AN: I really want to start a handful of AUs now that Glee is over, I realize that I have many other fics that I need to work on and can't abandon but that doesn't mean I can't start some new works. My AUs will definitely depend on reviews for when I update them. I'd like to get at least three reviews for each chapter before I update, otherwise enjoy.

The Hero's Code

Chapter One

Kurt Hummel wasn't a name that many people knew, but at the same time it was lucky that no one knew it, it was lucky that Kurt could live in his own body, the one he had been biologically given, without attracting the attention that this Mr X had.

It had been five years since he had worked in that art gallery, five years since the explosion, and five years since he had been given this mutation. A blessing, and a curse.

He looked at his hand as he stared at the lines that had developed over the years, the slight hangnail that pulled at his left index finger, the dirt underneath the tip of his little finger. He closed his eyes and thought to himself as he felt a ripple run its course against his skin and as he opened his eyes he saw perfection. The hand was smooth without any blemishes or imperfection.

He laughed weakly before he looked in the mirror opposite him. The brown hair lay upon his hair in a very well executed coif, his porcelain skin and dazzling eyes made him appear as a god, maybe he was a god, after all maybe only gods had this power. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

xoxoxo

"So, that's why I'm right," Chandler teased Kurt as they looked at all the chemicals that were used in the gallery. This was supposed to use exposed chemicals, some dangerous to the touch, and bunsen burners to create art. It seemed ridiculous to Kurt, but his boyfriend had been too excited to check it out. Since Kurt worked as a tour guide for this New York museum they had been able to get in for opening night.

"Why you're right?" Kurt smirked as he raised an eyebrow, "Oh yes because this is much better than using a traditional medium. He looked over to a piece he found particularly odd where someone had made a clay dog and was using gas fumes as the dog's poo.

These people were offending real artists with this…insanity.

There was a pop from somewhere followed by the sound of glass breaking.

Kurt turned as he held Chandler's hand trying to observe what was going on. The next thing Kurt noticed was people running as a flame chased higher and higher into the room. Soon beakers and glass containers were breaking and fumes made the air hard to breathe. Kurt tried to pull away. He needed to get out of here, he needed to run.

He made his way to the exit before hearing Chandler's voice.

"I have to get my bag, Kurt!" his boyfriend called out as Kurt's eyes widened in complete disbelief.

"What?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "The place is burning down!" he yelled out at Chandler, "You can wait! Why the hell are you going to coat check!" he yelled as he followed Chander. He had to get his boyfriend out of here, no man left behind wasn't that the heroes code or something.

Kurt felt the box with the engagement ring he had brought that night hit his leg over and over as he tried to pass the gasses and toxins and… he screamed as he felt his hand melt and knocked into some other chemicals.

This was not good! This was not good! The red burns started to cover his hand and quickly make their way up his arm. Another deep breath as he felt his skin starting to crawl and he felt sharp ice prick at his body. "Chandler!" he yelled before finding the man coughing, spluttering for air.

Kurt was in so much pain, but he couldn't just leave the man he was planning on marrying here. He managed to get Chandler's body onto his back, ignoring the pain that came with it and pushed forward until he got Chandler outside. He coughed again as Chandler managed to run forward to escape.

There was another explosion and Kurt fell onto the floor as a rush of chemicals, flame, and smoke rushed towards his body. He couldn't breathe, this didn't feel right, this kind of unimaginable pain couldn't really be happening.

He tried to stand and as he exited the museum the crowd stared at him. A mix of horrified and terrified faces looked at him as if he was repulsive. He looked at the parts of his body he could see. Gem like shards were covering his body in ugly lumps whilst the rest was burned. His head, though he couldn't see it, looked similar to a red dodgeball which was microwaved for at least a minute.

The only person who wasn't staring at him in fear was a fireman. "Sir!" the man said as he came up, "You have been very badly injured, we have to get you to lay down. We need to get you examined. Look, I can help you, please just get yourself to an area where you are safe from the flames."

Kurt looked into the crowd, not paying attention to the man who was stopping him, "Chandler?" he asked as he looked out towards his boyfriend.

The firefighter got his attention again and Kurt looked into those warm, concerned, understanding eyes which rested under two triangular eyebrows. "Sir, I'm Anderson and I'll be right back. You have to get to safety," he said without the judgement that the others held. Kurt did sense fear in his body language but protection and concern overpowered that emotion.

"I have to get to my boyfriend!" Kurt argued as the firefighter looked out and nodded, trying to make sure that Kurt was okay.

"I don't want that freak. Don't come near me!" Chandler yelled disgusted as he walked away and Kurt stopped trying to come towards him.

The words freak were repeated by everyone except Anderson who was most likely crazy.

"I'll be right back, I promise," Anderson nodded as he tried to put out the fire in the building. As he rushed into the gallery, Kurt rushed off. He looked at the burns covering his body, the glass on his legs and looked into a nearby window, he was a freak! He closed his eyes as he thought about something happy, his brother, Finn. He had to think about Finn. As he opened his eyes he was shocked to find himself gazing at his brother's body.

In the distance he could only here two men.

"Where is he?" Anderson asked.

"Why are you bothering with that man, Blaine. Looked like something out of 'The Mummy'," the other firefighter commented.

"Because he's a man who is injured. He -is- a man still and it's our job to help."

"He's a freak," the firefighter argued.

"No he's not! He's a man who has been injured and I wanted to help! Nobody would ask for this to happen, all I know is I hope he has courage when he goes out there. No one deserves courage right now more than he does and if something further happens, I don't know if I could forgive myself."

xoxoxo

Kurt opened his eyes as he stared into the face of his ex boyfriend, the man who had cast him aside and called him a freak, a monster because he had wanted to save him. The surprised eyes sat behind two round frames and the messy blonde hair was perfect. Now he could get started with his revenge. You let your victim get strong so you can feast off of them and he was most definitely going to feast.