I don't own any X-Men Evolution characters. I'm not making any money off of them. So why am I doing this? I'm insane. Duh. Well here's a crazy story about how Alex became a superhero in his little town. I hope you like it.

Cry Havok

Or: How I Became a Superhero Without Really Trying

Chapter 1: My Life as a Teenage Mutant

My name is Alex Summers and I'm a mutant. That sounds like something you'd hear at a meeting or something but it's true. Like my brother Scott I covert solar energy and can send it out from my body. But where Scott shoots optic beams from his eyes, I shoot energy from my hands. And I have slightly better control over my powers.

My mutant name is Havok. Which is real fitting considering the situation I got myself into. That's why I'm writing this down about everything that's happened to me. I guess the mess really started the day after I fought Apocalypse with my brother and helped save the world. I was careful to let nobody know I was a mutant in my town but thanks to SHEILD broadcasting my picture all over the planet that ended pretty quick.

Now the town of Hoapono is pretty small. Not exactly a bustling metropolis but we're near the beach and we have some pretty decent places where you can get chili cheese fries so it's all good. Pretty much everybody knows everyone else. I mean the town only has about 347 people in it. So you can imagine how hard it is to keep secrets. And as soon as one person knows something, they tell two or three people and they tell two or three people…

It took twenty minutes and thirty-five seconds for the entire town to learn I was a mutant. Half the people were watching TV at home and the other half were at the local bar watching soap operas so their wives wouldn't find out and hassle them.

Well that night after I saved the world, I went home very tired. The next day I woke up to find a huge mob on my front lawn…

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"Come on Meat," Alex groaned. "Let go of me!"

"No!" A huge native Hawaiian with long black hair and wearing a red T-shirt and a red and yellow flowered shirt and tan shorts was holding him very tightly. "You deserve this!"

"You don't have to do this!" Alex begged.

"Yes I do!" Meat said cheerfully. "For he's a jolly good fellow! For he's a jolly good fellow! For he's a jolly good fellllowwwwww!"

"Meat stop hugging me! You're breaking my ribs…" Alex begged. "This is so embarrassing…"

"You're embarrassed? I'm related to the guy!" Alex's friend Dave groaned. Dave was a stocky native Hawaiian with black hair and a goatee.

"Hooray for Alex!" Meat shouted. "Hip! Hip! Hooray!"

"Guys! Please! Put me down!" Alex begged as all his surfing buddies carried him around their shoulders. "Oh man I think I was better off with Apocalypse!"

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Yup, nobody at school hated me. They thought I was a hero. And at the time I felt like one. But I thought it was gonna be a one time thing. Boy was I wrong…

You would have thought everything was smooth sailing from then on right? Not true. Okay so most of the townspeople here didn't want to kill me or anything, but there were changes. People started to look at me differently. Even Sheriff Lobo kept wanting to 'keep an eye' on me. He seemed to make it a point to drive up and watch what I was doing at least once a week. I don't think he meant to do it in a bad way. A lot of people had called into the sheriff's station and some of them were big shots from the government or those who owned factories and stuff. Translation: the rich and powerful were nervous a mutant was among them.

But most people in Hoapono are okay. I mean it is a small town. Most of our neighbors knew me since I was a kid. And I grew up with those kids. I'm really lucky. Most mutants' friends turn their backs on them when their powers come out. Mine didn't.

But that still didn't make my life any easier.

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"I can't believe they just dropped me like that," Mr. Masters shook his head. "Especially after all I've done for them in the past."

"Who dropped you?" Alex asked as he came down to get something to eat. His parents were in the kitchen.

"Oh nothing," Mr. Masters said. "Just some wedding got canceled at the last minute. Well at least this time they dropped out before I baked the cake." Mr. Masters was a professional chef and baker with his own catering company.

Alex immediately picked up something was wrong. "Well, at least you still have that big shindig up at the Radison Hotel next week."

His parents winced. "That's who canceled right?" Alex said. "Why? You've been working for them for years! They've always loved your pastries."

"They just…found someone cheaper that's all," Mr. Masters said.

"You mean someone who doesn't have a mutant for a son," Alex frowned. "I'm not stupid Dad! This is like the fifteenth time this has happened since people found out."

"It's not that big a deal," Mrs. Masters said. "It's not like we're going to starve."

"Not with all those extra frozen pies I have," Mr. Masters added.

"But it's still my fault," Alex frowned as he began to leave.

"No it isn't," Mrs. Masters said. "Alex! Alex!"

"I gotta go," Alex said. "I got a surfing competition to go to…"

It didn't get any better when I got to the beach. You see me, Dave and Hal were all going to compete in a semi pro tournament being held a few towns over. We were gonna take the official bus to the tournament after we signed it. However…

"What do you mean I'm not registered?" Alex asked the official in charge.

"I'm afraid you've been barred from the competition," The official said.

"But why?" Alex asked. "What did I do?"

"It's more like what you can do opposed than what you did do," The official said.

"But that stinks!" Hal shouted. "He can't help being a mutant!"

"He doesn't even use his powers while surfing!" Dave said. "Well unless there's a shark around…"

"We feel that a mutant would have an unfair advantage over the other competitors," the official said.

"Hey I'm a native Hawaiian!" Dave snapped. "Some people would say I have a natural advantage when it comes to surfing!"

"You would think that but he doesn't," Hal quipped.

"I'm sorry but the decision is final," The official said.

"That totally bites!" Dave said.

"Well who needs your stupid competition anyway?" Hal asked. "If Alex isn't going, we're not going!"

"No you guys go ahead," Alex told them. "I don't want you to miss out because of me. It's okay, really."

"But Alex…" Hal began.

"Look I just gotta think a bit okay," Alex said. "You go. I'll be all right."

"Are you sure?" Dave asked.

"Just shred a few good ones for me, okay?" Alex said. He watched them board the bus and waved them goodbye. He walked a ways and kicked a can. "Stupid powers! Stupid jerks!"

"Hey Alex!" A thin older man with wild white hair, red T-shirt, jeans and a jean jacket walked up to him. He was walking a large St. Bernard on a leash. "What's up?"

"Hey Jim!" Alex waved. "Hi Mr. Mayor!" He reached down and petted the dog. "Wow, Sprinkles is really putting on weight."

"Well you know how the Mayor loves his kibbles n' bits," Jim laughed. "Say isn't there a surfing competition today?"

"Not for me," Alex sighed.

"Let me guess," Jim looked at him. "They played the old 'You Can't Because You're Not One of Us' card?"

"Bingo," Alex said. "I mean I know I'm lucky to live here. But it's still hard to be a mutant sometimes when so many people are afraid of you. Or won't let you do the things you love."

"Mutant? So it wasn't a Republican thing?" Jim blinked.

"No Jim," Alex patiently corrected him like he had done so many times before. "It's definitely a mutant thing."

"Oh that's rough," Jim patted him on the back. "But don't feel bad boy. I remember a time when they wouldn't let certain people even on the beach because they were thought to be undesirables. They were discriminated against, called names, even banned from owning property just because of who they were. It was a harsh and unjust existence until one day, one of them said 'Hey! We are human beings! We should have the same rights and freedoms as everyone else'! And everyone agreed. So they decided to do something about it!"

"Really?" Alex asked. "What did they do?"

"They went on strike that's what they did!" Jim told him. "They decided to bring the administration to their knees! But it wasn't easy. Even though they picketed, the police made sure that the strike would not be publicized. News cameras and pictures were prohibited and the strikers were intimidated. But they kept on!"

"Wow, that's amazing," Alex said.

"That's right boy," Jim nodded. "I may have only been a lad but my heart swelled with pride as my old man took me to see the picket lines. And we decided then and there that such discrimination must be fought and it was our duty as Americans to help the oppressed! We worked with those people hard and long. It was a rough struggle, but we succeeded. And today those people have their freedoms that others take for granted!"

"All right!" Alex felt better.

"Uh huh," Jim nodded. "Today any hooker has the right to go anywhere she wants and to buy any house she wants!"

"Hookers?" Alex blinked.

"Yeah hookers," Jim said. "You know they were banned from public beaches and owning property and stuff? Who did you think I was talking about?"

"Never mind," Alex sighed and started to walk away. "Thanks for the pep talk."

"Any time my boy!" Jim waved. "Hmmm, that really makes me remember my Dad. He loved his hookers. That reminds me. I wonder if I gave him his medication today?"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" A woman screamed. An elderly gentleman was chasing an attractive woman.

"Oops," Jim blinked. "I knew there was something I forgot to do! Come on Mr. Mayor, we gotta track down Dad! Dad! Dad! Come back here!"

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As you've probably figured out by now life in the town of Hoapono is definitely different than most other towns. I was still feeling pretty low so I decided to go to the local hangout and drown my sorrows in a huge cheeseburger with a pineapple on top. Today wasn't exactly the best day of my life. Little did I know it was about to get weirder. Much weirder…