Hello there and this is going to be the start of a new story here. I don't own the first 3 chapters (InfiniteUniverses does and you should defiantly go check out their stories. you won't regret it) This is because I have decided to pick up this amazing story and finish it. I also don't own Homestuck as Andrew Hussie owns that. Sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes and I hope that you enjoy this.
I had dropped my glasses.
No big deal. My shades were just on my face 24-7 for no apparent reason. My eyes weren't sensitive to the sun. I wasn't just some prick who thought it would be cool to relive the words of Mike Posner. So I wore them for no apparent reason, right?
Wrong, hundred percent wrong. You would be so wrong that left and right would be left by national standards upsetting all of the Brits in England.
I wear them because my eyes were the reason I got chased out of the last eight towns I had hunkered down in while I was on the Magical Strider Mystery Tour; traveling through USA totally not on the run while every shitty song ever made by an artist who had never even thought a country song in their life played ironically in the background as the montage of my life rolls by. People mistook me for devils, demons, and anything that was evil just because my eyes were red. They often guessed that I was a mutant too, but that's right so I can't tell them off for that.
Where was I?
Oh right, the glasses.
They fell off my face.
Totally like, just slide off into the abyss of the street.
For no apparent reason. Apart from gravity.
That was pretty bad because I was talking to a butcher who was planning on selling me a pig for a cheep price. It would have been shitty meat but I was hungry and I already had so much McDonalds I wondered why I was not just a giant fat-filled Dave ball rolling in the street crushing everyone beneath me with my gelatinous fatness.
So I was talking to the butcher and the glasses fell clean off my face. The butcher gasped and before I knew it is was a foot over without moving my feet and a butcher's knife was imbedded in the wall directly behind my head. Someone was touching my shoulder and when I looked up I saw my face.
A normal person would have freaked out if you were saved from being cleaved in the head by yourself, but this was pretty normal for me. Saving myself was no big deal since the time stream was practically my own personal yo-yo that I could play around with. I had a superb memory and a perfect sense of time so often when I was in trouble; I would make a note to come back and save my sorry ass. I usually did that after I got out of trouble because I worried that if I waited too long, sometime in the future I will disappear from society because I forgot to go and save my sorry ass some time ago.
This time however, it was different. My future self was wearing a uniform. Like a super-hero uniform. He had a red cog shape on his chest and a black X on the belt buckle of his yellow belt. I really didn't think that I would ever be wearing something as stupid as that, but when I look back, past me did some really idiotic things.
Future me took the time of everyone's momentary shock of this kid being saved by himself to grab my glasses and handed them to me. Then, before traveling back to his present, future me took the moment to do a really idiotic and not, in any way at all, ironic in the slightest.
"He's a mutant!" Future me shouted before bending the time stream and jumping back to his present. I take that back-future me is an idiot.
I got up and ran for my life. The mob-not yet in mob form-only took a second to act and turned into the said mob to begin chasing my sorry ass. I would tell you all of the exciting shit that happened but it was in fact not exciting at all but it was a load of shit. I was running away from an angry mob-not much excitement in that as you would expect. You're just running and they're a couple meters behind you getting close, but then getting far away again, getting close, then far away, close, far, close, far, it was some really boring shit if you ask me.
The actually interesting stuff happened when I took a wrong turn and ended up in an alleyway. I began to panic but then I remembered that I was pretty fucking awesome at parkour, if I do say so myself. However, I didn't have to Spiderman my way out there because the angry mob stopped, froze, as if I got the remote from Click and pressed paused.
Any normal person would begin to freak out, but than again I was no normal person. I just got saved by myself, so this wasn't that weird. It was kinda like that one time I stopped time and it took me a couple hours to figure out how to get it going again. Maybe I had done that again without realizing it.
After contemplating about what I should do, I decided to release the poor suckers and give myself a real parkour challenge like the asshat gentleman I am. "Move," I told the crowd and time itself flicking my wrist in a Spiderman sort of way. Yet they didn't move. "Move," I said again with a little more force. It didn't work.
Okay, I will admit, I began to panic a little bit. No one wanted to be trapped inside the time stream forever and ever with nothing to do but pull unsuspecting pranks on innocent people in hopes that when time starts moving again they get the worst surprise of their life.
"It's okay," I heard the voice of a man say in my head. The voice in my head was weird, but his voice was calming. I quickly settled down when the crowded moved again, yet not towards me. They moved in the opposite direction like zombies looking for brains expect that this time the zombies were heading back to the meaningless life of an asshole. Once they were all gone, a bald man in a wheel chair was left in their midst.
"Wow, you must be a really devoted rioter," I told the dude in the wheelchair. I knew that he wasn't apart of the riot but a Strider never missed a shot to pour some really stupid and ironic joke out of their mouths.
The man smiled before moving his wheelchair forward a bit, "I understand the joke, but please allow me to introduce myself." The man had the same voice as the dude who spoke to me inside my head. I would have made a weird joke about me dreaming or that I was going crazy deserted on a deserted island but I wanted to hear what this dude wanted to say and fast. He was most likely a telepath and I didn't like any one snooping around inside my head.
"I am Professor Charles Xavier," he continued. "And a run a school for mutants."
"And this will be somewhere along the lines of 'join my school, you'll be safe'," I guessed. "I've heard that before. They just wanted to suppress my powers and try to turn me into a vegetable."
"You are right about the first part," Xavier continued. "But not about the second. I would like you to join my school Dave Strider. You will be safer there than out here on the streets. However, at my school we celebrate our mutant powers, and I want you to accelerate your knowledge in using them to become better at controlling them and using them for good."
"I'm not a bad guy," I retorted.
"I understand that," Xavier nodded his had and he put his hands together. "But even though you have a better mastery over your powers than most mutants when I first come across them, you are still learning. That was demonstrated just a moment ago when you thought that you had stopped time and tried to get it to move again. That is apart of your powers that you do not understand fully how to control, and I will help you get there."
I paused for a moment. Xavier didn't sound half bad and neither did his school, there was just another couple things I had to check.
"You have cable?" I checked.
"Yes," Xavier answered.
"Internet?"
"Definitely."
"Indoor plumbing?"
"Of course."
"Apple juice?"
Xavier just chuckled, "You must have been on the run for a long time."
"Yeah, but you could have just read my mind to get that," I answered. "So do you have the apple juice or not?"
"We do have apple juice," Xavier confirmed.
"Sweet, let's get a move on."
Right that was the first chapter down and the next update will hopefully be next week or the week after because of College. make sure to follow and leave a comment on what you think might happen and what you thought. Stay tuned for more. Bai!