Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution
Title: Part One : The Bamf Generator
AU: The first Part of a series, but each story can/should be able to stand alone-mainly concerned with Logan/Wolverine, Nightcrawler/Kurt, Rogue and Remy/Gambit.
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Chapter 1: Blue Power
The water was paralysing and intoxicating; the being living in it was unable to resist its lulling sleep and chemicals.
A glass cylinder was centred in the steel grey room and was seemingly merged into a machine of wires, tubes, electronics and a whole host of other devices.
A smoke screen of mist and steam frosted over the glass, hiding its prisoner in its glass and watery grave.
Noises of bubbling like a witch's cauldron and the metal screeching of the equipment completing each programmed task were the only noises disturbing the silence. The bubbling and rusted screeches drowned out the precious sound of its prisoner's breaths, each breath forced by a respirator.
The creature in the tank had long since forfeited its right to live; breathing was not even a task it was trusted with. Everything was controlled.
A green florescent glare shrouded the evil looking room in its mysterious glow. It had done so since the first day that the machine had been set up.
The tests had been pointlessly cruel and eventually the correct voltage had been found in the pained screams. Every ten minutes an exact number of volts were sent down wires attached to the victim in order to provoke its most basic conditioned response. The subject didn't need to be conscious, its body automatically responded to the electrical threat.
They'd been fortunate in coming into possession of such a mutant. The ability to teleport was indeed a valued one but it was not suitable as a military weapon- they'd found another to take part in that experiment.
No, instead they'd found a way to convert the teleportation pull that was created when the subject tried to teleport into that other dimension.
The victims power had originally made them think that the subject merely disappeared but instead they'd discovered, by the brimstone dust by-product, that he actually slipped into another dimension. The pull and force that was created during the process- they'd managed to convert in into a power source.
Initially the subject had fought and tried to escape using the teleportation ability however they'd swiftly weakened that dream. They balanced his nutrients so that he couldn't actually teleport far- eventually they perfected it so that the creature could only teleport on the same spot.
During the procedure they had conditioned the teleportation reaction to respond to electrical volts before connecting the mutant to the power converter.
He no longer needed to be awake, using the technology that was used on a classified mutant -originally; they let him permanently sleep whilst his body unconsciously responded to its prisons torture.
The mutant was nothing more than a child but their ethics didn't cover mutants.
They didn't care.
That was a few years ago- ten at the most; the mutant power source had powered the secret facility in Canada during that flawless time.
The experiment was a success and due to the suspension the young mutant never aged- but he never lived either.
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At the opposite side of the compound and in a similar set-up, there was another experiment - that subject woke up.
The machines had perhaps malfunctioned but the hostage didn't give a damn- rage and a boiling temper had been building in his mind. Nightmares, blood and pain were fresh in his mind- he was pissed.
Ademantium claws burst through the skin on his hands knuckles causing the man more suffering but he didn't care this time and used his new-found consciousness to slice his glass prison.
The water poured out and with it the mutant did as well, broken glass cutting his torso as he was deposited onto the cold floor. His mutant capabilities fully apparent as glass slashed flesh and skin torn from breaking free of the wires and tubes that had suspended him in the water- completely healed.
After grunting and ripping off a face mask, that had been keeping him from drowning for far too long, he got up.
Growls and roars flew from a throat that hadn't been used for such a long time. Coherent thoughts were being overridden by more primal animal instincts.
Wild eyes and wild hair marked his face as he looked at his surroundings in contempt.
The door was no match for his claws and he cut the steel alloy down, it collapsed weakly at his feet.
Plodding over the door, growls emitting from him, he sprinted with a predator expression on his face.
'Nobody home?' he was bitterly disappointed.
It was true; the scientists had long since fled from the facility after the army had cancelled the project and wanted to tie up loose ends. This had only taken place a few days ago and the military forces were coming to eliminate the Top Secret Experiment Base this very day.
The animalistic man wore nothing but two dog tags, issued from when he'd been used in actual battle. The man couldn't remember much though- just fragments, bits of the puzzle, all of it dark and full of blood.
Water dripped from him and made small splashes on the floor, he somehow found his way to a locker room after turning down a recognisable corridor and noticing a door hidden in at one side of the wall.
Shocked when he found that a familiar name of 'Wolverine' was marked on one of the lockers, his rough hand snatched the dog tags hanging from his neck- one said 'Wolverine' with a number and the other was a simple 'Logan' although no second name.
He ran a claw down the edge of the locker in an impatient gesture and ripped a pile of clothes from inside of it- a uniform.
There was no point dying now- especially form pneumonia and so he stiffly put on the clothes in disgust. He had no idea why he felt such self-loathing at putting on the offending clothes but it didn't matter right now. Just as he was about to leave the room when he noticed a small backpack stuffed quite far back in the corner of the locker- he grabbed it and slung it over his back.
Walking out of the room, he was more cautious of danger- something didn't smell right and it was coming from down the other end of the passageway.
Perhaps he should have just followed his basic instincts and sliced an exit out of this hell, there and then; but he didn't- as simple as that.
Almost covertly he approached the thick steel door, it reminded him of the entrance to his own previous 'secure unit'. Slashing viciously and with hatred- the door collapsed like the previous one had, he was now deeply breathing and small puffs were produced due to the cold in the room.
A massive power generator, he instantly realised its basic design. This pile of crap had been the thing keeping him here- he needed closure perhaps; but he wouldn't get that until he'd personally hunted down his pathetic captors. He'd just have to satisfy his uncontrollable anger by taking out the power source.
Approaching the machine, it took up half of the room. Wires sparked from the ceiling and crept along it. The tubes going into a frosted chamber confused him.
Monitors showed the bio signs of a living 'subject' along with a computer-generated image of the mutant's biology. He snarled and shoved his claws and fists straight into the machines buttons and control centre, his hand went straight through but even as he pulled it back- it healed, as he knew it would. Although even without the healing mutation- he'd have still done it.
The green lights flickered and plunged the room into darkness, the man simply waited for the emergency battery to kick in; it did. The green was now a clear white. He'd been expecting red.
He turned his back on the generator, ready to make an exit and get the hell out of this place but as the cylinder abruptly discharged a gassy cloud with a loud clicking of an automatic release valve he found himself turning around.
The glass cylinder, previously obscured by steam- slowly cleared.
And the primal man couldn't hide his shock as he came face to face with a demonic looking child. Another mutant -that looked no more than 5 years of age.
The Wolverine was horrified that the child was even still alive, the water was suddenly released as well and all that kept the small mutant suspended were a mass of wires and tubes.
He wasn't heartless, he couldn't just leave the child there- he could at least put it out of its misery before he left.
Growling and grunting, he stepped up to the cylinder, which had been placed, on a slightly raised platform.
Neatly slicing straight down the glass, it made a high pitched crackling sound. The water was already drained beneath his feet so it never got to burst through and drench him again. He retracted his claws, favouring his fists and shattered the glass.
He then brought out his claws again, they hurt as they broke through the skin at his knuckles but he felt that it was a necessary evil.
Consciousness slipped into his mind, the water was gone, he could feel the cold and pain again. Weakly he opened his eyes, though only halfway to face the unknown.
His vision was blurred and the white light made his head sore, he whimpered. The figure in front of him slowly came into focus. It was an adult; oddly enough- he didn't look like a scientist. The child felt quite foolish, he was already feebly crying. The person standing on front of him hadn't even done anything yet and he was crying.
Primal animal instinct to perform the death right on the mutant melted as the child opened his yellow innocent looking eyes and cried. Wolverine would have cried too if he was so pissed at what had been done to them.
He couldn't kill the young mutant, he raised his claws and they glinted in the harsh white lighting.
An explosion, all of a sudden, rocked and shook the entire building causing the man with the claws to stumble and miss the boy by mere inches. Instead of killing the bluish, furry, child - the furious Wolverine had just freed the kid.
The child was free, it was falling and it couldn't stop itself from crumpling to the icy floor, it was glad that its fur kept it vaguely warmish, just above freezing to death.
Wolverine roared at the shaking building in an almost daring way, unconsciously he grabbed the little mutant into his arms and used a large shirt from inside his backpack to cover the small creature.
It was a little more difficult to slice his exit considering his little stowaway but his temper managed and he bolted from the building.
Not far enough away from the under-assault-building, the army cleanup crew detonated a bomb; the Wolverine was caught in the edge of the blast.
His body shielded the small blue child in his arms, the Wolverine mutant was knocked unconscious and tossed into some sharp, snow covered, bushes- his claws retracting as his mind slipped into the darkness.
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She was dedicated to a dream. Working for a man who she was positive was correct-the good guy, in the tension between mankind and mutants.
'The Dreamer' and a mysterious young thief had saved her along time ago and 'The Dreamer' had later on helped her through her troubles- mainly in erasing another persons personality from her mind.
She could fly, she was strong, she was untouchable but in the end she felt as weak as a child in her mind; Regrets and guilt always in the back of her mind.
She'd always hoped in the back of her mind that she'd find the thief that had disappeared as soon as 'The Dreamer' had found her.
At the time she was the only one of them exhibiting a mutation but thinking back she'd realised- he'd always been hiding something. Aways hiding and running; and true to form he'd ran away as soon as he'd found an opportunity to ditch her.
They'd lived on the street, she'd been chucked out by her father, he'd always lived on the street- that's what he'd told her. He'd protected her but had never been forthcoming with information.
At eleven years old a kindly Professor- "The Dreamer" as she'd nicknamed him, had offered her a place at his school with other people like her.
The thief had told her to go, he'd yelled at her, told her that he didn't want her around anymore- he'd have said anything to make her 'get-lost'.
Only now did she realise that he'd been hurting more than she had back then- he'd literally turned his back on her to hide his tears.
At the time it was painfully obvious to both of them that she'd needed help. A few 'bad people' had forced her to use her mutation to absorb another mutant- completely.
Her thief had rescued her, though he'd never told her how. It was very unlikely that a normal twelve year old could have successfully saved her from a group of evil mutants on his own.
After that day, she'd nearly killed herself. She'd been standing on the edge of a bridge, begging him to make the other voice in her head go away and he'd quietly whispered a simple- "As you wish".
It was the thief that had found 'The Dreamer' instead of the other way around- but in the end she'd not wanted to leave him.
That's when he'd started yelling at her to go away- You're a burden! You take up space and slow me down! I hate you! I've never liked you.
It was the last thing that had actually finalised her leaving- I just felt sorry for you!
She wondered if he'd meant it, she'd never get to ask.
It was now her chance to help others- six years later from when she'd been the one needing saving. She was now seventeen but mentally she'd had to grow up fast.
She'd been sent to the scene of an obvious 'cover-up' mission. It was nothing but a flattened, charcoal building now but she knew better. Her auburn hair, with a striking white stripe down it, blew in the wind and she hugged her coat closer.
Now all she had to do was find any survivors- if there were any.
Her green eyes blinked away tears at the levelled and destroyed building. It was unrecognisable but that was the point. Had she been too late?
The make-up on her skin made her seem like a ghostly image. As the army trucks evacuated and moved-out from the smouldering black grounds, she went unnoticed and wondered if it was because of her higher-up location or if 'The Dreamer' interfering.
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Author: Another AU- they give me a touch more freedom, this ones a little more AU than my other one. I know that alternative universes aren't as popular as normal fics- but what do you guys/gals think so far? Is this worth being my new project?
AN: I've reasoned that Remy/Gambit should be in this little Series/Arc- mainly cause I love him- he'll probably be in it as a teenager.
Please review, just to let me know what you think and all that jazz (ie. etc)
Flames will be fed to my dragon - hes a very red, very giant, scaley, smart thing.
Next chapter preview:
"The military guys that came through…they said that" the man tried to fruitlessly release Wolverines grip on him just a little more, "that they were going to destroy an illegal Facility of freaks. They came in here on the way…the drink loosening their tongues. I just thought that they were talking about those new mutant things that are cropping up in the news…. I just thought…"
He was instantly dropped to the floor, "If you want to live" the man retracted his claws, "then you'll stop thinking".
Title: Part One : The Bamf Generator
AU: The first Part of a series, but each story can/should be able to stand alone-mainly concerned with Logan/Wolverine, Nightcrawler/Kurt, Rogue and Remy/Gambit.
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Chapter 1: Blue Power
The water was paralysing and intoxicating; the being living in it was unable to resist its lulling sleep and chemicals.
A glass cylinder was centred in the steel grey room and was seemingly merged into a machine of wires, tubes, electronics and a whole host of other devices.
A smoke screen of mist and steam frosted over the glass, hiding its prisoner in its glass and watery grave.
Noises of bubbling like a witch's cauldron and the metal screeching of the equipment completing each programmed task were the only noises disturbing the silence. The bubbling and rusted screeches drowned out the precious sound of its prisoner's breaths, each breath forced by a respirator.
The creature in the tank had long since forfeited its right to live; breathing was not even a task it was trusted with. Everything was controlled.
A green florescent glare shrouded the evil looking room in its mysterious glow. It had done so since the first day that the machine had been set up.
The tests had been pointlessly cruel and eventually the correct voltage had been found in the pained screams. Every ten minutes an exact number of volts were sent down wires attached to the victim in order to provoke its most basic conditioned response. The subject didn't need to be conscious, its body automatically responded to the electrical threat.
They'd been fortunate in coming into possession of such a mutant. The ability to teleport was indeed a valued one but it was not suitable as a military weapon- they'd found another to take part in that experiment.
No, instead they'd found a way to convert the teleportation pull that was created when the subject tried to teleport into that other dimension.
The victims power had originally made them think that the subject merely disappeared but instead they'd discovered, by the brimstone dust by-product, that he actually slipped into another dimension. The pull and force that was created during the process- they'd managed to convert in into a power source.
Initially the subject had fought and tried to escape using the teleportation ability however they'd swiftly weakened that dream. They balanced his nutrients so that he couldn't actually teleport far- eventually they perfected it so that the creature could only teleport on the same spot.
During the procedure they had conditioned the teleportation reaction to respond to electrical volts before connecting the mutant to the power converter.
He no longer needed to be awake, using the technology that was used on a classified mutant -originally; they let him permanently sleep whilst his body unconsciously responded to its prisons torture.
The mutant was nothing more than a child but their ethics didn't cover mutants.
They didn't care.
That was a few years ago- ten at the most; the mutant power source had powered the secret facility in Canada during that flawless time.
The experiment was a success and due to the suspension the young mutant never aged- but he never lived either.
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At the opposite side of the compound and in a similar set-up, there was another experiment - that subject woke up.
The machines had perhaps malfunctioned but the hostage didn't give a damn- rage and a boiling temper had been building in his mind. Nightmares, blood and pain were fresh in his mind- he was pissed.
Ademantium claws burst through the skin on his hands knuckles causing the man more suffering but he didn't care this time and used his new-found consciousness to slice his glass prison.
The water poured out and with it the mutant did as well, broken glass cutting his torso as he was deposited onto the cold floor. His mutant capabilities fully apparent as glass slashed flesh and skin torn from breaking free of the wires and tubes that had suspended him in the water- completely healed.
After grunting and ripping off a face mask, that had been keeping him from drowning for far too long, he got up.
Growls and roars flew from a throat that hadn't been used for such a long time. Coherent thoughts were being overridden by more primal animal instincts.
Wild eyes and wild hair marked his face as he looked at his surroundings in contempt.
The door was no match for his claws and he cut the steel alloy down, it collapsed weakly at his feet.
Plodding over the door, growls emitting from him, he sprinted with a predator expression on his face.
'Nobody home?' he was bitterly disappointed.
It was true; the scientists had long since fled from the facility after the army had cancelled the project and wanted to tie up loose ends. This had only taken place a few days ago and the military forces were coming to eliminate the Top Secret Experiment Base this very day.
The animalistic man wore nothing but two dog tags, issued from when he'd been used in actual battle. The man couldn't remember much though- just fragments, bits of the puzzle, all of it dark and full of blood.
Water dripped from him and made small splashes on the floor, he somehow found his way to a locker room after turning down a recognisable corridor and noticing a door hidden in at one side of the wall.
Shocked when he found that a familiar name of 'Wolverine' was marked on one of the lockers, his rough hand snatched the dog tags hanging from his neck- one said 'Wolverine' with a number and the other was a simple 'Logan' although no second name.
He ran a claw down the edge of the locker in an impatient gesture and ripped a pile of clothes from inside of it- a uniform.
There was no point dying now- especially form pneumonia and so he stiffly put on the clothes in disgust. He had no idea why he felt such self-loathing at putting on the offending clothes but it didn't matter right now. Just as he was about to leave the room when he noticed a small backpack stuffed quite far back in the corner of the locker- he grabbed it and slung it over his back.
Walking out of the room, he was more cautious of danger- something didn't smell right and it was coming from down the other end of the passageway.
Perhaps he should have just followed his basic instincts and sliced an exit out of this hell, there and then; but he didn't- as simple as that.
Almost covertly he approached the thick steel door, it reminded him of the entrance to his own previous 'secure unit'. Slashing viciously and with hatred- the door collapsed like the previous one had, he was now deeply breathing and small puffs were produced due to the cold in the room.
A massive power generator, he instantly realised its basic design. This pile of crap had been the thing keeping him here- he needed closure perhaps; but he wouldn't get that until he'd personally hunted down his pathetic captors. He'd just have to satisfy his uncontrollable anger by taking out the power source.
Approaching the machine, it took up half of the room. Wires sparked from the ceiling and crept along it. The tubes going into a frosted chamber confused him.
Monitors showed the bio signs of a living 'subject' along with a computer-generated image of the mutant's biology. He snarled and shoved his claws and fists straight into the machines buttons and control centre, his hand went straight through but even as he pulled it back- it healed, as he knew it would. Although even without the healing mutation- he'd have still done it.
The green lights flickered and plunged the room into darkness, the man simply waited for the emergency battery to kick in; it did. The green was now a clear white. He'd been expecting red.
He turned his back on the generator, ready to make an exit and get the hell out of this place but as the cylinder abruptly discharged a gassy cloud with a loud clicking of an automatic release valve he found himself turning around.
The glass cylinder, previously obscured by steam- slowly cleared.
And the primal man couldn't hide his shock as he came face to face with a demonic looking child. Another mutant -that looked no more than 5 years of age.
The Wolverine was horrified that the child was even still alive, the water was suddenly released as well and all that kept the small mutant suspended were a mass of wires and tubes.
He wasn't heartless, he couldn't just leave the child there- he could at least put it out of its misery before he left.
Growling and grunting, he stepped up to the cylinder, which had been placed, on a slightly raised platform.
Neatly slicing straight down the glass, it made a high pitched crackling sound. The water was already drained beneath his feet so it never got to burst through and drench him again. He retracted his claws, favouring his fists and shattered the glass.
He then brought out his claws again, they hurt as they broke through the skin at his knuckles but he felt that it was a necessary evil.
Consciousness slipped into his mind, the water was gone, he could feel the cold and pain again. Weakly he opened his eyes, though only halfway to face the unknown.
His vision was blurred and the white light made his head sore, he whimpered. The figure in front of him slowly came into focus. It was an adult; oddly enough- he didn't look like a scientist. The child felt quite foolish, he was already feebly crying. The person standing on front of him hadn't even done anything yet and he was crying.
Primal animal instinct to perform the death right on the mutant melted as the child opened his yellow innocent looking eyes and cried. Wolverine would have cried too if he was so pissed at what had been done to them.
He couldn't kill the young mutant, he raised his claws and they glinted in the harsh white lighting.
An explosion, all of a sudden, rocked and shook the entire building causing the man with the claws to stumble and miss the boy by mere inches. Instead of killing the bluish, furry, child - the furious Wolverine had just freed the kid.
The child was free, it was falling and it couldn't stop itself from crumpling to the icy floor, it was glad that its fur kept it vaguely warmish, just above freezing to death.
Wolverine roared at the shaking building in an almost daring way, unconsciously he grabbed the little mutant into his arms and used a large shirt from inside his backpack to cover the small creature.
It was a little more difficult to slice his exit considering his little stowaway but his temper managed and he bolted from the building.
Not far enough away from the under-assault-building, the army cleanup crew detonated a bomb; the Wolverine was caught in the edge of the blast.
His body shielded the small blue child in his arms, the Wolverine mutant was knocked unconscious and tossed into some sharp, snow covered, bushes- his claws retracting as his mind slipped into the darkness.
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She was dedicated to a dream. Working for a man who she was positive was correct-the good guy, in the tension between mankind and mutants.
'The Dreamer' and a mysterious young thief had saved her along time ago and 'The Dreamer' had later on helped her through her troubles- mainly in erasing another persons personality from her mind.
She could fly, she was strong, she was untouchable but in the end she felt as weak as a child in her mind; Regrets and guilt always in the back of her mind.
She'd always hoped in the back of her mind that she'd find the thief that had disappeared as soon as 'The Dreamer' had found her.
At the time she was the only one of them exhibiting a mutation but thinking back she'd realised- he'd always been hiding something. Aways hiding and running; and true to form he'd ran away as soon as he'd found an opportunity to ditch her.
They'd lived on the street, she'd been chucked out by her father, he'd always lived on the street- that's what he'd told her. He'd protected her but had never been forthcoming with information.
At eleven years old a kindly Professor- "The Dreamer" as she'd nicknamed him, had offered her a place at his school with other people like her.
The thief had told her to go, he'd yelled at her, told her that he didn't want her around anymore- he'd have said anything to make her 'get-lost'.
Only now did she realise that he'd been hurting more than she had back then- he'd literally turned his back on her to hide his tears.
At the time it was painfully obvious to both of them that she'd needed help. A few 'bad people' had forced her to use her mutation to absorb another mutant- completely.
Her thief had rescued her, though he'd never told her how. It was very unlikely that a normal twelve year old could have successfully saved her from a group of evil mutants on his own.
After that day, she'd nearly killed herself. She'd been standing on the edge of a bridge, begging him to make the other voice in her head go away and he'd quietly whispered a simple- "As you wish".
It was the thief that had found 'The Dreamer' instead of the other way around- but in the end she'd not wanted to leave him.
That's when he'd started yelling at her to go away- You're a burden! You take up space and slow me down! I hate you! I've never liked you.
It was the last thing that had actually finalised her leaving- I just felt sorry for you!
She wondered if he'd meant it, she'd never get to ask.
It was now her chance to help others- six years later from when she'd been the one needing saving. She was now seventeen but mentally she'd had to grow up fast.
She'd been sent to the scene of an obvious 'cover-up' mission. It was nothing but a flattened, charcoal building now but she knew better. Her auburn hair, with a striking white stripe down it, blew in the wind and she hugged her coat closer.
Now all she had to do was find any survivors- if there were any.
Her green eyes blinked away tears at the levelled and destroyed building. It was unrecognisable but that was the point. Had she been too late?
The make-up on her skin made her seem like a ghostly image. As the army trucks evacuated and moved-out from the smouldering black grounds, she went unnoticed and wondered if it was because of her higher-up location or if 'The Dreamer' interfering.
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Author: Another AU- they give me a touch more freedom, this ones a little more AU than my other one. I know that alternative universes aren't as popular as normal fics- but what do you guys/gals think so far? Is this worth being my new project?
AN: I've reasoned that Remy/Gambit should be in this little Series/Arc- mainly cause I love him- he'll probably be in it as a teenager.
Please review, just to let me know what you think and all that jazz (ie. etc)
Flames will be fed to my dragon - hes a very red, very giant, scaley, smart thing.
Next chapter preview:
"The military guys that came through…they said that" the man tried to fruitlessly release Wolverines grip on him just a little more, "that they were going to destroy an illegal Facility of freaks. They came in here on the way…the drink loosening their tongues. I just thought that they were talking about those new mutant things that are cropping up in the news…. I just thought…"
He was instantly dropped to the floor, "If you want to live" the man retracted his claws, "then you'll stop thinking".