"X-MEN: Let There Be Peace on Earth, Part 2"
by Tet

Part 2:
"And Let Me Walk With My Brother"

"Well . . . how exactly do I go about explaining my first day here at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters? I mean, maybe I should write about how I'm only one of about nine hundred other students, each vying to be the best student in the school. Or maybe that out of those eight hundred eighty nine, that not a single one has reached out in friendship. God, I hate it here already. But what the hell am I supposed to do, call home and tell mom and dad to pick me up? I mean, even though the school costs next to nothing, it still took and incredibly long while to get me into this place. Who knows, maybe I'll actually meet someone today. But then, that's not too likely now, is it?"

I close my journal, and slide it under my bed as I hear the bell ring for class. I sigh, thinking about how much I'm starting to despise this place. I'm sixteen freaking years old, I should be going to a high school, not to some preppy school for mutants or potential mutants. Potential mutants . . . yep, that's where I am . . . someone who has potential to be a mutant, but hasn't quite discovered his powers yet. Isn't that swell. After all, there are only two potential mutants here other than myself. One is barred only by the fact that he's stupid, and the other by the fact that he's lazy. Frankly, I don't want to fit into either of those categories.

As I enter my first period classroom I feel a sense of dread. Professor McCoy stands at the front in his labcoat, reading two books at once. I figure it'd be a better idea if I took a seat in the back of the classroom. Maybe that way I won't be noticed. I sit, and pull out a marble copybook, on which I write my name and what class I'm in: physics, which is undoubtedly my favorite class.

The bell rings, and professor McCoy places his books on the desk, looking around the classroom. He is a large built man, with abnormally large hands and feet. His eyes meet mine, and I furtively shift my gaze down into my empty copybook.

"So, you must be the venerable William Sardar."

"Well, I wouldn't call myself venerable . . ."

"And why is that?"

"Because I haven't done enough to be considered venerable."

"You made it into this school. That, my dear pupil, is enough in my mind. And since you are new in this school, you can be the unlucky person on whom I happen to always call."

Great.

"Today, Mr. Sardar, we shall be studying forces. Do you know what the four fundamental forces of the universe are?"

Of course I know! This stuff is childish. "Yes, sir, I do."

"Care to share with the class, then?"

"Well, they're Electromagnetism, Gravity, and the Strong and Weak Nuclear Forces."

"Do you know much about Gravity, Mr. Sardar?"

"Yes, I do. It's . . . "

"No need to explain, I simply wanted to ask you that question. I'd suggest you gather your books."

"Why?"

"You'll know soon enough."

After about 10 seconds, Professor Charles Xavier, the school headmaster, uses his telepathy to speak to me. It's an odd feeling, having someone talk to you in your head. As it turns out, he wants me to come down to his office. Something about my tests. So I stand books in arms, and begin to walk out. As I'm walking, though, one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen catches my eye, and I can't help but stare. She smiles at me. Maybe I'll like this school after all.


I make my way to the Professor's study, to see him sitting at his desk, with Headmaster Lensherr standing behind him. Chills run down my spine. These are two men who take *everything* seriously.

"Please, sit, Mr. Sardar." Xavier speaks in a fatherly tone. It's almost comforting; and then I think about that fact that he can read my mind. Needless to say, it's no longer comforting.

"What is this about, sir?"

"Well, William, the tests Dr. MacTaggart ran on you have been returned. Congratulations, you are a mutant."

"I . . . I am?"

"Yes . . . a mutant with the ability to disrupt the 'Universal Gravitational Constant'."

I scratch my head, thinking. I never knew that mutant powers could disrupt the laws of physics. "I suppose that is good, sir?"

"It depends on how you look at it. According to the tests, your powers are very close to manifestation. A power like that could . . ."

"Cause the earth to crash into the sun, the moon into the earth, people to spin off into space . . . whatever I please."

Headmaster Lensherr finally decides to speak, at the perfect time for one of his rank to speak. "That is why we must control your powers. They are possibly the most destructive we have ever seen."

I can't help but feel a deep sense of dread at hearing this fact.

"You'll have to do some studying, and then some training."


Later, I sit in the cafeteria, reading some required text on mutant powers . . . and on my powers in particular. "Gravity is the weakest force . . . et cetera . . . universal constant of gravitation . . . et cetera . . ."

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Centripetal for . . . um . . ." I look up, to see the girl from class today. Still, she is the most beautiful person I've ever seen.

"Well?"

"Um . . . yeah, sure." I clear the books off of the lunch table, and motion for her to sit. She does so, and I can't help but admire her beauty . . . but I try not to stare. "My name is..."

"William Sardar, I know. I heard Professor McCoy say your name."

"Oh, and you are?"

"The name's Paige Guthrie."

"Ah, Miss Top of the Class."

She blushes, and brushes her hair with her hand. Beauty and brains in one package. I think I'm in love.

"You're too kind, William."

"Call me Bill, please." I'm really going to enjoy going to this school.

"So, 'Bill', what are the books about?"

"Oh, I finally found out what my mutant powers are."

"Really, I'm going to guess that they have something to do with gravity."

"I guess that nothing gets by some people."

"Well, when you sit there, muttering things about Gravity, I can't help but think something's up. And besides, Professor McCoy only gives the runaround like that to people when they're about to find out what their powers are."

She smiles at me again, and my heart melts. I seriously do think that I am in love.


Day 2. Training in what they call the "Danger Room". My teacher: A runt named Logan.

"Okay, brats. At the moment, I'm gonna be teachin' ya the basics of fightin'. This is a class that you cannot fail. I say that you cannot fail because I will not stop until you punks know how to fight and defend yourselves. Got it?"

Suddenly, I don't enjoy this school so much . . . especially since I lack grace, which seems to be the one thing needed to make it in this class. Of course, it isn't a bad thing that Paige is in this class as well, and they force us to wear . . . let's just say, less, than we do when we wear our regular school uniforms. Teehee . . . . Wait a minute. Jesus, I'm giddy.

First off, Mr. Logan shows us a few moves that we can use in self-defense. And then to put those moves into practice, he calls on me, because I'm new here. Yay.

"Now, kid. Try your best to knock me down." This shouldn't be easy. The guy may be, like, 2 feet tall, but he's still pretty tough, seemingly. Even though I took two years of karate, he's probably a black belt. "Well, brat, bring it on."

I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose, and then run at the runt full speed. In what seems to be lighting speed, the jerk grabs me, and knocks me, hard, to the ground. I turn my head to the side, to see Paige sitting there, laughing at my misfortune. Yeah, this is real funny. Logan grabs me by my shirt, and lifts me back to my feet.

"Nice work, kid, take your seat." I lower my head in shame, and the class laughs. "See, kids, it's easy to defend yourselves when you know hungh!" Before the runt knows what hit him, he's on the ground. I stand there, leg raised in the air, smiling successfully. Mr. Logan, however, isn't so happy, since it seems that I broke his nose. Oh dear.

"What could possibly have caused you to attack a teacher?" Headmaster Lensherr slams his fist down on Headmaster Xavier's desk.

"Well . . . he wanted me to right before that, and I couldn't. And . . . and . . ." Yep, this is me, so very strong under pressure.

"Enough," Headmaster Xavier steps in. "You did it to make yourself look tough."

"Well . . . yes. I mean, everyone was laughing. I didn't think I could actually hit Mr. Logan, but I did."

"Erik, could William and I have a moment alone?"

"Of course, Charles." And with that, Headmaster Lensherr leaves.

"You do of course know that you're expressing your thoughts all over the place, William."

"I . . .am?"

Xavier nods. "It's something that people do when they aren't trained to be around telepaths. So, you like Paige, do you?"

All I can say is that I'm totally and utterly shocked. I can't even talk about girls with my parents, much less Headmaster Xavier. "Well . . . I . . ."

"No need to explain, William. You're a young man, with strong feelings. Get to know Paige, and you'll like her even more. Just don't let your feelings get in the way of how you perform around here. That is, don't attack teachers just to show off."

"Yes, sir. By the way, how is Mr. Logan?"

"Good as new. He heals . . . rather quickly."

"That's . . . good ."

"Now, you might want to go on to your next period."

"Thank you, sir."

I get up, and start to leave. Maybe I will like it here.

"By the way, William, watch out for her older brother, Samuel Guthrie. He can be rather . . . protective."

Maybe not.

To Be Continued...

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Read part one of the prologue here: Prologue Pt. 1

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Read part two of the prologue here: Prologue Pt. 2

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Read part one of the story here: Part 1

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Read part three of the story here: Part 3

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