When Alex Summers had calmed down enough to realize what had happened, it was already too late. He could see the night sky lit by the fires the nearby trees cast upon Alkali Lake. Steam rolled off the top of the lake as Alex could see that he had evaporated a great deal of water in his outburst. It wasn't often he lost control like that, he reminded himself, but when it happened it was never pretty.
Fatigue set in as Alex doubled over, nearly collapsing. He was able to get a hand on the ground to prop himself up. It was probably better for him to sit down. The rocks he sat on were large and close to the water's edge. It was here that it seemed the lake opened itself up to whomever peered upon it. During the day, you could see the entire distance of this man-made water body. But now, all you could see were buring trees and charred stumps surrounding a steaming pool. Alex was amazed at how quickly he dispelled his stored energy. He would need quite a bit of rest to get back to full power.
Looking down now at his hands he realized they were shaking. The circular pattern on the backs of his dark leather gloves were outlined with pale yellow trim. An homage, no doubt, to the color and shape of the energy he propelled from his hands. He couldn't help but manage a small chuckle as he noticed the same pattern repeated up and down the sleeves and pantlegs of the leather uniform he was wearing. Standard issue, Logan had told him. He couldn't help but shake the feeling that this uniform had been made quite some time ago. As if they had planned on having anothe Summers on the squad. This one codenamed: Havok.
He pulled off his gloves and reached for the zipper by the collar of his uniform. He unzipped the suit halfway past the large leather "X" on his chest and felt the cool air rush into his lungs. A tight fit, he thought. Underneath the suit Alex wore a shirt that had a similar circular pattern--a small circle inside of a large one--as his gloves and sleeves on it. Alex had made it a point to ask if he got his own color and symbol coded toothbrush as well. Storm's response was that of a forced laugh. Only for Junior X-Men, she had retorted. He reached inside the chestpiece and into a small pocket. From it, Alex pulled out a small polaroid picture. It showed a family of four: dad, mom, and two boys. One of the boys, the older of the two, had brown hair where the younger had blonde.
"I'm sorry Scott," he said quietly as he gazed at the picture. "Who knew it would end like this?"
"Who indeed, my dear boy," a voice spoke from behind him. Alex jumped up to see who it could be, not realizing that this whole time his back had been to the burning waste behind him. What he saw was a man he had seen before, albeit recently. He was tall and rather well built for a man he suspected was in his 40's. He had pale skin and red eyes from what Alex could tell and a small red diamond on his forehead. His voice had a very distinct English accent to it.
"Damnit," was about all Alex could get out before the mysterious man raised his hand and emitted a flash of light from his palm. The force of the blast flung Alex back far enough to cast him into the steaming water. Stunned, tired, and losing conciousness fast, Alex was only able to make out a smile on the man's face before everything finally faded to black.