Hey guys ShadowSaiyan316 long time no see, thought of a fun little story involving my oc and the New X-men. I always thought the New X-men were a cool team that got shafted by the Marvel creative team. So I thought I'd try my hand at it. This starts out after House of M but prior to Civil War.
West Chester, New York.
On a lone roof top sat a lonely vigilante clad in black steeped in the darkness, the only thing really visible about him was his crimson glowing eyes. The young man was currently running with the alias as The Shadow. A generic borderline emo name but for someone such as him who's powers originated from the darkforce he found it quite fitting.
The Shadow sat alone on the edge of a rooftop. His legs kicking in the summer breeze as he marveled at the difference between a southern states summer and a north eastern summer.
His crime-fighting career began down south in Atlanta where its summers was hot, sticky, and goddamned uncomfortable night and day but here in New York it seemed a bit more air-ish and dry but the evenings were quite pleasant.
Shadow briefly ran through his mental checklist. Equipment, costume, emergency backup plan encase things hit the fan which more often than not they would, Check, check and check.
Tonight was more recon work plain and simple, he was a stranger in these parts and the last thing he needed was to draw the attention of local law enforcement or worse yet S.H.I.E.L.D
If he looked hard enough to the from where he was sitting towards the edge of town he could just make the Sentinels.
Giant killer robots armed with more fire power than most third world countries, yeah no none of that he could safely say he wanted none of that noise at the moment so the young man sat his body cloaked in darkness as he watched a West Chester Chapel run by the reverend William Stryker.
Shadow had traveled a long way from Atlanta to New York to attend to this problem, for the 'good' reverend had been showing up on TV, magazines, internet podcast, any form of modern media to spread the 'good word' about the mutant threat.
Maybe it was because of the origin of his powers or maybe it the fact that he was a straight up cynic but the idea of a holy man spreading a message of hatred, racism and intolerance was funny as hell. It had to have been a joke; something for publicity or some misconstrued interview blown way the hell out of proportion as the media was known to do these days.
However any semblance of a joke was dropped from his mind the first time he had to jump headlong into lynch mob who were attempting to hang a poor mutant kid.
The kid hadn't even done anything too wrong simply playing in park at a purist rally when some strange man had attempted to run off with him. A broad day kidnapping until the kids powers manifested and he knocked his would be kidnapper into oncoming traffic.
Nobody cared that he was acting in self-defense, suddenly one of the big bad mutants from the TV was here live, loud, and in color and had killed a human.
Nobody cared about the child's trauma, except him and on that day he had soundly and brutally beaten over fifty civilians into unconsciousness some of which that would never wake up to save the poor kid.
Shadow shook his head trying to fight off the rage inducing memory from that day. A lot had happened between then and now but on that day he swore if given the opportunity to tend to the Reverend Stryker he'd be more than happy to do so. Now he found himself in striking distance of fulfilling that promise.
Only there was a small snag, a hitch in the plan if you will.
Reverend Stryker had been killed during his attempted slaughter at the Xavier Institute. Personally he found it comical that at long last a 'decent human' was here to end a monster of their own ilk and said monster was already dead and honestly Shadow was willing to leave it at that no use in beating a dead horse as it were.
But strangely he had notice people flocking to the Reverend's old church still gathering to preach the message of hate that the man had founded. The Purifiers they had taken to calling themselves hadn't disbanded in the wake of their leader's death but they made a martyr out of him.
10:00 P.M.
'Time to get to work' Shadow thought before whisking himself in a streak of darkness into the church.
The young man stooped in the rafters of the church a good fifteen feet above the parishioners, he wasn't a billionaire playboy vigilante with money to burn so certain actions such as these required a more personal touch.
He quickly teleported again this time to a darker more secluded part of the church. Taking care to ensure he wasn't spotted he ducked down in an attempt to get comfortable, if the last few nights were any indication this could take a while.
A loud murmur had been building for quite a while but the murmurs and whispers came to an end as a dark skinned man in a black robe with a white cross to the podium.
"Brothers and sister I ask you to hang your heads in a moment of silence for our fallen brother Reverend Stryker." He asked as his heavy voice reverberated in the now silent church.
While the congregation hung their heads in prayer Shadow took the opportunity to look around the 'Church' and he was not pleased with what he saw. Assault Weapons, Military grade explosives, and high tech computer equipment that made his head spin.
'I don't know what version of the good book these folks been reading but I know for sure that an AK was not in mine' Shadow thought with a frown. He pulled his hood over his face as he began to fully count the armed congregation.
'Well fuck recon,' Shadow thought as he began rummaging through his bag before pulling out several charges of C-4.
"Even though Reverend Stryker is gone his message cannot be forgotten the mutant scourge is still an ever present threat. We've reduced their numbers greatly but we cannot settle for the cancer to go into remission we must eliminate it in its entirety to assure our own survival."
The Preacher paused gauging the congregation never noticing a black clad figure skulking across the rafters.
"Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him." Several cries of amen rang out from the pews as the sermon carried on, Shadow got work.
'Fake ass holy men and women hiding genocide under the guise of religious righteousness.' Shadow scoffed as he began whisking back and forth between the upper supports pillars planting charges.
He did not bring nearly enough explosives to fully detonate the whole church but then again considering there ordinance he probably didn't need more lest he take out the entire city block.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
'Oh Crap baskets' Shadow thought as several scanners around the room began going off at mutant proximity scanners. In flashing neon red alerting the entire congregation that there was a trespasser among them.
Well I'll end it here for now maybe someone likes this or not. I'll try and up date on a regular basis but no promises have a good day.