My name is Hank McCoy. I am was a student at the Charles Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. My father, Norton McCoy was their mathematics professor. Recently, I got to accompany the famous X-Men on a mission to the island nation of Santo Marco. My father disapproved and immediately turned in his resignation and my transfer papers to the Massachusetts Academy. For a moment, I was an X-Man. After leaving the school, I don’t think I’ll keep the moniker that Scott Summers gave me the first time he saw me without my shoes. I think Beast is more fitting. Besides, I am almost certain that Sasquatch is already taken. I felt melancholy like never before, as I packed my bags for Massachusetts and watched my new friends head into the Danger Room to test for their diplomas. To know that I will not be one of them, hurts me more than I could have imagined. In the test, a missile came through the ceiling. It didn’t detonate but it did have a timer. Cyclops worked diligently to ...