In this cynical and modern world where everything is at the mercy of the publicists and spin doctors. Where you can be condemned by gossip rags and politicians, the children of the atom have appeared. And as with any minority they have been met with fear and prejudice. They have become fodder for politicians and the news alike. This is the type of world where naivety can't be afforded. A lone dreamer and idealist seeks to rise beyond the prejudice and forge a place for his people. By any means necessary.
Ultimate X-Men Genesis "New Breed Part 1"
The world spun a like a blue orb cast in a dark velvet sky. And the stars looked like little pins that threaded the heavens together under the single dominance of one watchful eye. On the north-eastern shore of America, in the City of New York. A lonesome Henry McCoy walked the busy streets with a back pack slung over his right shoulder. A pair of glasses rested on the bridge of his nose and he had his long dark hair tied back. He looked around as his stomach began to growl for a place to get something to ate. Sal's Sub Joint stood across the street and on the other side of him was a Mr. Olympia's fast food. But alias he had no money with which to pay them.
"Sigh."
Feeling recluse. Hank slung his back pack over his other shoulder until he heard some one call out.
"Hey you."
Hank looked both ways before turning back to the Mr. Olympia's and the woman at the door.
"Who me?"
"Yes you."
"What do you want?"
"You look lost. Come here."
Hank scratched his hairy cheek and walked over.
"Is there something I can do for you?"
"I haven't seen such a loneliness in a man's eyes before. Are you from around here?"
"No. I'm...not from anywhere."
"My name is Ina. Why don't you come inside and I will fix you something to eat."
"Won't you get in trouble?"
"It is nothing for you to worry about. Please come inside."
Hank followed Ina inside and took a booth as she made up an order. After twenty minutes she came back and put a plate of food in front of him.
"Help yourself."
"Thank you."
Ina sat down beside Hank and she had a look of admiration on her face. Hank was totally oblivious to her affections as he feed his poor stomach, but when he was finished he finally recognized the blooming lust in her eastern eyes. Putting a hand to his face he feinted a cough.
"So..."
"Yes?"
Before Hank could say anything else the manager came in screaming.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING INA!"
"W-what do you mean? I was just helping this man out."
"I saw the way you were looking at him! Do you know what he is? He's a mutie! A damn mutie freak!"
"So?"
"So? So, you say? I'll show you."
The manager slapped Ina with Hank watching on and then threw her to the floor. He turned to Hank and pointed to the door.
"That is the door get out. I don't want you near my wife again!"
"Oh boy..."
"I said get out of here, freak!"
Hank hopped onto his feet grabbing his bag and dashed for the door.
"Wait!" Ina cried.
The manager grabbed Ina and turned her around so he could slap her again. Hank had just gotten out the door and was going by the window when he saw it. He saw the manager hit her again. And he simply walked away. It wasn't his problem he reasoned. He kept his pace with his head down and his eyes on the sidewalk. As he passed by several shops he heard the sounds of thunder, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky. When he turned around he saw a giant robot landing on the street creating a dent with its massive weight. It looked vaguely like one of those Gundams that Hank had seen on the TV that rested in his old bed room.
"Oh my stars and garters. What could you be wanting?"
--
On a long dirt road in the middle of Arkansas. A drifter named Ororo Munroe fiddled around under the hood of her Dodge Ram in an attempt to fix it. But to her dismay smoke billowed from the busted radiator and this caused her to groan and kick the bumper in frustration.
"What am I going to do NOW!"
Ororo put her back to the truck and cast her sights on the distant horizons. She was angry, but despite her current predicament she had other things to worry about. Taking in a deep breath followed by a relaxed release. She walked around and reached into the driver's side and pulled out her carrying bag leaving the key in the ignition. From there it was the open road to the next town or bust.
Several hours came and went by as she walked. The wind blew past and it was a gentle and caressing. Ororo started to wonder what made the breeze get so less humid. But when she noticed the signs of the next town she pushed it out of her mind.
"Finally, civilization..."
--
Hank's mouth was agape as he tried to ascertain what a robot was doing in NYC at this time of night with it's massive frame posing a risk to the buildings nearby.
"I'd pay a penny to hear the thoughts of your creator," Hank said mostly to himself.
The giant robot looked around scanning the surroundings with it's big red optical lens that served as it's eyes. Everything it saw was displayed on the HUD of the pilot who was controlling the robot from the safety of a transport carrier several miles away.
"Does your sensors pick up the R.B.R. of our mutant target?"
"Roger that Colonel Wraith."
"Good. Bring him in."
As soon as the pilot made a movement with his neuromimitic glove the robot followed in-sync with the action and tried to grab Hank. But a crimson energy beam obliterated the robot's hand leaving Hank covering his face with his forearm.
"What on earth was that?" said Hank.
He turned following the direction in which the beam came from and saw a youngster with auburn hair and wearing a grey visor on his face standing behind him.
"Move it!" said the strange youngster.
Not waiting for an explanation Hank ran for it on all fours while the youngster stood toe to toe with the giant robotic monstrosity.
"It's just you and me," muttered the young man.
--
Ororo stretched her legs as she got out of the booth of the cafe. It hadn't taken much to con the owner for a meal, but now it was a good time to get going. She headed outside looking for a ride to get her out of town and after scoping out several cars she found a rebuilt fifty-seven Chevrolet Bel-Air parked outside the local barber shop. She started to get her slim jim out when some one tapped her on the shoulder and spooked her.
"AHHH!"
"Hey!"
"W-who are you?"
"The name's Jean and I bet you are Ororo.
"Yeah, so what if I am? What are you doing here? And what do you want?"
"What I want and what I'm here to do is to stop you from making a big mistake."
"And what would that be?"
"Stealing this car."
"Who says I was going to steal it?"
Jean cleared her throat and with a thought levitated the slim jim from Ororo's hand to where it hovered between them.
"Well?" said Jean.
"So?"
"Let me show what'll happen if you try and steal this car," said Jean.
Using her telekinesis, Jean levitated Ororo up in the air and carried her along as she walked to a back alley. Once there she set Ororo down and use her power to pull up the lock and an alarm went off. Not even a moment later a police car pulled in with two officers getting out to check out what set off the alarm.
"Shit, Bill. We didn't catch nothing."
"Damn, I thought putting your car out here like that would be sure fire way to catch us a car thief."
"You and your stupid plans."
"Oh shut up."
Jean turned to Ororo.
"That could have been you getting caught."
"What do you want me to say? Thanks?"
"I want you to come with me. You have special gifts that you aren't aware of that could be beneficial to the world."
"Like what?"
"Would you like to find out?"
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"Okay, just clear your mind."
"Ok, whatever."
Jean touched Ororo's temple and with the power of Jean's telepathy Ororo could feel the power dwelling within her. She started to slowly draw on it with a unabashed curiosity.
Careful there Ororo. You don't want to tap into that yet until you have the proper training.
What is it?
Your mutant power. You can control the weather.
You have got to be kiddin' me.
No, I'm not. If you'll let me. I'll show you a demonstration of what you can do.
Guiding Ororo's mind the two women watched as snow began to fall in the middle of a very humid summer.
Wow, I did that?
Yes, and you can do more. If you follow me - I can take you to a school where you can learn to grasp the full depth of your powers. And you can use them to benefit others who like you are lost in this world. You can help us change the world in ways you can't imagine. And there's a possibility of kicking some ass too.
Kicking ass? Why? Your people have a lot of enemies?
You can say that.
Will your people interfere with my life?
No, your life is your own, but I wouldn't recommend continuing this path. If you get caught we won't be able to help you.
I guess I have little choice. You saved me from going to jail. So, I kind of owe you. And I pay back my debts. Consider me yours.
You made a wise choice. Now, what say we give these country hicks a lesson.
You're on!
--
Bright flashes of red light and the sounds of wrenching metal. It wasn't what Hank imagined for his first foray into the Big Apple, but then he never imagined himself being the target of a giant robot that appeared to have no regard for the lives it endangered. The sounds of his palms and feet slapping against the concrete began to slowly cease as Hank stopped a few blocks away. Something within him beckoned him to turn around, but he wasn't sure what. He saw a bright red flash that lit up the depths of the alley that he had just passed through and he wondered what the fate of the auburn youngster was.
"Man, I am going to regret this," said Hank.
With a build up of momentum, Hank headed back and only quickened his pace when he saw a brighter red flash. And that was followed by a boom and a shock wave that nearly knocked him from his feet. Yet, he recovered as he spun in the air and landed on his feet. And resumed his frantic pace again. By the time he got back to the street where the robot had first attacked he had found several obliterated robots and tons of debris. Next to a crushed car was the auburn teenager. Hank raced over to him and checked his pulse. After a moment the young auburn haired youngster stirred.
"Wh...what? Where?"
"It's okay. You don't seem to be hurt, but then medicine isn't my forte."
"Henry McCoy -- Right?
"Yeah, and who might you be?"
"My name is Cyclops. And I have an offer for you. But first let's get out of here. I don't think we can explain this to the police."
"I can get behind that," said Hank as he helped Cyclops up onto his feet.
The two scurried into the night as the sounds of sirens became more pronounce.
To Be Continued...
NEXT MONTH: The New Breed continues in part 2!
Author's Notes: Welcome to the latest iteration of my Ultimate X-Men. I know I've done this book before and failed, but after so many flops I decided to give it one last try. This book like my Ultimate Spider-Man will be influenced by the original Ultimate X-Men rather than the bizarre fusion I have been trying for so long. I hope this one is the final one and I hope you Ultimate fans like it because it's probably the last one I'll do.
-Mimick
