Hi, so I really shouldn't be starting a new story when I still have a unfinished one, but since my unfinished one has no ending in mind, I could use something else to write. I got this idea randomly after rewatching X-men: Days of Future Past, please enjoy.

WARNING: This will have spoilers for XM:DOFP, this story will also have flashbacks of Gaara being abused by his dad.

Summary: Gaara is a mutant, his father hates him, his siblings ignore him. The voice in his head makes him kill, and he enjoys it. One day he is hunted by two brothers, after fighting them, he takes refuge in a mansion. He doesn't notice the sign; Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

Enjoy, please review, and if anyone wants to beta this story, please tell me. I could use help on checking for mistakes in spelling and punctuation.

Sincerly, Darth-In-Training

A group of people with flashlights stumbled through the forest, whooping and hollering as they pursued their target. They were a ragtag group, wielding kitchen knifes, rakes, brooms and hammers.

The teenager ran, trying to get away, he was at war with himself. Should he stand and fight, and kill all these humans, or to run, get away, not hurt anyone.

'If I kill them, I will only prove them right that I am a monster, but if I run, they might come after me again."

He swore when he heard someone call out

"He's over here! The little freak is going this way!"
He felt his heart constrict, why did everyone hate him? What did he ever do to these people.

'Kill them, kill them all! They want to hurt us, we can't let that happen.' the darker side of his mind coaxed.

The teen closed his eyes for a moment, he stopped running, the normal people gathered around him, wielding their makeshift weapons.

When his eyes opened, they had changed from teal to yellow with a black four pointed star for the pupil. The white of his eye's had changed to black, and the skin on his face looked almost sandy.

"Alright brother, for you I will end them"

The small clearing in the forest was filled with screaming, and then sudden silence. Birds chirped and left the area. When the sun finally rose, it showed the forest floor, covered in blood and sand.

Gaara woke up, and stared at the carnage he had caused, and wept bitterly for all the life lost, so that 'brother' would be happy.

He was so lost in grief (why did people hate him), anger (they attacked him for no reason), regret (Why did he kill them) and satisfaction (brother's feelings that blended into his) that he didn't notice two people approaching him. He shot up when a loud laugh sounded through the small clearing. He quickly flattened himself against the tree he had climbed into after the slaughter.

Two men stood surveying the bloody ground. They looked very similar, both had girlishly long, black spiky hair. He couldn't make out much of the faces as they both wore black metal masks. They also both had black eyes. The only difference was one was taller, he also had slightly shorter hair. The shorter wore a brown leather coat, as opposed to the black one worn by his taller companion.

"I think I can safely assume I know what this little freak's powers are" said taller, his shorter companion raised a doubting eyebrow.

"Oh really, how can you tell Gouzo?"

"Look around you, these body's all are covered in sand. There is also sand inside the wounds. The skin around the wounds is irritated. From what I can see, its look like this mutant can manipulate sand, and isn't afraid to kill. This will be a fun job Meizo."

They both chuckled darkly. A loud beeping suddenly interrupted them.

"Wait, looks like the freak is still here, he's over THERE!" Meizo, the shorter one shouted pointing as Gaara leaped from one tree branch to the next. Running to find a hiding spot, something about these two made him and 'brother' uneasy.

Several hours later found the teenage mutant (Not a ninja turtle though) walking aimlessly through the area, he noticed a mansion ahead. He was no longer being chased. The two mutant hunters had been dealt with. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, but he needed to rest, if only for a little while. He wouldn't sleep of coarse, he didn't want 'brother' causing mischief without him.

He didn't notice as he hopped the wall, a old metal sign by the gates that read:

Xavier's school for gifted youngsters.

This would be the night Gaara's life changed. Though if it was for worse or better, is yet to be seen.

Logan was staring blankly at the kitchen table, still a little shocked at the changes.

Since he had changed time, Jean and Summer's were still alive, so was everyone they lost in the war. Mutants still had haters, but it wasn't as bad as before time changed. He was still trying to adjust to the differences between the old world and the new. It turned out Magneto was still not the most cheerful person ever, but he was working with the Professor to run the school.

He heard someone outside the window, interrupting his thoughts. Before he moved, the glass was opened, and a small, sopping wet person fell through, landing gracelessly on his back in a pile of.. sand?

"hey bub, you ok?" the gruff mutant said. The youngster shot up, and whirled to face Logan.

Hogans first impression had been this person was young, this was reinforced by his shortness. Not that wolverine was tall, but he towered above the newcomer.

The young boy had blood red, messy hair. Teal eyes stared uninterestedly at the mutant, large black circles surrounded the eyes, making the color more prominent. His skin was pale. He had a distinctive tattoo on his forehead, it looked oriental, but Logan couldn't place it. The tattoo was the same color as his hair.

The boy wore a black shirt, baggy black cargo pants with lots of pockets, and a leather bracelet. He had a large gourd with black markings tied to his back via a leather sash across his chest.

"You ok?" the x-men asked again. The boy didn't say anything. His eyes widened, he opened his mouth as if to say something, before he collapsed, unconscious on the ground.

"Wonderful" Logan muttered, before noticing something ominous about their new guest.

Water was streaming off his clothes, no doubt from the rain. But what made it different was the fact that the water was a pink color, tainted by the blood Logan could now see covered the boy's body, it was far too much to belong only to him.

He tried to get near the boy, but every time he tried, sand shot up and hit him, knocking him away.

"I better get Xavier, this boy might be in trouble" Logan muttered, heading toward the named man's room.

Outside a dark figure glared at Gaara's crumpled form with loathing.

"You might have escaped my assassin's this time boy, but I will erase you, and with you your mother can finally be at peace knowing her murderer is dead, and my disgrace gone." He chuckled darkly before heading back to his car, to plot out his next move.

Please review. If anyone has a pairing they like, please comment and I shall take it into consideration, right now I don't have any pairings in mind.