X-Men
A New Friend
Chapter 1
Jedda
A/N: Hello all X-Men lovers! I am new to this domain on FanFiction, and I hope you enjoy this story. I will let you know that this is actually an RPG I have going with Darkness1, so updates will come as soon as a section is completed in the online version.
I will also be using Darkness1's character Archon, who you will near the middle of the story.
A line of dashes together signifies a scene or time shift, or the start and end of chapters.
Again, hope you enjoy this. Please read and review!
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Our story begins in the Eastern part of Canada. Aylesford, Nova Scotia to be precise. It is the year 2006, going into 2007. A tall teen with black hair and gray eyes is walking through the hallways of his school, a black backpack slung over the shoulder of his black Green Day hoodie. He was also wearing his favorite black jeans, studded bracelets, and skate shoes. The bell for lunch had just rung and he was heading outside to sit by his lonesome to eat.
"Hey Jedda. Been looking for ya, you Gothic creep." A voice called from behind him. A tall teen with red hair and a lot of freckles came up behind the black clad boy and fell into step beside him.
Pulling his hood up over his face, he reached the exit and pushed the door open as he said, "I'm not in the mood to deal with your crap right now Nick. Buzz off." The door was about to shut, but Nick Dill pushed it open again.
Seeing his buddies, Nick said, "Hey, look guys, it's Jedda Dirnt, the chicken! He's running away again!" They all laughed stupidly, as most of the group was all brawn, no brains.
"I am not a chicken. I just don't want to fight you. I am not a violent person, unless I need to be." Jedda kept walking and plunked his backpack down and rummaged through it to find his lunch kit.
A series of chicken noises and gestures came from back by the door. "Do you understand that, chicken?" Nick taunted.
Jedda finally said, "Okay, you wanna fight? Come and take your best shot." He stood there, arms spread, inviting Nick to hit him.
Nick chuckled loudly. "This is going to be fun." He rolled his sleeves up and cracked his knuckles before closing into striking distance. A fist came in, aimed at the teen's face.
At the last second, Jedda rolled to the right, the fist passing near centimeters from where his face had been. "That the best you got?" He said, cracking his neck.
The next move that came was a hammer strike, quickly and hard, hitting Jedda in the face, his nose dripping blood.
After wiping his nose off, Jedda growled, "You're going to wish you hadn't done that." He put his weight onto his back foot and sent a right foot snap kick at Nick's stomach, who caught the foot and spun him around.
"Let's see if chickens are flightless or not," the punk said, releasing after a full 360º rotation.
Upon release, Jedda tucked his legs under his body and rolled in the air twice before landing solidly on his feet. He immediately ran at Nick and put a return hammer strike into the teen's face, breaking his nose with a loud crack.
Holding his now bleeding nose, Nick said, "You broke my bloody nose! You're dead meat, you Gothic creep!" He lashed out and sent a kick into Jedda's stomach, a loud thump sounding in the immediate area. By now, a crowd had gathered and was watching the fight with growing interest.
Jedda wheezed loudly as all the air in his system left in one go. After a couple of forced inhales, he hissed, "That's the final straw. We're going to the next level." A green glow surrounded his hands and his eyes matched the color.
"What the heck is going on with your eyes? Freak." Nick said, still in fight mode.
Jedda hissed, "Let's see if chickens can fly." The ground started to shake under Nick's feet. A few seconds later, the ground shot up, sending Nick flying into the air and landed three feet away with a loud thunk.
Everyone now was murmuring the word "mutant." The murmur soon became a roar and a stampede of people running away, a few pulling out cell phones and calling 911.
Jedda powered down, his eyes and hands returning to normal. "Crap. Smooth Jedda; activate your earth powers in public. Now you could get arrested." He slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed back into the school.
Meanwhile, a dark cloaked figure moved around, keeping an eye on him behind his black sunglasses. Nobody even noticed him. Kids were used to seeing weird looking people around school.
Jedda heard the sirens now. "Oh boy. Better get outta here." He quickly ran to his locker, popped the lock open and stuffed all his stuff into his backpack and bolted out the doors, went out into the woods, just as the police cruiser came around the corner, missing him by mere seconds. After a few minutes, he came out, ran around the corner and saw the local bus getting ready to leave. Putting his last bit of energy into a sprint, he made it into the bus, paid for his fee to the city of Halifax and sat down.
Nobody on the bus bothered him any, as his MP3 player was on and his headphones were in his ears. The volume was slightly above half, so only the people next to him could hear the vocals of Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day and all of their music from Warning to Homecoming.
Oddly enough, the figure was following the bus, but nobody noticed that he was levitating a few inches off the ground.
About an hour and a half later, the bus screeched to a halt at the Halifax bus terminal and Jedda grabbed his stuff and walked out, looking around for a second before trying to find a nearby food joint so he could grab a bite to eat. Not having to look long, he came across a McDonalds. He walked in and ordered a Double Big Mac with large fries and a large Coke. He paid for the meal and ate quickly before heading back onto the street.
He walked down the sidewalk, eyeing a local music store quickly before walking right into the back of a tall, bald headed tattooed punk with a logo of a dragon with 5 stars under it on his shirt.
"Sorry man. Didn't see ya there." Jedda said and moved to go around him, but the guy blocked him in.
"I don't think so shrimp. You just harassed me and I hate being harassed. Want a knuckle sandwich for dinner?" The guy cracked his knuckles loudly.
Jedda was still trying to get away from the guy as he said, "Hey, I'm not looking for any trouble man. It was an accident. Live with it."
The punk shook his head. "You shoulda thought to look where you were going then, pal." He lashed out quickly with a leather boot to Jedda's stomach.
Jedda wheezed for the second time today as the air left his body once again. 'Only one punk. I might be able to take him,' he thought to himself, just as two other punks, one Mexican and one black, walked out from a nearby alley. 'Crap. Scratch that thought. This is going to be harder that I thought.' He put his body into a natural fighting stance, his left leg stretched behind him, right leg extended, hands mimicking the legs.
"Hey, guys. Wanna beat the crap outta a kid? Be my guest." The first punk, who appeared to be a leader said, leaning against a wall, smiling evilly.
The black kid was the first to make a move, pulling a set of brass knuckles out of his pocket and slipped them over his fingers and moved to punch Jedda's lights out.
Jedda moved a bit to the left and sent a snap kick into his assailant's stomach, who coughed loudly. Just as he was about to punch him, another two thugs came out of an alley. "Okay, time to go to the next level." He powered up, eyes and hands once again glowing green. He was just about to punch a man's jaw when a voice came from the shadows.
"I would not do that if I were you, son." A man in a black suit and matching overcoat came out yet another alley. Despite it being around 8:00, the man was wearing sunglasses. "Five full grown men against a kid? That's hardly fair odds. Accept his apology and go home."
Jedda asked, "Who the heck are you, pal?" He remained powered up, eyes still glowing a violent green.
"My name is not important. What is important is that you should mind that these buildings could come crashing down on us at any second if you continue to fight this way." The man walked closer to him and the local punks.
"Stay outta this Mister High and Mighty," the leader said, throwing a punch into the older man's stomach. Imagine his surprise when the dark clad man didn't even flinch.
Looking at the punk over the rims of his sunglasses, he asked, "That the best you got? I've seen grandmothers with more strength in their pinkie toe."
The second punk had come back with a chain, tipped with a sharp spike. With a war cry, he ran at the stranger, swinging the chain a few times before chucking it at the stranger's legs, attempting to bring him to the ground.
"Kids these days, they don't know how to fight," the stranger said, stepping on the chain, and spun on his foot, his left foot snapping into the teen's face, breaking his nose with a loud CRACK!
The other two punks ran off, leaving the leader standing with Jedda and the stranger. It wasn't long before he ran off screaming, "You're a freak man! A FREAK!" at the top of his lungs. Soon the street was empty, except the dark clad man and Jedda.
"Impressive display kid. Not many people would try and duke it out with those high odds." The man said, adjusting his glasses as he walked and talked. "But then again, you're not just anybody, are you?" To Jedda, he suddenly seemed a little more threatening.
"Hey, back off pal. You also didn't answer my question. Who are you?" Jedda asked, powering down, eyes returning to his original gray color.
"I already said my name is not important. What is important is who 'you' are. A mutant, a scared mutant on top of that. Scared of yourself. Isn't that right, Mr. Dirnt?"
Jedda's head jerked back in surprise. "You know my name? That is a bit creepy and I still don't know yours. Makes me feel more comfortable, if you get my drift." He stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"I already said that my name is meaningless to one such as you. Right now, I don't exist and I tend to keep it that way for as long as needed. All you need to know is that I am just like you, a man of unknown powers." He reached up and removed his sunglasses, revealing his purple eyes, staring directly at Jedda like glowing lights in the dark night. "You've yet to master your true potential. I'm here to offer you a path, the right path."
"How do I know that?" Jedda asked. "You could be some evil wacko bent on taking over the world, for all I know. I ain't going nowhere 'till I get some more information." He sat down on a nearby bench. "We got all the time in the world, man."
The stranger chuckled. "I like your spirit kid. You remind me of myself when I was younger." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card with some writing on it. "A few miles outside of New York City, you'll find a city called Bayville. Take the bus to a place called Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters, a school right up your alley. You'll find the guidance you need to learn to control your powers. Use your powers for good." He passed Jedda the card and turned to leave. "Oh, and if I catch you messing with your powers and using them to hurt innocent people, I'll be back to take care of you, if you get my drift."
"Don't suppose you can spare me some cash? I'm a little short right now," Jedda said, chuckling a little bit.
"I suppose I could do that. Here's $500. That should cover bus fair, some meals and new clothes along the way." The stranger said, passing him a manila envelope that was bulging slightly from all the cash stuffed into it.
"What's wrong with my clothes, pal?" Jedda asked huffily, eyeing his all black outfit and bracelets.
The stranger replied, "People in this town know you. You want to slip out unnoticed, take my advice." He replaced his sunglasses and continued, "If you prove to be worthy by studying and training well, you'll hear from me when you turn 18. Until then, I don't exist." He rose a few inches off the ground and levitated off.
Jedda shrugged, walking off to find the nearest bus terminal out of here and into New York. He slung his backpack back on and started whistling a Green Day tune.
After hours of bus hopping and four hundred dollars later, Jedda was standing out front a huge mansion with iron gates in the front. Taking a deep breath, he rang the buzzer on the front of the gate and said, "Anybody home?"
A few seconds later, a gruff voice answered, "Yeah, who is this?"
"I was sent here by some unknown dude with purple eyes to talk to…" Jedda paused for a second to look at the card and find the name. "Professor Charles Xavier?"
The voice responded, "Not what I asked ya, bub."
Jedda responded nervously, "Jedda Dirnt. Who are you, bub?"
The gates groaned open as the guy responded, "Names Logan kid and we've been expecting you."
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A/N: Well, hope you all enjoyed it so far. Please read and review!
Love, peace and chicken grease!
Dash