AN: Here is a prologue I wrote for a story I've been thinking of writing. I want to know if you like where it's going. I've based it off of my own little world of X-Men where Rogue is Mystique's real daughter, and that she has another child as well. It will not be in first person, but I thought for dramatic effect, that this would work. Please review and tell me what you guys think.
Disclaimer: I only own Andrew, and Liz. Anything else belongs to Marvel.
*PROLOGUE*
I never really gave a thought to what life would be like for someone like me. If I knew it was going to end like this I probably would have shot myself in my room that fateful day, as I had planned hours before hand. Funny how fate works out huh? Mind you if I had, my life would have been as meaningless as the life of an insect, fragile and fleeting.
My name is Andrew Darkholme and I was handed a shit hand at the hilarious game called life. I'm a mutant. That just means that I have an X-gene that gives me super human abilities. You think people would find that pretty boss, but people fear and hate my kind because we are dangerous. A menace. I whole heartedly agree with that sentiment, we are a menace. Well, ones like me anyway, who make the wrong decisions and think that what they are doing will better the world, when all they are doing is destroying what other people are working so hard for. If I had known that all this shit would blow up in my face I would have never joined up with Team X. My judgement was clouded that day, however I will not try to justify my past indiscretions with that petty excuse.
They called me Destructor, because that's what I did, destroy things, people, even myself in the end. When I was around fifteen, my mutant powers manifested, and that's when all the shit hit the fan. Two years later, three men show up at my door. Just when I was about to blow my brains out. I was seriously depressed. The man in front told me that it was such a waste of life. He told me that his name was Colonel William Stryker, he as a operative of the Canadian government, and that he could help me. I don't know why, but I went with him. That was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. The events that followed that fateful day in my small home in North Bay, Ontario, were some of the best of my short lifetime. Those I do not regret.
However, my job here is to tell you how my life went before I found myself in this cryogenic tank. Simple, life fucking sucks. Seriously though, we should start from the beginning.... Before all of this....
AN: Please review, your input mean a lot to me. Your reviews will either make or break this story.