Hey, everyone. I wanted everyone to know that this is my first story on this site. I hope all of you enjoy it. It's based in my own universe and I really wanted to challenge myself by writing about characters that I don't know a lot about, but always wanted to. Some things I changed based upon what I wanted for my reimagined story of if the X-men were starting now. And some things from comics/ movies are made now. I will be reading more X-men comics and I'm excited to learn more about them and FanFiction. So please enjoy.
Giants and the Davids Among Us
Cottage brick houses, forgotten kisses of old-school bigotry, and a time long since forgotten. Homes of cavemen given to their new Metropolitan sweethearts next history was being taught at Xavier's school in a particular mansion for gifted youngsters. A teacher fiddled with the electronic pen. She struggles with the urge to tap the pen against the board to make the ink come out. Before giving up, she turns to call upon her class,
"As you can see, guys. Unlike many reports would tell you, mutants have been around for far longer than just currently. As a matter of fact, our patriotic super-soldier received help from a Canadian counterpart. And yes—he was a mutant."
She smiles; waiting for the onslaught of blank stares, the apathetic and poorly planned looks at their phones in their desks. She searches for any sign of interest in her ocean of educational barrage of monologues. And with heaven forbidding, she finds one.
"Yes, Warren." She says.
He puts his hand down, moving his hands as he talks. He's comfortable speaking. She notes that he sounds more like a politician than their own mayor. "Yes, I was just wondering if you find it a little inappropriate to be teaching us this." Much more.
She tilts her eyebrow, "I'm sorry?"
"I know that you're trying to make us understand mutants. I get it. See, my older brother's friends are mutants. But don't you think that you're exasperating their struggle by constantly putting focus on it?"
The teacher smirks. It's obvious, he's parroting from his family. Thankfully, a parrot has no original ideas of their own.
She retorts, "Don't you think it's strange that you can barely focus on a struggle that isn't yours?" He slumps into his seat.
Even though he might have been on the other side of the philosophical world, she still gratefully welcomed his thought process. Change happens through open discussion.
Around this time, another boy wraps his arm around Warren's shoulder. The two look like they could have been cousins. Both have blonde hair and both with blue eyes. "Don't slouch like that, Warren. Just cause Ms. Well gave you a fatality." Bobby laughed. The only difference was Bobby's hair was a lot shinier's with frosted tips and his eyes didn't have airport duffel bags underneath of them.
"Make no mistake," Ms. Well exclaims, "I'm not just telling all of this to you for you to have a greater understanding and appreciation for the world and differences surrounding you," She moves between the aisles with a face prouder than any of their own mothers could make. "I'm telling you all of this because many of you may already carry the Mutant Gene. And will find out just exactly how you are differently-abled."
Warren looks over at a redhead in the back while smirking at a classmate next to him, "Yeah, you too can be like that mutie spokesperson in the back. I hope she ends up looking like a bug." He laughs while Bobby laughs with him, although without a smile on his face.
At this moment, Jean stands up onto her desk and begins a speech. "All of you make fun of me for being a mutant. Go ahead and laugh. At least I know who I am." She asks and without hesitation, another kid chimes in.
"No, we make fun of you because you're standing on your desk every class period and always preaching at us. Like I don't care what you are, sit down, bitch. You're a little too light to be Martin Luther King." They don't even look up from their phone as they say all of this.
Everyone in the class starts laughing and that's when the teacher has to take control of the situation, "You really shouldn't stand on your desk, Jean. I shouldn't have to keep reminding you."
"Sorry, Ms. Wells."
"And as for you, Jackson, you shouldn't call a woman a bitch." She said.
"I didn't call a woman a bitch, I called a bitch a bitch. What the problem is?"
Not even rubbing her fingers across the delicate hairs of her eyebrows could stop her from scrunching up her nose in annoyance. "Principal's office. Now…" She turns to look around her class and sees one of her students sweating heavily with his head down on his desk. From the location, she recognizes it belongs to Scott Summers. "Scott? Scott, what's wrong?" The sweat forms in a little pool.
Hastily, Ms. Wells begins making her way over to the desk. Again, trying to get Scott to respond. "What's wrong, Scott?" His breathing has become erratic. The class' attention becomes engulfed in this man. Half of them assumed he put too much dip in his mouth. Finally, she reaches her arm out to touch him and before she can: he tilts his head up and blasts a red, polarizing beam out of his eyeballs and towards the ceiling. Leaving behind indentations in the cement. Tears stream down his face.
"Everybody calm down!" She exclaims. But chaos has already been wrought.
Warren points, "Holy shit! He's fucking mutie."
Jean puts her hands out as if he was a wild animal. "Hey, it'll be okay. It's okay." A fair assumption to make since he was hollering louder than any zoo pet.
"Indeed it will be, Ms. Grey." A voice reaches out to her from where she could not tell. Then suddenly, a wheelchair rolls into the room. "Now, Mr. Summers. I must ask that you put your hands over your eyes." He asks calmly.
He cries with pain and the further continuation of the beams displays his reluctance. "I assure you, Mr. Summers. You will be alright. This is a precautionary measure for us." Again, Jean couldn't tell where that voice was coming from.
With great hesitation, he puts his hands over the top of his eyes and the beam stops. Part of him winces as he does the motion, expecting his own hand to be blasted off, and yet…nothing. The only thing he sees is utter blackness.
"Hello, Ms. Wells." The man in the wheelchair says to her.
She smiles back as if he was her hero, "Why Professor Xavier, what a surprise seeing you here. I have to tell you that I am grateful to see you. I can tell you made Mr. Summers coming out a lot smoother than I had." Her smile transfers to Scott, at least his condition has stabilized, she thinks.
"You're right. Now, we just have to get him on the football team and we might start winning some games." Warren chuckles.
"Mr. Worthington!"
"What? Everyone knows that mutants are better athletes." He leans back in his chair.
At this, the Professor laughs. "Well, I better see you on tryouts for the football team as well Mr. Worthington…because you are a mutant too." Warren collapses out of his chair, not able to pinpoint why he can hear the voice so clearly and causing the class to laugh at his expense. While a member of the staff helps Scott to the principal's office.
"What?"
"You possess the mutant gene too. But you've always known that, haven't you? I assume that's why you've always had a problem with mutants. Because your parents—"
"You're wrong! I am accepting of mutants!" Warren exclaims to the class. "Just not ones who will constantly try shoving that shit down my throat every five seconds like the ginger in the back. My best friend is Bobby and he's a mutant."
Bobby's smile fades as if he saw the truth. It doesn't matter how much you trust someone—their worthiness of it will not change. His mouth is left agape and his eyes are full like the moon's. The betrayal scent can be wafted into the halls.
"That's enough, Mr. Worthington." The Professor states.
The class goes into an uproar, comments made by various with no distinctive way to pinpoint them.
"What's the statistic? 1 in 6 are a mutant? Our class certainly blows that out."
"Surprised they all don't form some mutie fucking orgy."
"God mutants are so fucking annoying."
"Why does everything get to be about them?"
"I could always tell Warren was a mutie. It's always the most against it. Man, can't even be honest with himself. He's got to come out of the closet for real."
All of these voices and ideas, make Professor Xavier sigh and close his eyes. With the fate of these four children, he must confront parts of himself that he had long abandoned. For their safety and peace of mind, he must admit..
"Children, they are not the only ones before you are a mutant. The truth is…so am I."