Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men. Or the Brotherhood and all of those people created by Stan Lee. I do own Stray, Danny, Buddy, Julian, Daria, Gepetto, Dracon, Rampage, and the rest of my original characters.
Hi everybody! This weird idea just popped into my head and I was thinking, well why not? This is an AU (Alternate Universe) from my usual writing. So that means that everything you knew about Danny is to be totally dashed when you read this story. Don't worry, I will be carrying on both universes (albeit on and off) and having fun, just because I think it's fun. Oh, and there will be similarities, but don't let them get to you.
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"Oh *^&%!"
We threw ourselves over the hood of the car as bullets started hailing on top of us. I glared at my companion.
"You just HAD to go make friends, didn't you?"
"They were nice until they pulled out their guns and started shooting us."
"They're ALWAYS nice until they start shooting at you." I retorted as the side view mirror busted on top of us.
We brushed off the glass as the shots rang overhead.
"I don't suppose we could dial 1-800-WENEED-HELP?"
"Nah," He said as he took a piece of mirror and tried to see over the car hood. "Left the cell behind." The mirror got shot out of his hand. "And they'd probably hang up once they heard we were mutants anyway."
I glanced around. The sound of approaching sirens caught my ears, and I knew we had to do something drastic.
"Stray, get us out of here."
"About time we did this."
"Keep your tentacles where I can see them."
"Yes ma'am."
He took in a deep breath, and his face flashed in pain as tentacles burst from his back, metal strands that were as almost as strong as adamantanium, each only about three inches in diameter with three tiny claws at the end of each one. I don't know how many he has, I've never asked.
Several dug into the ground as I grabbed him around the neck. He shot us straight up, surprising our friendly shooters.
"Shoot up!"
"Shut-up!" I yelled back at them.
"Please don't annoy the people shooting at us." Stray said as he deposited us on the roof of a nearby building. The tentacles disappeared back into the metal plate that covered his middle and lower back. His shirt was torn up. We took off fast by roof jumping, a technique we had both mastered after several practices involving badly broken bones and wounded pride.
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"I cannot believe you two. You were supposed to go out for groceries and what did you do? Destroy another city block."
"Wow. So this is what having a mom is like…OW!"
Stray threw his arms over his head to fend off the barrage of hits he was getting from Gepetto, who was using an old geometry book to beat some sense into his head.
"Way to go Gepetto." Daria said smugly. She was painting her nails as she sat on the edge of the table as her puppet continued beating up Stray. It was her that Stray had been insulting.
I sat in a chair with my dogs at my feet, contemplating. It was a strange group I lived with.
Stray, so named because he followed me around for an entire day and wouldn't stop pestering me, is perhaps the single most immature guy I know. He lounges around all day in gray pants and a white tank top, or making some sort of invention that inevitably blows up in his face or someone else's. Eighteen, no steady job, but then again none of us do. He is five ten, with long blonde hair he keeps in a ponytail that was getting messed up by getting barraged by a geometry book. His bangs go down to his chin, and his eyes are gray, though he usually has sunglasses on to keep the cool guy persona. However, all of his shortcomings are negated by his mastery over anything electronic and mechanical. The tentacles in his back move to his every whim, and he can use his empathy for machines to turn any video game to his favor.
Daria, a girl with a fetish for black lace and leather, is a determined person, not known for giving up on anything. Now she was wearing a black mini skirt with a red vest. She has a naturally white complexion, red lips enhanced by her lipstick, and red hair tied into pigtails. She is taller than I am, and her green eyes usually sparkle with a sort of smug happiness. Gepetto, her little puppet, is evidence of her own power. She can give temporary mobility (and monstrous looks) to inanimate objects, unless she gives them a huge power boost, like Gepetto.
Gepetto, for being a wooden puppet, is the freakiest person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. He started out as a cute little marionette, albeit one that would give thirty year olds nightmares, with overalls and a plaid shirt and a green beret. Even though he's only two feet tall, he tends to be more than a match for anyone, especially with all the blades stuck into his body that he retracts on mental command. Even so, he's actually not that bad, except for the fact that he gets a little crazy when he misses his fumigations.
"NIAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
"Evil puppet monster!"
"I don't think that's what having a mom is like," Julian said to the guy standing next to him.
Julian is the meanest looking guy that you could ever tick off. Of course, he's a very sweet and gentle guy, but that doesn't stop him from looking ferocious. He wears Shorts made from Jeans to allow for movement of his lanky legs and sometimes a t-shirt, but not usually. He stands eight feet tall at the ear tips, and his body covered in brown fur, coarse and very tough, especially with the scales underneath the fur, protecting him like armor. Halfway down his upper arm the fur vanished into strong green scales, ending in four fingers tipped with deadly looking silver crescent claws. He had a long muzzle with a black nose complementing his brown fur and green eyes, and his legs were full of muscle. His tail, large and heavy, constantly flicked even if he stayed still. On his back lay feathered bat-like wings and his jaw was lined with massive teeth.
But he really was a sweet guy.
Besides the obvious implications of being the muscle in our operation, he also had limited empathy concerning animals.
The guy all of us refer to as 'Buddy' because we have absolutely no idea what his name is (and he doesn't seem to either, or doesn't want to inform us) is a calm, objective guy. Who likes Lucky Charms. He was eating a bowl that second. Watching the battle between the two dummies with feigned interest. He is Asian, with short cut black hair and a steady air. He wears pretty much the same thing every day, brown pants, a gray shirt and a red overcoat. He would seem very… non-dangerous. But I've seen him fight, and I know that he's a force to be reckoned with. I also know that he is a mutant, because he can pull off all Kung-fu movie stunts with ease. I believe the power is controlling his weight, and I sense that his powers have to deal with his age as well, because I don't believe for a minute that he's twenty-five. However, if it does slow down his aging, it doesn't heal him. If anything, I believe it takes him longer to heal than most people. In any case, he is our constant source of wisdom.
"You might want to watch out for that table."
WHAMM!
"Think you could have warned me before I started falling Buddy?!"
Though that wisdom is sometimes flawed.
And me. My name is Danny. I not quite sure how to describe myself. I'm a young girl, perhaps the youngest here, unless you count Julian, but that's a story for another time. My hair is brown of two varying colors, I assume by my mutation, though it could happen that it's that way naturally. My dogs, Doggy, Cassius, and Brutus, are the meanest pups ever to take on the streets. And me, well I'm kind of there sometimes. I teeter on the line between what I am, what I could be. But the problem is, I don't know what I can be. I've always been a realistic person, high ideals do not appeal to me. My mutation allows me to speak with the beasts, any one I want to. I can even control them, though I usually don't have to. That, and a little offensive power which allows me to speed up cells in some way, bringing dead things back to life and causing extreme pain to live things.
"OWWW!"
"What are you freaks doing in my underwear drawer?!"
"Crap! Gepetto, run!"
Extreme pain sounds pretty good about now…
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"Dracon!"
"What?" droned the scaly mutant lazily.
"Did you hear? Little rat and her mechanical dimwit showed up in some backwater town, and they didn't stop them!"
"They?"
"If you actually got off your stupid butt and started looking around you, you'd realize that we'd actually been making some progress in tracking down that little rat and her gang."
"Progress? I fail to see it if she got away from you again."
"Shut-up!" the girl squealed. She stomped her foot like a little child. "I wish Rampage would just find them and destroy all of them, just rip them to bits…"
"Again, they?"
"They, theytheythey! The hired guys we got to blow a hole through rat's head."
"So what went wrong?" He said boredly. He always felt sluggish. His mutation kept him from moving much, but it also made him totally invulnerable. His body was covered in brown scales that had massive spikes all over them. The spikes were poisonous, and his body had long ago changed to resemble a lizard. Almost twelve feet long, his appetite was as big as he was.
"That stupid mechanical moron walked right up to them and asked them if their guns were approved by the NRA."
"So glad they have a sense of humor." He said boredly. He was bored by the girl's constantly annoying manner. She tried so much to be so perfect. And she believed it.
And he was forbidden to eat her.
She was a well-dressed girl, with long brown hair and a seemingly innocent look to her. The fact that she thought it was fun to mess with people's heads, especially with the ability she had to twist people's perceptions, was totally beside the matter.
"Sense of humor? He's an idiot! It's a miracle that they managed to last this long!"
"So it is."
She shook her head exasperatedly and walked out of the room.
Dracon boredly sharpened his claws on the floor. Hearing her talk always made him hungry.
Maybe they would let him eat some of the ones that failed…
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Hmmmm…..This has the potential to get interesting.
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