The Parts We Play

The beginning of this is largely based on the Ultimate X-men story and then it falls into my own AU. The cover image contains drawings credited to artist and writer The SuburbanCoyote, the online artist Andie Tong, and myself. I do not own claim to any of the X-men characters except for Mimik my OC. Enjoy and please review and tell me what you think of it so far.

Life is like one big movie, everyone casted to play a role and everything playing out to make the big picture. Some people are just the extras, the nobodies that don't have anything special going on, then there are the heroes and do-gooders. They are the ones who struggle to maintain the side of good; they stop the bad guys and make sure the world is how they believe it should be. The bad guys are the ones who believe the world has wronged them in some way and they need to correct it whether that be destroying it or asserting their power over everyone. And last but not least there are the tools, the people that get used by either side to win their wars, they can be slaves or soldiers, but all in some way are victims. I used to think that I could be a good guy, a hero fighting injustice, but now I know I am just a tool of the bad guys. I have done horrific things not because I thought it was right but because I was told to, forced to.

I've accepted this role and I was even starting to get into it, but then my "boss" came back…

My name is Kim and I'm a mutant, the next evolutionary step for humanity. Most times I even look like an ordinary human, but other times there's no mistaking me for the freak that I am.

I'm what you would call a shape shifter. I can become anyone I want to.

Along with that I also have amped up senses, rapid healing, and mimicry. If I were to find another mutant and figure out what their power was I could copy it. My control over that ability would be limited and not to the strength or degree of the actual mutant's power, but it's very useful none the less.

My natural physical appearance is probably the most depressing and annoying feature I have, causing me to use my abilities to disguise myself in public. My skin is a dark forest green color, my hair is a dark brown with green highlights, my eyes are a dark swirling grey with no pupil, my ears are pointed, and I have a prehensile tail with an arrow-shaped tip.

With that and all the scars I have, it makes me hate this form, so usually I take the form of a girl my age with pale white skin, green eyes, and brown hair.

My life is a living hell to boot. I am a slave of a secret government program under the code name Project X.

The goal of this program is to capture mutants and use them in covert government missions around the world as well as to capture other potential mutant candidates for the program. I have been trained to hone my abilities to perfection; I was taught to be extremely intelligent, as well as how to be a fighter and a killer. Basically they molded me into their perfect weapon.

I have been their prisoner since I was about four or five years old and I cannot remember a life beyond this one. They have experimented on me too many times to count or remember and any normal person would have gone insane with all the torture and pain. And who's to say I haven't, but if I cooperate and obey they don't hurt me as much.

In one of the worst experiments I've undergone, they completely removed my skeleton and replaced it with an exact adamantium duplicate, bone by bone. Adamantium is nigh indestructible, they have yet to find something that could cause even a chip in it. It hurt, a lot. But now I have these blades that replaced bone claws that would emerge right above each of the four knuckles on each hand.

I can't remember much of the months after that because while my body was getting used to the new skeleton and trying to relearn how to shift with the new bone structure, my mind tried to stay in a constant unconscious numbness to keep me from feeling the full extent of the pain. Afterwards I found out that along with the adamantium they wired my entire nervous system and brain up in an attempt to gain a stronger control over me. The experiments on that have yet to produce anything of great use to them.

My "boss" is a sadistic slave-driver is named Colonel John Wraith.

He is like Satan incarnate, he hates mutants, despises them right down to his rotten core. He enjoys inflicting pain, watching you suffer is like a high for him. Even though he seems like an average man with a muscular build and a military buzz cut, the truth is… he terrifies me. Ninety percent of the scars I have are because of him and his punishments or lessons or even just for his own amusement.

I have defied him enough times to know that his cruelty knows no bounds. He is the one in charge of training and missions. Failure and disobedience are rewarded with torture; cooperation and success are rewarded with slightly less torture. Out of all the mutants they have had here I have been his favorite, because of my healing abilities I can survive anything he dishes out, so no worries about killing me.

My other "master" is the great and terrible Dr. Abraham Cornelius. He is the brains behind the program. He has been my teacher and doctor, using every chance he gets to cut me open and see how I tic. He likes to act all nice and friendly but he's just another anti-mutant crazy.

I am now 18 and am still their little tool, but for the past few years I have been trying to be subservient as possible to my masters, doing every little thing they request whether it is genocide or polishing their boots.

It seems to be paying off though, I have been given command of my own team of black ops soldiers, all mutant haters but they listen to what they're told. I have also been upgraded from a cell in the mutant "barracks" to an actual room in the soldier's quarters, still kept under guard of course. I no longer try to escape and I don't fight back when it's time for punishment or a "check-up". Even the punishments have been scarce lately since Wraith went on a mission somewhere a few months ago with his other pet mutant, Sabertooth.

Sabertooth is another sadist that follows Wraith around like a little puppy. He is a mercenary and he volunteered to be a part of the Weapon X project as long as he got to hurt people and got a little money out of it too. He is a near feral, burly mutant with a 'mane' of golden hair, mutton chops, claws instead of actual fingernails, fangs, and a penchant for inflicting pain.

Today is training day, there's no missions scheduled so it's just me and the training course. The course is more like an active battlefield , there are lasers, men with stun guns and darts, sentinels (the governments new pet project, mutant hunting robots), and other obstacles to avoid and get through. The course used to be hard, almost impossible for me but over the years I have perfected my abilities and can breeze right through the course. For me now it's more like a little warm up to keep my muscles loose and ready for whatever shit gets thrown my way.

After my training I head back into the facility and to my room. I walk in and stop dead as I see who's sitting on my bed waiting for me…