Xavier's Men: Brotherhood (Chapter Two)

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(First off I'm gonna rate this T. Secondly I shall say the characters of Marvel are not of my own creations and all rights are reserved for Marvel, I just put my own spin on things. Lastly please feel free to leave comments. Enjoy)

Detroit, Michigan

They sat patiently in the X-Wing, the most advanced and high tech jet plane in the world, developed by the most intellectual minds on the planet, after Charles called in some favors, and funded by none other than Tony Stark himself. An hour had passed since they were in the Operations room getting briefed, but Sean and Kitty were still as psyched, if not more so, to be on their first mission. Mutants all over the country are starting to get riled up and cause trouble, there has been more mutant activity in the last month than the last year. The government have no idea what the cause of all this is, and due to the 'mutant civil rights act' passed in the seventies they can not, as of yet, do anything about it, so the X-men have been called in to get to the bottom of it. They were, at this moment in time, tracking a young mutant named Johnathan Kyle Dillon, an orphan with a criminal record for arson and the vandalizing of property, through Cerebro Xavier has discovered that John plans on blowing up a local school. That was where the X-Wing was now, hovering, waiting in stealth mode, monitoring activity below. It was a quiet night.

Doctor Hank McCoy, A.K.A Beast, was sitting quietly, reading, glasses perched at the end on his nose, wild blue fur, untamed, constricting his body like Virginia creeper, Hank was not one for grooming. Charles had offered to change that for him, he could be a regular looking human, a bit hairier than most, but at least not blue, Hank turned him down many a time, he liked it as a reminder, so he knew what he was fighting for, to be accepted, he would not conform until his goal was met. In his lap was perched the tale of Beauty and the Beast, a tale of which has become his favourite since the mutation. Sean and Kitty were at the back, quietly twittering away amongst themselves, between them they shared the headphones that lead down to Kitty's iPod, Sean was complimenting her 'professional' appearance in the outfit, she blushed. Up front flying the plane was Professor Alex and Professor Dietrich, A.K.A Havok and Magneto, it was difficult to see what they were doing from where Sean and Kitty sat but it appeared as though Havok was radioing in to the Mansion, whilst Magneto fiddled with radar controls. With a sudden beeping and burst of static, communications came up on the monitor, and a charmingly bright and handsome face came up on the screen.

"Good evening Brian" Erik said breezily to the monitor, the subtle joy of old friends reunited hidden within his tone. "Good morning Erik" said back the blond haired, blue eyed man, with a Cheshire Cat grin and a hearty chuckle. His name was Brian Braddock, leader of eXcalibur, known globally as Captain Britain. "Is it not a bit late for you to be up?" Erik queried, "Come now" said Brian "It is never too early to get a head start on the day" he grinned. "How is home?" Erik asked with fond memories of his life in Britain. "It is surviving..." Brian replied, "In fact, that is a lie. It is is striving! the strongest it has been for over a century" he exclaimed, pride written over his face. "That is good to hear old friend" Erik said with a wry smile, whilst things had improved in America, there was still a deep struggle amongst civilians and mutants. "Anyway," Brian began, "I have called to check in to ask what of your mutant activity" he stated, "what of it?" Erik asked, "well to be blunt, has it increased?" Brian put forward, a frown on his face, concern in his voice, Erik sighed "yes", radio silence "as I feared" came the voice of Britain, then there was a beeping on the radar, their man was here, "I'm sorry Brian, we must be off" he said hurriedly, a thank you was heard over the telecoms just before Erik shut them off.

Down below on the streets of Detroit walked a troubled young man, his name was John Dillon, a recently recruited mutant, he has done many bad things in his lifetime and witnessed far worse, deep down however he is a good kid,this is what Xavier could sense in him. It was an exceedingly dark night in Detroit, and any lights that weren't flickering or hanging loose off their frames, were distorted through drops of falling rain, John disliked rain. This young man had dark brown hair and eyes the colour of maple syrup, he was an attractive young man, not that he would know as he never hung around females and the people he knew were freaks. He had an unusual life. He wore dark jeans, a black hoody, which zipped up to cover a t-shirt in tribute of some famous rapper, he had cheap black trainers which had accompanied him for a couple of yeas now, and a black rucksack, disfigured by items he stored in it, around his neck hung a silver chain necklace with a cross on it, however he was not a religious person, and on his wrist could be seen a plain tattoo just of the letter S in an apparent symbolic form, however this was not his most identifiable feature, that went to the burn mark covering his left eye, a result of his mutation manifesting. It did not shame him, but he did not like putting himself on show.

John looked around pointlessly, no one was watching, from the streets at least, this place was a sh!thole, it was empty, the fact that anyone would go to school in a place like this was a testimony to how messed up America was. John pushed open the gate with little struggle, it got caught in cracks on the pavement but that was it, he quickly made his was up to the entrance doors, it was padlocked, what an efficient way to secure a school John thought sarcastically. He pulled loose from his bag a crowbar, and freed his signature shark lighter from his pocket, crowbar between legs, he flipped open the lighter and, using his hand to cover it from rain, sparked up, John then proceeded to take a ball of fire into his hand. He flipped the lighter shut and stuffed it back into his jeans, he then took the fireball in both hands and put it to the padlock, steam rose on contact with rain, but John kept going until he felt the padlock was sufficiently warm. When he did, he stepped back, quickly pulled the crowbar from his legs and brought it down sharply on the padlock braking it off. John was not particularly strong, but he found if you applied heat to most things, they broke easily enough.

He made his way in quickly, and after a few minutes of scouting made his way down into the boiler room, John opened up every hatch he could, and found whatever would be able to leak out fuel, this was going to be a trickier job, and he wondered, whoever would pay a kid to blow up a school? the thought did not last long, two hundred bucks was enough to shut up any street rat. Especially a hungry one, now whilst many may argue with his abilities he could just steal his food and fortune, that was not a route on John's map, arson, vandalism and assault were fine, but a man must pay to get his goods, that is the American way. John did not realise he had company until someone shouted "STOP!", and so he did, stunned in fear, he looked over to see a group of people in uniform, oh cr@p, he thought, how he hated feds. John ran, and no sooner than he did did the room shake and he was knocked off his feet by an unseen force, he was panicking, flailing to get up, he turned over onto his back to see the leader (Havok) standing with his palm raised toward him, he heard him say "look kid! We just want to talk.", of course they do, they always want to talk, but John had no time for that. He could see the boilers hatchway was open and the leader was right next to it, with a flick of his wrist, fire burst from the boiler engulfing their vision and knocking Havok off his feet.

John scrambled to get his bearings but was up and away. He heard footsteps chase after him, he turned this way and that, bursting upstairs onto the school scene, he twisted through a labyrinth of corridors. Turning one way he was knocked off his feet once more, this time by a blue ball of fur, some strange Beast sat upon him, growling as he struggled, he got his lighter loose and just as the Beast was about to talk, John lit him up like candle, he roared in agony and John saw his window of escape, he pushed himself up and found the stairs making his way on to the second floor, he was no longer sure where he was going, or what he was planning on doing, but it was apparent now that these were no usual coppers. He now found himself face to face with a redhead mutant, his stance suggested he was ready to scream, John was confused, he looked about his age, then for a third time he was knocked off his feet, his ear drums ready to be shattered, this boy had a set off lungs, Sean gave up unsure if he was unconscious or not. Questions were answered when john sprung to his feet, whipping out his shark lighter and sending a cascade of fire his way, "NOOOOOOOO!" he heard a female screaming, he turned his head to see an attractive young girl appear running through the lockers, before he could even react he felt himself falling, glass all around, then there was a stinging in his right foot and severe pain down the left side of his body.

He could feel that he was bleeding, but the adrenaline hoisted him to his feet, he turned to see that he had been pushed out of a two story window and caught himself on a dumpster before entirely crashing on cold wet pavement, he was home and free by his foresight, until a silver haired man stepped out from around the alleyway corner, he had arms crossed and a stern look on his face, which then fell to sympathy as he saw what he had been through, John stopped, Erik stepped forward, John was stumbling backwards and fell over completely when the girl who pushed him out of the window rose from the ground in front of him. "SHADOWCAT AND BANSHEE, B*TCH!" she shouted stepping over him triumphantly and swinging a petite fist into his face, taking him down completely, she was laughing somewhat manically, Erik pulled her effortlessly from John's body, who was whimpering now, tears streaming, lost in the rain, he thought for sure this was it, he was done for. Looking around he saw Banshee nursing a burnt hand and calming down a hyped Shadowcat, a frustrated Havok, a singed Beast, and a calm Magneto. He was cowering into the corner of the dumpster and alley wall, "Why did you do it?" asked Erik, there was no reply just moans, "why did you do it?!" Magneto shouted, spitting his words and grabbing John by the ruff of his collar, "because they paid me to!" he shouted back, "who paid you? Who?" Magneto's eyes were ablaze, the dumpster rattled "the brotherhood did. THE BROTHERHOOD!", John fainted, Erik stood brushing his hands off, letting John slump to the ground.

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Xavier's Men: Brotherhood - Prelude

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