Wowsies, I love what I wrote here. This is completely different way I thought of the X-Men to be...I have a few adults amongst others reading this at the moment. I have 12 chapters so far. Which is around 60 pages in word, so it's a pretty big fanfiction that has a long way to go... X-Men: The X Children Mutation: Is it the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve into the dominant species on the planet. Its slow; this process normally takes thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evolution leaps forward; mutants. Since the discovery of mutant existence, they have been regarded with fear, suspicion, and often hatred. Across the planet debate rages, are mutants the next link in the evolutionary chain? Or simply a new species of humanity, fighting for their share of the world? Either way, it is an historical fact that sharing the world has never been humanitys defining attribute. Professor Charles Xavier, leader of the X-Men Chapter 1: 1407 Graymalkin Lane The first snowflakes of the bitter winter dropped on the ground softly. It was October, and a cold October at that. The air was rather misty, and the faint sight of headlights appeared in the distance. A New York taxi drove up to a particularly large set of gates. It was a place of high importance, and the snow covered the address beside the gates. The taxi door opened slightly, and a foot appeared. Thanks for that how much will that be then? A soft female voice asked. Just make it eighteen dollars. Ill let you off The taxi driver replied. He was wearing a navy cap, and an odd pair of sunglasses. His face had quite a stubble and a sly grin as well. Erm, okay. Here we go. A gloved hand gave the taxi driver a twenty dollar note and closed the door. Standing outside, she brushed her hair to the side. This young woman was a brunette, with odd white streaks through the front of her hair. Looking around the area, she shivered slightly. Her lipstick was of a dark purple, and her eyes were of a murky green colour. She dressed quite gothic, but not too heavily. Wearing a brown jacket, a short red skirt and fishnets she looked really quite cold. It was obvious this woman was no stranger around here. She is Rogue; a mutant with the ability to temporarily absorb the memories, thoughts and abilities of others, including superhuman abilities, via skin-to-skin contact. Rogue walked up to the mounted golden plaque, and with her right hand brushed off the snow. The plaque read; 1407 Graymalkin Lane, Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters. With a small smile, Rogue walked to the side of the gate to find an intercom. Pressing the large green button, a small screen showed a bald man in a wheelchair. Beside him was a man with a visor, yet his face was shadowed, and behind this man in the wheelchair was an odd blue furred creature who almost looked like he walked on all fours. Ah, greetings. You must be Rogue then, I will send a member of this institute. You will be assisted to the entrance by Bobby Drake, mind though hes quite the one with the ladies. I shall see you soon, and Im more than willing to help with any problems as are my students. The screen suddenly went blank and Rogue sighed to herself. Waiting patiently, the gates opened. A teenage boy around Rogues age stood beside the opened gate. He wore a blue t-shirt with an odd pair of green shorts, which was most definitely not suitable for the winter weather yet this boy, didnt look phased by the bitter cold. His eyes were an odd light blue and his fair hair was gelled up. Hey, Im Bobby Drake. You must be the new girl everyones been chatting about, Rogue isnt it? Youre quite the pretty one. Anyway, Im glad to hear youll be joining Xaviers mansion. Its a pretty neat place. He scratched the back of his head with his left arm. Rogue softly smiled and then replied, Arent you awfully cold in those clothes? She wondered, as she was clothed in many layers. The cold winter days and nights dont affect me but Ill talk about why much later. Let me escort you to the entrance, my lady. Rogue wasnt totally impressed by Bobby Drakes charm but politely smiled as she walked beside him. The front lawn of the mansion was rather large, yet the mansion before Rogue and Bobby Drake was huge. The lawn had a lovely fountain with many bushes surrounding the pathway. As they walked up the snow riddled steps, the sound of children laughing could be heard. Bobby Drake opened the large red doors to the institute, the hallway was massive and a long flight of stairs led up to, what looked like dormitories. It looked like a rather old mansion, and unbeknownst to Rogue this mansion, holds big secrets . Rogue sat beside Bobby Drake in the main living area. Rogue couldnt catch the attention of Bobby, he was too busy in conversation with another girl. She looked around the area, mystified from the sheer vastness of it all. Bobby sat down beside and reached for the remote by him. As he switched on the television set, his interest changed to Rogue. So, what is your um, power then? He asked, glancing around. Rogue sat quietly and didnt respond, she didnt even take a look at Bobby. Worried about this place Rogue? Shouldnt be its a pretty cool school. We have all sorts here Rogue adults, children and even the odd creature. Rogue still didnt seem to answer and the sighed softly. Heres mine Rogue Bobby placed his hand slowly over the table, and out of nowhere ice appeared from his palm. In a matter of seconds, Bobby created a rose made of ice. Rogue immediately smiled at Bobby, she was more than impressed with Bobbys skills. The codename for Bobby Drake is Iceman. But you can call me Bobby. Never Bob though He said, with a gentle smirk. Well, um my power is Rogue began to describe her mutant ability, but was just interrupted by Ororo Munroe who was codenamed; Storm. Ororo or Storm as she preferred, was a black Kenyan woman possibly around her thirties. She was of a rare tribe in Kenya, Africa which was a race of blue eyed, white haired and a gift of sorcery. There was something that communicated Rogue and Storm like they had met before. Storm stood beside Bobby and Rogue, with a normal glare. Miss Munroe Rogue said, shocked by her appearance. Im glad to see youve made the right choice, as did I. Storm replied, as she looked behind her. Yes, Miss Munroe... Rogue still was uneasy about meeting Storm, and it showed by her looking down on the floor. Just call me Ororo or Storm, Maria. Were not in high school are we? Charles Xavier would like your presence. She wandered off down the corridor, and into what looked like a small library. You okay Rogue? Im surprised you had a past with Storm, oh and by the way. I do hope you make the right decision here; Xavier is quite a nice guy. By the way the name Maria, I like it. Bobby stood up, and held out his hand to Rogue. She was helped up, and followed Bobby down the long corridor. Opening a door for her, Rogue stepped into a small office. A leather chair was turned to the window, as the person sitting there watched the small snowflakes drop on the glass. Beside the chair, was a desk with many files and folders, including a small monitor. Thank you Bobby for assisting young Rogue here. You may leave now. The figure said in the chair. Yes, Professor Xavier. Ill be in the Danger Room. See ya Maria; it was lovely to see you. He waved, and then closed the door behind him as he walked away. Greetings Rogue, please sit down. I am Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the institute for gifted youngsters like you. I prefer to call my students, gifted, because they basically are. Mutants are the key step in humanitys evolution, and Im here to help the fragile stability of fear for my students in this world. He turned the chair round to Rogues view, and before Rogue was a rather middle aged man, completely bald. He seemed like a genuine person, very polite and greeting. I know you have, but you need to realise youve made the right decision here. For around two years now, mutants have risen from the population. Because were different than them, we are treated as unequaled beings. They are scared of us, worried that mutants have superpowers that would infect the world. Id like to think of mutants and humans as equals, and Im trying to build up on my belief. Id like humans to live with us in peace. Now, Rogue may I ask what mutant power you possess? Rogue looked uncomfortable, and didnt respond. Rogue glanced away, looking slightly upset. Xavier gave a sympathetic look, Its okay Rogue, you can talk about anything. Im here to help. He said, clasping his hands together waiting for a response. Rogue sat, looking down at her knees then decided to reply. He almost died, from just a kiss. The first boy I ever kissed was sent into a coma for four months. If I come into skin-to-skin contact, I absorb the persons life force. Drain their energy. And I suspect, those black gloves you wear are to protect yourself and anyone else from harm? Yes, they are its such a burden I see. Quite an interesting gift you have there, dear Rogue. Remember, its a gift Rogue. I am willing to offer a place in the institution. But what can this place do for me, Professor Xavier? More than you can imagine. This place is more than just a mansion; I would like to give you a tour of this institute. Thats fair enough, but Professor how can I be welcomed here? Let me call upon a few long term recruits to the X-Men. Rogue sat and waited, staring at the wooden door which led into Xaviers office. The golden handle turned slightly, and the door was opened. Rogue looked back at Xavier, who was clasping his hands; anticipating the recruits. A slouching man appeared from behind the door. He was quite big, but seemed oddly to have the poseur of a caveman. This mutant was wearing purple shorts, which ended by his large knees and was accompanied with an odd orange shirt. He most definitely looked like he worked out, his muscles were massive! That wasnt the end of it though, he wore brown sandals and these sandals must have been tailor made. They were the biggest feet Rogue had ever seen. But, that wasnt which shocked Rogue. This man was covered entirely in blue fur! He pulled away his sunglasses, and said Well you must be Rogue. Glad to be greeted with such an admirable face. My name is Beast I personally think the name is a bit derogatory. But these friends of mine thought it was suitable. You can call me Henry Hank McCoy though. Its nice to see you, another project for the Danger Room. Thankfully, something new to work on. He smiled and turned as Rogue wondered who he meant. Behind Beast, or as his human name was; Henry were two figures. A lady around Rogues height walked in, and swayed her long dark red hair. Rogue instantaneously admired her looks, and Jean Grey wasnt one to be egotistical, but she realised. Her lips were of a dark red too, and apparently that was without any sign of makeup. She wore a normal worn leather jacket, which unusually acquired the name; Scotty Summers. She also wore light blue jeans and black shoes. She looked quite friendly, and Rogue didnt really adore the fashion sense. Hi there, Im Jean. Good to see a new female member here. Ill be here with you all the way Rogue, by your side whenever youll need me. She said, with a slight smile. To the side of Jean was one of Xaviers longest running students, Scott Summers. Formerly known as, Cyclops. He wore dark red sunglasses, and sported kinda long brown hair. He was wearing quite baggy jeans, accompanied with worn converse. Above the waist, he had a dark black hoody on, with the logo X imprinted by the right breast. He softly smiled at Rogue and politely waved. He didnt seem too talkative at the present time, because Jean had just been teasing him earlier in the garage.