Title: Cutting Edge
Author: Kaji Tori Naosu
Category: Drama/Action
Synopsis: A trouble teenager, Jake Clarkson, is fed up living with his father. After a fight at school, causes him to run away from home. Discovering that he was mutant, Jake headed for Bayville, New York. Once, there, he was placed in foster care until the X-Men came to bring him to their institute. Feeling comfortable around others like him, he's happy again. But, not for long. His father had decided to come and find him.
Completeness: Chapter One with more to come.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution, but I enjoy the toon immensely. But, one thing is for sure, is that I created and own Scythe and Scorpio.
X-Men: Evolution "Cutting Edge"
The sun is shinning bright over a two-story apartment complex. A young man of seventeen with shoulder length gold brown hair, opens the front gate. He's wearing a black shirt and black cargo pants with a dark blue backpack hanging from one shoulder. Jake Clarkson walks past the small front yards along the cracking cement path. Every time he goes by, he'd wish the owner of the place would get it repaved. But, did it ever? No. The people around here were just too darn lazy to get anything fixed.
Reaching the metal stair case leading up to his home, Jake shakes his head and climbs them. Passing by the first couple of doors until he got to the end where the door had a gold metal "A206" on it. Like everyday before he opens the door, Jake checks and takes out the mail. Opening the wood and screen door, drops off his backpack on the nearby arm chair with a slam.
This room is the living room, the largest in the place. There was a tiny kitchen towards the back and the bedrooms were down the hall to the right. Looking to his left, Jake notices that his father is laid out on the couch fast asleep. Going over there, quickly flipping though the mail as he went, selecting the bills and deposited them on his dad's chest. This is Jake's way of making him notice the bills. For a fact, the man of the house rarely paid them.
Feeling exhausted, he goes to his room to nap until dinner time. He didn't feel like doing his homework right away. Jake wasn't normally a procrastinator, but today just was one of those days. The bad days that couldn't get any worse. Closing his weary eyes, he recounted the day's events.
Jake was at school, just minding his own business, when a football jock came up to him demanding that his father pay his father the money he owes. When he had asked what for, the blonde replied for last night's match.
You see, Jake's father fights in the local arena called "Slash Jay's." Where the men who were itching for a good fight, would come and beat the crap out of each other for money and sport. His father normally won, he didn't see how, but for some unknown reason last night, he didn't.
Jake rolled his eyes, told the guy to fuck off, and walked away. Out of nowhere, he suddenly felt a wade of spit hit the back of his neck. Pissed off, he turned around to find the loser who did that. Of course, it was that idiot jock again.
With a smirk on that loser's face, he says, "I can see how you two are alike. Both have long hair and are low life pieces of white loser trash!" The two other jocks flanking his sides laughed along with him.
As they did, Jake came stomping back over to them. With clenched fists and teeth, he spoke in a low, dangerous voice, "What?!"
The jocks stopped, and their leader retorted, "Man, you losers are quite deaf, too!" More laughter follows.
Jake could feel his blood boiling and fists tighten in rage. Raising his right arm and drawing back for a punch. He misses. On his follow through and leaving his side open, the jock shoves him to the ground. The cohorts are pointing and laughing.
Getting back up, Jake decides to do an upper cut with his left. Just when he's about to make a sick contact with the bustard's chin, a look of horror comes over the jock's face. A strange green-pink-white light and noise pierces the air. Jake turns his attention to his arm, his eyes going wide, too.
This was such an odd sight to bear. His whole forearm was., well not gone, just didn't look right. The arm was now a chiseled glowing blade with a sharp point to where his hand used to be. With his sleeve torn back, the blade surged or glowed with bolts of electricity surging about it.
What is this thing? Looking at the gawking faces and hearing the gasps around him, Jake bolted. He ran off as fast as he could off of school campus. As so, his arm transfigured itself to normal.
Behind a seven-eleven, Jake leaned against the wall breathing heavily and studying his arm. Turning it this way and that, and touching it with his right to make sure it was really flesh and bone. It was. Jake was reassured, but not relieved.
After spending an hour there trying to decide what to do, he got up and decided to walk home. There was no way he could go back to school. Everyone would think he's a freak. He needed to calm down, which walking always worked best to sort his thoughts.
Author's Note:
Well! So what did you X-Evo fans think of my first mutant creations? I have many more mutants to come! I come up with a new one nearly every day. Gotta Go! ^.~
I gave it sort of a "The Outsiders" feel to it. That book is by S.E. Hinton and has been around since 1966. It's basically about greasers and socs living in Tulsa, Oklahoma trying to fit in and make right. That's not what my fic is about, but this is my favorite book of all time. My sixth grade teacher read it to the class. The movie adaptation isn't too bad. It has a very young Tom Cruise and Rob Lowe in it.
The Spider-Man soundtrack makes a good background music to the fic, I've been listening to over and over as I wrote this. My personal fave is "Invisible Man" by Theory of a Dead Man.
Jake Clarkson is played by Jonathan Jackson from the Disney movie "Tuck Everlasting."
Jake's father is played by Viggo Mortensen who plays Aragorn from "The Lord of the Rings" movie trilogy.
Author: Kaji Tori Naosu
Category: Drama/Action
Synopsis: A trouble teenager, Jake Clarkson, is fed up living with his father. After a fight at school, causes him to run away from home. Discovering that he was mutant, Jake headed for Bayville, New York. Once, there, he was placed in foster care until the X-Men came to bring him to their institute. Feeling comfortable around others like him, he's happy again. But, not for long. His father had decided to come and find him.
Completeness: Chapter One with more to come.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution, but I enjoy the toon immensely. But, one thing is for sure, is that I created and own Scythe and Scorpio.
X-Men: Evolution "Cutting Edge"
The sun is shinning bright over a two-story apartment complex. A young man of seventeen with shoulder length gold brown hair, opens the front gate. He's wearing a black shirt and black cargo pants with a dark blue backpack hanging from one shoulder. Jake Clarkson walks past the small front yards along the cracking cement path. Every time he goes by, he'd wish the owner of the place would get it repaved. But, did it ever? No. The people around here were just too darn lazy to get anything fixed.
Reaching the metal stair case leading up to his home, Jake shakes his head and climbs them. Passing by the first couple of doors until he got to the end where the door had a gold metal "A206" on it. Like everyday before he opens the door, Jake checks and takes out the mail. Opening the wood and screen door, drops off his backpack on the nearby arm chair with a slam.
This room is the living room, the largest in the place. There was a tiny kitchen towards the back and the bedrooms were down the hall to the right. Looking to his left, Jake notices that his father is laid out on the couch fast asleep. Going over there, quickly flipping though the mail as he went, selecting the bills and deposited them on his dad's chest. This is Jake's way of making him notice the bills. For a fact, the man of the house rarely paid them.
Feeling exhausted, he goes to his room to nap until dinner time. He didn't feel like doing his homework right away. Jake wasn't normally a procrastinator, but today just was one of those days. The bad days that couldn't get any worse. Closing his weary eyes, he recounted the day's events.
Jake was at school, just minding his own business, when a football jock came up to him demanding that his father pay his father the money he owes. When he had asked what for, the blonde replied for last night's match.
You see, Jake's father fights in the local arena called "Slash Jay's." Where the men who were itching for a good fight, would come and beat the crap out of each other for money and sport. His father normally won, he didn't see how, but for some unknown reason last night, he didn't.
Jake rolled his eyes, told the guy to fuck off, and walked away. Out of nowhere, he suddenly felt a wade of spit hit the back of his neck. Pissed off, he turned around to find the loser who did that. Of course, it was that idiot jock again.
With a smirk on that loser's face, he says, "I can see how you two are alike. Both have long hair and are low life pieces of white loser trash!" The two other jocks flanking his sides laughed along with him.
As they did, Jake came stomping back over to them. With clenched fists and teeth, he spoke in a low, dangerous voice, "What?!"
The jocks stopped, and their leader retorted, "Man, you losers are quite deaf, too!" More laughter follows.
Jake could feel his blood boiling and fists tighten in rage. Raising his right arm and drawing back for a punch. He misses. On his follow through and leaving his side open, the jock shoves him to the ground. The cohorts are pointing and laughing.
Getting back up, Jake decides to do an upper cut with his left. Just when he's about to make a sick contact with the bustard's chin, a look of horror comes over the jock's face. A strange green-pink-white light and noise pierces the air. Jake turns his attention to his arm, his eyes going wide, too.
This was such an odd sight to bear. His whole forearm was., well not gone, just didn't look right. The arm was now a chiseled glowing blade with a sharp point to where his hand used to be. With his sleeve torn back, the blade surged or glowed with bolts of electricity surging about it.
What is this thing? Looking at the gawking faces and hearing the gasps around him, Jake bolted. He ran off as fast as he could off of school campus. As so, his arm transfigured itself to normal.
Behind a seven-eleven, Jake leaned against the wall breathing heavily and studying his arm. Turning it this way and that, and touching it with his right to make sure it was really flesh and bone. It was. Jake was reassured, but not relieved.
After spending an hour there trying to decide what to do, he got up and decided to walk home. There was no way he could go back to school. Everyone would think he's a freak. He needed to calm down, which walking always worked best to sort his thoughts.
Author's Note:
Well! So what did you X-Evo fans think of my first mutant creations? I have many more mutants to come! I come up with a new one nearly every day. Gotta Go! ^.~
I gave it sort of a "The Outsiders" feel to it. That book is by S.E. Hinton and has been around since 1966. It's basically about greasers and socs living in Tulsa, Oklahoma trying to fit in and make right. That's not what my fic is about, but this is my favorite book of all time. My sixth grade teacher read it to the class. The movie adaptation isn't too bad. It has a very young Tom Cruise and Rob Lowe in it.
The Spider-Man soundtrack makes a good background music to the fic, I've been listening to over and over as I wrote this. My personal fave is "Invisible Man" by Theory of a Dead Man.
Jake Clarkson is played by Jonathan Jackson from the Disney movie "Tuck Everlasting."
Jake's father is played by Viggo Mortensen who plays Aragorn from "The Lord of the Rings" movie trilogy.