"You!"

One simple word. So full of meaning and confusion.

How did the Smurf, who's real name is Kurt but we don't care right now, break through the Mist?

Did the people with powers here see through the Mist like the demigods at camp? If this was another reality, do you think it was an alternate reality where demigods were mutants?

"What do you mean?" Charles asks. "Have you met before?"

"No." I say the same time the Smurf says "Yes."

Damn you.

"And where did you meet before?" Helmut guy raises an eyebrow.

"Was it when.. you know." Scott says, waving his hand around a bit at the last part.

"I thought you didn't remember anything when you got back." Elsa Knock-off asks, confused.

"Hold, up." Smurf's mom says, holding up a hand. "What in god's name are you talking about?"

"Uh, remember when we said Kurt hit his head so he had slight amnesia?" Elsa's Male Counterpart asks sheepishly.

"I don't like where this is going." A new guy, a wimpy looking guy with nerdy glasses mutters.

"Yeah... so we may have testedyourextremelyunstableteleportingdevice?" Peter ends it with a shrug.

"You WHAT?!" The science guy literally screeches. "You knew it was unstable, and it was still in its testing stage. Why would you do that?"

"We were bored." Peter says, "And the kids wanted to."

"You were the adult in this situation. You should have stopped them." Helmut guy says, looking at Peter disappointedly.

"It wasn't my fault!" Peter protested, "And besides, Kurt volunteered!"

I almost sighed. Peter said that like it helped him whatsoever. He only made it worse.

I'm guessing that Kurt was the Smurf, and right now, Smurf's mom looked mad.

I wonder if she was really his mom, because she sure looked like it. If this was what it was like to be in a mutant school, then I was not prepared.

"And why did Kurt volunteer?" Smurf's Mom asks, voice growing deadly.

"Kurt volunteered because in case it went wrong, wherever the machine teleported him, he could just teleport back." Kim Possible 2.0 defends her friend.

As I looks around, I can see Bald Guy grimacing slightly, looking so tired of everything happening.

"We will deal with this later." He says decisively.

I wanted to know how they 'deal with it'. Would they punish them? Like take away their dessert privileges? 

But I didn't want to risk losing their trust, it could be important later on, so I refrained myself.

"Everyone, this is the newest mutant in our group. Why don't you introduce yourself?" Charles says, gesturing towards me.

"Hi," I wave slightly, "I'm Alex Fate, nice to meet you."

Scowling puppy, aka Scott, doubles over, as if in pain.

"Did you say... Alex?" He whispers out shakily.

"Yes?" I reply, confused now. What did my name have to do with anything?

"I- I need to sit down." Scott says, in an alarming shade of paleness.

Everyone else seemed to know what was going on, Peter looking away, face and expression of guilt.

They sent Scott sympathetic looks. Maybe Scott knew someone named Alex, and something happened to that person. Maybe that's why he was acting this way now, in a reaction to my name.

"Are you okay?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Y-yes. I'm okay. I- I'll be fine." Scott breathes in and out slowly through his nose.

Scott looks over at Charles, with an unreadable expression. It was seriously hard for me to get a read on him without being able to see his eyes.

Charles looks away slightly in guilt. Okay, what did the Bald Guy do?

"So what are your powers?" A nerdy guy with glasses asks.

"Um..." I pause, not knowing what to say.

I couldn't tell them that I was a demigod, of course. But how else do I explain my powers? They seemed to believe I was a telepath, and I'm fine with that, but at the end of the day, my powers couldn't match up to a telepaths'.

They had the ability to read minds, to control it. I could only manipulate the Mist to a certain extent. It didn't even work on people like Charles and Kim Possible 2.0 or even Helmut guy.

I also had my other powers, such as necromancy, the ability to talk to the dead, and being able to see crossroads. But those were separate things to what power they believed I had. 

I could also could make potions, but I wasn't really good at that.

And then... there was my magic. I had finally discovered what purple mist had attacked the monster that killed my parents and tried to kill me.

I had magic, also to a certain extent. I could use spells, and my magic would protect me if it had to, but it wasn't to it's full potential, due to me suppressing it for most of my life.

When I was at camp, people used to not like me, due to being Hecate's child. We are known for our manipulative nature, and I was particularly known for doing whatever what was needed to get what I wanted done. I wasn't afraid to hurt other people while I was at it.

That's what I was most ashamed of.

Most people thought my fatal flaw would be my nature, and me using people would bring me down one day, but I knew better. My fatal flaw, though it wasn't obvious, was my inability to make decisions when I'm at a crossroad.

Ironic how my mother was the Goddess of Crossroads, and yet I can't conquer my own crossroad. Whenever I was at a point in my life, where I had to make an important decisions that could be life or death.... I couldn't, or at least had a hard time doing it. And that was my fatal flaw.

When did I get so dark and dramatic? Probably spending too much time with the local drama queens.

My issue with revealing my power... I could just branch off from the original idea, and tell them I could make illusions. 

Yeah, that was an excellent idea.

I had no idea how much time had passed during my musings, but the group seemed to be still waiting for my answer, so I said, "I can make illusions."

"What?" Charles asked, confused.

"Illusions." I repeat, "I can make people see things, or believe things that aren't true."

"Interesting, and here I thought you were a telepath." Charles muses, hand underneath his chin. 

As I awaited his judgement, I panicked. Charles was a telepath, he could read minds. Forget the shit I said about my theory on wrapping my mind with the Mist, Charles could see through the Mist.

I couldn't lie to a telepath! They literally see into the mind!

Nobody seemed to notice my internal panic, as they looked towards Charles.

"An interesting power." He finally says.

I barely breathe, waiting.

"Very well, thank you for telling us Alex." Charles nods, and I relax, and realize I was holding my breath.

"So... who are you guys?" I ask curiously, desperately trying to change the subject.

"I'm Charles Xavier, as you know." Charles says, "And these are my friends and students."

"I'm Peter Maximoff" The man with silver hair chirps, "Nice to meet you! I suppose since we know your powers, my power is to be able to go really, really fast."

"Scott Summers, I have uncontrollable fire destructive optic beams, which means that I basically pack a bazooka behind each eye. Hence the glasses." Scowling Puppy says, waving his hand in front of his eyes.

"Jean Grey." This is Kim Possible 2.0, "I'm a telepath, as well as a telekinetic, which means I can move things with my mind."

"Ororo Munroe, in simple terms, I can manipulate the weather." Elsa knock-off nods towards me.

"Raven. Shapeshifter." Smurf's mom tells me, standing in front of the Smurf protectively.

I guess that she still was suspicious of me, and the fact that me and Smurf had met before.

Charles had said that we were gonna discuss it later, and I was not looking forward to that conversation.

"You already know I'm Kurt Wagner," Smurf tells me, "I have the ability to teleport wherever I can see."

Yeah, I had personal experience with the teleporting thing, definitely do not recommend.

"Hank McCoy, I'd rather not discuss my mutation." The Nerdy Scientist.

"Erik Lehnsherr. I can move metal." Helmut guy says, glaring at me. Was he always glaring like that?

He still hadn't taken off his helmut yet, not fully trusting me. But right now, I couldn't use the Mist well if I tried. I had exhausted myself (not that I'm gonna tell them) and needed to rest. If I used the Mist now, any string-minded person could break free.

"Charles Xavier, I am a telepath." Charles says, as if I didn't already know that.

"So... What happened to all your hair?" I suddenly blurt out.

These were the times I hated not having a filter.

Erik seems to get closer to Charles (as if he isn't already) and glared at me.

"Why do you want to know?" He asks me.

"Uhm, because I'm pretty sure he had hair before, and now he's bald. I was just curious, I guess." I shrugged.

Erik opened his mouth to reply, but Charles placed a hand on his arm, effectively calming him down.

Did I mention that they were totally dating, because I'm sure I did.

Peter seems to be looking at Erik with longing. That's when I noticed their similarities.

When Erik wasn't scowling at me, and looking more relaxed, Erik and Peter looked kind of alike. With their brown eyes and face structure.

But that was non of my beeswax I supposed. But still, I was curious. Did Erik know about their relation, or was it just Peter?

I would ask Peter later, I suppose.

"Well, why don't you take the time to get to know one another?" Charles says, "I'll be going back to my study."

Charles rolls his wheelchair away, as Erik quickly follows.

"They're so obvious." Raven says, rolling her eyes. and walking away as well, Hank following her.

"And so is Hank." Scott mutters, following Jean out.

"They are all so obvious." Ororo groans. "It's been torture watching them."

"Exactly! When are they all gonna figure it all out?" Peter sighs, plopping himself next to Ororo on the couch.

"When are you gonna tell Erik about you two being related, huh?" I ask.

I was completely taking a shot in the dark here, if I was wrong, I humiliated myself, but if I was right...

I had no idea why I'd asked that. I could have bided my time for a while, and waited for the right moment. But I just blurted it out because I have no damn filter.

"What?!" Peter sits up straight in shock, mouth agape, staring at me. "He's... He's not my father!"

I could see Ororo facepalming in the background.

"Sure he's not." I replied, suspicions confirmed.

"Alright. You got me." Peter said, slumping back down in defeat. "But you won't tell him, right?"

"I won't, but can I ask why?" I looked at him curiously.

"Because I don't think the great and all powerful Magneto would ever want a son like me." Peter says glumly, staring at his feet.

I breathe in sharply, "And why would that be?"

Silence.

Heh, I'll just end it here. Nothing wrong with that. 

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