The Next Evolution
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution in any way, shape or form. I do own Devon, so please ask before using him (yeah, like anyone wants to use my original character)
A/N:I'm actually going back and fixing some of this, making it more... sensible. I will also edit out some stuff I don't like, and add a few new scenes. Just letting you know. This chapter actually has very little change, but subsequent chapters me be very different.
He stared at himself in the mirror, looked at his pathetic appearance, and frowned. He was tall, thin, and not very strong, had few talents, and was socially inept. His only good quality, in his opinion, was his red hair, which was so unruly he had to spike it twice every day. By every one at school's definition, he was a freak, a loser, and a nerd. But now he was beginning to get scared. The other day, he had been fuming impotently at the stronger people who tormented him, when his hair had burst into flames briefly, and then suddenly gone out. He hoped with everything that was in him that he was not a mutant. Bad enough being a human freak, but a real one? He shuddered, then turned away, not noticing his entire body turning black, or the sudden darkening of the room as he left it.
Professor Xavier's eye's popped open. Cerebro was going crazy! He desperately hoped it was a malfunction. It had to be. An omega class mutant was an extremely rare occurrence. There shouldn't have been more than one this decade... fortunately the reaqdings showed a number of them already having been reqruited by himself or Erik. At least they wouldn't be rampaging all over the place. But that one... The Professor frowned. That sort of power would be dangerous no matter the circumstances.
Plus, some of the mutants already in one team or another would be getting more powerful...
He wheeled out of the computer room and called Logan. He needed to talk with the students immediately.
"Get your ass back here, Stripes! I'm not finished with you yet!"
"Not on your life, Logan, ah ain't about tah be dismembered, or massacred or nothin' like that."
"Chuck's called a meeting of the X-men, and you're coming, like it or not!"
"Well yah should have said that in the first place, instead a' chargin' at me an' yellin' mah name."
--SNIKT-- (you know, the sound of Wolverine's claws)
"All right already, ah'm walkin' tah the professor's study right now."
He woke up to the sound of the school fire alarm going off in his ear. Ah hell, please not… he opened his eyes.
" The fire was caused by an unknown mutant, who apparently burst into flames and went on a rampage. This proves conclusively that mutants are out to get humans, and need to be destroyed." Graydon Creed, leader of the Friends of Humanity, the famous anti-mutant crusaders, was at his school. The radical "humanitarian" walked toward him. He knew he had been discovered, and he sat here, shaking in fear, until Creed walked straight through him. Creed began speaking again. "Even now there is one person still missing, Devon March, a sad casualty of mutant cruelty."
Devon laughed at that, considering that he was probably the mutant who had started it all. Creed looked up.
"Who was that?"
Devon decided to have some fun. He was invisible, right? And intangible, obviously, since Creed had walked right through him. So he walked up to Creed, took a deep breath, and began in his best stentorian shout, "Fool! Remove thyself from my domain, or I shall crush you like a little insect!"
As he shouted, he stopped trembling, and began laughing, still in the same powerful tone. He didn't notice it, but he began to rematerialize, and was instantly visible.
"Holy shit! It's the missing teenager!"
Devon looked at himself and realized that he was no longer safe. He looked over at Creed. He was reaching for something… what is it… oh crap, a gun. He thought quick. He could burst into flames. So could that one dude in New York City--what was his name?-- oh, Johnny Storm, superhero. If it worked for him…
"Flame on!" Nothing.
"It's clobberin' time!" Still nothing.
"Wonder-twin powers, activate!" Nice try.
"Go pokeball!" Yeah, right.
"Cowabunga!" Man, that's old.
"Kamehameha!" Ah screw this.
Devon shut his mouth and began running. As he ran, Creed screamed, "And don't come back, freak! My kid comes to this school!"
When Devon arrived home his parents were waiting for him.
"You have a visitor, Devon." His mother looked… something. He'd never seen that expression on her face before, so he had no idea what it meant. Then he looked at his visitor. A bald man in a wheelchair smiled kindly at him.
"Devon, do not be alarmed, I know exactly what you're going through."
(A/N: The first person who can name all of the references from Devon's panic scene gets…well…actually, nothing. But please, please try anyway. It should be easy. Review! I want all the reviews I can get, including flames. And, speaking of flamers, all of you pyromaniacs will get only one response: Bite me.)