Alright everyone, this is a crossover between X-Men and the Teen Titans. I do not own any characters in this story (and if I did I'd be filthy rich). All original characters are my own creation. If, by some fluke, any of these characters resemble you in any way, I offer you my sincere apologies and promise that these are fictional characters based purely on imagination.

Target: William Tudor

Age: 20

Profile: 6'0 Brown hair, medium muscle mass, brown eyes.

Danger: Maximum. Terminate at all costs.

An assassin read this on his laptop in a small dark room. He smiled and laughed. He hadn't had an assignment this challenging in a while. The assassin walked out of the dark room and into a dimly lit hall. He pushed a panel in the wall open and walked through into a large room. He flicked the switch and a light came on, bathing the room in white light and revealing many weapons. He walked across the room and picked out 4 different guns, and grabbed a few various other things. Then he walked out, and turned out the light.

After changing into his gear, the assassin started to walk out when he glanced in the mirror. He looked at his reflection. He had tan skin, brown hair and brown eyes. His body was well toned and ready for any conflict. Being appealing to many women, his sex life was well taken care of, however, what really satisfied him was the adrenaline rush of the hunt, and the look in the eyes of the person he was about to kill. He was dressed in black pants, a black muscle shirt, and a black overcoat. "I should really get some new colors," he thought to himself. Then he walked out into the night.

20 minutes later, downtown New Orleans

Taking the back roads in a cobblestone alleyway, Will Tudor hurried along the alley way to the secret door that led to his getaway, and his hideout. He took brisk steps and had almost reached it when he heard a voice behind him say, "So what is it about you that warrants being killed I wonder?" Will smiled to himself. He knew that voice, from another time and another place. He slowly turned around, and looked into the face of Ben Boone. Amazingly enough, time had not done too much to alter either of their faces too much, and they could easily recognize each other. The locked gazes, and within a few seconds, Ben recognized his target. "Hm… long time no see," he said to Will. "Too long, maybe we can catch up over a few drinks," said Will unperturbed by the gun in Ben's hand. "I don't think so," stated Ben coldly, raising the gun up the get the perfect chest shot. Will almost laughed at Ben. A gun? Kill him? He smirked and stated, "You're not going to kill me."

Ben narrowed his eyes. "Oh really," he stated, "and why not?" Will took a few steps forward and said in almost a whisper, "there are some people who don't die very easily." He moved the gun down, and said, "I'm one of them." In less time than someone could possibly comprehend, he raised the gun and fired two shots at Will's head, and looked in horror as the bullets froze in midair, leaving Will unmarked. Will blinked and grinned. "You don't exactly possess the power to take me down," he said calmly. "Never have, never will."

Ben recoiled. "What do you mean, never have?" "Want me to show you?" asked Will, walking to his hideout. Ben looked unsure of himself, and then made to follow him, while reaching into a coat pocket, and pulling out an explosive device. Ben put it on Will's back and ran for it. In three seconds, it exploded, sending tiny bits of Will everywhere. "Some people can't be killed my ass," muttered Ben. "It was a fluke with a head thing. It was a trick of the light or something." "Oh but it wasn't a fluke," said Will's voice from no where. "Ben whirled around, but still didn't see anything. "What the hell are you?" he asked slightly panicked. "I'm what you are," said Will. "Only I know about what I am. Now, are you absolutely sure you killed me?

Horrified, Ben looked at the spot where the explosive had detonated. As if he had been blocked from Ben's sight, Will appeared "Sadly, you don't have this kind of power," said Will. "But yours isn't exactly small either. If you want to know what you can really do, and why you do what you do, then I have those answers." "You mean kill people?" asked Ben, still freaked out, "it's because I like the rush." "And when did you start wanting this rush?" asked Will. Ben remained silent for a minute, and eventually said, around my 18th birthday. "Ah," said Will, "and how did you obtain those talents?" "Natural ability," said Ben shiftily. "Natural ability," stated Will, "yes, the natural ability you think it is, no." He started walking, and then pushed a hidden button. All at once, the wall opened to reveal a narrow passageway. "If you want to know who you really are, and why you became this way, then you'll follow me. If not, then go back to sleeping with your girl of the week." He pulled out a handheld and send a message. Ben's pda vibrated almost immediately after. "Consider the call off," said Will.

Ben looked down, and saw the same thing from the same number who had assigned the call, then he looked at Will. "You assigned me to try and kill yourself?" he asked. "Why?" "Well, isn't that the question of the century," replied Will. "As I've been trying to tell you for the past three minutes, your answers lie in what I have to offer." He descended into the passageway, and Ben followed. Soon after, the door slid shut, and they were in pitch blackness. "Um, any clue where we're going to go?" Ben asked. Will laughed and said, "I forgot that I'm not alone." Suddenly a lighter appeared out of nowhere and flew into Will's hand. He then launched across the room igniting a torch, and then setting off a chain of other torches igniting. They walked down the now lit passageway until they emerged in a room with a silver dais in the middle of the room. Will lifted an orb on the dais and pressed another button.

The stone walls began to turn, faster and faster until they stopped, revealing a lit passageway. They walked into it and saw a high tech computer. The room was similar to the last room, with stone floorings, but it seemed altogether to be a slightly lighter atmosphere. Will walked to a computer and began typing, and then pictures of faces began pulling up. There were hundreds after they had all pulled up, including plenty that he knew, others that he didn't, and faces that looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place them. "I've been keeping tabs on everyone these past few years," Will explained. "Once I woke up I knew that others would eventually awake as well." Ben looked down at Will with a questioning glance. Will caught it and said, "Perhaps it is better if I tell you the whole story, from the beginning, as best as I can. I can assure you that everything is accurate and 100 true, without the exaggerations, and it was more difficult than you'd think getting some of this information." Ben snorted but managed to turn it into a cough. "What'd you have to do, wake the dead?" Will whirled around and said, "Actually, yes. I did have to wake a few corpses." Ben didn't doubt what Will had just said.

Will pressed a few buttons and then said, let me show you the whole story from the beginning, you will see it from a select few points of view, seeing as I have had to extract the memories from the precious few people who still have them. His eyes met Ben's. "Just relax," he said. Suddenly, their world disappeared and Ben saw a man inside a cave, a man with only one eye, who looked oddly familiar…