Okay, I know the last time a story has this title it was a Marvel/DC crossover but this is ONLY a Marvel crossover that I'm hoping will give Bladewolf a good origin into his Anti-Hero life that will bring him into conflicts with the Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four. The origin I'm using is the abused childhood and running away from home.
He will have all his abilities that you will find on his profile in my author profile so yeah he will be OP, many other Authors do it without getting shit, but at the bottom of this chapter, you'll find the harem for this story listed.
Enjoy.
A young six-year-old sat huddled in a cupboard, shivering and trembling but not due to cold temperatures. No, he was trembling... in fear. Fear of the man that had abused him all his life. The young boy had short black hair that was very dirty, ruined clothes that clearly hadn't been washed right. This boy's name was George Edwards and he had an abusive father and a messed up childhood.
His mother died giving birth to him and his father abused him for it, blaming him for the death of his mother. He showed no mercy in harming his own son. Smacking him, punching him, using a belt or any other object that could harm him. It was even worse when the man was drunk and brought his friends over. The man also brought home prostitutes and George would be kept up all night by listening to the blissful yells of his father and the women he lay with.
In short, George's life was completely fucked up at the moment. The neighborhood he lived in was bad, the neighbours wouldn't care what happened to you and the police would just turn a blind eye to injustice. It enraged the child. You'd think the boy would have gone insane or just have no will with nothing to save him...but no. George's desire for revenge kept his will strong, the anger and rage within the six-year-old would shock anyone. He learned things no child at his age should have, about sex, violence, drugs and just about everything bad and wrong.
He heard the door open and be loudly shut.
"BOY!" He heard his father yell. The drunkenness within his tone was blatant and it made George's fear spike as he trembled some more. Yet he unintentionally clenched his fist at the sound of his father's voice. "WHERE ARE YOU?! COME OUT HERE NOW!"
Slowly, knowing it was pointless to hide, George exited the cupboard as his father entered the bedroom and George saw how the man stumbled.
"There you are." The man spoke darkly with another stumble but he stood up straight. "Couldn't find a bitch to fuck. You know why?" George was silent. "DO YOU KNOW WHY?!"
George jumped back in fear.
"N-no, daddy." He said with a quiet voice.
"BECAUSE OF YOU!" George's father yelled, pointing at him accusingly. He walked over and grabbed him hard by the hair. "Was about to score a fine pussy when I brought you up. She HATES kids! The sexiest ass I've seen didn't want this hot cock...because of you!"
"D-dad, you're hurting me." George whimpered.
SMACK!
"Ah!" George yelled falling to the ground, holding his cheek before getting booted in the stomach. "Stop...please."
His father's eyes widened in surprise before turning to rage.
"The fuck...did you just say? STOP?! STOP WHAT?! STOP WHAT?! Stop hurting the beast that took away the woman I loved?! THINK OF ALL THE HARM YOU'VE DONE! To your mother! TO ME! TO HUMANITY!" George was now sure his father went off the deep end as people said. "I've had it with you! I'm doing what I should have done." With that, he took his belt off, intending on beating his child to death.
George's eyes widened in shock.
"D-Daddy, please don't!"
SMACK!
SMACK!
"OW! STOP!" George screamed with tears going down his face at the pain. But as the pain increased, the more George's boiling anger and rage began to rise.
"NEVER!"
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
"I said...FUCKING STOP!" George cursed and that said, he suddenly turned and punched his father so hard he crashed through the wall. George's father was shocked and confused, shaking the cobwebs off his clothes and looking to see his son slowly approaching, rage taking over.
"A mutant...A FUCKING MUTANT?! MY SON'S A MUTANT?!" George's father exclaimed but he was suddenly lifted into the air by an invisible force and tossed around the room like a ragdoll before meeting a flame-covered fist from his son, which knocked him through the TV.
Very slowly, George calmed down, allowing himself to see what he had done, yet he didn't regret it.
Looking where the door was, then back at his father's unconscious body, he ran and grabbed his father's wallet, taking all the money and then packing whatever clothes he had that weren't ruined...
He then ran out of the house...away from that prison...away from that monster. He left to never return. If he ever did return it would be for one thing only.
To finish the job.
(Age 12)
Six passed since George ran away from his personal hell and it proved to be the best decision George had ever made. All the bruises and wounds that George sustained had quickly healed. He discovered he had a rapid healing factor that took care of most physical scars and wounds in seconds. George also learned he had a bit of control over elements like fire, water and electricity. He could even read minds and reanimate people up by using the Force (only to remember that they were mind powes and not the Force). Now he didn't know if that was it, but he had a feeling his powers didn't stop there, he just couldn't control them or even grasp them at the time.
The 12-year-old boy learned to fight, making some friends on the streets that ran away from home too. He traveled around a bit, going to gyms and dojos where he learned Wrestling, Kung Fu, Kickboxing and whatever other fighting styles that his teachers were skilled at. In order to survive on the street he learned how to lie, cheat and steal. He managed to steal fromthe rich using his innocent sad kid act on guards and snobbish people who didn't know any better.
Right now, the 12-year-old was sitting on a bench at a park in Los Angeles, far away from his home in Glasgow. He snuck aboard a plane leaving for America when he was ten, taking advantage of his small size. So far he had only lived in small towns from where he moved on after a month or so.
"Excuse me." He suddenly heard next to him. He looked to see a man in a black suit smile down at him before sitting down. "What's a youngster like you doing out alone?"
"What's it to you?" George asked harshly, expecting the guy to be a prick or something.
This only made the man smile some more.
"My heart just beats in sadness at seeing a child in a predicament such as yours." The man replied, making George look sharply at him. "I've seen children with that look before. An abusive childhood, is it? You have power in your hands but you don't know how to use it, how to control it. You just know you want to use them to make bad people suffer. Isn't that so?"
"Every day. Why are you bringing this up? How do you know about me?" George asked innocently, being the young child he was. Despite all he had seen and felt he was still a child... and children are easily manipulated.
"The people I work with can give you the means to control your gift, George." The man said with a sly tone. He saw the gears turning in the child's mind and resisted the urge to smirk when he asked.
"Where do I sign up? And who are these people?"
"They are called Weapon X."
And that's it for the first chapter. The next one will see a 19 year old George beginning to become the Bladewolf after the hell he was out through by Weapon X. I needed Weapon X and the experiments they do to give George Armando and awaken the animal inside George? Everyone has an animal inside them in a way, George's is a wolf.
I hope you liked the origins that I have revealed instead of just explaining it in a few words. Tell me what you think of the origins. I did try my best to give a terrible backstory that helps in making the Bladewolf an Anti-Hero.
Now, Harem: Jean Grey, Emma Frost, Rogue, X-23, Psylocke, Wanda Maximoff, Selene Gallio, Ms Marvel/Captain Marvel, Black Cat, She-Hulk, Black Widow, Enchantress, Invisible Woman, and Spider Woman (Jessica Drew)
Fourteen women. Wow.