Seventeen years of life is not a whole lot no matter what kind of creature you are. Of course to a spider seventeen years would make you an immortal but spiders mean very little in this story. But in the beliefs of humans, werewolves, vampires, giants, unicorns, and other such creatures seventeen years is nothing at all. A person of seventeen was nothing more then a babe and if more then a babe they were a toddler just stepping out into the big bad world. At least that was the general consensus until a one Harry Potter came into this world..
Harry Potter who at the age of one defeated a dark lord and then suffered through ten years of abuse without so much as a whimper of complaint, only to have to face said returned dark lord over six times. He who had lost more then one set of parents to pure evil. He who had shaken hands with the devil. He who had been burned alive by the flames of hell and its wrath. He who had been turned away from heavens gates and salvations waiting arms. Harry had seen many things and done many things that people long past seventeen had never done, nor in reality would ever do. He was harden by war, grief, and loss. He was no longer innocent in the ways of the world. He knew the realities of the world, knew what consequence actions would bring. He was wise beyond his years due to the experiences he'd been forced to have. An unlucky hand dealt by fate.
Yes, Harry was wise, he was respected for his wisdom and his power, he was loved for his pure goodness and caring heart, but like all heroes who have triumphed there was a few who weren't happy. These few poisoned people's minds with their beliefs whispered so seductively and persuasively into their ears that those who were whispered to had to believe them. Friends became enemies and enemies basked in the defeat of their once great enemy. Harry was shunned from the world he had saved. Shunned to the point that their was a price tag on his head. No people couldn't openly hunt him but if someone just happened upon him they would be able to kill him, no questions asked.
Now to any sane person with a heart this would seem barbaric and a horrible fate to anyone let alone to a hero who had given everything to save those that now wanted him dead. But the people of the wizarding world weren't really sane and those who were, their hearts were to scarred, to disfigured that some could argue if they had any hearts at all.
Wizards and witches alike did not know a few things about their boy hero turned villain. They did not know he wished for death. Wished for it so passionately that he had more then once slit his own wrists and throat. They also did not know that their villainous hero had changed. Had undergone a change only heard of in muggles a change from human to mutant. From wizard to freak. The wizards hated the mutants, they were freaks who were born automatically bad. They did not know that their hero had the ability of not only fast healing but also the ability to control and manipulate sound. The first power is the most important one that the wizards and witches did not know because they were hunting a man that could not die.
By the time it had occurred to the wizards that their hero would not stay in Britain or even Europe the ministry began a worldwide search. But Brittan and Europe itself had shit on many different continents and countries and so their search was not aided. Some countries even said that they would hide this Harry Potter and let him have the peace he deserved. One of those countries was America. Now, don't think that the mutants or the muggles knew of this search only the wizarding communities did and after all they keep their business their business.
Harry Potter had run to America knowing they would keep him hid but he also knew that he wanted nothing to do with the wizards and their world. To him they were all fickle but then again all of mankind was. And the true dying breeds were those who weren't. And so he threw away his glasses bought contacts and grew out his hair. No one knew in the world of magic about his scars, the scars that littered his body, wizard magic had hid them and mutant magic had unveiled them. Harry Potter no longer existed not in spirit, not in name, not in appearance.
His name was now Killian and he lived the life of a gambler one who played the casinos with five dollars and walked out with hundreds. He did not blow all the money he won in fact he saved most of it. Hiding it in a rock cave in the forests of Maine where not just any could find it, fore he had hid it with magic. Wandless magic one of the only untraceable forms of magic left in the world and the only type of wizard magic he now possessed.
Killian was partial to the bars but not to the night life itself with the partying and the sex. Killian had never been in a real relationship and the sex he had forced himself to have had all been with woman. Before he had known or really accepted that he only liked men. Killian had no desire to start a relationship with someone when said relationship was doomed to fail. No one could understand the pain and anger of his past or the betrayal of friends. No one would ever understand that while he was tough and rough and a badass on the surface that all he really wanted was for someone to say that they would worry about everything and that all he needed to do was rest. He wanted to be the one cared for not the one doing the caring. No one would understand his flashbacks of the battles he had seen or understand why the blood of other men that lay on his hands haunted him so much.
Its was for these reasons that he turned down every offer made to him by men and women. He just wanted peace so he could drink his whiskey and ponder on how shitty his life had become. Some might call it fate, others would call it a bad choice, a minor group would call it an accident, while the majority would call it purposefully done. Whatever the cause what happened sealed his fate that he would officially enter a world that his mind had no desire to enter into but his body had already entered. The world of the mutants.
Drunk and unable to think coherently the music began to pound painfully into his skull. Without knowing it his mutant ability was kicking in hurting him instead of helping causing the sound to be amplified not only within his head but out of it as well. As the music swelled and each drum beat felt like a dagger to his brain and club to his heart his glass shattered in his hand, ripping skin open. People in the bar began dropping to their knees as they screamed in agony. Killian heard their screams but it only added to the pain and caused his ability to react worse.
His vision blurred despite his contacts and for a moment he thought he was crying until he realized that his blurred vision was not liquid clear but liquid crimson. Unknowingly he didn't know that the image he showed was a demented one blood was streaming out of his ears, mouth, and eyes. And then when the noise got unbearably loud and the people on the floor could barely breathe let alone keep consciousness darkness over took him..... and he drifted away to a place of complete silence, a place where he was completely alone.
A/N Tell me if this is worth writing. I'll only write it if anyone wants to read it. Please review and tell me what you think. I have only ever watched the x-men movies so please forgive me if I get any info on them wrong.