Dragon
Authors note: some of the people in the series have an accent like Kurt or Gambit but I can't write the words they speak differently than others so I will write it as normal speech hopefully you won't mind (but don't worry Gambit will still say chere when the time comes).
The prologue starts about 12 years before season 1 and the first chapter starts at first episode in season 1 and then I writ from there.
I don't own any of the marvel characters or the universe but I own the main character which I have named Dragon for now (I might find a better name for later on, if you have a suggestion feel free to give your suggestion, but you should wait until you read what powers he has).
Prologue
The sun was out and the birds was singing, a beautiful summer day it's was like nothing bad was going to happen today.
But as fate would have it, a small child came out from a back alley moved towards the playgrounds
The small child with a cloak walked and watched parents and children play. He stopped and looked at a patricianly family. He first looked at the father took up his son and threw him up in the air then catches him, the son laughed.
The small male child then looked at the mother and daughter. The small girl had hurt her knee and cried. The mother then hugged her little daughter and said "alright, it's alright" while gently stroking her back. The girl stooped crying and nuzzled her head into her mother's stomach.
He started to move closer. Maybe just maybe they would accept him.
The parents noticed this cloaked child approach them, the father put his son on the grounded and the mother stopped hugging her child.
They couldn't see anything other the cloak moving towards them.
The small boy had made sure his cloaked was held very secure around his body.
The mother slowly approaches the small figure. She bought herself onto his level "Hello little one, are you lost?" she asked.
The little boy just shucked his cloaked head.
"Then what do you want?" she asked, she tilted her head trying to see the small child's face.
He was quiet for some time and then he answered "A family".
"You don't have one?" she continued to ask while moving her head little closer.
He started to look down in the ground "No," he answered.
She stopped smiling and offered her right hand "Her take my hand".
He stood still for a moment and then he took out his left hand out of its safety of the cloak.
She quickly withdrew her hand and put it up to her mouth as she gasped.
From under the cloak came a green hand and arm. The boy was confused, maybe there was a bug on his arm that was his first thought. He quickly took out his right hand and started to examine his left.
The woman let out another gasp because his right hand was pitch black. Now he was nervous, had he done something wrong?
His hands had a different colour and the fact he had no nails on them other than that they looked human.
The boy decided to hide his hands under the safety of his cloak, but the damage was done.
The father quickly ran over to his wife pulled her away, "It's a demon, stay away fowl creature from hell!" he yelled.
The boy was scared and started to back away. The son of the family had pick up a rock, he threw it at the cloaked boy. The boy screamed in pain as it hit.
Then he saw something he would never forget, the family started to pray. Praying that this 'demon' would be cast back into hell from where it came.
The boy looked around and saw that the commotion had attracted the attentions of the other families.
They talked something about calling the police or the army or were it something about hanging him in a tree? He was not sure, but he was not going to stick around to found out.
He ran with all his might back to his alley, back to safety, where they wouldn't find him.
He hid in his temporary home a cardboard box, just big enough for him to be in.
He put his legs up then he put his arms around them, put his head against his legs and started to cry over the fact nobody would accept him.
End of prologue
Chapter one: The offer.
12 years later.
In Bayville the boy had grown up into a young man now 18 years old, he was still living in the streets as a homeless.
He was still wearing a cloak but he had added more clothes to his appearance like gloves, a long shirt, a pair of trousers, a pair of shoes and finally a cloth to hide his face. All which had been found in the garbage people had throw out.
It was night, he was out looking for something to eat going through the garbage cans near the school. He knew was going to be a match today and entertainment was not something that happen often when you lived in the streets.
Looks he was lucky today he found a half eaten burger, a sandwich that gotten a bit over date and a little meat that wasn't to rotten. He took it all in a small bag he had and then found a place with ledges and places where he could climb the building so he could get a good view of the game.
I wonder who is going to win today. He thought while taking a bite of the sandwich.
Looks like the home team were winning again. He thought finishing his meal. His thoughts were disturbed when he looked down at the tribunes.
Looks like a fight is about to start I better get down and have a look, the game was getting boring anyway he thought.
He started to climb down. He had just reach the bottom of the building and managed to turn around to see Scott get his glasses knocked off.
Then he saw this giant light beam, he followed it with his eyes until it was about to hit the gas canister he jumped for cover as fast as possible.
The explosion was fast and loud but it didn't last long, he got up and looked over to where the light beams came from.
He saw Jean give Scott with her TK (telekinesis), he decided that he had seen enough for tonight and went back to his home in the alley near the school.
He had just fallen asleep when a cop woke him up. "Okay scum, there was an explosion over there did you see anything?" the young cop asked.
"No I was sleeping. Now leave me alone," He snapped at the officer and then turned around went back to sleep.
The officer just walked away didn't even bother to take his statement. Homeless people wasn't hold in high regarded in this police department, it was only protocol to ask every one.
He had gotten use to the police harassing him since he was homeless with no family the police could do what they wanted with him with usually meant a trip to the police station for a chat or two. They never charged him with anything, they just wanted him to know how unwelcome he was.
But he had lived for as long as could remember on the streets so police harassment was something he was use too, so he ignore it.
Next morning the young man continued his morning as he usually did looking for breakfast, he didn't think about last night, it had nothing to do with him so it was not his problem.
Nothing garbage cans in the alley there was worth eating, he then decided to go to the school garbage cans. The kids usually didn't eat too much of the food from the cafeteria, which meant some of it ended out in the cans, if you had a little luck, you get a nice meal out of it.
While he was looking through the garbage, the principle Raven Darkholme aka Mystique approaches our homeless outcast.
"Looking for something?" she asked.
He quickly turned around to see who it was. "Oh, it's you," he said in a harsh tone.
"Come to steal our garbage again?" she asked while crossing her arms.
He just turned around continued to look through the garbage. "Just looking for a decent meal," he answered.
"Then come to my offices I can bring you some, I need to talk to you anyway," she said. Sounded more like an order then an offer, the idea of having some real food sounded nice, but the idea of her talking to him didn't.
"Hm, very well, I can't say no to a free meal," he replied. He turned away from the garbage and followed her.
All the children were in class it seemed, no one was in the hallway.
When they reach her offices she stopped and turned around to face him.
"Go into the office and make yourself comfortable Mr. Homeless and be right there with your meal in few minutes," she ordered with an evil smile on her face. He growled at her, but he did as she said.
Being in a place like this is funny, not surprising consider that I never went to school. Hm, I forgot to ask what she wanted to talk to me about, too late for that now, I guess I find out soon enough he thought.
He took a seat and started to wait.
He put his right hand on the desk and started to tap his fingers. He hated to wait, because it made him think of past and he hated the past.
The door opened and she came in with a tray. "Here you are," she said while placing the tray in front of him, she then opened the window because he stank.
"Don't like the way I smell?" he asked.
She didn't answerer, she just walked over to her desk and sat behind it.
He decided to eat while the meal was still hot. When he was finished he asked "So you wanted to talk but about what?"
She adjusted her glasses a bit and smiled. "I want to do something for me," she answered.
"Then why don't you drop the disguise and talk to me face to face," he said apparently annoyed of her little game.
She was surprised that he said that. "What do mean?" she asked trying to play innocent.
"You are in reality a blue redheaded woman and don't denied it I have seen you," he answered.
She changed while saying "You're smarter then you look. My name is Mystique," she said.
"I just see a lot of things, like the incident last night, Mystique," he replied.
She knew what he was referring to, so she didn't ask him about the details.
"So want do you want me to do and what do I get for it?" he asked, he wanted this over with quickly so he could get back to the streets and look for supplies for the coming winter.
"I want you to keep an eye out for someone I hold dear. As for the reward..." She answered.
She got up from where she sat and started to go around her desk until she stood right behind him.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and lowered her head next to his cloaked head. "I'll make sure you get 3 meals a day for the rest of your life," she finally answered.
"Does it include drinks?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered in a seductive tone.
"Now what is your answerer?" she asked in the same tone.
"No, I don't work for anyone under any circumstances," he answered.
He then got up from his seat and turned around "And now I'm leaving, thanks for the meal," he said as he walked out.
Mystique stood in her office and was angry as hell. The paperclips on desk started to move. "So he wouldn't listen to reason," a voice said.
"No, he wouldn't, Magneto," she confirms.
"A pity, I will have to deal with him and make him see reason," Magneto said in a cold voice.
Authors note: the first chapters will centre around our new character so you get to know him and then I go from there.
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