I'm Alexander Pierce's son

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It's dark all around again. Looks like I'm going to die for real this time. Hmmmm... Why don't I feel anything unusual? Stop! I'm starting to feel my body. It feels like sleep paralysis, only this time I couldn't even open my eyes. But when it was over, I was able to get out of bed and survey my condition. I was immensely relieved that that shit was just a nightmare. The body was in pretty acceptable condition after receiving all that damage. Even with the pile of bandages I was wrapped in, my body was only slightly sore. This was both pleasing and alarming, because if I was almost recovered from that horror, how much time had already passed? What had happened to the boys? A puma certainly has strong regeneration, but it wouldn't stand a chance against those brutes. They probably think I've been killed. I'll have to contact them.

With those thoughts, I ripped the sensors off my body and the screen lit up red. On the way out, a man in a white coat and glasses almost bumped into me.

- You're awake now. - His voice was full of joy. - You need to go back to bed until your body recovers fully.

- Doc, how long was I out? - I take it it's the Beast? I think he was mostly responsible for the X's treatment of students on suicide missions from the school.

- You were unconscious for two days. - His eyes are full of admiration.

- Your genome is amazing. Can you tell me what other abilities besides telepathy you have? - He was almost drooling as he looked at me. If I knew a little less about him, I'd be worried about what might have happened while I was unconscious.

- Hank, calm down, you're starting to scare the boy. - Said Xavier entering the room. It was McAvoy, by the way.

- But, Professor, his DNA is striking. - Tried to object to the beast.

- Later. - Charles said in a tone that didn't tolerate argument.

- All right. - Said McCoy sullenly, walking away. He looked as if he was being pulled away from his study of the eighth wonder of the world.

- Professor, can I make a phone call, or my friends might think I'm dead? - I said, looking at him with a serious look.

- Of course you can call. But after that, I hope you can answer some of my questions. - He said, smiling the kindest smile he could muster. However, there was obvious worry in his gaze. I couldn't tell if it was the inability to get inside my head or the fact that it wasn't every day that a half-dead teenager showed up in his top-secret basement.

Upon receiving the phone, I immediately contacted Filipa on a number that only team members knew. She was overjoyed that I was alive. I hadn't even noticed how we had become so friendly over the months. She told me what happened at their place after the plan went down in tartarus.

After I escaped, the Puma had also encountered these modified humans, but luckily they didn't seem to be much different in strength than the first two that attacked me. Thomas broke them off and continued his pursuit, but he realised too late that he had taken the wrong route. So following back and turning towards me, he found only blood stains on the walls and floor that smelled of me and two other unknowns. Not finding my body or any sign of the target, he retreated. And they left the base.

Now they are in hiding and healing their wounds. To the offer to meet after recovery, I replied that I would think about it. I was about to interrupt my career as a mercenary because of the soon to start plot of the second iron, and this mission reinforced my idea that I need an upgrade and it is better, until I get it, not to shine much.

The professor, as expected, asked about how I got these injuries and my name. I didn't make up much about the injuries, saying that I had been attacked by heavily armed military men, mutants among them. This answer made him think about it - it's a very unique situation. Saying that I had been attacked by the military would not explain the wounds I received from those who were beyond the capabilities of a mere human, and he did not know of any organisations that used other mutants to hunt mutants. I kept the old name, though. Why change what works? On the question of how I got to the basements of the mansion, it took a long time to puzzle out, but agreed on one of the abilities that I can not yet control. And that even when using the correct coordinates, the landing altitude often glitches. He said that I was lucky then, because because I didn't shine much for telepaths, if I landed on a rooftop they might not find me until a couple of days later.

Afterwards we discussed a few more things. He was extremely surprised to learn that I wasn't a telepath, and said that my mutation was the strangest one he'd seen in the entire time he'd been at the institute. I wondered, of course, how they hadn't realised I didn't have the X gene, since Hank had apparently already messed around with my blood. Wait! Or is it there? That thought knocked me out of my rut, and, interrupting the professor's monologue about the many advantages of living in this institute, and how any mutant who went astray would be welcome here, and could help me unlock my potential, I asked where the Beast's lab was. Then, having apologised to Charles, I left for the abode of test tubes and experiments with such acceleration that if I met that wolf now, he would just swallow dust.

When I got to the lab, I found the Beast studying some genes. When he saw me, he immediately grabbed me and bombarded me with questions.

- How many powers do you have? When did you discover your mutations? Can you feel the changes in you? - He would have poured words at me nonstop if I hadn't been able to break free and say I'd try to answer his questions if he calmed down a bit.

- Let me get this straight. Before this I thought I only had one ability, but you said I also had telepathic defence. Did your instruments show anything strange in my X gene? - This is the moment of truth.

- No, it's not different from the others, but your body and DNA, they're amazing! - There's that scary crazy fan girl look again.

- And by what? - I ask, pulling back a little.

- Your body has changed throughout your recovery. If you couldn't see it by eye, the instruments clearly showed that your regeneration rate was increasing every hour. No, of course, your regeneration rate was not surprising even by the latest readings. I had seen much more powerful regeneration abilities, but an ability that was constantly getting stronger was something I had never seen before.

- This was something I didn't know about. - I even had hopes of gaining one very useful ability.

- Also, your blood is a bit like Logan's, not in terms of regeneration, but in terms of the animal component, only you have 13 times more of it. To be honest, I don't understand how you still have such an ordinary appearance, when you have three or four times that amount, the human body starts to change, adapting to the altered DNA. - At these words, his gaze dropped. Looks like this Hank guy's already used the serum on himself. So he's sitting on that suppressor right now?

- You say that like you've been in this situation before? - I'm trying to confirm my hunch.

- Yes, I have. There was a time when I was eager to get rid of my mutation, and in my zeal, I didn't fully consider the risks and paid for it with my appearance. - Now he's missing a cloud over his head for the full picture of gloom.

- But you look pretty normal now. Unless, of course, you're looking at that jumper. - I tried to break up the negativity that filled the room.

- What's wrong with the jumper? - Distracted from his self-abuse, he turns his attention to a part of his wardrobe.

- There's nothing wrong with it when it's on a grandfather who's in his 70s, but you're not even in your 30s, are you? Or is that one of your mutant powers? And you're actually a few hundred years old? Because if that's the case, all claims are dropped and I'd even be willing to give you a rocking chair as a reconciliation.

- No, I'm only 27. And I like rocking chairs. - He added quietly at the end, but I could hear him.

- So you didn't tell me what's wrong with your appearance? - I bring the subject back to the important issues.

- My human appearance is now maintained by injections of a serum that suppresses my X gene," he confessed, pointing to the vials of blue liquid in the corner of the lab.

- So without them, you'll look like something between a human and an animal, and the furry fans will start gathering around you?

- Almost. I'll grow blue hair, my hands will take on a more animal-like appearance, and my face will reshape itself into something closer to animal form. But I don't know about any furry fans.

- Yeah? Well, then I suggest you google it, and I'm sure if you send pictures of you looking like that to any related sites, you'll get a lot of fans.

- I was wondering if you would be willing to continue donating your blood and saliva while you recover? The data I could get from them would help me a lot. - He asked, looking at me with a hopeful look.

- How can I refuse someone who saved my life. - I replied with a smile.

- Thank you. - We shake hands and I leave the lab with a lot on my mind. Turning around I notice Beast starting to google something.

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