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DISCLAIMER:

I do not own any of the Marvel character, and I'm receiving no money for this and yada yada yada.

Chapter 1: The Wrath of Slash

It had been a long six-month deployment as the aircraft carrier U.S.S. Dwight D. Eisenhower pulled into Norfolk Naval Base. Lieutenant Matt Kerns, commanding officer of the Alpha company attached to SEAL Team 5, pulled all his gear onto his shoulder, and made down the officer gangway. Known as Slash to his buddies in the team, he was a 6' 2", 230 pound officer who was feared by non-SEAL's and praised by his buddies who served under him in the team. But Slash had a secret that only his SEAL brothers knew about: he was a mutant.

At a young age, Slash had developed an eye for shooting. Under the "direction" of his father, Matt learned how shoot .22 by tearing apart tin cans. He was just too good. Matt could hit a tin can at two miles with a .22 without using a scope. In high school, Matt put this talent to use. He joined the Navy ROTC program at his high school in Virginia. He always took the Excellent Shot Award, and his uniform showed that fact. He could use any weapon, and make the shot count. It was here also that his superhuman strength came out. When he started in the ROTC, he was scarcely 110 pounds. As part of PT (Physical Training), they worked on wrestling to improve hand-to-hand combat skills. His company officer, who was a senior and also a wrestler on the school team (he was the heavy weight competitor meaning that he weighed close to 300 pounds), challenged this freshman to antagonize him. Expecting to crush Matt, it was the senior who found himself pinned and torn apart. The senior was never seen again.

After high school, he went to the Naval Academy and became an officer. While practicing his basketball skills late at night to relieve stress, Matt found himself hanging next to the rim. He had the ability to fly. All these skills he kept to himself, fearing discipline for being a mutant. Fresh out of Annapolis, Matt immediately applied for Special Warfare School in San Diego, California. Hell Week buffed up this young man into the real beast he became known for in the teams. Matt gained a reputation to be a hard hitter in combat situations, hence his nickname Slash. He had been awarded multiple Silver Stars and once the Medal of Honor for covert missions. When he took command of his own company at Little Creek, VA (near Norfolk), he revealed his secret to his men. At first, they were scared of him. On their next mission, it was his mutant powers that saved the team, and they learned to respect his powers. It helped them become the best SEAL unit in the entire Navy. But everything was about to change…

A SEAL is always on call. It is a 24 hour job. So Matt had to return to Little Creek before sending his men home for some R & R. They had to clean up, and get ready in case their country needed them. Matt personally was looking forward to getting home and seeing his beautiful wife Erin. Matt met her out at San Diego. She was a blind date of a friend at a birthday party, and at first glance, Matt knew he met the one he was going to marry. Before the end of the party they were at, he proposed to her. They had been married for over 10 years. Only the SEALS and God came before Erin. Before he left to deploy on the Eisenhower, Erin told him how they were going to have a child. Matt couldn't wait to get home.

Strangely, Erin hadn't come to meet him or call to explain why she hadn't come. He didn't want to bother his men with a ride, so he signed out a Navy truck to go home. He cleared all his weapons with the armory and packed them into his truck, along with his clothes and personal belongings. After being deployed so long, Erin never minded that he brought his work home. His MP-5 submachine gun had seen a lot of action in the tight quarters of the embassy. His Colt carbine had seen action in the desert of Iraq. And of course, he also used the M-88 McMillan sniper rifle over the course of the deployment. As he left the base, he took the picture of Erin out of his wallet and put it on the dash. He couldn't wait to see her again.

As he pulled into his neighborhood, though, something seemed different. There wasn't the normal yellow ribbon hanging from his neighbors' houses when he came home from deployment. Everything seemed so…dead. Then he got to his house. Matt slammed the brakes and stopped in horror. His house was a smoking wreck. The house had been completely gutted. The ashes were still warm, yet it appeared that there were no emergency personnel tending to the fire. He rushed into what was left of his bedroom and found his wife Erin. She was badly burned, and her motionless body moved around like a rag doll in his giant arms. He took her out of the house, and immediately checked her over. She had a pulse, and slowly she came around.

"ERIN!! ERIN!! TALK TO ME!" Matt was on the verge of tears as he gently shook his wife.

"Matt…it's good…I got to…see you…one…last…time…" Erin forced the words out.

"WHO DID THIS???"

"Friends…of…Humanity."

"HOW'D THEY FIND OUT???"

"Don't…know. But…now…I…get…to…say…..I…love…you…Matthew Kerns…" She eyes rolled back into her head, and Matt grasped his wife's now lifeless body in his arms, and wept bitterly. After a few minutes, the neighbors came out to see what all the commotion was about. But they weren't the same friendly people who had lived with him for over 10 years.

"Now look what you've done mutant." The words his next-door neighbor spoke sounded like poison "You got her killed because you were a filthy MUTANT!" Rage now filled Matt, and just as he was about to snap the neck of his neighbor, multiple news teams showed up to cover this breaking story of "mutant aggression." Matt quickly regained his composure, walked calmly over to the Navy truck. With an angry mob forming behind him, he pulled out the three guns he had planned to use. He strapped the sniper rifle across his back, and the Colt next to it. Keeping the MP-5 in his hands, he flew over the now hysterical crowd and headed for the nearby Dismal Swamp to hide out a few days.