Just a quick note, this story is set about a year post-Apocalypse final battle.

Also. DISCLAIMER. I DO NOT OWN X-MEN EVOLUTION. ONLY MY OWN CHARACTERS.

Rain. I could feel it all around me, but I didn't know where I was. A sharp pain came from the back of my head. I could feel a bump there. Somebody had hit me. I didn't know who or what. In fact, I didn't know anything. Lying here, I have amnesia. I have absolutely no idea where I am, or anything about myself. I slowly open my eyes to the downpour. Rain peltingoff me, and it was very cold for it was nighttime in what I'm thinking to be late October. I could've been wrong. Strange thing, I remember the date, but I couldn't even remember my own name. I sit up. I'm in a ditch by the side of the road, my body halfway covered by water. I see in the distance a city of some kind in the valley. A city with bright glowing lights, making me feel warm inside.

Suddenly, lightning flashes, lighting up the area as if it were day. And in that split second, I see where I am. A sign in front of me reads Bayville City Limits. Bayville. I shiver. Bayville is in New York. I don't know whether I lived here all my life, or I somehow I got here. Then, I notice something on my lap. It was some plastic card lying half submerged in water. It was an identification card. Drake Laurelson. That's what's on it. That was my name. I forget everything about myself except my name. How ironic.

I stand up. Holding the I.D., I am determined. Determined to find out who I really was. Lightning again. I see a small beaten down shack, no bigger than a garage. I go inside. With rain pouring, I stand inside the warm confines of the garage, waiting for the morning, waiting for the new day and hopefully the chance to remember who I truly was.

Morning. Rays of sunlight fade into the slats in the shack, warming it with an orange glow. I step outside and stare out into the sun in the west. Wait, west? I can't believe it. I slept through the entire day. I guess I was really tired. I shake my head. I guess the only place I have left to go is Bayville. My clothes were still a little damp from the night before, but I guess eighteen hours had mostly dried them out. I'm glad I don't stink too. I can't remember when I had my last shower, but it doesn't seem like too long ago, judging by my smell. I reach the outskirts of the city with the sun starting to dip below the horizon. I guess it was evening after all. Oh well. I need new shelter. Someplace warm. The shack was not enough to keep me warm. Another thing comes to my attention. A deep rumbling, somewhere deep inside me. I'm hungry. I have not eaten in a while. But, the sun's setting fast. I gotta find shelter quick. I spot an old construction yard. I duck under the sign, and get into the old wooden building that looked like it used to be the command post for the yard. Now it was just a lonely shell of a building, leaning sadly on it's old foundations. It really is not that old, but it was not in use anymore. I lay down on the cold wood floor beneath me and try to get some sleep as night truly sets in.

A burning smell tinged my nostrils. I slowly open my eyes. A burning beam crashes to the ground beside. I jump up from the ground. The building's on fire! I don't know how it happened, but it happened. I look for an exit, but all I see is flames everywhere. The heat is intense. Almost unbearable. I can almost feel my skin searing off. Now the fire's all around me on the floor. It's burning the floor around me. "AHHHHHHHH!" I scream out in extreme agony and searing heat as I can feel myself falling, falling, falling. Then, I'm out cold.

Dreams swirl around me. I'm in a dark room. I see a bald man in a wheelchair and a tall African woman with white hair standing in a huge expansive room. A computer screen shows. It shows a picture of me.

"I don't get it," The woman said, "how could there be no information about him."

"Be at peace," The wheelchair man said, "if cerebro can't find info on our new friend, then it must've been erased. I don't know who though. And he can't tell us either. He has amnesia."

"That's terrible."

"It truly is." Then I could feel the bald man talking to me. In my head somehow. "Be at peace Drake. You are safe." That's all I heard before the dream faded from view.

I woke up. I'm in a bed. I don't get it. Somehow I survived a fiery doom in that building. But how? I don't understand at all. I clear my head and look at my surroundings. It looks like a hospital, but it's not. No nurses. No anyone. The room outside is desolate. I start to panic. I'm in a strange place. Then, I see the bald wheelchair and the African woman enter my room.

"Hello Drake," he says

"Where am I? And who are you? What am I doing here?" I ramble about in absolute fear.

"Be calm Drake. You are safe here. My name is Professor Xavier, and this is Ororo Monroe, also known as Storm. I have brought you to my mansion."

I lean back and fall of the opposite side of my bed. My clothes are barely charred. How can this be? I burned to death in the fire. Didn't I? Can't be? "How am I still alive?" I say, starting to get angry. I don't know why I'm angry. But it's burning inside of me.

"Calm down Drake. You're angry," Storm says. I don't care if I'm angry. I survived a fiery doom only to be here. Why?

"Tell me!" I exclaim. I feel something weird. My body is changing. How I don't know. But, I did feel myself getting stronger, faster, smarter. I finish transforming. Don't ask me how I was able to that I was even changing. I have no idea.

"This is why we brought you here Drake," Professor Xavier says. I look down at my hands and gasp. Hard green scales now covered my arms and hands. Strong claws extend out from my fingers. The scales extend all the way down to my feet. My clothes are gone, replace with a skin tight pair of shorts extending to my knees. Two elegant yet powerful wings extend out from my back. I know what I am. I'm half-human, half-dragon. I don't know anything about myself, but I do know one thing. One thing I had not expected, that I never expected.

I was a mutant.

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