Title: Requiems of The Past
Disclaimer: I own nothing from X-Men Evolution. It's a great show, I'd suggest for everyone to at least watch one episode…
Warning: This story is an alternate universe to the one seen in the show, which occurs after episode fourteen; Growing Pains. It will contain angst, fluff, and violence.
Rating: For the most part I'm going to say at least PG-13.
Author's Notes: The main character was offered to me from one of my many friends.
Dialogue Notes: Italics- Flashbacks, Bold- Thoughts, Bold/Italics- Telepathy, ""-Regular speech
Chapter Dedication: Yeah! The first chapter is dedicated to…
-drumroll- Sandra! Hehe, you know who you are… -wink- This is the person that brought this site to my attention.
Chapter 1: New To The Pack
The darkness surrounding the city is thick and doesn't give any indication of the creatures living there. One in particular, a mutant named Magnus Harrison, lurks on top of the rooftops looking at the people walking in the rain. Umbrellas are like tents over the humans as if they would melt if they got wet. That thought brings a smile to the mutants' face, knowing it wouldn't happen.
Magnus has an average build for a person of eighteen years of age. His face is round with slanted eyes, depicting his Japanese ancestry, an average sized nose is correctly centered on his face, and thick lips and average cheekbones make up the rest of his face. All these features plus his thick black hair make him a rather attractive person.
His body is not overly muscular, but it is not all skin and bones either. His shoulders are square, making him look good no matter what he's wearing. His arms are well defined, after spending years teaching himself how to fight. Holding his body upright are two strong legs that also have definition from his rigorous self-training.
The rain continues falling soaking the young mutant's freshly stolen trench coat. Concern however never crosses his weary mind for he had to cut holes in it for his wings, which are bat like in appearance. The wings are attached to arms which are smaller then his others but just as strong. The wings themselves are made up of a cellular membrane that is stronger than his skin, but more flexible than bones.
On top of winged flight, Magnus can also see in the dark using either night vision or infrared light, he reflects the ambient light from his pupils and makes himself able to see for a mile with clarity enough to read a traffic sign, and his eyes are able to deal with the high velocities with which Magnus can fly.
His ears allow him to use echolocation, like that of a bat. They also allow him to deflect certain sound waves away from his ears, calling this, selective hearing. His ears, when fully erect, stand about six inches off his head. They wrap over his head when they are not needed. He can hear a person's heartbeat at a distance of 20 feet, tell whether someone is lying by listening to changes in the heart's rhythm and identify people by the specific patterns of their heartbeats.
His fingers can feel the faint impressions of ink on a printed page, allowing him to read by touch. The rest of his skin is equally sensitive, enabling him to perceive minute changes in the temperature and pressure of the surrounding atmosphere.
He can identify individuals by smell alone, no matter how they might try to camouflage their natural odor. His tongue can be used to identify the physical and chemical properties of solids, liquids, and gases.
Also, combining the input of his senses he has developed the ability to sense the proximity and arrangement of objects in his immediate vicinity.
Covering the young male mutant is a pair of tennis shoes, a pair of black athletic socks, a pair of black denim pants, a white tank top, a thinner black t-shirt, and the freshly stolen black leather trench coat. The fact that he stole the coat means nothing to Magnus as he feels he must steal to survive.
When his power manifested he was thankfully alone in his room. He tried to tell his parents, but they understandably freaked out and cast him into the world, with no home to go to and nothing to claim as his own. He managed to find a broken down train station and met a group of runaways that made him their guardian. Magnus took his new responsibilities with the utmost pride, and learned of the runaways as his family. A tear slides down his face as he remembers the fate of his family.
Magnus shut the large metal gate erected to protect the train station like a castle door. The large expansive room only a prelude to the amount of ground in the hidden tunnels and pathways only the inhabitants of the forgotten station know. He turned and saw Maria, a young girl of Spanish descent who could also project illusions into the minds of others. He smiled at her and kneeled to her level, "Hi Maria. Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"
The ten-year-olds answer was simple enough, "Well, I thought you could read me a story tonight."
Magnus put a hand on her shoulder and replied, "I'm sorry, Maria, I can't. Get David to read you a story, you always like him telling you stories." Seeing the hurt look on her sweet face makes Magnus almost cry, but he swallowed those feelings and says, "Please understand, Maria. I need to clear my head for a bit."
Maria pouted, "Alright. Fine. Good night."
Magnus leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead, "Thank you, Maria. I'll read a story tomorrow…I promise."
Maria's face lights up as if she had won a prize of some sort, "REALLY!…" She leaps into the arms of the man who she has come to know as her father, easily being caught and supported by his strong arms. "…I'd love that! Good night Magnus." She hugs him tightly and leaps off him to the ground, in search of David.
Hours after he had left on his search for himself Magnus returns to the train station. Not twenty feet away, he begins to smell smoke and something else…burning flesh.
"NO!! I WON'T REMEMBER!!" Magnus screams at the top of his lungs and falls backward onto the wet roof. He tilts his head up, letting the cold-water slide over his face. His mind unable to determine which streams were rain or which were tears as he cries for fallen family.
"I SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE! I shouldn't have left them. It's my fault they're…gone." Magnus hangs his head and wipes his eyes, wanting to get away from here and go anywhere. He rips off the trench coat and unveils his wings, stretching them and warming them up. He leaps off the building, catching the air almost immediately as he flies up over the buildings careful to avoid making any noises that would attract unwanted attention.
He flew for hours and finally picks the roof of what looked to him like a bar; making a rather loud thud as his body falls to the roof. Gasping for air as his lungs had been worked far past their normalcy. Suddenly, he hears people outside, but still underneath him, possibly they heard his landing?
"I told you Gus, the Cowboys are going to the Super Bowl!"
"Bullshit, Lance! They got lucky this game. That's all!'
"Ok, what about the other five games? Did they get lucky then, too?"
Apparently Gus, shut up after that comment. Magnus coughs after regaining his breath. Lance turns towards the roof, "HEY! Who's up there? Hey Ralph! There's someone on your roof!"
Ralph, a rather stocky African-American, replies, "On my roof! Oh hell nah, man! I got him guys! You guys go home!"
Gus and Lance, deciding to stay and watch the ass kicking, follow Ralph up the ladder that lead them to the roof of the bar. The sight they behold is shocking to all of them. There on the roof is a giant bat like man! Gus says, "Holy shit, it's a mutant! Let's kill it!"
Ralph obviously seconded this notion as he pulls out a gun from his right pocket. He walks over to the large bat, listening to him whimper with exhaustion. He aims the gun at the creature's left wing and says, "You people disgust me." And he pulls the trigger, blowing a hole the size of an orange in the membrane of the bat things wings.
The creature screams and pleads for mercy from the humans, but receives a cruel reply from Ralph, "You freaks don't deserve mercy." Ralph aims the second shot at the creature's right wing, and is set to pull the trigger, when out of nowhere this shadow appears and knocks Ralph back into Gus and Lance, who end up tripping all of them. The shadow bends over and grabs Magnus in a tight embrace and suddenly Magnus felt disconnected from the world itself; as if he was ripped from it and then plunged back into it. He looks into the dark interior of what he could only guess was an aircraft of some kind and passes out from the sudden nausea.