Los Angeles High School
The bell rang, echoing through the hallways of Los Angeles High School. Lockers slammed, backpacks clattered, and students poured out of classrooms in a chaotic wave. Amid it all, a skinny kid with glasses and messy blond hair walked slowly, lost in thought, barely noticing the flow of students around him.
He rounded a corner and collided with someone.
"Oh uh, sorry," he muttered, looking up.
Immediately, his stomach sank. He had made a terrible mistake. Towering over him was Trevor Jackson the school's biggest bully, all broad shoulders, sharp sneer, and a reputation for finding the weakest target in the room.
"Watch where you're going, nerd," Trevor growled. Before the kid could answer, a fist slammed into his gut. The air whooshed from his lungs, and he crumpled to his knees, clutching his stomach.
Trevor crouched and began rifling through the kid's backpack, tossing books and papers onto the floor. "What is this? A library exploded in your bag?" he mocked, stomping on the scattered items.
A sudden shove from behind sent Trevor stumbling back. He spun around, fists raised, and froze.
Leaning casually against a locker was a boy with messy black hair and dark circles under his brown eyes. He rubbed one eye lazily and smirked like nothing could faze him.
"Chris Walker," Trevor spat, "if you don't want another beatdown, back off."
Chris raised an eyebrow, his voice flat but sharp. "Trevor… I get that you're not the brightest guy in the school, but I didn't think you'd be the dumbest. You do realize who that kid's dad is, right?"
Trevor blinked, confusion flickering across his face. "Wait… what?"
Chris leaned slightly closer, his smirk widening. "He's the governor's son, dumbass."
Trevor's face went pale. He took a hesitant step back, fists dropping, eyes darting around for an escape. The blond kid just stared, wide-eyed and completely confused. Chris held up a finger in a 'shh' gesture toward him.
"Go on. Get out of here," Chris said quietly. Trevor muttered something under his breath and backed off, leaving the hallway behind him.
Chris crouched down and helped the blond kid to his feet. "Don't start thanking me," he said bluntly, already brushing off the interaction. "I'm not in the mood for your gratitude."
Before the kid could protest, Chris pushed off the locker and walked down the hall, blending into the crowd like he had been there all along. The blond kid stood frozen, heart racing, still trying to figure out exactly who he had just met.
Timeskip
Chris walked alone, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie as the late afternoon sun dipped low over Los Angeles. The streets were loud but his mind was quiet.
"Chris!"
His steps slowed and Chris turned around and there they were.
Trevor stood at the edge of the sidewalk with three of his goons behind him, all bigger than they were smart. Trevor's face was twisted with rage, veins bulging at his neck, fists clenched so tight his knuckles looked white.
"CHRIS, YOU ASSHOLE!" Trevor screamed. "YOU LIED! THAT NERD'S DAD IS SOME BORING BARTENDER!"
Chris sighed softly, like this was more annoying than dangerous. He took a slow step back, eyes never leaving Trevor.
"It's not my fault your pea-sized brain couldn't tell I was lying," Chris said flatly. "Honestly, that one's on you."
Trevor's face went bloody red. His chest heaved as he shook with fury.
"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!" Trevor roared, pointing straight at him. "GET HIM!"
That was Chris's cue so he turned and bolted.
Footsteps thundered behind him as Trevor and his goons charged after him, shouting and cursing as they ran. Chris's heart pounded, adrenaline flooding his system as he sprinted down the sidewalk, backpack bouncing against his back.
Great, he thought bitterly. Should've kept my mouth shut.
But that had never really been his thing.
He cut sharply around a corner, lungs burning as the sounds of pursuit followed close behind.
Chris sprinted down the narrow alley, the sounds of Trevor and his goons close behind him. The alley narrowed as he turned a corner, and he cursed under his breath.
Concrete walls pressed in on all sides. Trash littered the ground and no way out.
Trevor and his goons skidded to a stop a few meters away, grinning like predators.
"Going somewhere, Chris?" Trevor sneered, stepping closer.
Chris's heart hammered in his chest. He tried to keep his voice calm, sarcastic, even in the cornered panic. "Yeah… somewhere far, far away from your face."
Trevor chuckled, and the goons lunged at him. Chris barely dodged the first punch, but the next connected. A fist slamming into his ribs. He doubled over, a sharp pain shooting through him as they stomped on his backpack and knocked him to the ground.
"Get him!" one of them barked.
Chris gritted his teeth, scrambling to his feet, but another kick sent him sprawling again. Rage flared in his chest.
"No more," he muttered through clenched teeth.
His fists shot forward, punching the air in frustration. And then it happened…..a sharp crack rang out, like the sound of breaking stone. The air itself seemed to split.
Chris's eyes widened as a shockwave erupted from him, blasting outward. Trash cans flew, dumpsters toppled, and Trevor and his goons were hurled backward like ragdolls, crashing against the alley wall with a sickening thud. Concrete dust and debris clouded the air.
Chris stumbled back, heart racing, chest heaving. He looks around in shock and he slowly walks to Trevor who hasn't move and lightly taps him with his leg and Trevor doesn't respond and then he checked for a pulse and he didn't feel any.
Chris fell back in fear and he then hears cop sirens and he starts running out the ally.
X-Mansion – Cerebro
The room was silent.
Pure white walls curved upward, seamless and endless, broken only by a raised platform at its center. Upon it sat a bald man in a sleek wheelchair, a strange metallic helmet encasing his head. Cables hummed softly as Cerebro came alive.
Charles Xavier's eyes were closed but suddenly they snapped open.
A sharp breath escaped his lips as his fingers tightened against the armrests. Somewhere far across the country, something had shifted.
"A powerful mutant has awakened in Los Angeles," Charles muttered.
He lifted a hand, two fingers pressing gently to the side of his temple. His voice echoed not through the room, but through minds across the mansion.
"Logan. Rogue. Peter. Bobby. Meet me at the jet. Immediately." Charles thought.
The hum of Cerebro faded as Charles exhaled slowly, concern shadowing his calm expression. But they weren't the only ones who had felt it.
Elsewhere
A dimly lit chamber of steel and stone echoed with slow footsteps. A woman with blue skin and piercing yellow eyes walked beside a tall man clad in dark crimson armor. His long white hair framed a face hardened by decades of war.
"Mystique," the man said calmly, turning toward her.
"A new powerful mutant has awakened," she said. "In Los Angeles."
Magneto eyes narrowed. "I felt it," he said. "Raw power. Untrained."
Mystique folded her arms. "Charles will move quickly."
"Yes," Magneto replied. "Which is why we must move faster."
He turned to her, voice firm. "Gather Sabretooth. Juggernaut. Pyro. Bring the mutant in."
Mystique raised an eyebrow. "Why them?"
Magneto's gaze hardened. "If we sensed this awakening," he said, "then Charles has as well. I want force. Speed. No hesitation."
Mystique smirked faintly and gave a short nod. "I'll find them."
As she turned and disappeared into the shadows, Magneto looked toward the horizon, a faint magnetic hum building around him.
"A power like that," he said quietly, "will change the future one way or another."
Los Angeles
Chris didn't stop running until his lungs burned.
He burst through the front door of his house, slammed it shut behind him, and locked it with shaking hands. His back hit the door as he slid down to the floor, chest heaving, breaths coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
"Okay… okay… okay…" he whispered to himself.
The house shuddered and Chris froze.
The walls rattled, picture frames trembling as if an invisible earthquake was rolling through the living room. He looked down at his hands and his breath caught.
A faint light-blue glow pulsed around his fists.
"No,no, no, no," he muttered, shaking his hands violently. "Stop. Stop!"
The glow didn't fade but it intensified.
The house creaked again, the floor humming beneath him. Panic surged, hot and suffocating. His breathing spiraled faster then Knock. Knock. Knock.
Chris went completely still.
His heart pounded as he slowly stood, every step toward the door careful, quiet. He leaned forward and looked through the peephole but nothing because no one stood on his porch.
Swallowing hard, he unlocked the door and stepped outside, glancing left… then right.
The street was empty and then something slammed into him from behind and massive hand wrapped around his throat, lifting him clean off the ground. Chris gasped as he was dragged upward, feet scraping uselessly against the side of the house until suddenly he was on the roof.
Chris slammed down hard, coughing, vision blurring as he looked up into a feral grin. Blond hair, wild and unkempt. Sharp eyes filled with hunger.
"Smells like a newborn mutant," the man growled. "I like that."
Chris choked out, "You know… most people say hi."
"Sabretooth," a calm voice interrupted.
A woman stepped out of the shadows, her skin a deep, unnatural blue. Yellow eyes studied Chris with interest rather than cruelty.
Mystique tilted her head. "Let him breathe."
Sabretooth scoffed but released him, stepping back as Chris sucked in air and scrambled upright.
Another thud shook the roof as a massive man landed beside them, cracking the tiles beneath his boots. His helmet gleamed faintly in the streetlight.
Juggernaut crossed his arms. "That's the kid? He doesn't look like much."
"Neither did I," Pyro said, flames dancing lazily across his fingertips as he leaned against a chimney. "Before someone showed me the truth."
Chris pushed himself to his feet, hands still glowing faintly blue. His voice was sharp, defensive. "Okay. Either I finally lost it… or you're about to explain why my roof is full of psychos."
Mystique smiled. "Chris Walker. You felt it today, didn't you? The power. The fear. The way the world finally noticed you."
Chris clenched his fists. "I didn't ask for it."
"No mutant ever does," Mystique said gently. "But we all choose what to do after."
Juggernaut snorted. "Humans will fear you. Lock you up. Use you."
"Or worse," Pyro added. "They'll pretend to help while teaching you to hate yourself."
Chris's jaw tightened. "And you're different?"
Mystique stepped closer. "We don't ask you to be smaller," she said. "We don't ask you to hide."
Sabretooth grinned, showing teeth. "We let you hit back."
Chris hesitated. "And what happens," he asked quietly, "if I say no?"
Mystique's smile vanished.
Her yellow eyes hardened as she looked at Chris, then past him and toward the night sky.
"Then we take out a potential problem," she said coldly.
Chris took a slow step back "Yeah," he said dryly, "that's not really a good pitch. You should work more on that."
Sabertooth cracked his neck, grinning. "I was hopin' you'd say no."
The night split open with a roar.
A sleek black jet tore through the clouds, descending fast. Wind blasted across the rooftops as it hovered overhead, floodlights snapping on and bathing the scene in white light.
The jet's hatch opened.
Wolverine dropped first, landing in a crouch, claws already sliding free with a metallic snikt. Behind him, a massive steel-skinned figure hit the roof like a meteor Colossus straightening to his full towering height.
Ice spread across the roof as Bobby Drake slid down in a wave of frost, stopping beside them. Last came Rogue, landing lightly, eyes locked on Mystique.
Chris stared. "Okay," he breathed. "So this is officially the weirdest day of my life."
Sabertooth laughed, deep and feral. "Mine just got better."
He lunged and he crashed into Wolverine like a missile, claws and fists tearing into each other as they slammed into an air vent. Metal shrieked. Sparks flew.
"MISS ME, RUNT?" Sabertooth roared, slamming Logan into the ground.
Logan snarled back, claws flashing as he raked across Sabertooth's chest. "Been smellin' you for miles."
They rolled, punching, slashing, healing almost as fast as they were hurt. Sabertooth threw Wolverine through a rusted vent housing, bending steel like cardboard.
Chris flinched hard.
"That….he just threw him like he weighs nothing," he muttered.
Wolverine came back instantly, leaping onto Sabertooth's shoulders, claws plunging into the concrete beside his head.
"You never learn," Logan growled.
Sabertooth laughed and headbutted him so hard Logan skidded backward.
Chris swallowed.
"They fight like animals…"
Then the roof shook because Juggernaut charged.
Each step cracked concrete, the sound like thunder rolling under Chris's feet. Colossus planted himself between Juggernaut and the edge of the roof, steel skin gleaming under the floodlights.
"Do not come any closer," Colossus warned calmly.
Juggernaut answered by slamming into him.
The impact sent a shockwave across the rooftop, knocking Chris flat on his back. He gasped as the air was forced from his lungs.
"Oh come on!" Chris coughed. "That's cheating he's basically a tank!"
Colossus slid backward, boots carving trenches into the roof but he didn't fall. He pushed back.
Muscle against unstoppable force and Juggernaut roared, swinging a massive fist. Colossus caught it.
For a moment, they were frozen with Juggernaut straining forward, Colossus holding the line.
"You are strong," Colossus said. "But not unstoppable."
Juggernaut headbutted him and that sends Colossus off the roof.
Juggernaut turns to Chris and says "I'm the Juggernaut bitch!" He rushes and Chris eyes widen and he looks at his fist and he remembers what he did to Trevor and he closes his eyes to remember the feeling he had when he first used his powers.
He then sends a punch and cracks appear in the air and a shockwave happend sending Juggernaut flying off the roof into a car and it explodes.
Chris stares in fist in shock but he the temperature around him change and he looks to see Pyro snapped his fingers, and fire exploded outward, curling toward him but before stopping short with ice surged up instantly, swallowing the flames in a wall of frost.
Bobby slid into view on a wave of ice, grinning despite the chaos.
"Dude," Bobby said, "we do this every time."
Pyro laughed, spinning fire into whips that cracked through the air. "And every time, I get better."
Flames lashed out and ice rose to meet them.
Steam erupted, rolling across the rooftop so thick Chris had to shield his eyes.
Bobby hurled spears of ice. Pyro melted them midair, fire roaring louder, brighter.
"STOP TURNING MY ELEMENT INTO STEAM!" Bobby yelled.
"No promises!"
Chris then turns to see Mystique moved like water, her body shifting just enough to avoid Rogue's punches, her form flickering with faces, limbs, voices blurring together.
"Still holding back," Mystique taunted softly. "You always do."
Rogue lunged, grabbing Mystique's arm. "I don't want to hurt you!"
Mystique twisted, her arm morphing, slipping free as she kicked Rogue backward.
"And that," Mystique said coldly, "is why you lose."
They collided again with Rogue slamming Mystique into a vent, Mystique countering with a sweep that sent Rogue skidding across the roof.
Chris hears rumbling and he turns to see Juggernaut getting up but he coughs out blood and Juggernaut stares at his blood in shock and he looks at Chris woth such rage he then tosses the car at Chris and Chris hops off the roof to dodge and he stands up to see Juggernaut charging him but Colossus shoulder tackles Juggernaut out the way.
Chris just looks at the carnage around him but he sees his house shake and he looks up to see a man in a purple outfit float fown from the sky and Chris seeing the news knows who that is.
"Magneto…" Chris says in shock.
Magneto landed softly, boots touching down as if gravity itself respected him. His gaze swept over the battlefield, taking in the fallen Brotherhood, the X-Men regrouping, the damage Chris had caused.
"Impressive," Magneto said at last, his voice calm and measured. "Untrained. Afraid. And yet you stood against the Juggernaut."
Chris swallowed. "I didn't really have a choice."
Magneto's eyes softened just slightly. "You never do. Not at first."
He stepped closer, stopping a few feet away. "They will fear you for what you are capable of," he continued. "They always do. Humans see power like yours and think only of control… or cages."
Chris glanced at the X-Men. Wolverine watched carefully. Rogue looked worried. Colossus was keeping his eyes on Juggernaut.
Magneto followed his gaze. "Charles will offer you safety," he said. "A school. A leash disguised as kindness."
Before Chris could respond, the night roared again.
The X-Jet descended, engines screaming as it landed on the rooftop. The ramp lowered and a bald man in a wheelchair rolled forward, calm and composed amid the chaos.
"Erik," Charles Xavier said gently.
Magneto smiled. "Charles."
They looked at each other like old friends who had never stopped arguing.
"You felt him," Magneto said. "You came quickly."
"As did you," Charles replied. "Which is why we must be careful with what we say next."
Chris looked between them. "You two… know each other."
"Very well," Charles said. "And for a very long time."
Magneto turned back to Chris. "Come with me," he said plainly. "I will not ask you to hide. I will not tell you to be smaller. You are powerful and power deserves truth."
Charles rolled closer, his voice calm but firm. "And I will teach you control. So that no one else gets hurt when you lose your footing."
Chris clenched his fists. "You make it sound like I'm dangerous."
Magneto didn't hesitate. "You are."
Charles nodded. "Which is why guidance matters."
Silence fell between them.
Chris looked down at his hands again. He remembered Trevor.
"I don't want to hurt people," he said quietly. "But I don't want to be told I'm broken either."
Charles met his eyes. "You are not broken, Chris. You are learning."
Magneto watched him carefully. "This world will make you choose sides eventually," he said. "Just remember when it does I will still be here."
Chris took a long breath then he looked at Charles.
"…I want to learn how to stop shaking the ground every time I get angry," he said. "So I'm coming with you."
Magneto studied him for a long moment then nodded once, respectfully.
"A wise first step," he said. "Do not mistake it for your last."
With a turn of his cape, Magneto rose back into the air, metal humming as he ascended into the night sky and he takes his brotherhood with him but juggernaut still glares at Chris.
Charles exhaled softly. "You did well."
Chris glanced around one last time at the destruction… then toward the open ramp of the X-Jet.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Let's just hope your school has good insurance."
But a woman scream is heard and Chris turns to see his mom Sarah Walker staring in shock at her damaged house and she finds Chris and glares at him and Chris is frozen in fear and he can say is "Hiii mom! How was work?"
Chapter End
Author Note: What do you think of This new X-Men fanfic where the MC has Whitebeard Quake abilities. The love interest will be revealed next chapter.