Weapon X Lab, Northern Canada - 1 week ago
A facility somewhere in Northern Canada. This is the location of the Weapon X program, a place that a very select few know of its whereabouts. Though there are a few who know, but have never been back there. Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr had each been to the facility once, but that was all it took, and how the two met. They had been pulled into the program, over 40 years old each, but when the two worked together to escape, they looked to be more in their 20s. They had a mutant there who could control the age of a person, manipulating it to the one preferable for the experiment. When they escaped, the two became close friends, and went to try and find others, in order to make sure the program was shut down completely. However, what they didn't know, was that there was someone else who had been in the facility with them, who was as much a prisoner as they had been.
"So, think he will survive the procedure? It has killed others in the past."
"I think so, his healing factor will probably save his life, preventing him from dying because of it."
"If you are sure, but don't say I didn't warn you, we have so many different experiments to go through, remember, this is number 10 in a long line of different ones. This could fail just like the others..."
"Or get away from us?"
"Yes, that too!"
The two scientists were over looking a room, where a man was locked in a very secure cage. They were preparing to move him to another part of the facility, in order to prepare him for what was to come. What they were planning on attempting was not going to be an easy task, especially since the only one who they could do the test on wasn't exactly the most cooperative person in the world. He had used to work with them 20 years ago, as a member of what had been known as Team X, and he helped out the CIA numerous times after that. Those days were long in the past, as now they had found what they believed to be a better use. Experimentation on mutants had been going on for years, and they finally had the chance of having a successful one to show their financial backers.
Problem was, they knew they needed more subjects, there were other experiments and tests aside from the adamantium skeleton one, and they planned to get as many people as possible for them, by any means necessary.
"Any idea where we can find more mutants?"
"No, not yet, but we have found several promising candidates."
"Alright, we just need to be prepared, those two that escaped, I doubt that they will lie down and do nothing."
"Don't worry, we'll be ready for them."
"Alright, let's move him to the lab, and get this "test" over with. We should find out rather quickly if he'll survive the procedure, and then we can show them that we know what we are doing. That all of their support has made this program possible."
Juneau, Alaska - 4 days ago
Miranda Fay still lived in her hometown of Juneau, since she was still working on saving up the money to move away from her family. It wasn't easy, she lived in a very small apartment, working as a waitress, and trying desperately not to use her powers, which was seemingly impossible. She had a reputation as a klutz because she would go into a trance or see something at random, and run into others or they ran into her because she stopped walking. Her other power was a lot easier to hide, but there wasn't much else she could do about it. She was working at the restaurant, and she didn't even notice the two men who came to her section of the room, sitting down at one of the tables. Someone else let her know, and she immediately went over to them, handing them their menus.
"So, anything I can get started for you two? Anything to drink?" she asked them, looking at the somewhat odd pair. They didn't look too much older than she was, maybe 10 years at the latest, but this was the standard way for her to greet people, she generally wasn't too much for all of the chit chat.
"How's the coffee here?" one of them asked, looking over at her. She was unaware of the conversation between the two that was happening telepathically, but she was still slightly afraid that she might accidentally trigger her powers.
"It's alright, I mean it's coffee, not the best around, but it definitely is not the worse," she replied, giving him a smile.
“Well I would like to try it. Strongest coffee you have.”
"I'll have a cup of coffee as well," the other one said, finally speaking up for once. The two were definitely strange in her mind, but she wrote it down and nodded.
"Well then, I'll be back in a few moments with your coffee," she said, before turning her back and walking away. She was a little surprised that they had asked for coffee, most people usually asked for some food or something first thing when they walked in, but she thought nothing of it.
A few minutes later, she returned to their booth with their coffee. As soon as she set the mugs down in front of them, she glanced up at the one who had asked about the coffee first. Images flashed through her mind, parts of his life played like a movie through her mind. The images she saw made her realize that maybe this pair weren't what they seemed, at least age wise!
"Are you alright?" the other said, looking at her with a concerned expression, she probably had looked like she was going to pass out or something right then.
"Yeah, I'm fine... Just got a little bit lost in thought there for a moment, can I get you two anything else?" she asked, looking at the two of them. The one whose memories and past she had seen just smiled, before without touching the spoon, stirred his coffee. Miranda just stared at him. "How did you do that?"
"You probably can guess how," he said simply with a smile, and his friend just shook his head.
"My name is Charles Xavier, this is my friend Erik Lensherr, we are people like you, people with abilities. You went into a sort of trance I'm guessing?" Charles asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
"...Yeah, I did... I can see into the past, people's history or the history of an object..." she responded, confused as to what this was all about still. These two had powers too, which made her realize that she might not be as alone in the world as she thought she was.
"We were wondering if you would like to help us... Help us potentially stop the killing and experimentation of people like us, mutants," Erik said, still smiling.
"Wait, really? Isn't that sort of thing illegal? And how do you two know so much about this program? And why do you two look to be in your twenties, early thirties maybe, when his history tells me you've been around since World War II?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"Because we escaped it, two years or so ago, how we met actually. We've been working on a way to find the new facility and only recently did we find a way to locate other mutants..."
"Not to mention that this program is funded by several people in the US government... There was another mutant who worked within the program, as one of the scientists. He has the power to manipulate your age, make you as young, or as old, as he wants, they wanted us to be younger, so that's how that happened... Also, where are my manners, what is your name?"
"...Miranda, Miranda Fay..."
"So Miranda, will you help us?"
Miranda had to think about it for a moment. These two were offering her a chance out and away from Alaska, and to be in a group where she might actually belong, and not feel too badly about everything she could do. If there were others who had powers too. "Alright, I'm in..."
Xavier's Mansion, New York - Present Day
Miranda was sitting in the parlor area in a chair, reading a book, and waiting with the others for Charles and Erik to show up. The group hadn't exactly been there at the mansion for very long, a week, maybe two for some of the others. She hadn't shown up until 3 days before, so she still didn't know them all too well. Though she was thinking of ways to make that change, the oldest guy in the group looked like he was older than Charles and Erik, despite the fact that she knew he was younger than them.
After a few moments, Charles walked in, looking around the room, letting out a sigh. Erik still hadn't shown up yet, and he was wondering what was taking his friend so long. He glanced down at his watch, before he sent a message out to Erik to join them in the parlor. A moment later, Erik walked in, looking at everyone else, "So, this everyone then?" he asked, and Charles nodded. "...Guess I'm the last one here then. All yours Charles."
"Very well Erik," he replied with a sigh, before turning to address the others. "As I'm sure you've all been told, but our mission is to destroy the Weapon X facility entirely in hopes of being able to shut down the program. However, there are a few things that need to be addressed before we can do this. We need to see just how much information we can gather about the program and the facility before we do anything, and the other being everyone's abilities. I thought I'd ask this flat out, but do any of you feel like you might need help controlling your powers or any other concern. Since I know some of you don't exactly come from places where mutants were welcomed... Making it difficult to learn how to control your abilities..."
Miranda nodded slightly, "Yeah, I could use a little help with mine so I don't accidentally pass out or something because of all the images I see," she said, looking around the room at the others. Her powers weren't exactly combative, but they could prove to be useful, problem was, she still wasn't too sure what triggered her visions or something. Every now and then, it would just happen, or others would be able to trigger it without her having any control.
Xavier nodded, "I will gladly help those who feel like they might need it. Anyone who does not wish for the help can go with Erik to see just what we can find out about the Weapon X program, and any and all information pertaining to it's whereabouts. We need to be extremely cautious in everything we do, as we do not want to draw too much suspicion. As there are people in the government who back the program, we do not want them to feel threatened for whatever reason."
"You worry a little too much there Charles," Erik said with a small laugh, "I believe that we will be fine."
