Max's whole body hurt. He slowly sat up. His back screamed in pain and his head felt like it was in a vice. "Damn it." He groaned in a raspy voice slowly opening his eyes.

He heard a small gasp next to him. He swung his head around to see who was beside him. His eyes popped open in both surprise and 
pain. His neck felt like it was full of needles. As his eyes adjusted the girl sitting beside him came into focus. The sight of her sent his memories flooding back to him. He remembered his mission, why he was there and why he was in so much pain.

It had started when he was only twelve. That is when his mutant ability manifested itself. He was able to teleport. When it first happened it was purely by accident. He was watching a scary movie with his parents in the living room. A particularly frightening scene came on and in his terror Max teleported back to his room. His parents didn't know what happened when Max came running out of his room.

They took him to several doctors until one doctor recognized the mutant gene in young Max. His parents were horrified by the diagnosis. They took Max home and had a long discussion about what to do with him. They ended up sending him to an orphanage for mutants. They feared both for their safety and of his. They knew the world was cruel and they couldn't be there to always protect him. It was a selfish decision, according to Max, but the right decision, according to his parents. Max learned very quickly that normal people feared and hated mutants. He was thankful that he at least appeared "normal" enough. As months passed without anyone being adopted, Max's hatred for the world and people increased.

When Max turned fourteen there was an attack on the orphanage in the form of a bomb. To this day no one knows what really happened, but it is believed to have been caused by anti-mutant activists. Thankfully for Max, a few members of The Brotherhood were there to save a few of the children. In The Brotherhood Max flourished. His mild dislike of humans was nurtured into a full on hatred for them.

By the time Max was twenty-four he was a fully fledged member of The Brotherhood an jumped at the chance to help them take down the human loving X-Men. The Brotherhood had developed a small implant that when placed at the base of the brain, would hide someone's thoughts from telepaths. With that technology, The Brotherhood felt they could get a mole within the X-Men. Now all they had to do was set it up so that the X-Men would accept their new member.

An anti-mutant rally was the perfect cover. Have a mutant get violent at an anti-mutant rally, that an X-Man would surely be at, then have that mutant get "rescued". Once inside the X-Mansion, that mole would be able to learn all they could and report back to The Brotherhood. Max made the perfect mole. His ability to teleport back and forth would allow him to leave the Mansion and report back without having to be gone from the Mansion for too long and raise suspicion.

Now with his full memory and purpose clear, Max was ready to take the X-Men down from the inside.

"Where am I?" Max pretended.

As if on cue, Professor X rolled into the room. "You are in the Xavier's Home For Gifted Youngsters." Xavier could sense that Max was nervous by his appearance, but couldn't totally sense his motives. "Right now, you just need rest. Your bones are mended, but you will no doubt be in pain for a few days. If you would like I can make sure you have no mental damage."

"No!" Max exclaimed. Both Xavier and Flora gave him puzzled looks. "It's just, I don't want anyone in my head."

"Understood. I will respect your wishes." Xavier said rolling out of the room. He could tell something was a little off about Max, but thought it could just be his injuries. He would give Max a few days and then try and talk to him again.

"So." Max said looking at Flora extending his hand. "Name's Max." He would have to get to know everyone here as best he could to do The Brotherhood right. He knew he was up to the job.