AN: Not even 2 chs up and someoed 1 star. Wtf?!

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  The refle that stared back at me was not the one I expected. Gone was the pale, gaunt face I remembered; instead, there was a young man with a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and pierg greehat’s me before I got into the mafia mess and underground fights. I took off my clothes and checked my body. No scars or bruises. My body erfectly sculpted. How long had it been since I saw my body like this? Too long.

  The good thing is that my big guy downstairs is still intact. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God—no freak mutation or anything down there. I flexed my muscles. It wasn’t much, but with proper training and exercise, I could definitely bulk up a bit. Just a little bit would do.

  Suddenly, I heard a gasp from behind. I turned around and saw a girl with short brown hair, a blue shirt, and jeans standing behind me, her mouth wide open. Wait. How the heck did she get in? I’m pretty sure I locked the door.

  “What are you doing naked?” she squealed, c her eyes.

  “This is my room. Who are you? How did you get in? I remember log the door,” I asked without c myself. Why bother? I’m pretty damn handsome, if I say so myself. Besides, it’s my room, and she barged in, so...

  “Professor asked me t you to his office,” she said, peekiween her fingers. “And I got in with my powers,” she added as her eyes roamed my body.

  Powers, huh?

  “Which is?” I asked curiously as I put on my clothes.

  “I gh walls,” she said, blushing as she finally uncovered her eyes.

  “You are Kitty, right? Jubilee’s bestie,” I asked as I put on my shirt.

  “Yeah,” she nodded shyly.

  “I’m Aron, the new guy,” I introduced myself.

  “I know,” Kitty replied. “Everyone knows you. You’re the guy Jubilee bsted off twid almost killed.”

  Almost killed? Damn, that girl’s powerful.

  “Wait. Everyone knows me because she bsted me off?” I asked, fused.

  “There’s that, and there’s a rumoing around that you’re suffering from amnesia and...” Kitty said with an awkward expression as she walked toward me.

  “And?” I raised my brows.

  “That you’re kinda unstable,” Kitty whispered.

  Unstable? Me? I even have amnesia, which takes care of the memories part.

  “Unstable how?” I asked, genuinely curious.

  “I don’t know. From what I heard from Jubilee, who heard it when Logan was talking to Storm, who heard it from the Professor, you nearly killed Jean and the Professor when they went to rescue you from the b st week. You also took Scott’s beam without getting hurt, and his mutation almost disappeared. Then you punched Logan hard enough to send him flying through a wall. That’s all I know. So, if you don’t mind me asking, did you really do all that alone?” Kitty said as she stepped bad looked around the room without a care. I mean, she did hear all those things about me being unstable and now saw me pletely naked, yet she was ag casual.

  “Wow, I did all that? Well, not that I remember anything. I only remember my hat’s it,” I answered holy. I mean, I don’t have any reason to lie to her.

  The bell rang outside.

  “Oh, look at me, I kept babbling nonstop. Let’s go. The Professor is waiting for you,” Kitty said as she walked through the door as if it was nothing.

  Dang. Reading ics or watg a movie is ohing, but seeing it live right in front of my eyes is a whole other experience. Anyway, I just hope that baldy Professor doesn’t get into my head. Oh, who am I kidding? Hope, the power that brought me into this reality, gave me some kind of mind-prote power.

  We walked to the Professor’s office. There was a bald man in a wheelchair with a kind smile.

  “Hello, Aron. I hope you had a good rest,” the maed me warmly.

  “Yes, sir,” I nodded.

  “Kitty, I guess you have your history ext, right?” he asked her.

  “Yep. See you ter, Aron,” Kitty waved a.

  “Take a seat,” he gestured to the chair in front of the table.

  I sat down.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked kindly.

  “Fine, I guess,” I answered.

  “I see. The’s move on to the main topic, shall we?” the Professor spoke.

  “Sure,” I nodded.

  “You don’t remember anything, do you?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “Other than my name and some vague stuff, nothing else. And right now, I’m doing my best to keep my calm. You know, everyone around me using powers and all... Then those rumors.”

  He leaned forward. “I see. You must be fused about what is happening here. Let me expin. You are in Xavier’s School fifted Youngsters, or the Mutant Academy if you prefer that term. I am Professor Charles Xavier, headmaster of this academy. I am a mutant as well, and my mutation gives me telepathic abilities.”

  “Like reading minds?” I asked. I’ve got to act right now. I’m ly sure if I have any mind-prote power, but if Hope is real, then I might have one. So, my best option is to py my cards right.

  “Yes, among other things,” he smiled.

  “So, did you get into my mind? Maybe you could tell me about my past,” I asked ily.

  “Unfortunately, I couldn’t pee your mind. It was as if there was some sort of protective wall surrounding it. So, I assume you have some kind of mental power. As for your past...” Before he could finish speaking, the door opened, and a red-haired woman in a white coat walked in. She had green irises and a beautiful face with freckles on her cheeks. Wow. My dy radar is going crazy. It must be Jean Grey!

  “I’m sorry for interrupting, Professor. But you should tell him the truth and save future troubles,” she said, looking at me.

  “Jean, he just woke up, and you wao drop that bomb on him?” Professor Xavier frowned.

  Drop what? Bomb? What are they talking about?

  “I think it’s better to tell him now rather than wait for him to lose trol,” Jean said calmly. “You don’t want to repeat the same mistake twice, do you?”

  Professor Xavier sighed heavily, his expression shifting from kind to serious, as though he was mentally preparing himself for what he was about to say. “Aron,” he began, his tone more solemn than before, “what I’m about to tell you may be difficult to process, but you must uand the truth about yourself. You are not who you think you are. The reason you ’t remember your past is because you don’t have one.”

  I frowrying to make sense of what he was saying. “What do you mean, I don’t have a past? I know my name, and...”

  The Professor nodded slowly. “Yes, those memories you have, the fragments you recall, are irely yours. They were impnted, pieces of a life that was structed for you during an experiment. The truth is, Aron, you are a e—an experimental creation that we discovered during our st mission. As for whose e you are, we have no information. We ran your face through our database, but... nothing so far.”

  A e? An experiment? Those bastards op. Anyway, I got a new life and a body, so all good for now. The only problem right now is my mutation. I don’t know what my powers are.

  Jean stepped forward, her expression sympathetic but firm. “We found you in a b, Aron. A facility where stists were dug illegal experiments on mutants. You were one of their creations, and from what we’ve gathered, you were engio be the ultimate on. When we found you, you were barely scious, but the power you unleashed in your fused state was... devastating.”

  ell me more. “Devastating? What do you mean?” I asked with a serious expression.

  “Wheempted to rescue you, you instinctively defended yourself. You didn’t knoe were, and in your panic, you almost killed Jean, Scott, Logan, and myself. The power you dispyed was beyond anything we had anticipated. Scott’s optic beams were absorbed by your body, as if they had no effect. Our powers were reflected back at us, and you fought with such force that even Logan, with his healing factor, was seriously injured,” the Professor expined.

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