Ice
Teh Sexy Monkey Queen
Well, now that I'm back, let's get the next issue rolling. Here now is the first three origins out of six. If I posted EVERYTHING, it would likely be too long for this. With only three origins, it's already 13 pages long on word! Anywho's, here's the issue now, so enjoy!
My name is Charles Francis Xavier. I founded the X-Men because I believe this world can co-exist with both humans and mutants alike. I searched for those were able to help me in my cause that would one day rid of the hatred that fills the hearts of those who wish ill against us. I brought together six mutant outcasts to do just that.
Cyclops. Iceman. Jean Grey. Colossus. Beast. Wolverine.
And then we found Storm during a mission in Africa.
Now if only the world can see the good that can come from this…
The Canadian team known as the Alpha Flight came unannounced looking for Wolverine and the 'Xavier Files'. After a quick brawl with them, the X-Men found out the truth that Xavier was keeping from them. The truth about how to defeat the X-Men with weakness of their powers. After Wolverine put a stop to the fight and gave what he said were the files to Guardian, leader of Alpha Flight, they left back home, keeping Bruce Banner as their prisoner.
With now knowing such an unnerving fact about the Xavier Files, the X-Men team leaves for the night to cool off, even Wolverine.
ESSENTIAL X-MEN #29
CAMP NIGHT
PART 1 OF 2
"ORIGINS"
The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning-
The next day
Jean's Room:
Jean's room was painted a vibrant red. On the wall to the right of her door, which faced opposite of her window on the other side of the room, was a 'Phantom of the Opera' movie poster that was framed and signed. On Jean's dresser were pictures of herself as a little girl in a ballerina's outfit. Her T.V. was right next to her closet, which had more clothes than it could fit.
As Jean prepared herself for the trip she and the others were going to take, she couldn't help but feel as something wasn't right. She had a worried look on her face that sooner or later, something very bad was going to happen. Jean then stopped thinking about and finished packing her bag. She picked up her bag and placed it outside her bedroom's door, and decided to pay Scott a visit, whose room was just three doors down.
Scott's Room:
Scott packed his bag with he was going to take with him on the night out. He had his bag on his bed. Scott's room was filled with a lot of posters of the Beatles. Scott didn't have much in his room. He had his stereo on the left side of his room, and his T.V. next to the corner of the little hallway that led to the room's door. Scott did have his own closet, like every bedroom, but unlike Jean's, it wasn't overfilled. Scott's closet had everything organized neatly, all the way down to his shoes and shoe boxes.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Scott said without even looking back to see who it was.
"Hey there. You almost ready?" Jean asked looking innocent.
"Yeah, I'm almost done. Just fixing some thing here," Scott replied Jean. He still didn't look back to talk to her to her face.
"Listen Scott," Jean began to tell him. "We all feel the same-"
"I'll meet you downstairs. We should be leaving in about 15 minutes or so," Scott interrupted her on purpose; not wanting to talk about the Xavier Files, which he knew Jean was referring to. Jean didn't understand why it was hurting Scott the way it was. But she knew when to leave things alone when they should, so she left the room to get her bag and meet the others downstairs.
Bobby's Room:
Bobby laid on his bed listening to his ipod with his bag already packed. Bobby's room was more packed the other rooms, even more than Hank's whose room was filled with beakers, a chalkboard and science books. And more so then Peter's room with all the weight lifts he has. Like Jean, Bobby also has movie posters on his walls, but mostly of Jackie Chan, Vince Vaughn, Star Wars, and Lord of the Rings. He had his comic books stacked next to his dresser, which on the dresser he had pictures of him with Opal. Next to the pictures, he left a Sports Illustrated issue of the Swimsuit Edition.
Bobby looked at his watch and saw it was 10 minutes to 4. He quickly got up from his bed, grabbed his bag, and ran downstairs.
The Main Foyer
10 minutes later-
Everyone was waiting for Scott who still hadn't come down from his room. Bobby, Hank, and Peter were all together telling each other jokes and laughing. Jean talked with Ororo and shared with her "secrets" for how to keep her finger and toenails clean and shiny. Wolverine stood next the door as he lit a cigar and began to smoke it.
Next to the stairs at the top, Scott barely came into view. It was as if he was studying the others.
Look at them. Acting as if nothing happened yesterday. How can they be happy with knowing what we know now? Don't they think about what else could be hidden from us? Scott thought to himself, putting his head down and sighing. He soon headed downstairs and went straight for the door.
"Let's go guys. We're leaving as of now. Everyone better have everything they need. Hank, you packed our food, correct?" Scott went on.
"But of course," replied Hank.
"Uh, Scott? Shouldn't we let the Professor know we're leaving?" Bobby asked.
"Let's hurry this up. Leaving now will have us at the camp site within the hour or so," Scott told the group, ignoring Bobby's question. Bobby had a puzzle look to his face. Everyone just picked up their belongings and met Scott at the van they were taking to the site.
On one of the second floor windows peeked out a depressing Charles Xavier.
The Camp site
5:08 p.m.-
The X-Men's van pulls up to the destined location, as Scott puts the brake on. Everyone gets out with their bags and begin to put them on the ground. Scott gets out the van and just stares into the distance.
"Hank, Bobby, you guys get the firewood. The rest of us will set up camp," Scott told them as Bobby and Hank went to do their job. Everyone began to set up the tents and get the area ready for the firewood.
As Bobby and Hank gathered the firewood, Bobby asked Hank about Scott's current emotional condition.
"What do you think? I mean, he totally acted as if I didn't ask him anything. I mean, I'm pissed about those files, too, but you don't see me, or any of use, taking it the way he does," Bobby asked Hank.
"But what you must perceive, dear Robert, is that we all have different customs of expressing our angers and fears. As for Scott, being Xavier's first and foremost X-Man, and the past the two shared, it would wound him the most being not trusted to know of such files," Hank explained.
"Well, I think we have plenty of firewood for the night. Let's head back now," said Bobby, grabbing tightly the firewood he held. The two turned around and went back to meet the others.
That night-
"So now what do we do? Share ghosts stories? 'Cuz I got plenty to tell," Logan asked as he took out another cigar and lit it with the campfire's fire.
"Do you ever stop with those, Logan? They are not healthy you know," Ororo told him.
"Listen doll, ya don't have ta worry about what's not healthy for me. Trust me on that. Now, I know we just ain't gonna sit here an' do jack-%*$@, right?"
"Ghosts stories are for kids. We should talk about something else. Something like what our lives were before we became X-Men or something. That seems better to me," suggested Bobby.
"Not bad of an idea. I'll go first. Seems rightly so since I was Xavier's first student," Jean volunteered. No one else said anything, so she continued on.
6 years ago-
The Professor first came to me 6 years ago, when I was 12. Few weeks before he came, I had a friend who accidentally killed herself with her dad's gun. Or at least, that's what the cops say. I never believed them. She never touched the safety clip. She knew it was on, and she kept pulling the trigger. I begged her to stop, but she wouldn't. Suddenly I had a headache…I collapsed…and the gun went off.
Everyone thought I went unconscious because of what happened. My best friend had just shot herself in the face. And it was my fault. I mean, I was traumatized, who wouldn't be? I could never stop thinking about that that. I would hear her voice in my head every night. I couldn't even cry myself to sleep, is how bad that was. My parents couldn't take it anymore. They tried everything they could with doctors, psychiatrist, whoever; but none of it worked. Every night her voice would come back to haunt me.
Then one day, my mother and I went grocery shopping. Everything was going fine. No headaches, no voices, nothing. By the time we reached the deli section, I had a quick shiver. I just shook off thinking it was the cold I felt from the meat section that was right next to us. I went ahead of my mother to grab some cookies and chips. That's when all hell broke loose on me.
Within running to the chips and soda isle, I quickly fell, just like that. I began to have a seizure and I distinctly remember people screaming for someone to call 911. My mother came and tried to hold me still, but that doesn't help. What's worse is that everything in the store, and I mean everything, began to float in the air. Couple seconds later everything came crashing down. The store had just lost their entire inventory.
Now everyone went into a panic mode. But one man was calm and came to my mother's side. He had said to her, "Madam, my name is Charles Xavier. I believe I have the means to help your daughter."
So a couple of days later after sorting everything out with the cops, Xavier came back and told my mother that he was currently living in Scotland with his wife and step-son, being in the States for a meeting with an old friend. He told her there was a school he taught at in Scotland where he could help me with my problems.
My parents were excited of course, that there was someone and something that would finally help me. But when they asked what was wrong…well, they didn't take it too lightly at first.
"A WHAT?! My daughter is no damn mutant! I've heard of these these things! They're nothing but stupid freaks of nature!" My dad kept yelling over and over and over. He was sounding like a broken record.
Then Xavier psychically calmed him down. Not by controlling him, but talking to him on a much calmer level. Xavier never lost his cool. After much explanation and a few margaritas later, my parents began to understand mutation on a larger scale. Hell, my dad even began to teach it in his science courses at NYU after they allowed him to.
So I was soon away with the professor in Scotland. It was so beautiful living there. The professor taught me what I was and what I could do. At first I could levitate things, learning that I was a telekinetic. But soon I also found out I was a telepath when I heard the professor talking to himself in his head.
3 Years ago-
Three years later, the professor had now been in a wheel chair for 2 years. He told me an old friend of his had done this to me on a trip he made to somewhere called the 'Savage Land'. I was wondering why he hadn't come back in a while, leaving me in the care of his ex-wife, Moira. He told me all about her. About she divorced him after spending all that time with me the first year I was there.
1 year ago-
After being back and living only a couple of hours away from my parents, Xavier told me of his plans about creating a team to help mutant kind. He always had plans for this, but now that mutants were really on the radar, he felt the time was right. He told me he had met a boy named Scott Summers the year before on one of his trips here from Scotland, while he was still teaching me. He never had taken Scott, for whatever reason, he never told me. But now he went himself to get him.
The here and now-
"You see, before getting Bobby, Scott and I had met the others last year, and before that too I think, but never had them in mind for the team because the Professor wanted someone else who he had in mind. But when that didn't work out, we went back and recruited them just six months ago, with getting Bobby a week later," Jean ended her story as the fire died a bit and adding more firewood.
"Wow. So were you the first X-Men member?" Bobby asked as he pulled a soda out of the food bin.
"No, actually, I was," Scott answered for Jean. "Jean was the first student, but she wasn't asked to be a member until we go the others, even though she helped recruit them."
"Well, then, what's your story Mr. First X-Men member ever?" Bobby jokingly asked.
After giving a deep sigh, Scott began to tell his tale.
21 years ago -
"Push! Come on, stay with us."
"You can do it honey."
"Shut up Christopher! I want to see you do this!"
"Wahhhh."
"Congratulations. You have a healthy baby boy."
"Look at him, isn't Scott the most beautiful baby you've seen?"
"Scott?"
"Yes, it's a good strong name."
"Scott it is. Look at those eyes. So bright and full of life."
19 years ago -
"Sorry Scott. Alex is very sick and we can't go to the movies."
"But dad..."
"Quit being a baby. Your brother needs you."
"I don't care about him."
"Scott please."
Scott looked at his mom. She looked weak and on the verge off tears. Scott said nothing and went to his room.
13 years ago -
"Are you okay, Alex?"
"I'm fine, Scott. I don't need your help."
"There were 2 of them. They would have beaten you into the ground."
"I could have handled it. So mind your own business."
11 years ago -
"Are we ready to go boys?
"Yes, dad"
"Good. Now get in the plane."
1 1/2 hours later -
"What's the matter? You going to tell them I have these."
"Where did you get those Alex?"
"Calm down, they are just harmless fireworks."
"Give them no me."
"No"
Scott grabbed for them and they started fighting. Scott pinned Alex to the ground.
"Stop being a brat and give them to me."
"No! I'm sick of you always telling me what to do."
"Alex, you're glowing."
"GET OFF ME!"
A bright yellow flash spread out all though the plane. Scott shielded his eyes from the light. The plane started to shake violently.
"What's going on back here?"
"Dad?"
He looked at Alex who was unconscious on the ground.
"What happened Scott?"
"Christopher!"
He ran to the front of the plane to his wife who flying.
"The instruments aren't responding. We're going down."
"We only have the one parachute."
He ran back and got it. He went to Scott.
"Put this on and strap your brother in."
"But dad what's happening?"
"Scott! Just do what I'm telling you son!"
"But dad! I don't want you and mom to stay here! Don't leave us!"
"You need to live! Now stay still while I strap on you and Alex together!"
"Please, dad! You can't leave us! We need you and mom!"
"Don't argue with me Scott! You need to be brave for me now! You need to be the strong older brother to Alex. He needs that right now."
"Come with us! Please don't leave!"
"Scott, listen to me. This is the last parachute there is. And I'll be damned to hell if I let any of you two die. You're going to live on. Protect your brother."
"Dad…mom…I love you."
"We love you, too Scott. You and Alex, both."
"Christopher! Hurry it up! I can't keep the plane straight!"
"Good-bye, Scott and Alex. We'll always love you both."
2 years ago -
"I don't know what happened, mr..."
"Xavier."
"Ok Mr. Xavier. Some kids were picking on him and all of sudden there was this bright red flash. The kids are in the infirmary but are fine. We didn't know where to turn to."
"I assure he will be in the best care."
"But he also has a brother. He never shown any signs like this. He doesn't know about any of this."
"I think it would be best just for me to take both of them."
Elsewhere -
"I don't know what happened Alex. They just poured out of my eyes."
"I don't want to leave here. We don't know anything about this guy Scott. He could be trying to exploit you."
"I think that he wants to help."
"Well you do want you want. I'm staying."
Today-
"And well…you know the rest," Scott said as he stared at the campfire.
"So this is the name brother that you said was broken out of that prison, da?" Peter asked as he put his hand on Scott's shoulder.
Scott took a few seconds to answer, and then replied, "…Yeah. Yeah, it's him."
"Well Scott, believe it or not, I know how you feel when it comes to problems with your brothers and sisters," Peter said trying to comfort Scott. "Perhaps I shall go now."
4 years ago.
"It's Pietr! Pietr!" Someone shouted through the cold Siberian air. Voices responded, and people ran in various directions. Everyone was drawn towards a crowd, surrounding a 15-year old boy.
"It's the Rasputin boy!" An elderly man shouted over the din, pointing at the boy in the centre. Instead of skin, he seemed to be coated entirely in metal.
"He's a mutant!"
4 years ago.
"So, you work for us, and we make sure you're secret is safe, right comrade?" The overweight man known as Boris explained. His breath stunk so much, Pietr had to look away.
"Having second thoughts, are we?" Boris blew his putrid breath back into Pietr's face, and grabbed his arms.
"No, I'll do it," Pietr responded.
"Congratulations Mr. Rasputin, you now work for the Red Mafiya."
3 years ago.
"You're only sixteen?" Viktor asked, cradling a gun. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and was blowing smoke out.
"Yes, does that matter, comrade?" Pietr replied.
"Well, I'm just wondering why someone like Boris picks someone like you for this mission, as you are only a child."
Pietr smiled. "He picked me because I can do things you can't possible imagine."
3 years ago.
"I'm going to do something mother," Pietr explained to his mother, who was busy cooking soup in the kitchen.
"You're always doing something, Pietr," his mother turned to him and grinned. "You're a busy young man."
"I know, but this time it's different… once I do this, I might not see you again."
"Don't be silly, I'll always be here for you. What is it? Do you have a lady or something?"
"No, it's just that I've got a job… working for some people… um, I have to go overseas for a bit."
"Oh Pietr, I'm so proud of you!" his mother stopped what she was doing and hugged her son. "You're finally doing something with your life, more than what your brother did! If Illyana was still here, she'd be so proud of her big brother!"
Upon hearing these words, Pietr crouched down. He missed little Illyana so much. Someday, he thought, someday he'd get revenge.
3 years ago.
"After months of trying, we're finally here, comrades," Boris glanced towards Pietr and Viktor, and a group of other Russians.
"So this is what America is like huh?" Viktor grinned. "It doesn't look much better than Mother Russia, huh comrades?"
"Anything's better than Russia," Pietr spoke up. "Let's do this already."
3 years ago.
"There's a mutant! He's made of metal!" Someone cried as Pietr ran into a bunch of people. Many of them were sent flying. Once he was in his metal form, he was a human colossus. Nobody could stop him.
Pietr was interrupted by the sound of gunfire. He turned around to see Boris aiming a gun at a young girl.
"Boris! What are you doing?!"
"The crying, comrade. Doesn't it annoy you so?"
"She's a girl! Barely older than Illyana was when Mikhail…"
"I let her go, and she runs away, crying for people to help. In minutes police will be swarming all over this place, and we'll be arrested and deported back to Russia. Do you want to go back to Russia and face the firing squad, comrade?"
"No… but you can't kill her." He grabbed the gun that Boris was holding and pulled it apart.
"What are you doing Pietr?!"
"I'm through being your lackey."
"You abandon me now and the whole world will know you're a mutant, you hear me? I've made sure it was a secret this whole time, killing people who got close to revealing the truth. How would it be to let your mother know you're the one who lifts tractors and robs banks?"
Pietr ignored him and kept walking away.
"I know things Pietr, things that can ruin your stupid excuse for a life!"
Pietr paused, and turned around. An evil grin crept across his face.
"There's one way to fix that then, comrade," he then looked towards the little girl. "Look away, this is about to get messy."
2 years ago.
"You've spent a year running from those who hate and fear you, Pietr, isn't it time you stopped?"
"I can't. I murdered the one man whose secrets could ruin me. I can't let them catch up with me now."
"Professor Xavier… he can help you."
"No, I don't want to hear about your professor."
"You don't have to lie from me Pietr. I'm a telepath. I can read your thoughts. You're not running. You're looking. Who's Illyana, Pietr?"
"Illyana was... is my little sister. My brother, Mikhail, he did something to her… something I do not understand… but I know she can't be dead! I must find her!"
"Then join us Pietr. We will help you find your little sister."
"But… I'm a criminal. I don't belong in a school."
"How 'bout we let that be our little secret, huh, Pietr?"
1 year ago.
"You told me a year ago that you would keep my sins a secret. Do you still keep this promise?"
"Of course Pietr. I wouldn't do anything to ruin our friendship.
"Then why did you come to me, Jean?"
"The professor. He has a machine, Cerebro. It tracks mutants. If Illyana was a mutant…"
"You want me to tell the professor about little Illyana? You want me to possible think that Illyana could be out there, as a mutant? No, Illyana cannot be a mutant. The world would be too cruel for her…"
"I'm sorry Pietr."
"It is ok. I will tell the others about what happened sooner or later… I just need time to fit in."
"Very well, Pietr."
"Thank you. And by the way… it's Colossus now."
Today-
Everyone stared at Peter for a second before gathering their thoughts to know what to say to him.
"Uh…wow, dude. How…how old is your sister now? I'm not trying to be mean, and I don't know the situation of course, so I don't want to say was…or…anything…," Bobby tried to ask Peter as politely as he could without trying to sound like a heartless person. If Bobby was anything, that wouldn't be part of his personality.
Peter answered him, "It is ok, comrade. Wherever my dear Illyana is at, she would be around eight years old by now. Illyana is alive. I can feel it in my heart."
"My good Russian companion, we are always here for you," Hank said to him. "So I guess I shall set off now with my chronicle?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Want to know the rest? Come back to read the other's origins!
Origins in this issue written by:
Jean Grey- Ice
Scott Summers/Cyclops- thee great one
Piotr (Peter) Rasputin/Colossus- ProjectX2
My name is Charles Francis Xavier. I founded the X-Men because I believe this world can co-exist with both humans and mutants alike. I searched for those were able to help me in my cause that would one day rid of the hatred that fills the hearts of those who wish ill against us. I brought together six mutant outcasts to do just that.
Cyclops. Iceman. Jean Grey. Colossus. Beast. Wolverine.
And then we found Storm during a mission in Africa.
Now if only the world can see the good that can come from this…
PREVIOUSLY IN ESSENTIAL X-MEN:
The Canadian team known as the Alpha Flight came unannounced looking for Wolverine and the 'Xavier Files'. After a quick brawl with them, the X-Men found out the truth that Xavier was keeping from them. The truth about how to defeat the X-Men with weakness of their powers. After Wolverine put a stop to the fight and gave what he said were the files to Guardian, leader of Alpha Flight, they left back home, keeping Bruce Banner as their prisoner.
With now knowing such an unnerving fact about the Xavier Files, the X-Men team leaves for the night to cool off, even Wolverine.
ESSENTIAL X-MEN #29
CAMP NIGHT
PART 1 OF 2
"ORIGINS"
The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning-
The next day
Jean's Room:
Jean's room was painted a vibrant red. On the wall to the right of her door, which faced opposite of her window on the other side of the room, was a 'Phantom of the Opera' movie poster that was framed and signed. On Jean's dresser were pictures of herself as a little girl in a ballerina's outfit. Her T.V. was right next to her closet, which had more clothes than it could fit.
As Jean prepared herself for the trip she and the others were going to take, she couldn't help but feel as something wasn't right. She had a worried look on her face that sooner or later, something very bad was going to happen. Jean then stopped thinking about and finished packing her bag. She picked up her bag and placed it outside her bedroom's door, and decided to pay Scott a visit, whose room was just three doors down.
Scott's Room:
Scott packed his bag with he was going to take with him on the night out. He had his bag on his bed. Scott's room was filled with a lot of posters of the Beatles. Scott didn't have much in his room. He had his stereo on the left side of his room, and his T.V. next to the corner of the little hallway that led to the room's door. Scott did have his own closet, like every bedroom, but unlike Jean's, it wasn't overfilled. Scott's closet had everything organized neatly, all the way down to his shoes and shoe boxes.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Scott said without even looking back to see who it was.
"Hey there. You almost ready?" Jean asked looking innocent.
"Yeah, I'm almost done. Just fixing some thing here," Scott replied Jean. He still didn't look back to talk to her to her face.
"Listen Scott," Jean began to tell him. "We all feel the same-"
"I'll meet you downstairs. We should be leaving in about 15 minutes or so," Scott interrupted her on purpose; not wanting to talk about the Xavier Files, which he knew Jean was referring to. Jean didn't understand why it was hurting Scott the way it was. But she knew when to leave things alone when they should, so she left the room to get her bag and meet the others downstairs.
Bobby's Room:
Bobby laid on his bed listening to his ipod with his bag already packed. Bobby's room was more packed the other rooms, even more than Hank's whose room was filled with beakers, a chalkboard and science books. And more so then Peter's room with all the weight lifts he has. Like Jean, Bobby also has movie posters on his walls, but mostly of Jackie Chan, Vince Vaughn, Star Wars, and Lord of the Rings. He had his comic books stacked next to his dresser, which on the dresser he had pictures of him with Opal. Next to the pictures, he left a Sports Illustrated issue of the Swimsuit Edition.
Bobby looked at his watch and saw it was 10 minutes to 4. He quickly got up from his bed, grabbed his bag, and ran downstairs.
The Main Foyer
10 minutes later-
Everyone was waiting for Scott who still hadn't come down from his room. Bobby, Hank, and Peter were all together telling each other jokes and laughing. Jean talked with Ororo and shared with her "secrets" for how to keep her finger and toenails clean and shiny. Wolverine stood next the door as he lit a cigar and began to smoke it.
Next to the stairs at the top, Scott barely came into view. It was as if he was studying the others.
Look at them. Acting as if nothing happened yesterday. How can they be happy with knowing what we know now? Don't they think about what else could be hidden from us? Scott thought to himself, putting his head down and sighing. He soon headed downstairs and went straight for the door.
"Let's go guys. We're leaving as of now. Everyone better have everything they need. Hank, you packed our food, correct?" Scott went on.
"But of course," replied Hank.
"Uh, Scott? Shouldn't we let the Professor know we're leaving?" Bobby asked.
"Let's hurry this up. Leaving now will have us at the camp site within the hour or so," Scott told the group, ignoring Bobby's question. Bobby had a puzzle look to his face. Everyone just picked up their belongings and met Scott at the van they were taking to the site.
On one of the second floor windows peeked out a depressing Charles Xavier.
The Camp site
5:08 p.m.-
The X-Men's van pulls up to the destined location, as Scott puts the brake on. Everyone gets out with their bags and begin to put them on the ground. Scott gets out the van and just stares into the distance.
"Hank, Bobby, you guys get the firewood. The rest of us will set up camp," Scott told them as Bobby and Hank went to do their job. Everyone began to set up the tents and get the area ready for the firewood.
As Bobby and Hank gathered the firewood, Bobby asked Hank about Scott's current emotional condition.
"What do you think? I mean, he totally acted as if I didn't ask him anything. I mean, I'm pissed about those files, too, but you don't see me, or any of use, taking it the way he does," Bobby asked Hank.
"But what you must perceive, dear Robert, is that we all have different customs of expressing our angers and fears. As for Scott, being Xavier's first and foremost X-Man, and the past the two shared, it would wound him the most being not trusted to know of such files," Hank explained.
"Well, I think we have plenty of firewood for the night. Let's head back now," said Bobby, grabbing tightly the firewood he held. The two turned around and went back to meet the others.
That night-
"So now what do we do? Share ghosts stories? 'Cuz I got plenty to tell," Logan asked as he took out another cigar and lit it with the campfire's fire.
"Do you ever stop with those, Logan? They are not healthy you know," Ororo told him.
"Listen doll, ya don't have ta worry about what's not healthy for me. Trust me on that. Now, I know we just ain't gonna sit here an' do jack-%*$@, right?"
"Ghosts stories are for kids. We should talk about something else. Something like what our lives were before we became X-Men or something. That seems better to me," suggested Bobby.
"Not bad of an idea. I'll go first. Seems rightly so since I was Xavier's first student," Jean volunteered. No one else said anything, so she continued on.
6 years ago-
The Professor first came to me 6 years ago, when I was 12. Few weeks before he came, I had a friend who accidentally killed herself with her dad's gun. Or at least, that's what the cops say. I never believed them. She never touched the safety clip. She knew it was on, and she kept pulling the trigger. I begged her to stop, but she wouldn't. Suddenly I had a headache…I collapsed…and the gun went off.
Everyone thought I went unconscious because of what happened. My best friend had just shot herself in the face. And it was my fault. I mean, I was traumatized, who wouldn't be? I could never stop thinking about that that. I would hear her voice in my head every night. I couldn't even cry myself to sleep, is how bad that was. My parents couldn't take it anymore. They tried everything they could with doctors, psychiatrist, whoever; but none of it worked. Every night her voice would come back to haunt me.
Then one day, my mother and I went grocery shopping. Everything was going fine. No headaches, no voices, nothing. By the time we reached the deli section, I had a quick shiver. I just shook off thinking it was the cold I felt from the meat section that was right next to us. I went ahead of my mother to grab some cookies and chips. That's when all hell broke loose on me.
Within running to the chips and soda isle, I quickly fell, just like that. I began to have a seizure and I distinctly remember people screaming for someone to call 911. My mother came and tried to hold me still, but that doesn't help. What's worse is that everything in the store, and I mean everything, began to float in the air. Couple seconds later everything came crashing down. The store had just lost their entire inventory.
Now everyone went into a panic mode. But one man was calm and came to my mother's side. He had said to her, "Madam, my name is Charles Xavier. I believe I have the means to help your daughter."
So a couple of days later after sorting everything out with the cops, Xavier came back and told my mother that he was currently living in Scotland with his wife and step-son, being in the States for a meeting with an old friend. He told her there was a school he taught at in Scotland where he could help me with my problems.
My parents were excited of course, that there was someone and something that would finally help me. But when they asked what was wrong…well, they didn't take it too lightly at first.
"A WHAT?! My daughter is no damn mutant! I've heard of these these things! They're nothing but stupid freaks of nature!" My dad kept yelling over and over and over. He was sounding like a broken record.
Then Xavier psychically calmed him down. Not by controlling him, but talking to him on a much calmer level. Xavier never lost his cool. After much explanation and a few margaritas later, my parents began to understand mutation on a larger scale. Hell, my dad even began to teach it in his science courses at NYU after they allowed him to.
So I was soon away with the professor in Scotland. It was so beautiful living there. The professor taught me what I was and what I could do. At first I could levitate things, learning that I was a telekinetic. But soon I also found out I was a telepath when I heard the professor talking to himself in his head.
3 Years ago-
Three years later, the professor had now been in a wheel chair for 2 years. He told me an old friend of his had done this to me on a trip he made to somewhere called the 'Savage Land'. I was wondering why he hadn't come back in a while, leaving me in the care of his ex-wife, Moira. He told me all about her. About she divorced him after spending all that time with me the first year I was there.
1 year ago-
After being back and living only a couple of hours away from my parents, Xavier told me of his plans about creating a team to help mutant kind. He always had plans for this, but now that mutants were really on the radar, he felt the time was right. He told me he had met a boy named Scott Summers the year before on one of his trips here from Scotland, while he was still teaching me. He never had taken Scott, for whatever reason, he never told me. But now he went himself to get him.
The here and now-
"You see, before getting Bobby, Scott and I had met the others last year, and before that too I think, but never had them in mind for the team because the Professor wanted someone else who he had in mind. But when that didn't work out, we went back and recruited them just six months ago, with getting Bobby a week later," Jean ended her story as the fire died a bit and adding more firewood.
"Wow. So were you the first X-Men member?" Bobby asked as he pulled a soda out of the food bin.
"No, actually, I was," Scott answered for Jean. "Jean was the first student, but she wasn't asked to be a member until we go the others, even though she helped recruit them."
"Well, then, what's your story Mr. First X-Men member ever?" Bobby jokingly asked.
After giving a deep sigh, Scott began to tell his tale.
21 years ago -
"Push! Come on, stay with us."
"You can do it honey."
"Shut up Christopher! I want to see you do this!"
"Wahhhh."
"Congratulations. You have a healthy baby boy."
"Look at him, isn't Scott the most beautiful baby you've seen?"
"Scott?"
"Yes, it's a good strong name."
"Scott it is. Look at those eyes. So bright and full of life."
19 years ago -
"Sorry Scott. Alex is very sick and we can't go to the movies."
"But dad..."
"Quit being a baby. Your brother needs you."
"I don't care about him."
"Scott please."
Scott looked at his mom. She looked weak and on the verge off tears. Scott said nothing and went to his room.
13 years ago -
"Are you okay, Alex?"
"I'm fine, Scott. I don't need your help."
"There were 2 of them. They would have beaten you into the ground."
"I could have handled it. So mind your own business."
11 years ago -
"Are we ready to go boys?
"Yes, dad"
"Good. Now get in the plane."
1 1/2 hours later -
"What's the matter? You going to tell them I have these."
"Where did you get those Alex?"
"Calm down, they are just harmless fireworks."
"Give them no me."
"No"
Scott grabbed for them and they started fighting. Scott pinned Alex to the ground.
"Stop being a brat and give them to me."
"No! I'm sick of you always telling me what to do."
"Alex, you're glowing."
"GET OFF ME!"
A bright yellow flash spread out all though the plane. Scott shielded his eyes from the light. The plane started to shake violently.
"What's going on back here?"
"Dad?"
He looked at Alex who was unconscious on the ground.
"What happened Scott?"
"Christopher!"
He ran to the front of the plane to his wife who flying.
"The instruments aren't responding. We're going down."
"We only have the one parachute."
He ran back and got it. He went to Scott.
"Put this on and strap your brother in."
"But dad what's happening?"
"Scott! Just do what I'm telling you son!"
"But dad! I don't want you and mom to stay here! Don't leave us!"
"You need to live! Now stay still while I strap on you and Alex together!"
"Please, dad! You can't leave us! We need you and mom!"
"Don't argue with me Scott! You need to be brave for me now! You need to be the strong older brother to Alex. He needs that right now."
"Come with us! Please don't leave!"
"Scott, listen to me. This is the last parachute there is. And I'll be damned to hell if I let any of you two die. You're going to live on. Protect your brother."
"Dad…mom…I love you."
"We love you, too Scott. You and Alex, both."
"Christopher! Hurry it up! I can't keep the plane straight!"
"Good-bye, Scott and Alex. We'll always love you both."
2 years ago -
"I don't know what happened, mr..."
"Xavier."
"Ok Mr. Xavier. Some kids were picking on him and all of sudden there was this bright red flash. The kids are in the infirmary but are fine. We didn't know where to turn to."
"I assure he will be in the best care."
"But he also has a brother. He never shown any signs like this. He doesn't know about any of this."
"I think it would be best just for me to take both of them."
Elsewhere -
"I don't know what happened Alex. They just poured out of my eyes."
"I don't want to leave here. We don't know anything about this guy Scott. He could be trying to exploit you."
"I think that he wants to help."
"Well you do want you want. I'm staying."
Today-
"And well…you know the rest," Scott said as he stared at the campfire.
"So this is the name brother that you said was broken out of that prison, da?" Peter asked as he put his hand on Scott's shoulder.
Scott took a few seconds to answer, and then replied, "…Yeah. Yeah, it's him."
"Well Scott, believe it or not, I know how you feel when it comes to problems with your brothers and sisters," Peter said trying to comfort Scott. "Perhaps I shall go now."
4 years ago.
"It's Pietr! Pietr!" Someone shouted through the cold Siberian air. Voices responded, and people ran in various directions. Everyone was drawn towards a crowd, surrounding a 15-year old boy.
"It's the Rasputin boy!" An elderly man shouted over the din, pointing at the boy in the centre. Instead of skin, he seemed to be coated entirely in metal.
"He's a mutant!"
4 years ago.
"So, you work for us, and we make sure you're secret is safe, right comrade?" The overweight man known as Boris explained. His breath stunk so much, Pietr had to look away.
"Having second thoughts, are we?" Boris blew his putrid breath back into Pietr's face, and grabbed his arms.
"No, I'll do it," Pietr responded.
"Congratulations Mr. Rasputin, you now work for the Red Mafiya."
3 years ago.
"You're only sixteen?" Viktor asked, cradling a gun. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and was blowing smoke out.
"Yes, does that matter, comrade?" Pietr replied.
"Well, I'm just wondering why someone like Boris picks someone like you for this mission, as you are only a child."
Pietr smiled. "He picked me because I can do things you can't possible imagine."
3 years ago.
"I'm going to do something mother," Pietr explained to his mother, who was busy cooking soup in the kitchen.
"You're always doing something, Pietr," his mother turned to him and grinned. "You're a busy young man."
"I know, but this time it's different… once I do this, I might not see you again."
"Don't be silly, I'll always be here for you. What is it? Do you have a lady or something?"
"No, it's just that I've got a job… working for some people… um, I have to go overseas for a bit."
"Oh Pietr, I'm so proud of you!" his mother stopped what she was doing and hugged her son. "You're finally doing something with your life, more than what your brother did! If Illyana was still here, she'd be so proud of her big brother!"
Upon hearing these words, Pietr crouched down. He missed little Illyana so much. Someday, he thought, someday he'd get revenge.
3 years ago.
"After months of trying, we're finally here, comrades," Boris glanced towards Pietr and Viktor, and a group of other Russians.
"So this is what America is like huh?" Viktor grinned. "It doesn't look much better than Mother Russia, huh comrades?"
"Anything's better than Russia," Pietr spoke up. "Let's do this already."
3 years ago.
"There's a mutant! He's made of metal!" Someone cried as Pietr ran into a bunch of people. Many of them were sent flying. Once he was in his metal form, he was a human colossus. Nobody could stop him.
Pietr was interrupted by the sound of gunfire. He turned around to see Boris aiming a gun at a young girl.
"Boris! What are you doing?!"
"The crying, comrade. Doesn't it annoy you so?"
"She's a girl! Barely older than Illyana was when Mikhail…"
"I let her go, and she runs away, crying for people to help. In minutes police will be swarming all over this place, and we'll be arrested and deported back to Russia. Do you want to go back to Russia and face the firing squad, comrade?"
"No… but you can't kill her." He grabbed the gun that Boris was holding and pulled it apart.
"What are you doing Pietr?!"
"I'm through being your lackey."
"You abandon me now and the whole world will know you're a mutant, you hear me? I've made sure it was a secret this whole time, killing people who got close to revealing the truth. How would it be to let your mother know you're the one who lifts tractors and robs banks?"
Pietr ignored him and kept walking away.
"I know things Pietr, things that can ruin your stupid excuse for a life!"
Pietr paused, and turned around. An evil grin crept across his face.
"There's one way to fix that then, comrade," he then looked towards the little girl. "Look away, this is about to get messy."
2 years ago.
"You've spent a year running from those who hate and fear you, Pietr, isn't it time you stopped?"
"I can't. I murdered the one man whose secrets could ruin me. I can't let them catch up with me now."
"Professor Xavier… he can help you."
"No, I don't want to hear about your professor."
"You don't have to lie from me Pietr. I'm a telepath. I can read your thoughts. You're not running. You're looking. Who's Illyana, Pietr?"
"Illyana was... is my little sister. My brother, Mikhail, he did something to her… something I do not understand… but I know she can't be dead! I must find her!"
"Then join us Pietr. We will help you find your little sister."
"But… I'm a criminal. I don't belong in a school."
"How 'bout we let that be our little secret, huh, Pietr?"
1 year ago.
"You told me a year ago that you would keep my sins a secret. Do you still keep this promise?"
"Of course Pietr. I wouldn't do anything to ruin our friendship.
"Then why did you come to me, Jean?"
"The professor. He has a machine, Cerebro. It tracks mutants. If Illyana was a mutant…"
"You want me to tell the professor about little Illyana? You want me to possible think that Illyana could be out there, as a mutant? No, Illyana cannot be a mutant. The world would be too cruel for her…"
"I'm sorry Pietr."
"It is ok. I will tell the others about what happened sooner or later… I just need time to fit in."
"Very well, Pietr."
"Thank you. And by the way… it's Colossus now."
Today-
Everyone stared at Peter for a second before gathering their thoughts to know what to say to him.
"Uh…wow, dude. How…how old is your sister now? I'm not trying to be mean, and I don't know the situation of course, so I don't want to say was…or…anything…," Bobby tried to ask Peter as politely as he could without trying to sound like a heartless person. If Bobby was anything, that wouldn't be part of his personality.
Peter answered him, "It is ok, comrade. Wherever my dear Illyana is at, she would be around eight years old by now. Illyana is alive. I can feel it in my heart."
"My good Russian companion, we are always here for you," Hank said to him. "So I guess I shall set off now with my chronicle?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Want to know the rest? Come back to read the other's origins!
Origins in this issue written by:
Jean Grey- Ice
Scott Summers/Cyclops- thee great one
Piotr (Peter) Rasputin/Colossus- ProjectX2
