Survival of the Fittest

Early the next morning, Chu Hang packed his backpack and went downstairs.

Charles was waiting for him in the foyer.

"You're leaving?" Charles asked.

"Yes."

"Where to?"

"To find other Mutants," Chu Hang replied. "I've learned everything I can here."

Charles turned his wheelchair and looked out the window. Scott was on the training field, guiding John in practicing his flames.

"Your goal was never to fit in here."

"No."

"Then what is it?"

"To become stronger." Chu Hang said, "Stronger than anyone else."

Charles was silent for several seconds before nodding.

"I won't stop you. But there's something I need to warn you about." He turned his head. "Have you heard of the Hellfire Club?"

"No."

"An organization that believes in mutant supremacy. Its core members are Black King Sebastian Shaw, Red Devil Azazel, and White Queen Emma Frost. They're even more radical than Erik."

Charles paused.

"If you're looking for people out there, you'll probably run into them. Be careful."

"They're strong?"

"Black King absorbs energy. White Queen is a top-tier telepath and can also transform into diamond. Red Devil can teleport."

Charles looked at him. "You're strong, but they're an organization. You're alone. That's dangerous."

Chu Hang nodded. "I'll be careful."

"And this." Charles picked up a sheet of paper from the table and handed it to him. "Clues about some special Mutants."

Chu Hang took it and glanced over it.

There were five names and addresses.

Darwin, Armando Muñoz, Las Vegas. Ability: adaptability.

Angel, Angel Salvadore, San Francisco. Abilities: insect wings, acid.

Banshee, Sean Cassidy, Dublin, Ireland. Ability: sonic waves.

Colossus, Peter Rasputin, Ural Mountains, Soviet Union. Ability: metal transformation.

The final name had been crossed out, its handwriting blurred.

"Who is this?" Chu Hang asked.

"Someone I don't want you to meet," Charles said. "His