Birthday

Connor was mad, that was an understatement, he was beyond pissed but he knew he had to take this carefully, he exited the supermarket and opened a bag of chips he stole and began to eat. Ok so what should he do? He knew that he had to fight against one of hydra's people, probably someone with a gun and the ability to do a headshot.

Maybe he should learn how to shoot too, it would make sense and besides that if someone is immune to his mutant powers that would bring him an edge.

After biting the first chip he felt himself choke as he realized something, he also had some sort of way of viewing memories and controlling people, that would have to be explored. 

He quickly finished eating chips as he started to make a plan, one that wouldn't scream here is a mutant, he needed to make it look at least believable and he had a plan in mind.

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Currently Sam was waiting for her companion to finish capturing this mutant, really it had been a stroke of luck she had found him, after all they just finished an assassination when she felt the mutant in the store, and boy was she terrified, it felt like a constant pressure on her head, whatever this, monster, had of a power, it would help hydra a lot.

She was also captured like this mutant soon will be and 'otherwise' she took a gun and got ready, more blood on a hand painted so scarlet would never make a difference.

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Connor was eating the chips regaining energy when he finally came up with a plan, however he didn't like it that much, he knew that Sam was in a car, a gray almost broken car, which they used with the idea of blending in, but right now it only made her stand out.

He was so thankful for his powers but now he had a plan to enact.

He started to slowly walk towards the exit which meant that on the way he would pass in front of the gray car.

Step, step, step.

His walking resonated in the almost empty parking garage as he also made his powers be ready for what was gonna happen, he began mentalizing making sure he was gonna use the exact amount of power and then bounce.

From the corner of his eye he could see Sam beginning to walk towards him holding something in her hands.

He walked a little bit more and closed his fist.

When Sam was just a little too close, he opened his palm.

When one doesn't understand his own power he tends to underestimate himself, that was the case of what happened with Connor who while trying to knock someone out and then make them forget, accidentally made Sam's head explode.

Connor turned around at the sound of the explosion and when he saw all the remains of Sam he wanted to puke but there was something he ought to take, he did a grabbing motion and the pistol Sam was holding slammed hard against his chest.

He quickly recovered, grabbed the gun and ran.

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The dusk had finally settled and the sun was beginning to rise and an older Connor woke up, on the day that will be marked for quite sometimes.

As he woke he laid there not wanting to leave the comfortable bed, it wasn't that hard to go to a hotel and mind fuck the receptionist to give him a room, but it was tedious to constantly fuck a little bit of her so she would let him stay in the room for that much time.

The last three years were quite, peaceful and unsettling but at the same time he had achieved a lot in terms of his powers, as it turns out they were just that, some sort of fucked up telepathy which required most of the time being close to the person and also a lot of power, which he had yet to name to himself, and telekinesis which seemed to have little to no restrictions as long as his mind, body and energy could handle it.

He had also train this powers yet they didn't seem to grow that much at least not in power but in terms of control, Connor could lift a feather with his eyes closed and move it as much as he wanted or throw a car at someone, at the same time he could implant ideas or concepts into people making them believe something or completely erase their personality, however he wasn't as good at the "telepathy" as he was with telekinesis.

His powers weren't the only ones to grow so did his personality, he didn't find himself throwing up as much, but he still couldn't stomach somethings, he was yet to be ruthless.

However even without him knowing a little something grew too, his desire, his want, his need, to be powerful to be a god, and also he realized his power was affecting his personality, if he didn't train he would get moody or angry or even joyful but to such an extent it was terrifying for himself.

The sound of something hitting glass made him rise up.

He was gonna kill who ever dared to probably threw a stone to his window, on his birthday, on his fucking elevnth birthday.

Connor stood up and opened the blinds just to find an owl, confused he let the owl in.

'This must be charles or eriks doing, it's probably just a mutant who is gonna invite me to join the team' he thought foolishly as the owl dropped the envelope and flew away.

"Weird it must be an invitation, hell this could even be from Emma frost for all I know' He walked and grabbed the letter only to drop it when he read where it was from.

Hogwarts.

AN: WOW ANOTHER CHAPTER ON THE SAME DAY WE ARE ROLLING SO HARD RN, anyways wanted to say thank you for the support and thank you to Lotus04 for reading and comenting. Have a great day, and see you very soon