I don't own any of the real X-Men or members of the Brotherhood, nor do I
own the Sentinels, or Principal Kelly or most anyone else; in fact the only
two characters that I own (so far) are Nasian and William (Demitri belongs
to my friend John). Anyway, this is going to focus mostly on the original
characters with some additional focus on Kurt (you have to love the fuzzy
one). There will definitely be foul language (courtesy of William) and
violence (courtesy of everyone) in this story, and maybe some sex too,
though I am not sure on that one just yet. Anyway, on with the fic!
"" = words
## = psychic communication
** = thoughts
Chapter 1 - Draco
I wanna run away (and never say goodbye)
I wanna know the truth (instead of wondering why)
I wanna know the answers (no more lies)
I wanna shut the door (and open up my mind)
Linkin Park - Run Away
It was another typical day at the Xavier Institute. Well, as typical is
could be since the publication of the existence of mutants. Scott, Kurt,
Jean and Rogue were lounging about in the kitchen when a more than
unexpected summons came.
#X-Men, suit up and assemble in the hangar, now. #
The four teens quickly complied with orders and headed towards the
"I vonder vat's up, ze professor sounded vorried."
"I don't know Kurt, maybe Magneto is up to something again."
"Ah dunno Scott, this doesn't feel lahk Magneto tah me."
"Well, we'll know when we get to the hangar."
"Jean's right Rogue, ve vill just have to vait."
* * * * * * * * *
When they got to the hangar the sight of Logan, Storm, Evan, Kitty, and Mr.
McCoy in their uniforms greeted them. The professor was visible in the
cockpit of the Blackbird and he waved everyone on board. "Everyone,
please, we must hurry."
"What's up Chuck, bucket-head up to something again?" asked Logan.
"No Logan, Magneto is just as inactive as usual. Cerebro found a mutant in
the Scottish country-side that is quite interesting and who is likely a
danger to others as well as himself."
"It seems rather unlike you, Charles, to be so worried about one mutant who
is so far away when there are over a dozen who need help within easy
reach," said Storm. "What is so dangerous about this one boy that makes it
so that we need to rush off in such a hurry?"
"The area that he is hiding in is starting to suspect his nature and will
possibly decide to try to harm him; if that happens then I can only guess
at the devastation that he will leave in the wake of defending himself.
Cerebro has concluded that his mutation not only gives him great
destructive power but it might also make him more prone to violence."
"That, like, sounds pretty serious professor, so, like, why do we all have
to come along?" asked Kitty.
"Because, I think that, should he choose violence, he would prove to be too
hard to handle without the whole team working together. I have a great
respect for this boy's powers and I am almost certain that, if we do not
reach out to him, Magneto will."
"You make this boy sound like he is a great dragon out of an old Scottish
"You have no idea how close you are Hank, no idea."
* * * * * * * * *
*Why did ye decide to go back to bloody Scotland? Did ye think that ye
would get treated any different 'ere than ye did back in London? The
blokes about 'ere may be slow but if ye keep leavin' 'em clues they're
gonna figure ye out real quick anyway. Ye need to quit killin' those damn
sheep, git yerself a real job and earn yer food. Bloody Shait Will; if ye
keep it up the bloody bastards 'ill start goin' after yer' arse, maybe even
try to kill ye; not that they stand a chance of pullin' it off. *
William McNeal haphazardly considered his current existence as he wandered
about the Scottish countryside, traveling from ruined castle to ruined
castle and occasionally stealing sheep for food. His yellow, reptilian
eyes constantly darted all over the place, constantly analyzing what he had
subconsciously come to consider his territory. His firm facial features
and pointed ears were their natural, dark green color that showed the true
leathery texture of his skin, a rare occurrence due to his nearly constant
need to hide himself from the rest of the world. His three fingered,
clawed hands, were stuffed into the pockets of his unusual trench coat and
his unusual black hair with it's dark green ends swayed with each slouching
step that he took. His black leather coat had a large dark green oval on
the back that had two lines that went under his arms and around his sides
before curling up to his shoulders coming out of it and which also had
matching green trim along the front edge, beneath the collar. On top of
his shoulders, at the ends of the green lines, were short, white dowel
looking things that didn't really seem to go with the outfit. Beneath the
coat he wore a black muscle shirt that showed the great definition of his
pects and abs and around his waist was a wide, thick, dark green belt that
totally hid the upper inch of his loose black leather trousers. Peeking
out from the large pants were a pair of shoes that seemed too big, even for
someone who was at least 5'9" when slouching and who was probably over 6'
when standing straight.
He continued his walk over the highlands, trying to get to the next castle,
when suddenly a large, black jet flew over his head. With an awesome
display of maneuverability, the Black Bird decelerated and turned about
before landing right in front of him. William stared hard at the jet as
the entry ramp lowered to the rocky ground. He was rather surprised when
an old bald man in a wheelchair and a tailed, furry blue elf descended from
the plane. The Professor wore quite proper clothes and had a stern but
benevolent look to him. Kurt was the one that really caught William's
attention though. William noted every detail from the number of Kurt's
toes, to his hands, to his tail, to his yellow eyes, to his fanged smile.
"Hello William." The fact that Charles knew his name surprised him and
quickly put him on his guard. "Don't worry, there is no need to be afraid,
my name is Professor Charles Xavier, and this young man beside me is Kurt
Wagner, sometimes called Nightcrawler. I am the founder of the Xavier
Institute for Gifted Youngsters and I was wondering if you would like to
join us there?"
William's nostrils twitched as he tried to determine whether or not the
Professor was lying. "What's the catch?"
#The catch is that you will have to learn how to keep control of your
powers, something that you and I both know is far easier said than done. I
will not lie to you and say that I can protect you from normal humans or
from other mutants; in fact, if you come with us you will likely be in even
more danger than you are here. You will also have to let go of your rather
solitary nature to an extent and learn how to work with a team. #
"How the hell did ye do that?" William growled, "And how the hell did ye
know about me, more to the point, how did ye even find me?"
"Ze Professor is a telepath," supplied Kurt. "I on ze oder hand." BAMF!
"Am a teleporter," he finished from his new position; which just so
happened to be right in front of William. "Like ze Professor said, I'm
Kurt Vaugner, nice to meet jou." Kurt offered his two-fingered hand to be
William was startled by the friendly German but easily hid it and, after a
moment's deliberation, pulled his own unique hand out of his pocket and
shook hands. "Name's William McNeal, ye still didn't answer two of me
At that time yet another blue furred mutant came down the ramp. "The
answer both questions is in a computer that the Professor built called
Cerebro; it is a machine that locates mutants and analyzes their powers.
I'm Dr. Henry McCoy, but please, call me Hank or Beast, one of the teachers
at the Institute, it is a pleasure to meet you." As he ambled over to the
quite intrigued William the rest of the team came down the ramp. "These
are some of the other students and teachers at the Institute. The young
man with the visor is Scott Summers or Cyclops, the young lady with red
hair that stands next to him is Jean Grey, next to her in with the white
bangs is Rogue, then Logan who goes by Wolverine, the girl with the
ponytail is Katherine Pryde."
"I go by Kitty or Shadowcat, Mr. McCoy," Shadowcat interrupted.
"Yes, of course, I apologize. Where was I? Ah, yes. The woman in the
cape is Ororo Munroe or Storm. X-Men, this is. Oh, I'm sorry, I have yet
to catch your own name, how rude of me."
"William McNeal. I go by William or." he paused, waiting a moment to make
sure that he had their full attention, "Draco."
That is it for the first chapter, hope that you people like it. Later!