Disclaimer: I do not own x-men first class. If i did...well, there would be a LOT more slash. Just sayin'.

A/N: TOTAL AU! None of the characters backrounds matter anymore, just read this with an open mind and lets hope I get some reviews to keep writing this. To be honest, if I don't get feedback, my stories don't last very long. I apologize in advance it that does happen.

The labs were common now. They were scattered around the globe, all of them located in giant cities and capitols around the world. They were large and white and starch, and they were meant for some of the most "special" patients on earth. These patients had been deemed mutants over the years. They were sent to these facilities by their parents, or taken by force if their powers ranged from a level three or four. A level five had yet to be recorded. The mutants are branded, like animals, with a small string of numbers on their left forearms. The labs test on them in the order of their numbers. It is nearly impossible to escape from these cells, the confinements designed to match that of the mutant's powers. There was no escape for them. Not until four months ago, when two level four mutants were able to slip past the guarded perimeters, freeing whomever else they could on the way. Only the strongest had gotten away alive, or at all. Those mutants were being searched for now, their numbers tattooed on their arms as a permanent reminder of who and what they belonged too.

This is their story now. Let's hope they live long enough to make this interesting.