This is my first attempt at an X-Men fan fic so please be kind. The first
chapter is more of a test run, to whet the audiences appetite. Lets see how
it goes.
Dawn of Armageddon
He blended in perfectly with the darkness around him. His black coat billows behind him like it has a life of its own, blending with the shadows. It was fall in Albany, New York and the nights were pitch black. He paused to lean against a brick wall, visibly exhausted. He had not stopped walking since morning. He had no food, no shelter and no friends. Yet this young man took such pride in his appearance. His hair was carefully spiked up, a small silver earring polished to the brightest it could be, his pale complexion devoid of blemishes, save for a scar that ran vertically down his left eye. His eyes, that is what damned him. For his eyes were red. Blood red. People took one look at him and branded him a monster, a mutant, a freak. His own parents drove him out of his house onto the streets. His own father had given him the scar that decorated his face. Sighing, he once again began walking, unaware that he was being followed.
As custom demands, after a big game in any sport, there is always a party afterward. This was no different here. The football team had secured their spot in the championship game, and that called for a celebration. The alcohol flowed freely late into the night. Some of the more drunk players had slipped out and were now wobbling after the young man. They had decided to "have some fun". Their idea of fun was to beat up on an outnumbered person walking down the street. They followed closely until their leader, the captain of the team, rushed the young man. The other four players cheered and chased after him.
The world turned upside down on him. He blamed himself for being so wrapped up in his own self pity, that he had no warning. The captain slammed into the back of his legs, which buckled and drove him to his knees. The captain laughed and delivered a kick to the side of his face. He fell to his side. The captain advanced to attack again. But he didn't expect the young man to fight back. Quickly, he pushed himself to his feet and faced the captain. The captain appeared shocked for a moment before lashing out with a fist. The punch was blocked with a forearm. Then the captain saw a fist flying toward his face. The young man felt a satisfying crunch as the captain's nose caved in on itself. With the captain down the young man turned to make his escape. Instead he found himself surrounded by four angry looking jocks.
Not even on his best day could he hope to fight back against four football players. They swarmed him, punching, kicking, piling on. He was driven to the cold, hard ground. The blows fell like rain. His back, neck and shoulders took the brunt of the assault. One jock stomped on the back of his head. The ground came rushing up to meet him. Luckily, he was able to turn his head at the last second and avoid a broken nose. The taste of copper filled his mouth. Darkness began to creep into his vision. On the edge on consciousness, a burning began to replace the pain. It felt as though hot pokers were buried under his skin. It became hotter and hotter until it was gone. Inhuman shrieks split through the night. He looked up, at his attackers. They were writhing in pain. Their arms and legs were nothing but blackened bones, with a few scant traces of blood and tendons. The rest of their bodies were slowly getting the same treatment. Like an invisible beast devouring their flesh, the skin and muscle was seared off their ribs. Organs disintegrated into ash. The only whole part of their bodies was their heads. They still tried to scream, but having no lungs, it was impossible. In seconds, only a black skull remained.
He couldn't believe it. Emotions flooded through his mind. One word remained constant. Mutant. He looked at his hands. They looked like fire, but strange. The flames were a mixture of black and red. Eventually, the fire seemed to be sucked back into his hands, which once again turned back to their normal appearance. Fighting the pain and urge to vomit, he ran until morning.
Miles away, a huge computer screen displayed a photo of the young man. Professor Charles Xavier watched the screen intently, waiting for information on this person. His eyes narrowed at the information, before sending out a psychic message to all people in the mansion, telling them to suit up and report to the Blackbird immediately.
NEW MUTANT FOUND
Name: Jared Denton
Location: Albany, New York
Age: 18
Powers: UNKNOWN, too radical to classify
APPROACH WITH EXTREME CAUTION
So, there it is. Why not give me some feedback? Tell me what you think. Questions, comments, ideas, all are welcome. See you next chapter.
Dawn of Armageddon
He blended in perfectly with the darkness around him. His black coat billows behind him like it has a life of its own, blending with the shadows. It was fall in Albany, New York and the nights were pitch black. He paused to lean against a brick wall, visibly exhausted. He had not stopped walking since morning. He had no food, no shelter and no friends. Yet this young man took such pride in his appearance. His hair was carefully spiked up, a small silver earring polished to the brightest it could be, his pale complexion devoid of blemishes, save for a scar that ran vertically down his left eye. His eyes, that is what damned him. For his eyes were red. Blood red. People took one look at him and branded him a monster, a mutant, a freak. His own parents drove him out of his house onto the streets. His own father had given him the scar that decorated his face. Sighing, he once again began walking, unaware that he was being followed.
As custom demands, after a big game in any sport, there is always a party afterward. This was no different here. The football team had secured their spot in the championship game, and that called for a celebration. The alcohol flowed freely late into the night. Some of the more drunk players had slipped out and were now wobbling after the young man. They had decided to "have some fun". Their idea of fun was to beat up on an outnumbered person walking down the street. They followed closely until their leader, the captain of the team, rushed the young man. The other four players cheered and chased after him.
The world turned upside down on him. He blamed himself for being so wrapped up in his own self pity, that he had no warning. The captain slammed into the back of his legs, which buckled and drove him to his knees. The captain laughed and delivered a kick to the side of his face. He fell to his side. The captain advanced to attack again. But he didn't expect the young man to fight back. Quickly, he pushed himself to his feet and faced the captain. The captain appeared shocked for a moment before lashing out with a fist. The punch was blocked with a forearm. Then the captain saw a fist flying toward his face. The young man felt a satisfying crunch as the captain's nose caved in on itself. With the captain down the young man turned to make his escape. Instead he found himself surrounded by four angry looking jocks.
Not even on his best day could he hope to fight back against four football players. They swarmed him, punching, kicking, piling on. He was driven to the cold, hard ground. The blows fell like rain. His back, neck and shoulders took the brunt of the assault. One jock stomped on the back of his head. The ground came rushing up to meet him. Luckily, he was able to turn his head at the last second and avoid a broken nose. The taste of copper filled his mouth. Darkness began to creep into his vision. On the edge on consciousness, a burning began to replace the pain. It felt as though hot pokers were buried under his skin. It became hotter and hotter until it was gone. Inhuman shrieks split through the night. He looked up, at his attackers. They were writhing in pain. Their arms and legs were nothing but blackened bones, with a few scant traces of blood and tendons. The rest of their bodies were slowly getting the same treatment. Like an invisible beast devouring their flesh, the skin and muscle was seared off their ribs. Organs disintegrated into ash. The only whole part of their bodies was their heads. They still tried to scream, but having no lungs, it was impossible. In seconds, only a black skull remained.
He couldn't believe it. Emotions flooded through his mind. One word remained constant. Mutant. He looked at his hands. They looked like fire, but strange. The flames were a mixture of black and red. Eventually, the fire seemed to be sucked back into his hands, which once again turned back to their normal appearance. Fighting the pain and urge to vomit, he ran until morning.
Miles away, a huge computer screen displayed a photo of the young man. Professor Charles Xavier watched the screen intently, waiting for information on this person. His eyes narrowed at the information, before sending out a psychic message to all people in the mansion, telling them to suit up and report to the Blackbird immediately.
NEW MUTANT FOUND
Name: Jared Denton
Location: Albany, New York
Age: 18
Powers: UNKNOWN, too radical to classify
APPROACH WITH EXTREME CAUTION
So, there it is. Why not give me some feedback? Tell me what you think. Questions, comments, ideas, all are welcome. See you next chapter.