I've been writing this fan fiction serially for over a year on another forum. I'd appreiciate any feedback, and if people are interested, I wil post the rest (it's currently almost 300 pages, compiled).
WHAT IF Superman were an X-Man? (volume 1)
The breadth and width of reality is inconceivable, even to those with the powers of a god. Time and space shift forever, and what seems impossible to you, is commonplace in some other world. So it is, with this world, were things you think to be separate are subtly combined to create something new. So this story begins, not in the present, but in the pastâ€¦
22 Years Ago, 40 miles north of Topeka, Kansas
Charles Xavier rarely enjoyed a drive in the country. His doctoral studies in both genetics and psychology kept him extremely busy. However the same studies also gave him the knowledge that everyone needed to occasionally relax, so he had decided to drive across the country. A quiet trip, to a simpler way of life, away from the often too numerous minds of campus life. For unbeknownst to his friends and teachers, Charles was a telepath. His powers, and his examination of them, lead him to believe a new branch of humanity was emerging. A branch with special abilities unknown to most people. And history showed that people who were different were often persecuted. But this time the persecuted would be able to defend themselves, with potentially horrific results.
Charles shook his head. Worrying about the future was for another time. He was on vacation.
Five hundred thousand miles above the Earth, a small craft dropped out of hyperspace. Its technology protected it from the primitive satellites orbiting the planet. To them, it was a small asteroid, not even large enough to cause an alarm. The shipâ€™s thrusters fired, taking it into the atmosphere.
A sonic boom roused Xavier from his nap. He looked up to see a bright spark streaking across the sky. He watched the meteor, until it disappeared behind a grove of trees. He watched the grove, waiting for the explosion, but it never came. The entire rock must have burned up just short of the ground. He stood, stretching, and contemplated his next move. The afternoon was still young, and his tank was full. He could probably make Lincoln by nightfall. But as he walked back to his car, something stopped him dead in his tracks. He could here an infant crying, but could not see anyone or sense an adult mind. Fearing for an infant alone in the middle of an empty field, the student began jogging towards the voice. Even more odd, the voice was coming from the direction of the trees, from where the asteroid had been heading. The cries intensified, and Xavier picked up the pace. After making his way through the stand, he was met by a fantastic sight. The ground was ripped apart, as though a plane had crashed. But the craft at the end of the trail was unlike anything he had seen before, unless you counted those old sci-fi shows. The telepath approached the device carefully. It was sleek, and silver, and the nose bore a strange symbol, almost like an â€˜Sâ€™ inside a pentagon. Even more odd, the ship did not seem warm. He put his hand near it, afraid to actually touch it. But nothing occurred, and the young man was emboldened. He brushed the craft gently, but it was enough. A bright light engulfed him, and Charles suddenly wasnâ€™t in Kansas anymore.
The Planet Krypton, 46.7 Solar cycles prior
Jor-El looked at the young man before him. He looked Kryptonian, which was one reason why Jor-El had chosen this world.
â€œI am Jor-El, of Krypton,â€
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