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Assistant: Title: The Dawn of Darkness
        Author: L0NELY_SKELETON L0NELY_SKELETON 
        Chapter: 1/4 
        Summary: So uh basically is that Charles Xavier gets a cool younger half brother, Christopher/Chris. Who will be revealed to have the ability of umbrakinesis (power to do stuff with shadows).Chris also becomes besties with Peter Maximoff (they might be gay?)So like, this just follows Chris and his mindless adventures within the X-Men films. Enjoy ig.
        Contents: Chapter 1: The Birth of Christopher Xavier
    

    


  

  
  
    
    It was raining heavily outside. The people who walked outside would be drenched completely but this is just standard spring weather.April was always so rainy, especially in New York.
The weather was always so depressing, it made people who lived in this weather wonder if perhaps they were unlucky.It isn’t the most ideal area to be stuck in.From inside a hospital was a family of four. The mother who had just given birth was Sharon Xavier, her new husband, Kurt Marko, stood far back from the bed as Kurt’s first biological son, Cain, read a book. Then the son of Sharon Xavier and her original husband, paced around.Charles didn’t want to be here with Mr Marko or his half brother Cain, so only came for his mother. He cared deeply for his mom, even if Sharon neglected him when he was younger.The secret mutant paced around. The twenty-three year old could be doing something productive.
But he had to be here, he didn’t want to be a deadbeat brother, because that’ll just cause some major issues and Charles doesn’t need more problems.He already has enough problems with his whole family- or at least the family members who are actually still alive.Minutes pass and a doctor walks in, followed by a nurse holding a baby who was crying so much.Kurt, Cain, and Charles looked at the doctor. Charles could see people closing the curtains to his mother’s bed, that couldn’t be good.The doctor interrupted  the telepath's thoughts and spoke up.“The operation went almost smoothly.” The doctor started. “Yet Sharon didn’t make it.” He bluntly said. Kurt hid his smirk at the news as Cain looked at the doctor and nurse.“Did she name the baby before she died?” He asks with curiosity, acting like he cared for his newborn brother.“Yes. She named the boy Christopher Brian Xavier.” The doctor sighed to himself.Quickly after that conversation, the baby stops crying. Kurt rolls his eyes, of course she named the child with her last name, typical of stubborn and bratty women the older man thought.Charles looks intrigued with the baby. The young adult smiled a bit at the youngling as the doctor gave the small boy to Charles, deeming him the most trustworthy of responsibility there.The telepath cradles a young Christopher in his arms with such care. Knowing once he left for Oxford he wouldn’t be able to see much of Chris anymore.
Charles cherished these moments hoping he’ll be able to see his baby brother grow up.The man knew the difference between right and wrong and it felt wrong to leave this tiny and innocent infant with Kurt Marko of all people. The secret mutant knew Mr Marko and how he played favorites. Charles saw how the old man treated himself with pride and goodness. Yet Mr Marko treats his actual son, Cain, like complete sh@t.Charles took in Christopher's appearance. He’ll never forget those happy sky eyes that shined on him with joy and trust.Years that would pass by couldn’t make him forget the child who was his half brother..𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⚝ ˖  ݁𖥔 .Charles left the big dream house for Oxford as the big mansion was in his name. Meaning his step-dad and half brother couldn’t live there. Forcing Mr Marko to move.Kurt Marko and Chris Xavier moved into a rich looking house just outside of Washington, DC. The place was too big for just a child and adult, yet Mr Marko didn’t care. As long as he looked good, he’d be fine.Christopher lived with not many friends. His brother, Charles, was busy with the dream of mutant and human peace. Chris wished Charles could've had time for him but understood why he didn't get the attention he yearned for.Christopher even saw Charles on the TV, around the year 1962, fighting some man he called ‘Magneto’. That put Chris in a bad mood. He didn’t want his older brother getting hurt, even if he barely knew him.Chris never got to bond with either of his brothers much so he was left alone for so long. No friends, and barely a proper family.He got jealous of those with a better life than him. He just wanted to be shining and not the one always in the shadows.
Christopher wanted a purpose for his life, he didn't wanna keep going as the nerd people picked on. But that's how it seems his life will go for the rest of  life, much to his own annoyance. But maybe one day he’ll escape all that drama and have some peace. But for now his childhood would be broken and torn..𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⚝ ˖  ݁𖥔 .The lonely boy was playing on his dirty front yard, kicking a soccer ball by himself as he saw a moving truck and a car. His curiosity was piqued quickly. Chris noticed it was specifically a moving truck.Christopher was aware his old neighbours moved out so he predicted that these new people were moving in next door. He’d hoped that maybe this was a family that had a kid so he could try to make a friend, because normally in school he’s that shy kid that no one bothers with.Christopher continued to toss the ball between his hands as the car and truck inched closer, soon parking outside the house beside Chris’.The young boy looked carefully at the car to see who his new neighbours were.First appeared was most likely a middle aged woman with messy auburn hair that was tied back into a ponytail with a bright green scrunchie. She had some eye bags under her eyes that didn’t seem to match her bright outfit.Chris stopped staring when he thought it was just the woman moving in with the help of a moving truck.Then his blue-grey eyes seemed to look back at the car when he heard a younger voice.He placed the ball beside him, making sure it wouldn’t roll away as he intently stared. Wanting a face to match the young vocalizer. And soon he did.Chris got to see a boy, about his age with light blonde hair, which was quite the difference between the woman who Christopher  presumed to be the boy's mother.The little blonde kid was running around in the driveway. The new neighbor would probably not be much help in moving objects into the house.Chris continued to stare as the woman grabbed stuff from the moving truck and the boy ran around.The darker haired male would want to go up to the other kid but was too shy to do so.Chris thought the kid was cool, he had light up shoes. No one else his age (which was around eleven ish years old) did, but it seems the new neighbour did!Christopher stayed where he was, holding the ball in his hands. The nine year old wouldn’t admit that he was a teeny bit jealous of the kid with light up shoes.Minutes would pass by until the blonde kid would notice the other boy on the curb of the neighbouring house. He decided to go up to the ball playing boy.“Who are you?” The new kid with big brown eyes asked.
“Christopher- most people call me Chris though.” The other replied quietly. Suddenly feeling nervous. Chris thought he was met with the coolest kid ever.
“Cool. I’m Pietro, but everyone calls me Peter. Wanna play ball?” The blonde kid finally had a name to match his face.Chris grinned a bit at the offer, finally he wouldn’t be so alone.
“Sure!”The two boys just did random stuff with the ball, not even playing soccer with it. But at least they were having fun, and at least Chris wouldn’t ever be alone ever again..𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⚝ ˖  ݁𖥔 .Soon the two got bored of playing ball and sat on the curb to Peter’s new house in some silence. Until the blonde gets an idea and smirks to himself.“You like ice cream, dude?” Pietro, or rather Peter, asked. Chris could sense the mischievousness radiating off of the other.“Yeah.. Why do you ask?” Chris soon replied, crossing his arms over his chest, thinking it made him look cooler.“Me and my mom drove past an ice cream place. We can go there.” Says the brown-eyed boy. “With what money?” the shyer of the two questioned curiously.“With my mom’s money, duh!” Peter declared with a grin.“What if she says no?” Chris inquired.“We’re not even gonna ask, we’re gonna steal it, dingus.” Peter announced, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.“But stealing is bad!” The other argued. Chris was taught stealing was bad and you’d be punished horribly.“So? Not like we’ll get caught.” The smirking boy gets up and starts walking off to his car. Christopher quickly gets up and follows, muttering things under his breath.Once they got to the car Peter opened the back door and took out a crochet purse, looking inside and soon his eyes lit up like his shoes when he pulled out what appears to be a wallet.“Sooo, you wanna come with me or be a baby and stay?” Peter asked.
Chris thought he was a bit of a jerk but he didn’t have anyone else to hangout with so he didn’t complain about that.“I-I-I’m not a baby!” Was what he complained about, crossing his arms like a toddler.“Then come on dude!” exclaimed the kid with the light up shoes as he started to run towards the sidewalk. Somehow his mother didn’t notice.Chris chased after him, still worrying.“Won’t your mom notice you're gone? Or that she has less money in her wallet?!--” Christopher rambled with concern in his voice as he speed-walked after Peter.The new neighbour continued walking, ignoring Chris’ worries. Acting like he couldn’t hear the boy.And Peter would continue to ignore Chris until they got to the ice cream store.“Alright now shush. We’re getting ice cream, so you're welcome.” Peter said as he opened the ice cream store's door. Chris followed after, letting out a sigh to himself.The duo enter and go right to the counter where a woman with her cleavage out speaks to them.“So, what do you two kiddies want!” She had a whiney voice in Chris’ opinion. Christopher also thought the lady should cover up.Then he noticed Peter staring at her b@@bs and nudged  him, giving a harsh look. The blonde glared and looked back up somewhat respectfully at the girl.“I’ll get a butter pecan in a cone.” Replied Peter as he leaned on the glass counter and propped his elbows on it. The boy was nine and was trying to get the interest of someone who was at least twenty.The girl nodded with a grin as she looked at Chris.“And what d’ya want?” She questioned.“Uh…” Chris wasn’t sure. He stared at the selections. The dark haired boy was rarely allowed ice cream, or anything sweet so he didn’t know what flavour to get. Then he settled on something basic.“Chocolate in a cone…” He mumbled, glancing away. God he hated talking to girls, or let alone people. Chris was surprised he could casually talk to Peter even!The lady nodded and prepared the ice creams.Peter continued to glance at the ladies t@ts with a slight smirk.“Stop staring at her chest… It’s impolite.” Chris whispered to the other boy. His British accent was thick so it was hard to understand when he spoke in a jumbled whisper.“Whatcha say, Brit-Boy?” Peter questioned as he stopped leaning on the counter and turned his head to look at Christopher with a confused look.“I said: stop staring at her chest, it’s impolite.” The more introverted one repeated, making sure his annunciation was correct and understandable.“Are you always this much of a fun sucker, bro?” The blonde asked with a bored expression.“I am not a ‘fun sucker’ for your information!” The raven haired boy responded with a childish pout.Before they could argue more about staring at someone's breast and who was more of a fun sucker they were interrupted by the arrival of the ice creams.“Here ya’ go boys! That’ll be 90 cents.”Peter nodded at her and pulled out a one dollar bill, and was given back ten cents.The blonde took both ice creams and didn’t give Chris his until they were out of the store. Though the more responsible boy out of the two didn’t mind waiting an extra three seconds.Soon Peter spoke up after their silent walk back home, licking his delicious ice cream as him and Chris walked back to their neighbourhood“Ya’ think i could shoot my shot with her, Brit-Boy?” Peter asked, his smirk was honestly permanent.“Bl@@dy ‘ell! Course not she’s like twenty and you’re like a kid!” Chris exclaims, throwing one arm up into the air dramatically.
He didn’t wanna throw his other arm up due to not wanting to drop his ice cream.“I don’t mind an age gap.” The brown eyes that Peter had twinkled in mischief.“God, I didn’t know my new neighbour would be so weird.” Sighed Chris as he licked his chocolate ice cream.“Says you. You’re british.” Responds Peter..𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⚝ ˖  ݁𖥔 .The two walked back home, having a few arguments but came back safe and sound. The moving truck was still there and it seemed Peter’s mom was oblivious from their little escapade.Though they were interrupted from whatever they were chatting about by Pete’s mom.“Peter! Your bed is set up, how about you get some sleep, it's getting late after all.” The woman calls out to the blonde. Peter groans in annoyance and Chris tries not to snicker.Peter turned to look at Chris and said the following.“See ya’ later, Brit-Boy.”
“Yeah see you later, blondie.”The two go their separate ways and enter their own houses..𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⚝ ˖  ݁𖥔 .Chris is disappointed as he enters his home. He wanted to spend more time with his new chaotic acquaintance, or were they now friends? He himself wasn’t sure but he was just glad he could have someone to hang out with.He tried to be quiet as he went up the stairs in his gloomy house. Walking past all the rooms and walking the long hallways until he got to his bland room.He didn’t have any funky or cool things in his room. His father didn’t allow it, much to his annoyance.Chris closed the door behind him as he looked into his closet for pajamas as he glanced out the window. Peter’s mom was right, it was pretty late after all.Christopher changed from his somewhat formal clothes into pajamas.His PJ’s was just an Elvis Presley shirt he had managed to get from a thrift store and some baggy sweatpants.After getting changed he collapsed onto his bed. His face in his pillow with no blankets on him, only underneath him, but the nine year old could care less and fastly went to sleep.'
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