How many secrets can you keep?
'Cause there's this tune I found
That makes me think of you somehow an' I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep, spillin' drinks on my settee
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ANAKIN SAWYER HAD HATED HIS ENTIRE LIFE. His father had blamed him for the death of his mother, somehow. Even though she had been killed by a thunder storm.
How could Anakin be at fault?
"You think I'm the Greek God Zeus or something?" He has asked his father, at the age of twelve.
It had been after his father tried to preform an exorcism on him. And it had failed.
His father yelled at him, before deciding; "That's it! You're going to that mutant freak school! Where I never have to see you again!"
And, just because he didn't want his father to know how much it hurt, he glared at him. "Finally!"
He glared at him, walking closer. "Hopefully they realize that you can't be a hero, and do everyone a favor by killing you."
Xavier had came by to pick up the young boy. He had momentarily spoken with the Sawyer adult. And Xavier has no clue what happened next, but, all he knew, was his father was placed into a mental institution.
Anakin had gotten along with the other students just fine. Even though he joined later than a handful of others.
And as he grew older, and gained control of his powers, Xavier offered him to be teacher at the school.
Anakin had bene teaching for five years when Logan Howlett, the Wolverine showed up.
