Emerging Crisis

Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Marvel. I own Leon Maxwell. All other OCs belong to their respective creators.

Chapter 1: Crisis Enters Part 1

San Diego, California…

A metropolitan city a few hours outside of Los Angeles, San Diego is home to a bustling life. Not as bustling as other California cities like Los Angeles and San Francisco, but it was busy enough. It was in this city that four members of the Hellions were looking for a certain new recruit. A black haired teen with dark skin groaned,

"This is outrageous. We are only a few hours away from Los Angeles and my beloved Wildstar (1), and Miss Frost has us on a…milk run."

Her name is Monet St. Croix, but to her Hellion teammates, she was just called M.

A red-headed teen with a French accent nodded in agreement,

"Oui, Monet. It is shameful that you would be interested in a man like him, when he CLEARLY likes me!"

The red-headed teen was called Marie-Angie Colbert, also known as Tarot.

A dark skinned teen rolled his eyes,

"Here they go again. It happens every time Wildstar is brought up."

His name is Haroun al-Rashid, Jetstream.

A blonde teen pulled out a video camera,

"Calm down, buddy. We got another cat-fight to tape."

His name is Buford Wilson, Beef.

Jetstream looked at his super strong teammate,

"Beef, must you always bring a camera with you?"

Beef grinned,

"Yep. That way, I can watch Empath and Beavertron take bets. Speaking of which, that's probably what they're doing back at the Hellion House right now, watching Roulette and Catseye shredding each other."

At the precise moment, at the Hellion House…

"Catseye love Wildstar more!"

"No, he loves me, house cat!"

A purple haired teed with cat's ears tackled a blonde teen. The purple haired teen was Sharon Smith, Catseye. The blonde was Jennifer Stravos, Roulette. The two were now engaged in a cat-fight.

Bevatron, real name Fabian Marechal-Julbin, pulled out a camera,

"Beef is gonna love this!"

Empath, real name Manuel de la Rocha, tried to separate them, Roulette grabbed him and used him as a human shield while Catseye took several swipes, attempting to maul her blonde rival, but ended up running into Empath. Empath screamed,

"HELP!! THOSE REALLY HURT!!! BEVATRON, HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The elecrokinetic grinned,

"Oh, yeah. This is so going on YouTube."

Back to San Diego…

A blonde teen was walking on the other side of the street. He had his glasses drawn and he was wearing bleached white jeans and a white shirt with a red image of a dragon on it. His name is Leon Maxwell. He looks like an average, every day teen, except for his red eyes.

He does not know how he has red eyes, but simply put, he does. He kept his glasses close to his face, as to not draw attention. However, it is too late. Leon has drawn the attention of the Hellions that are looking for him.

Jetstream pointed,

"That appears to be the person Miss Frost wishes to find."
Beef looked at him,

"Why does Miss Frost want this kid? What sort of mutant power does he have?"

Monet shrugged,

"I don't know. Our information on him is limited at best."
Tarot decided to approach first. She smiled,

"Bon jour, Leon."
Instantly, the red-eyed teen turned around and looked at the card-using mutant,

"Excuse me? Do I know you?"
Tarot shook her head,

"Not yet. I was wondering if you would like to discuss your potential."
Leon shook his head,

"I don't know who you are, but I'm late for an appointment. I'm sorry I wasted your time."
He turned to leave, but soon found himself standing in front of Beef and Jetstream. Monet and Tarot were standing behind him. He was cornered. Beef grunted and cracked his knuckles,

"I think the lady wants a word with you. You got a problem with that, pal?"
Just then, Leon felt a strong headache come on. He braced the wall near him for support and held his head.

The red-eyed teen had headaches before, but they were never this intense, or this long lasting. He could see the four Hellions beaten and defeated, and he was the one that did it. Leon shook it off and thought to himself,

Did I just see that? What's going on?

Beef looked at Monet,

"Did you do something?"
Monet shook her head,

"No, I didn't use my telepathy on him."

Tarot got nervous,

"I have a bad feeling about this."
Leon looked to the four Hellions,

"I'm late for something important. I don't want to fight you."

Beef grinned,

"Little red-eyed punk thinks he can beat us? You know what; you can take the first shot at me."

He moved his chin into position.

Leon clenched his fists at that moment, his eyes glowing red. He was feeling a power inside himself, one he was not sure of, yet one he knew would help him. The red-eyed teen made a full charge at Beef and, winding up, threw a punch.

Now, normally, Beef, being the invulnerable, super strong powerhouse, would have been able to withstand almost any blow from the average person. Normally, Beef could taunt his opponent like this, offering one free shot. However, this was hardly normal.

The impact of the punch sent Beef flying across San Diego, the shock sending the three other Hellions to the ground. Tarot shook her head, gasping,

"What is he?"
Beef screamed,

"OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He soon disappeared from sight.

Leon could not believe what had just happened. He knocked someone clear out of his city, with only one punch. It was not just an ordinary someone; this was a powerhouse that should have just shrugged off the blow.

Jetstream, Monet, and Tarot all looked at Leon, slack-jawed. The Moroccan flier spoke, deciding to break the silence,

"Who…Who are you?"

Monet finally stood up, glaring,

"I don't know who you are, or what you think you're doing, but you do not humiliate the Hellions like this and live! Prepare to meet the full fury of the Hellions! You're in a real crisis now, aren't you?"

Next Chapter:
Leon vs. the Hellions!

(1) Wildstar is one of L1701E's OC character. The Hellion girls have a thing for him. Please Read more of L1701E's material for further understanding.

AN: This is not in continuity to my Persiana-verse stories. This is a work for a fellow writer.