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FILL: Charles/Erik, Tiger & Bunny Part 2b/?

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Charles rubbed his hands down his face as everything slowly sunk in. No longer a mutant. It was bound to happen. His power was never truly a “crime fighting” power. Then again, he wasn’t in the mutant business to fight people. He had just wanted to help people…

He sighed. There was nothing he could do about it now. The sponsor’s word was final. Charles knew he shouldn’t let it bother him. It’s not like he didn’t have another job. He could just teach full time. He laughed bitterly to himself. His step-father would be thrilled…

Kurt Marko was the dean of the Mutant Academy. He was seen as a humanitarian and he was loved and respected by everyone. The truth, however? Kurt DESPISED mutants. The only thing he could possibly feel stronger about was his love of appearances. He would lie about loving mutants every day until the day he died if it meant keeping his status.

The world wasn’t alone. Charles had also believed the lie as a child. Charles’ real father had died soon after he was born. Kurt had worked with Dr. Xavier, and Charles mother had quickly remarried. Charles had seen Kurt as a kind and supportive man, and had easily accepted him as his father.

When Charles’ powers had developed, he had run into the kitchen, excitedly projecting his thoughts, “I’m a mutant, Dad! I can hear thoughts!” But instead of the smile that Charles had expected to spread across Kurt’s face, it had been masked in shadow. Charles had stopped in the doorway, frozen. Something wasn’t right. A long silence followed.

“…Dad?”

Something snapped. A garbled yell escaped from Kurt as he rushed forward. Charles flinched back, but Kurt already had him by the shirt, shaking him violently. “Do. Not. Call. Me. That.” Kurt snarled with each bone-shattering shake. Tears filled Charles’ young, ocean-blue eyes.

“Dad, what are you talking about? You’re… hurting me…” The tears were now falling down the young boy’s cheeks.

“I am NOT the father of a FREAK like you!!” Kurt punched him across the face. Charles fell back against the kitchen wall. He scrambled back up as he saw Kurt reaching for the knife drawer.

“Get out!” Kurt screamed as he threw a knife in Charles’ direction. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Charles dashed into the hall, trying to escape the insane man that had once been his father. He could feel the hatred in Kurt’s thoughts as the man chased him out of the house. One of the knives had caught him in his right shoulder as he ran out of his house and into the night.

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Charles ran a finger along the scar on his shoulder as he looked into the mirror. He shook his head and splashed his face with water, as if to wash away a bad memory. He pulled his cardigan back over his shoulder, snapped on his call band, and was soon out the door to face his last day as a mutant.

Wow, totally not what I meant to write about, but I guess some back story is important