asked, his voice trembling. His father hadn't initiated a conversation with him since his mother left.
Samuel Trent was holding a shotgun in his hand. Alan was shaking in fear with tears forming in his eye.
"You remind me too much of your mother boy," the man said. "So as long as you're around I'll only ever see her."
Samuel's finger pulled the trigger. Once, twice, three times, four times, five times and finally he pulled the gun a , two, three, four, five, and finally six bullets flew from the gun. The instant they touched the 12 year-old's skin they turned around and flew at his father. Two of the the bullets lodged themselves in his father's beer belly, the other four lodged themselves in his forehead. The man stopped breathing instantly. Mark checked his father's pulse despite knowing that he was dead and instantly Mark's heart began racing. He had killed his father.
The boy ran into his room and started packing his possessions: seven pairs of underwear, four pairs of jeans, five t-shirts, three hoodies, a winter jacket, a pair of gloves and a hat, along with his only books, Eldest by Christopher Paolini and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. He tossed in his notebook that he used to recording his story ideas and his lucky pen that his mother had given him before she left. With much cramming and stuffing he was able to pack everything into his red and black duffel bag. After cleaning out his bedroom he moved onto the bathroom, taking his toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, a bar of soap, his Axe body spray and a box of band-aids. He put all the bathroom items in the side pockets of his duffel bag. In his pocket he put his cell phone, his iPod and all the money he found on his fathers bedside table, two hundred and fifty dollars. Alan knew it was theft but it didn't matter, he was already a murderer so stealing a couple hundred bucks wasn't much.
Alan left the house as soon as he heard the police sirens. Old Mrs. Figgins next door must have called them after hearing the gunshots. Alan went to the Vancouver Valu-mart and bought as much food as he could fit in his backpack: two bags of Oreos, a tub of peanut butter, a loaf of bread, three 1litre bottles of water, a large bag of chips, a box of crackers and two boxes of pop tarts, strawberry and chocolate chip. He went up to the counter and saw Mike, a pimply faced teenage boy who couldn't be more than four years older than Mark. Mike didn't ask him about why such a young boy was buying all these items, the staff was used to seeing the boy in the store alone when his father sent him out to buy food. As Alan left the Valu-Mart with his backpack filled with food he counted how much money he had left: two hundred and fifteen dollars.
He started walking with no destination in mind
Mark stood up and packed up his sleeping bag that he had bought at a Canadian Tire a week before. He checked the time on his watch, 4:37 PM. He paused for a moment, trying to figure out how that was possible. Then he let himself smile slightly: he had forgotten that his watch was broken. Mark sighed and continued walking even though his feet hurt so much he thought he was going to collapse right there. After nearly thirty-four days of walking he would have been surprised if he hadn't been in pain.
A few hours later, his feet padding sluggishly across the pavement of a street, his shoulders hunched, his whole body threatening to collapse, he finally saw his destination: The Xavier Institute For Gifted Youngsters. A true smile spread across his face as his breath, along with his pace, quickened. If he could just make it to the driveway, if he could just make it to the large black gates...
At that moment one of the teachers was outside taking a walk around the grounds. She pulled her jacket tighter around her and she looked over. That's when she saw an unconscious boy laying on the slightly snowy ground. She rushed over and noticed that the signs of frostbite had already set in. She knew that if she didn't do something soon the boy would freeze in the cold late November air. So Natasha Dugan did what any cyberpath would do, she sent an e-mail with her mind to Charlotte Xavier, the headmistress of the school. She got the reply in her mind within seconds:
(Bring the boy inside. Give him a blanket and lay him down on a bed.)
Ms. Dugan picked the boy up, noting that he was surprisingly light for a boy who appeared to be about 14 years-old. She laid him down on the bed in her room and bundled him up with some blankets. Two hours later he woke up to the sight of a woman with brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She was tall and skinny with fair skin. She was wearing a pair of denim jeans and a white blouse. She was sitting in a black leather chair reading a book, A Midsummer Night's Dream, by William Shakespeare. When Mark awoke she looked up from her book and smiled warmly at him.
"Who are you?" he yelled at the woman. "Where am I?"
"My name is Natasha Dugan," she replied calmly, as if she was used to people yelling at her like this. "I teach English here at the Xavier Institute"
Just then a woman walked in. She looked to be in her mid 30s with long blonde hair that flowed freely down her back. She was wearing a black dress with a straight neck line across the shoulders and long sleeves. She looked very regal, almost as though she was a queen.
(Natasha, may I borrow your room so I could speak to our guest?)
(Of course Ms. Xavier.)
(Thank you Natasha.)
Natasha stood up and left the room.
(Mr. Rivers my name is Charlotte Xavier.I'm the Headmistress of this school and I'd like to offer a place here as well as a permanent residence in the dormitories. If you take up my offer my trained staff will work with you on regular education and some... other lessons as well).
"How am I hearing you? You're mouth isn't moving," Mark asked.
(I am a mutant, and I believe you are as well. I hope you don't mind but I'm searching through your thoughts right now and I'm seeing that you appear to have the mutant ability to turn objects into weaponry and to also control them. An extremely interesting mutant ability, which will be very useful once it matures.)
"Excuse me?" Mark replied, confused. "You think I'm a mutant? And could you please stop with the mind talking? It's really scaring me."
(Yes. In fact I'm certain you are a mutant. Has anything ever happened when you were scared or upset? Something that you couldn't explain? Something that you never meant to happen? To answer your second question no I cannot stop with the as you called it 'mind talking' as vocally I am mute.)
"Oh s-sorry" Mark replied.
He thought about what the woman had said
"Yes," he said, completely certain. "There have been things that have happened that I couldn't explain." Mark paused and glanced down at his hands, which were folded on the blanket. Then he looked back up at Charlotte Xavier. "If your earlier offer is still open I'd like to accept it. I saw your brochure and I thought maybe I was a mutant... but now I'm sure. Your brochure also said that you could teach me to control my powers," Mark said, tears swelling in his eyes "I-I don't want to ever hurt anyone close to me again"
(I will find you a room at once. Until I do perhaps you should take a walk around the school and see if you can make any friends. Oh, and just so you know as long as you are a student here you will refer to me as Professor Xavier or simply Professor, understood?)
"Understood Professor."
While Mark was speaking to the Professor, a mutant known as Gravity was in an old library on a small, now abandoned island where she had found a book titled "Homo-sapiens and Homo-Superior" by Erik Lensherr. Intrigued she had flipped the book open. It started with a line that she instantly agreed with:
"Homo-sapiens are scum and deserve to be thrown into extinction."
The words struck Gravity, or Mariah Arebis, right in the heart. Her ex-husband had tried to shoot her when he found out she was a mutant. Since then she had decided she would find others like herself: powerful, female mutants with a vendetta against mankind, and create a group known as the Sisterhood of Mutants. Their goal: the complete extermination of the insects who called themselves "humans".
A/N: Hey everyone. I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter of "The Final Chapter". Next Chapter Mark will make some friends and maybe some enemies. If you want to submit a character for this story either leave the character bio in the form of a review for this story, a PM to me or E-mail me at . See the first chapter for a character outline. Please Review and send me characters. Homemade Chocolate Chip Cookies to anyone who sends a character. Flames will be used as a campfire for all the people who sent characters to roast smores.