Animal I Have Become

Hello once again everyone, yes I am still going to do more X-men stories (based off of my favorite pairings of course!) and I hope that people will read them. I do not own X-men or anyone in this story. If I did own anything that was Marvel you all wouldn't be reading a fanfic now would you?

Part One: The Call

Lance Alvers suddenly grabbed his forehead as he felt it begin to throb painfully. It had been the third day already since their big fight with the Xavier's kids. He had used a major tremor against them, and because of it, Lance was now suffering from the after effect from it. The only good thing to be said about that fight was that his love, Kitty Pryde, wasn't there to be harmed from his dangerous technique. But now, here he was on a Saturday morning sitting in the living room along with Fred, Toad, Pietro and his sister Wanda. As the TV. screen blared and screeched with the sound of an audience laughter, as Fred gave a loud laugh and Toad along side with him, the sound of birds twittering, Lance began to feel as if he was in hell. The house soon began to shake and Pietro looked over to its source. "Dammit Lance," he snapped, "can't we have at least one morning when you're not pissed off?"

"Fuck off, speedy!" Lance growled and the ground shook all the more as well as the throbbing of his head. He gave an inhuman roar and Toad jumped.

"Yo Lance," he pleaded as he dodged the crumbling remnants of the ceiling, "c'mon, cut it out, man!"

"I can't," Lance panted out, "aww shit! My head hurts!"

"Then go back to sleep," Wanda advised as she looked up from the CD case that she was looking at.

"Yeah, sure," Lance said as the tremor stopped. He stood up from his spot on the couch and headed up to the stairs. Dammit! If only Mystique were here to help him out then he'd know what was going on. Where the hell was that lady?! Each step up was agony and his head continued to hurt all the more, finally reaching the hall, Lance quickly opened the door and crashed onto his run down bed. His head soon began to pound, that crash wasn't such a good idea. Turning over onto his back, Lance stared up at the ceiling wearily as his head pounded within him, this was hell. 'What the hell is going on?' he thought to himself. He could feel his body soon start to shake and soon break out into a sweat. Quickly coming to a conclusion that it might be just a fever or a cold, the Alvers boy soon closed his eyes and drifted off into a forced rest.

I can't escape this hell….So many times I've tried….But I'm still caged inside…. I can't control myself…

"Huh? Where the hell am I?" Lance asked as he looked around. He had no clue where he was, all he now knew was that he was some where that was just all dark inside. It was pitch black and the earth shaking mutant just didn't like the feeling of being here. Deciding that just standing in one spot wouldn't help, he soon began to walk wherever he was headed to. Continuing on, Lance looked all over for at least a small speck of light which would lead him to some sort of exit. "Hey!" he called out, "Anyone here?" There at least had to be someone here.

"I'm here," a voice answered.

Lance looked over and noticed something that he couldn't believe he'd missed. A large tall gate had extended from the ground all the way to wherever the ceiling or sky was. Lance walked over to it, "Someone there?" he asked.

"Yeah," the voice answered and soon a figure immerged from the other side of the gate. It was himself!

"Holy shit!" Lance exclaimed as he jumped back a bit, "Mystique?!"

"'Mystique'? Hell no," his double replied casually with a small wave of his hands, "This isn't her, I'm what you see; I'myou."

"Cut the crap," Lance growled, "and what the hell do you want?"

The double sighed and rolled his eyes, "Can't believe this, don't you know me? I'm the inner you." He then pointed his finger at Lance, "I'm the mutant in you, the so called 'X gene' that runs in you."

Lance blinked and thought a moment, "Okaay," he said, trying to play along, "what do you want?"

"Well, I'm that headache you were having today, Lance," the double explained, "you know, the one you were having this morning while your friends were watching their morning cartoons."

"That was you?!" Lance gaped, "What the hell is wrong with you?! I was fucking shaking up the whole house because of you!"

"You don't get it," the double explained with a smile, "I'm evolving. The earth quakes, the avalanches, the tremors. I'm getting stronger now Lance, and I want you to let me out!" the double then lunged at the gate trying to get out and Lance took a step back. "Let me out Lance!" the double shouted, "If you allow your power to grow, you could rock Bayville into a dump that it should be!"

"Wait, you're saying that my power is just growing?" Lance asked as he gathered more of this information, "That's why I've been having these headaches? It's all part of the growth?"

"That's right!" the double exclaimed; "Now if you let me out and use your new power, you'll become the most unbeatable member in the Brotherhood! Lance, you'll be able to knock down allthe X-men with just one stomp!" The double soon began to reach out to him through the gates, "Now hurry the fuck up and let me out!!"

Lance looked at the crazy eyed double in the gate. Sure he wanted to get stronger and take out the X-men, but what would happen after? What would happen if Kitty was there? Sure he hated Scott Summers and everyone else that despised him, but this new stronger power…this animal pounding inside him just seemed a bit too dangerous do risk it all. Taking a few more steps back, Lance then turned and began to walk back away from the gate.

"You're making a big mistake, Alvers!!" the double roared, "Go on! But the more you fight, the more you'll be getting those throbs on the head! You won't last without me! You'll be back!! You'll be back to get me out!!"

Lance awoke. His pillow was soaked and his head immediately resumed its pounding. He slapped his hands onto his head and soon began to writhe in his bed. 'Was it just a dream?' he thought as his head began to pound. Boom. Boom. BOOM. 'Guess not.' Lance turned within his bed and looked out into the window. The morning sun had already risen and he grunted. It was going to be a long day.

How'd you all like that for a starter? Well, this story is based off of a vid that I saw and it's dedicated to the creator of it. And a bit is sorta dedicated to a friend of mine, just because her Lance is the same way at times!! (laugh) R&R and wait for the next chappie!!