Author Notes: New story here with an idea that pretty much always been going through my head. I felt the need to finally write it out and only hope that others will enjoy it as much as I can.

I don't own any of the characters, just the plot.

CHAPTER ONE: A BRAND NEW DAY

Bayville by all appearances is a normal town. Outside of New York, it has the feel of a small town, but pretty much has many attractions that it isn't really dull for those of the younger generation.

Kind of hard to believe that there is a secret war going on underneath this very town and no one was the wiser. It is a war that could decide the very fate of the world, between two superpower groups with their own ideals of how the world should and could be now and in the future.

One side, bend on staying in hidden for now until the world is ready to know about them and that there would be peace and understanding between the two side of humankind. The other side seemed to only think that there would be no peace, that there would be only pain and war. They see that humans would never accept them and set out to rule over them in the end and that they should strike and not stay hidden at all.

Both sides taken to recruiting members that see the ideals of their side or through other more underhanded means if that is required.

There is still one threat that both side need to conquer before going out into the world and see where mankind's fate would be.

The hallways of high school…

One would think that with living in the large of mansion as the one the edge of Bayville, there would be more than enough space for the people living inside of it. But given that most of the residents were still teenagers, it is hard for things to be quite when there are only three adults to maintain control. It is no surprise that breakfast is one of the loudest points of the day.

"Anyone seen my homework!?"

"Have anyone seen my bag?!"

"Hurry up or you all will have to take the bus!"

"Anyone! My bag!"

The chaos as the younger members of the home that was known as Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters ran around was not uncommon as they dash around the main area in search of that items were missing and needed for the day

Only one of them was prepared for the day and was longest member of the school. A tall and lean guy with brown hair and a set of ruby red glasses wearing a blue sweater with tan pants stood in the middle of the main lobby as the chaos surrounded the area. He was known as Scott Summer but it was known as Cyclops, leader of the X-Men.

"Guys! We are going to be late!"

There was a puff of black smoke and then the air was filled with the smell of rotten eggs aka sulfur as it signal the appearance of Nightcrawler in crouch position. Really known as Kurt Wagner, a young German man, he by all appearance look like human with he is pale skin, black-blue hair with a tan shirt over a long sleeve red shirt and green cargo pants. This was a hologram takes to the image inducer so that he would appear outside like normal. In reality, he took the appearance of a blue devil with blue fur covering all over his body, three fingers, two toes and an arrowhead pointed tail.

"Ready to roll!" he said.

"Wait for me!" shouted another young male, an African American boy with dyed blond hair, white tank and cargo shorts. As he came down the stairs, he ran into a young girl, brown hair pulled up into a ponytail with on brown sandals, jeans, a white t-shirt and pink sweater as she just appeared right out of the stairs and crashed into one another.

"Watch where you're going, Evan," Kitty Pride aka Shadowcat with the ability to phase through any solid object, shouted as she regrouped and ran down the rest of the stairs.

"Me! You're the one that appeared out of nowhere, Kitty!" Evan Daniels aka Spyke, name for his self-replicating exoskeleton which he uses for armor and weapons.

"Guys! School," stated Scott as he wanted to get moving.

"What about Jean?" asked Kitty as they all piled towards the garage with their school bags.

"Coming," called out the last member of their group, the second oldest of their small team, a redhead with on a light purple top and tan pants. Jean Grey, gifted with a strong telepathic ability was quick to make her way down the stairs and joined them as they all chatted on their way out, talked of projects, friends and the afternoon training they would no doubt be running into once they got home.

"Ahhh, some quiet," praised Ororo Munroe an older African American with natural long white hair who was otherwise known as Storm for her weather manipulation powers as the remaining adults sat in the kitchen and started to enjoy the quiet in the mansion as the students left for the day.

"Yes, for now," spoken an older gentleman, dress nicely as he sat in his wheelchair. This man was important as he was the founder of not only the school but the X-Men, Professor Charles Xavier and as well as one of the most powerful telepath on the planet.

"Something wrong, Charles?" asked Ororo as they shared a morning tea.

"This feeling I have…" he shared with her.

"Is it about Rogue? Do you still believe-"

"Yes, I do. She will come over on her own one day, but we still might face her in a fight in the future and I do worry that the students' feelings towards her might cause some hesitation," he said, "Might include her in a training simulation."

"Understandable, but I take it is what truly bothering you?"

"Just a feeling…"

She stood in the middle of her office at Bayville High School, the principal, Ms Darkhome stared out into the parking lot as the morning rush of students came in. Some of them really didn't matter of any importance to her in the future while others she might have a bit unhealthy concern about as she spotted the student's from Xavier's drive in.

Maybe because she wasn't really trying to be a high school principal but stay close to get more information as Mystique for Magneto and keep a closer eye as well on those they have recruited for their brotherhood. She could care less about most of them young boys as they were willing to go along with things, but there were a couple children that she would have to keep a closer eye on.

Example, a young lady that could not touch another human without draining their life force and powers, went by the name Rogue. No sign of the other members of the Brotherhood in sight. A disappointment.

That had left her attention toward their…'newest' member. Erik told her to keep an eye on him, really she couldn't see why and when asked, he avoided the question only how he could.

Said boy was inside of her office, nervous as hell. For what reason, she could think of a few as she turned around and smiled at him as she took some paper from her desk.

"First off, let me welcome you to Bayville High, am I am sure that you will be quite happy here," he said as she pretty much put on the air, to fool anyone that might come in the office unannounced.

"Ah…sure," he mumbled, shifted around in his seat.

"You will find things a bit more different I am sure compared to your old school, in New York. But when I looked at your transcript, I can feel that it will take you no time in adapting here," she said as she took to handing over a sheet, "Here is your schedule for your classes. Any questions?"

"No, Ms. Darkhome," he said, not giving her any eye contacted as he seem to be more focus on his hand or on the sheet she gave him

"Well, if you do or have any problems, don't be afraid to come if you are having a hard time," she said.

"Ah…right," he said as he got up and lifted his book bag over his shoulder, "I…I better get to class."

He left the office quickly enough as she was left alone.

At least, until sign of his presence of the paper clips on her desk started to float and move around.

"I suppose you are still not going to tell me where you found him," she said as the air hummed.

"It is not important for now. Just know that he is a powerful addition to our side and that he shouldn't cause too much trouble," the shadows spoke as a man stood in there.

"Oh?"

"Just know that he understands where he stands and what would happen if he should waiver."

"I'm dead," moaned Evan as he crumbled his latest math test in his hand as the last bell for the next classes started.

"Well, if you only study like I told you too, you wouldn't have," said Kitty as they strolled out of the class.

"Please, I didn't think it would be that hard."

"That 32% seems to say difference,"

"Kitty…I can't show Auntie O this! She will make me pull extra training, she will have my head! My board!" he moaned, but didn't really watch where he was going before he crashed into someone, causing both of them to fall on the ground.

"Ah, sorry."

Getting back up, Evan and Kitty turned to see a new face, at least to them. Was a young boy about their age for sure with short brown hair, a bit shaggy with tan cargo pants and a long blue sleeve shirt, nothing appeared about him as he took to picking up the paper he dropped which Kitty saw as a schedule. No one needed it at this time of the year, mid-November, but new students….

"You're new here?" she asked.

The boy gave a nervous chuckle as he nodded his head, "Yeah, just transfer here today. Still trying to find my way around."

"The first day is always the toughest, but Bayville is pretty cool," said Kitty"

"Yeah, Midtown was nothing like this place for sure," he said.

Evan seemed to perk up at that, "Midtown, as in Midtown Manhattan? Dude, great to have another New Yorker here," he said with a grin as he swung his arm around the other boy, who was nervous from the sudden attention.

"Ah yeah….heheh."

"Evan, you are like scaring him," scoffed Kitty as she walked along with the two boys, "Here, let us help find your way around here. I'm Kitty Pryde and Mr. Friendly here is Evan Daniels."

He flashed a nervous smile as he showed his schedule, "Nice to meet you, I'm Peter, Peter Parker."