State of the Union

Chris quickly made his way up the stairs and into the second floor hallway, leaving Mandy covered in cum and naked in the stairwell. He felt that was appropriate **** for her breaking his heart right before the Prom their junior year. Leave me for that nerd Tim? Well hope he doesn’t mind that I got one more use out of her. he thought to himself as he chuckled the whole time.

“Hey man, can’t believe you skipped math class with Miss Laurent! That French ass is always a pleasure to look at!” Dan told Chris as the two did their bro shake.

“Nah man, I was busy. With Mandy. In the stairwell,” Chris told him with the biggest shit eating grin the young man could show.

“Shit! No way, dude!” exclaimed Dan. “I thought she was fucking that nerdy guy who apparently has a monster dong?” asked Dan, in reference to some kid who seemed to be working his way through the senior girls that most kids in his social circle would never even dream of having a shot with.

“She was. But, remember, nobody can resist me now! Hahaha!” Chris laughed at his little joke.

“Yeah, bro! It’s like you have mind control powers or some shit. You ain’t one of them muties, are you?” asked Dan, both joking and serious. Chris knew how the mutant question had become more and more prominent between Senator Kelly and Bolivar Trask being highly anti-Mutant, some crazy magnet guy attacking military and government targets, and the X-Men trying to keep them all from starting World War 3. He hoped he was not a mutant, but if he was with psychic powers, then at least he could erase people’s minds so he would not get caught.

“What? NO! I am not a god damn mutie!” Chris said in his defense. “I’m probably, like Captain America or the Fantastic Four!” Chris said in a way to make his newfound abilities sound less dangerous than being a mutant.

“I mean...I guess that’s possible. But how would you get your hands on a super soldier serum or blasted by cosmic rays?” asked Dan. Chris was a bit annoyed by Dan suddenly deciding to be inquisitive about something other than sports stats or bust sizes.

“Bro, my dad works for the government and my mom’s a scientist. Who knows what shit I could have been exposed to when I was young!” he said with a quick thought. “Hell! Maybe they experimented on me as a baby and I finally grew into my innate powers they gave me!” Chris told his friend as he decided on how he got his powers.

“Oh yeah, that’s true!” Dan said in agreement. “So, let’s go to English. God Mr. Santos is such a fucking drag, man…” Dan said as the two turned to head to their next lesson.

“Yeah, that old boomer is so fucking annoying. Always talking about how life was so much better when he was a kid. Well, you fucked over our generation ‘cause your generation gave zero shits,” Chris mumbled angerily at nobody in particular.

“Right? Fuckin’ boomers, man,” agreed Dan as the two entered the classroom and made their way to their assigned seats. “The old man still gives us assigned seats. Like bro, we’re fucking 18! Adults! Let us sit wherever!” complained Dan.

“100%, man. Fucking fogie,” slurred Chris as the two got ready for class.

Meanwhile at Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters

“Professor, are you sure this is the one?” asked Scott Summers to his mentor and father-figure, Professor Charles Xavier. Xavier let out a sigh as he thought over the options before he answered his first X-Man.

“I believe so, Scott. There are three candidates I can detect with Cerebro, two of which are at this school. Of those two, one seems to be a better fit for us than the other. While I believe both could be great X-Men at some point, this young man is at a better starting point for the short amount of time we have,” Xavier explained to his Second-in-Command.

“I see. But what of the third person, Professor?” asked Scott, wanting to know all his options.

“Hmm. Perhaps she could fit but it would take too long for her to get her and get situated. This young man is our best hope for now,” decided Xavier.

“Well then, I guess it’s all up to Jean to convince him to join us. But I don’t see why he wouldn’t. The school we’ve set up is very good academically and the mutant training will be very useful for him,” Scott said as if to convince himself.

“Indeed, Scott. Jean will be able to convince him to join us or, at the very least, use her telepathic abilities to at least figure out what he wants,” the Professor explained to Scott.

“But Professor, I thought you thought Jean not to use her powers on people without their explicit consent?” asked Scott, who was surprised by Xavier’s mention of Jean’s usage of her power.

“Ah yes, sometimes Scott, drastic times calls for drastic measures,” Xavier said as he moved his hover chair over to the window. “The world is becoming a far more dangerous place for us mutants, Scott, between Senator Kelly and Bolivar Trask, to Magneto’s Brotherhood of Evil Mutants and this rumored Hellfire Club, I’m afraid it is going to get far worse before it gets better. We need to make sure we can get as many mutants on our side as we can before Magneto or someone worse gets a hold of them. In time, you will realize I am right.” Professor Xavier finished his lecture to his most loyal student who looked at him in silence as he processed the information for a few moments before he finally spoke.

“No, Professor,” he said calmly as he stared directly into Professor Xavier’s eyes. While his were hidden behind the red sheen of his ruby quartz glasses, even the Professor could feel his eyes bore into him. “You doing that, and you telling Jean to do that, makes you no better than the ones we are fighting. If we stoop to their level and use the same tactics as them, then what separates us from them?!” Scott said as his anger began to boil out.

“Scott, what-” Xavier started before he was cut off.

“NO! No excuses! I will gather the rest of the X-Men here and we will decide what to do with you and Jean’s liberal use of your powers to violate others!” Scott told his mentor, much to Xavier’s sadness.

“It seems you don’t yet see the whole picture, Scott. You are not yet ready to bare the mantle of leader of the X-Men. I am sorry…” was all Professor Xavier told his first child soldier as he raised his hand to his temple and mind wiped Scott of their entire conversation. “You are far too young to realize the hardships of leadership. Soon you will, my friend, and then the X-Men will truly be yours,” mused Professor X as he prepared his words better for the conversation that was about to repeat itself.