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Chapter One: Beginnings

"Mutation has defined life in this planet since its inception. It is because of this ability to adapt, to evolve, that we are here in this poorly lit room, discussing the fate of an entire new race, although the term 'race' is not accurate. Mutants are not a different race, though some of our number claim so. Mutants are still humans, mutants are still homo sapiens. Humanity tends to separate itself in different groups, or races, but in truth, it's all the same. African, Chinese, Albino, Caucasian, Mutant, we are all still humans," said an ominous voice, echoing in the gigantic underground room. The room was illuminated from below, barely showing the faces of those gathered in it. Charles Xavier knew what their answer was going to be before they even opened their mouths.

"Pretty words, a nice little speech you got there, Professor, but it's just words, isn't it? Empty words that can dazzle the population. Words that, without a doubt, you will start spreading around the minute the 'mutant story' leaves the tabloids and establishes itself on the six o' clock news," said a red haired man who wore horn-rimmed glasses. "The point of this meeting is simple. Three words. Are mutants dangerous? And what can you do to stop this dangerous mutants?" Henry Peter Gyrich's questions echoed with strength around the room, and several of those gathered agreed with him silently.

The answer did not come from Professor Xavier, but from the white-haired man sitting next to him. The man moved his hand slightly and Gyrich's glasses suddenly sprang to life, twisting and stretching until they resembled a piece of cloth; and with a second flick of his index finger, the white-haired man wrapped the metal around Gyrich's mouth. "The question should be, why are we talking to you instead of turning you all into human kebabs. What can you do to stop us?"

"You do not want me to answer that, Lensherr," said a man seemingly in his forties, taking a smoke from his cigar, and lifting his feet on the table. "Release Gyrich, he might be a jerk, but he's our jerk."

Erik Magnus Lensherr looked into his friend's eyes, and when he saw Charles Xavier nodding slightly he released Gyrich and returned his glasses to normal, leaving them in the table.

"You have managed to gather a pretty big number of mutants in that school of yours in upstate New York. We need to know which of those mutants are possible risks to national security. We need all the information available on them," said the man at the top of the table, taking another smoke from his cigar.

"There is absolutely no way I will share this information with you. I will protect my students regardless of the cost to myself," answered Xavier almost instantly.

"Students? What is it that you teach them there? To hold humans as hostages like Mr. Lensherr so kindly has shown us, just now?" asked Gyrich who had not put his glasses back on.

"We teach our students to control their powers, and the concept of peaceful co-existence between humans and mutants. It is our dream that…"

"Charles," said a very familiar voice in his head as he spoke. Charles Xavier continued to speak, talking about his school and his dreams, and at the same time, answered Erik's voice in his head.

"They're not going to fall for it, aren't they?" said Xavier.

"I told you it was a waste of time."

"It is not, if we had done nothing the government would have sent the entire army to bring down the school. We had to come clean to them, we have to stop working outside their knowledge."

"Can't we just take over the planet and be done with it? It's far easier than dealing with these humans…" said Erik Lensherr in his head, trying not to smile and pretending he was listening to Xavier's speech.

"Trust me, it'd be a much bigger headache," answered Xavier. "I guess I'll have to do it… I abhor using my powers in this fashion, but I can see in their minds, there is absolutely no other way."

Professor Charles Xavier concentrated as he spoke. The most powerful telepath on the planet released the power of his mind on those present, and as he spoke his words were etched in their minds, and their previous ideas of difference and prejudice became less clear, while tolerance and acceptance towards mutantkind took front place. But when the last words came from Xavier's mind, even his long-time friend was surprised.

"Mr. Lensherr and I will take full responsibility for every single mutant that comes into our school, and we will accept any mutant that asks for our aid."

After a brief silence, Colonel Nicholas Fury's words were dry and clear. "We will allow your school to continue, for now, but one, just one of your so-called students hurts one hair on one human head and you're both gonna burn for it, you have my word on that."

"Our students are versed enough to know how to behave themselves around cattle, but there will be no hurting of human hairs if that is what it takes to remain open," said Erik Lensherr amused, under the reproving eye of his friend.

La débil luz del alba ingresó por las rendijas de la persiana. Sin embargo su pálido resplandor no fue registrado. Los dos amantes seguían juntos, sus labios pegados entre sí, sus cuerpos casi humeantes, desnudos, frotándose con frenesí. Todo el mundo parecía no importar, el tiempo mismo había sido detenido. Desde su comienzo, hasta su inevitable final, lo único que existía en el mundo estaba en esa habitación. No, en esa cama. Una y otra vez recibió las embestidas de su amante. Una y otra vez sintió placer correr por sus venas, y un desdén por el resto del mundo. Nada importaba. El hambre, la enfermedad, la falta de dinero, los parientes, los amigos, los enemigos... nada. Sólo el incesante calor que surgía del contacto entre los dos cuerpos.
Su mente viajaba a la nada misma, y volvía para concentrarse en la tarea de amar. Pero, a medida que el tiempo pasaba, a medida que la pasión menguaba, un pequeño pensamiento surgió en su mente. Se fue abriendo camino, despacio, muy despacio, entre los gemidos, entre el placer, entre el calor, entre la negación del mundo exterior. Y el pensamiento fue muy grande, pero luchó para mantenerlo a raya, luchó para mantenerlo atrás, escondido, mientras su amante continuaba sus embestidas, continuaba haciéndole el amor.
Y el débil olor de sus feromonas los invadió, y se coló en su sangre, y el éxtasis creció y la pasión se intensificó.
Y entonces sucedió, que todas las estratagemas del placer, que todas las energías fueron liberadas, y que el acto terminó. Y sólo quedaron dos cuerpos sudorosos, uno arriba del otro, y una sonrisa cubría sus rostros. Y entonces supo que era hora de dar voz a ese pensamiento, a ese maldito pensamiento que atentó contra su concentración. Y sin más, dijo en voz alta.
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