Remnant's X-Men

Victor

16 YEARS AGO

"What do you mean, our son is a mutant?" A man asks as a toddler plays with toys in the other room. The man is obviously tired as he sits across from a woman, presumably his wife.

"I mean, our son... has powers. He is strong. Really strong. He lifted me earlier!" His wife explains, clearly nervous.

"There's no way I gave birth to one of those." The husband says. The wife looks at her husband, exasperated.

"Please, honey. I know how you feel about mutants but Victor is your son. Please." The wife says, holding her husband's hands, begging him to understand. The husband yanks his hand away, disgusted at his wife and his child. He stands up and walks into his bedroom. He comes back minutes later, with a suitcase filled with the wife's clothes. 

"Out." He demands. The wife looks up at her husband, with fear. She begs with her husband, pleading with him. The husband slaps her to the ground. The wife, stands up, collects the rest of her things and the child's, and walks over to the child.

"Mama!" The toddler says as he's lifted into his mother's arms. The mother smiles sadly at her son before walking out the door with him.

"Why Mama sad?" The child asks they leave.

PRESENT

Soil. Still wet from the rain a few hours ago. And in that soil? Tracks. Deer tracks. My target. It thought it could escape me. It almost did. It's a clever little thing. But unfortunately, I'm not the average predator. I sniff the air. Multiple smells. Rabbit. Berries. Deer. My target. I follow the scent, stalking through the brush. Then, I see it. The deer. Grazing in the field alone. It thinks it lost me. I extend the claws in my nails, spying on my target for a few minutes longer. I leap out of the brush, and sink my claws into the deer. The deer panics, struggling to escape as I rip and tear into the deer. The deer's blood coats my arm as it dies.

I carry the deer corpse through the forest and by the cabin I live in with my Mom. It was my turn to pick dinner. Well not tonight. In about a week. I look down at my shirtless form, and I am covered in deer blood. I don't mind, but Mom definitely does. I put the deer in the freezer and hop in the shower. Mom always says, 'You may be animalistic but you are NOT a wild animal'. I hop out of the shower. 

"Hey Mom!" I call out after I get dressed in loungewear.

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It's a little after dinner when we hear a knock on the door. I ask Mom if she's expecting anyone, she says no. The person knocks again. I sniff the air, trying to get a scent. The scent I'm getting is unfamiliar. Extending my claws, I walk towards the door and open it, ready to claw the person's face off. The door reveals an old man with greenish-white hair and glasses. He smells older than he looks. I retract my claws.

"Hello, I'm here to speak with Victor Creed?" The man says. I raise my eyebrow. Why is this guy looking for me?

"I don't claim my last name." I say bluntly. "What do you want?"

"I'd like to give you an opportunity." He says. I call my Mom out of her room. This feels important.

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"Wait, wait, wait." My mom says. "So you want my son to go to Beacon?"

"Correct. I think we have been oppressing mutantkind for far too long, and I want to extend the first olive branch by allowing the first mutants into Beacon Academy." The man, who revealed himself to be Ozpin says.

"So," I interrupt, "You're gonna parade me around like a circus freak trying to prove that you aren't racist?"

"No, quite the opposite." Ozpin says. "For some odd reason, a portion of the human population believes mutants are dangerous and unpredictable. I want to change that stigma. So I have gathered six of the best mutants from across the four kingdoms. You are one of those six." 

"That's nice and all, but how are we going to pay for it?" Mom asks, a split second before I can.

"Tuition and fees are waived for you and the other mutants." Ozpin says.

I smile and look over to Mom. 

This is gonna be fun.