New Beginnings. wolverine x reader

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Suddenly I was a little girl again, but in a situation I have no recollection of. I felt a rush of emotions, I was scared, angry, sad. I don't know why. I can't control myself, what's happening?

"(Y/n), Its Xavier, the best way that we can figure things out is if we ensure that you figure them out yourself. Don't panic, this is just a flashback that we are revisiting, from the first time your abilities surfaced" the professors voice rang in my head. 

"Ok" I thought, continuing my focus towards the flashback. 

I watched through my younger eyes as two figures stood arguing. I couldn't tell who they were, their faces were blurry. 

"I CANNOT believe you would hide this from me" the woman screamed at the man, pressing her hands to her head in frustration. "I thought I could trust you. I was CLEARLY wrong. HOW COULD YOU HIDE THIS FROM ME, ALL THESE YEARS" she continued to screech.

The young me covered my ears, fearful of the loud noises. Nothing in this house was ever so loud. 

"You know how I feel about your kind. You KNOW. And you hide this from me?" she continued to scream at the other figure.

"Martha, I swear would never hurt you or (Y/n). You two are the most important things to me" The man pleaded, trying to calm down the situation, looking towards the young (Y/n) who was so fearful of the noises.

"Do you really think that changes anything? You're a mutant, you hid this from me for TEN years she countered angrily. "I can't do this anymore Miles." she finished, turning around.

"No please, please-" the young me finally spoke, running towards the female, trying to pull her to stay.

"GET OFF OF ME. For all I know this FREAK passed on his disgusting genes onto you" she hissed, pushing me away.

I landing on the ground, crying. I was so upset, so angry. I screamed at the woman, my new found emotions causing her to fall to the ground, it was only then her face was revealed. it was my mother.

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I awoke, gasping back to true consciousness. I was breathing fast, trying to control myself. "Wha-what was that" I asked, turning to the professor, shaking.

 "You are an emotional telepath" the professor concluded, "When you were young, during this altercation you fed off of your mothers anger, and refocused it onto her. It seems that when you absorb others emotions, it can draw upon the fundamental life forces of individuals" the Professor paused, contemplating if he should continue or not. 

"What?" I asked, finally catching up to myself. 

"This action resulted in the absorption of her vitality, her life source" he finished.

"So I killed my own mother..?" I asked, trying not to cry.

The professor hesitated before answering, "Yes, and it seems your brain blocked out the memory because of the trauma."

 "I guess that makes sense. I mean, I've never had any recollection of her, and it makes sense why my father stopped talking to me as soon as I turned eighteen. I mean seriously on my eighteenth birthday he just up and left" I blurted before realizing the emotional toll it had taken on me. "Okay. I uh, I just need a bit. I think I'm going to go upstairs, to process things. Yeah, that's what I'll do" I stated, getting down from the table, tears welling in my eyes.

"(Y/n)" the professor interjected, "Don't blame yourself. Your powers controlled you, you can learn to control them."

I paused at the doorway, "I know, I just need a second." I said, walking back to the hall.