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Rewriting History	By : GreatMilenko Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male > Bobby/John Views: 2962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Tragic Beginnings
- 2-Some Time to Think
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Rewriting History: Tragic Beginnings
First and foremost, I do not own X-Men in any way shape or form. I am writing this merely for my amusement, etc. etc. etc. I am not making money off of this and soforth.
This is my first fic, and a second chapter is in the works. I will be happy to post it if you review this one. Tell me what you think, like, don't like. Build me up, tear it down, just let me know. I will be the first to admit this is probably not the best writtin, but hey. . the next one is turning up much better. Not as fast paced.

It happened that fast. I couldn�t act any other way. I panicked, no idea what to do. Now that I think about it, I don�t even think I really did it against my own will. I hadn�t that abiloverover my powers yet. They were as they were, a part of me, yet not quite something that I can control. Sudden outbursts, occasional mishaps, that�s all they were to me as of yet. My abilities.
And there he stood. Inbalmed in ice. The look of horror was frozen onto his face. And his friends stood were lost in a confusion of thoughts. I have no idea why they chased me now, but any future incident would be clear to me. They saw me for what I was. A freak. Everyone would know it now. I saw their heads shake in disgust as they ran away. This wouldn�t be our final encounter.
But now I had to worry about. . .�Jessica!� I screamed, and I realized that she too was in horror. There would be no escape from the resentment. They were chasing us. And here I stood now, 15 years old. . .despised by my tormenters, and now, by my only true love. �You. . You. . You FREAK!� She spat at Her Her words melting me like fire. We were being chased, but that fact didn�t matter.
Self defense. I protected myself, I protected her. . .there was no way I could have lasted in a fight. I was firm, and ripped. . But my small frame. . There was no other option. And then my powers just, sort of took over me. And the once human, now block of ice before us was the result. But our safety apparently, mattered only to me. The horror in her eyes showed this to me.
�I knew. . There was something wrong with you. But this, this. . Whatever it is that you are. Whatever it was that you just did, that�s too much. I thought you might have been gay. But no. . you�re a freak, you�re a monster. . I . . I. . HE TRIED TO HURT ME! RAPE!� She ran off screaming in the other direction. Doesn�t miss a thing, this one, now does she?
After our previous incident I had figured that maybe the �Freak� aspect of it was a little obvious. But gay? I thihe mhe might have hit that one right on the head. But the truth is, that doesn�t really come into play until later. And even now I�m not quite sure exactly what it is that I am. But backing up a little. .I was scared. Utterly in fear. Now everyone knew. What was once left between me and my parents would soon be known to the entire world.
And, did she just say rape? For the first time in my entire life I think I shivered. But not because I was cold. It was out of fear.
The night was no different. The realization of what had happened earlier had finally sunk in. But there was no one here. There was no pounding on the doors. There was no angob. ob. Nothing on the news. They say that the calm before the storm is always the worst. Well from experience, I�d have to say it�s the calm after. I only wish I could control my powers.
I wish that I didn�t have them. As the razor-blade cut into the skin, I was able to relax for the first time all day. It was my fault. I must be punished. But why must punishment feel this good? I concentrated on the blood. Good thing my parents were away for the weekend, or they wouldn�t have left my side. And this constant relief would never have been a reality.
The pain would have ruptured inside of me. But now I could let it out. I could be free.
I studied the blood with interest as it fell. Its smooth texture As it fell from the flame-looking incarcerations on my wrist. Interesting how the cut came to form something that is the complete opposite of me. The blood again. Curving down the side of my wrist. I could almost see my reflection in it. My ice blue eyes. My blonde hair. . And the blood hit the floor with a shatter. �Smash.�
I examined the blood. �Wha. .� And again. �Smash.� A brick through the front window this time. And the fear suddenly came back to me. They were inside the house already. How could I not have heard them earlier? Was I that lost in my concentration? Was I that lost on trying to focus that I found myself oblivious to the entire outside world around me? Apparently I had.
I wiped my wrist on my pants and at the very same moment I felt the wrist come smashing into my Adams apple. And I could no longer breathe. I was being dragged across the floor. My ankles thudding down every step. The air was coming to me in smaller amounts and I found myself gasping for it. �Ughh!� More air into my lungs, but I only found myself weaker after that sad attempt.
�Oh? You want to breath now do you?� Asked the man? The anger and rage mixed in with his apparent sarcasm. �What do you think Josh, should we let him breathe?� I could see the mob in front of me now. The entire town. The people I knew, the people I loved, the people that I grew up around. My teachers, my preacher, my friends. They were all there, and I could she hhe hate in all of the.
I could feel it off of them like heat. Friends no more. They all started to blur a little, as I was getting nowhere in my struggle. �Well? Should we let him breathe Josh? Or what!� I could see nothing now but the dark sky above me. -CRASH- Something collided with my jaw. I�d never felt a pain like this before. As a piece of the brick flew past my lip, gashing it severly, I finally realized what had happened. And it wasn�t long before it would happen again.
-SMASH- Another one this time. Upside my forehead. Death? Was this to be my fate? Was this how I was to die? For being who I am? For defending myself? The powers weren�t responding now. If I even had them, they weren�t making themselves present. I couldn�t use them, or should I say. .they couldn�t use me. The pain was outrageous.

�So you really thought you�d get away with it? You FREAK! YOU MONSTER! HOW DARE YOU RAPE MY DAUGHTER!� The wrist around my throat was loosened and I gasped for air. But it wasn�t long until I found myself back in that similar situation. I was hit hard in the ribs by a fist from a man I had yet to see. And I shifted my head.
He was about my height. 5�8� black moppy hair and green eyes. And I was loaded with three more fists before he said anything. �Thought you�d get away with it did you? You and your, abnormality. You and your, attacking my son. RAPEING his girlfriend!� I looked around at all of them and shook my head. I could feel the blood running down my cheeks like tears.
There was blood in my eyes as well, partially distorting my vision. As I blinked, it slid down my cheek like another tear. I was crying tears of blood. And I could hear the voice now of the man behind me. And I finally realized who it was. �Explain yourself boy!� came the hate-filled words of my 9^th grade Science Teacher. Jessica�s father. One last brick to the side of the face and I was out cold. Probably dead.
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