The Multi-verse theory, is the hypothetical set of infinite or finite possible universes that together comprise everything that exists: the entirety of space, time, matter, and energy as well as the physical laws and constants that describe them. The various universes within the multiverse are also called "parallel universes" or "alternate universes".
Now, this is to say that in the infinite possibilities there is a world or worlds amoung the massive of existence in were the impossible is not only a possibility but a underline truth of reality.
But could it be possible, or probable that someone from the real world be thrown i to the impossibly of a fictional world?
Join Thomas Oliver a human... or was a human before accidentally fall in into the world of... the Marvel Earth-11052; Aka: X-Men Evolution.
- 5 Km North of Bayville -
Waking up from what felt like falling from orbit, a teen with black hair with a slight white tint to it, his once dark brown eyes were now deep red that seemed to glow just a small bit. He stood a flat 6'0, he had an average build for his person... if he didn't de-age 10 years to being a 16 year old young man. he looked like a track and field athlete.
Walking over to a small lake to see his reflection.
"What... the fuck..." the ravenette said as he looked at his mirrored reflection in almost every possible way. "... ok, i am a 26 year old man trapped in my 16 year old self... either i am still drunk or i done something damn in the lab."
Looking himself over he realized he was still wearing his cloths for the night before, though slightly baggy.
Wonder further, the young man came across a billboard sign.
"WELCOME TO BAYVILLE"
"Bayville?... whoa... how did i get from Regina Saskatchewan to Bayville New York?..." the young man asked himself before a the towns name reminded him of something from his highschool days. "Hehe, i wonder if Xavier's institute for Gifted youngsters exists here."
Traveling further down the highway the dark haired teen hear the sound of a motorcycle speeding down the highway.
The burnt orange and black biker outfit past him.
"... if that doesn't say wolverine, i dont know what will." The young man said to himself sarcastically only to see the bike brake only 50 meters down the road before it swerved around racing back. The baggy dressed teen could only whisper to himself. "how could he hear me?"
Hearing the high pitch squealing of the breaks drew the young man's attention.
"Hey runt, you going to Xavier's?" Asked the man that stood 5'3. Although the young man couldn't see the man's face he could tell he was glaring from under the biker's helmet.
"I guess, name's Thomas." said the teen.
"... hop on." said the man.
"I can walk." The kid said only for the biker to growl a bit.
"Look runt, Xavier's is 26 miles from here."
"Look old man, i walked further than that in the dead of winter up by regina."
"You're Canadian?!"
"Yeah, born and raised." Thomas said glaring at the man.
"Name's Logan, from one Canadian to another, welcome to bayville. Brat." Logan said with a feral smirk on his face.
Rolling his eyes, Thomas continued his way along the highway.
-8 pm-
Finally coming to a pair of Iron gate and notice he had made it before the Logan character he had met on the highway.
Looking around to see for a way in he found a the buzzer for the gates.
-buzz-
"This is Xavier's Institute for gifted Youngsters. How may we help you?" Came the a woman's voice over the inter-com.
"Yeah, this is Thomas Oliver, i believe you might be able to help me." The rejuvenated man asked.
"follow the path to the Mansion. We will meet you in the front foyer." The woman said as the inter-com clicked off and the iron gates opened.
"From fantasy to reality... this blows." Thomas said to himself as he walked the 300 meter long road. "... i wonder what will happen for me now..."
-few minutes later.-
Knocking on the door, Thomas was greeted by a tall and beautiful dark skin woman with snow white hair.
"Hello, i assume you are Thomas Oliver? I am Ororo Munroe. I welcome you to the Xavier institute." The woman said with a small bow, before mentioning for the young man to follow.
Leading him to a huge private library, thomas took notice of a hooded person standing in the corner.
"Hellow, Mr. Oliver, i am Charles Xavier, a professor here at this institute." The man said an easy going smile. 'Though i must ask, why are you here?'
Not bothering to look at the man, while he was busy browsing the numerous books along the shelves.
"To be honest, i am not sure myself... i guess i throuh a trip to here would help me understand why i was even here to begin with." Thomas said as he picked out a book and started tk skim through the pages, before ending on a page. "You see i believe with 100% without any form of doubt. Have traveled through a wormhole of some kind sending myself here. Also... i believe i am subjugated to the multi-verse dilemma."
"That is.. quite the bold claim. Mr. Oliver." The bold man stated before asking. "Do you have any proof?"
"Look inside and see for your self. Professor X." Thomas aid with a daring grin.
Glimpsing into thw boy's mind, Xavier seen things that many would deem one delusional or even crazy by what he had seen.
"Well Mr. Oliver, it would seem i owe you an apology. And in fact i believe you are correct in your assessments." Charles said somewhat disturbed by what he had seen in the young man's mind. "Also i believe you may have an x-gene that awoke during your travel."
"What seriously?" Thomas asked surprised by this. "Any idea of what it might be?"
"Not at the moment, but if you wish we could have a simple test to find out what it could be." The man said with a smile. "Oh, before i forget, would like you to meet a new member like yourself, Kurt come over here and introduce yourself. Mr. Olive allow me to introduce Kurt."
"I know. Kurt Wagner." Thomas said as he stuck out his hand to shack Kurt's.
Upon seeing the blue furry hand, thomas did not flinch from the sight. Only to firmly grasp the teens hand.
"Willkommen mein Bruder aus der Heimat, in der neuen Welt von Amerika." Thomas announced in fluent German, shocking the hooded teen, as well as Ororo. Though Xavier had known he could speak some other languages after skimming his mind. "Wenn Sie Hilfe benötigen, meinen Bruder fragen Sie einfach."
"Thank you, very much. My friend." Kurt said with a slight bow, Before he removed his hood, revealing his blue elf like face and white eyes.
"Not friend, brother. We are both from the motherland in some way or form and as such we are brothers." Thomas said with a wide grin as he clasped Kurt's shoulder. "So do not fear calling me that. Also which skills do you possess?"
His answer was a loud BAMF and swirls of ash smoke and the smell of sulfur.
"I possess a few, Bruden." Kurt said with a small smirk which showed his mischievous side of things.
Smiling back thomas gave a small laugh, before fore he looked to Xavier.
"I would like to find out what my powers may be, professor."
-sometime later-
"Thomas, Kurt. i am please to introduce you to my older students. Scott Summers and Jean Grey."
"Its a pleasure." Thomas said as he shook hands with Scott and gave a slight nod to jean, but the reaction Scott gave just before he shook Kurt's hand, pissed him of slightly. Something that Xavier noticed and decided to correct immediately.
"Scott, i would you to know that not all mutants may look human, some may look completely different from anyone else." Charles said reprimanding his older student.
"Come, Bruden. It only shows once a fascist will always be a facist." Thomas said to Kurt, while glaring at scott for his slight showcasing of his Xenophobia.
"Ja, Mier Bruden." Was all kurt said as followed after his first American(unknown to him Canadian) friend.
Once the two left the library leaving behind a bewildered Scott, and two disappointed adults, and a glaring redhead. It was not something any one wanted to be in.
"Scott, i thought i tought you better than to judge someone based off of their appearance, instead of their personality. You disappoint me." Charles said the 'older' teen. "Did you know, Mr. Oliver... Thomas did not shy away from Kurt when they first met not even an hour ago, instead he show the boy respect, understanding, fairness, and even went as far as to call him brother?"
Looking away not to meet the gaze of his mentor, the professor continued.
"Kurt had lived a life of deprivation based solely on how he looks, and thomas showed it is not how you look that describe you. But how you act and present yourself that shows how you truly are." Charles began to wheel himself out of the room, but without turning to look at his wayward student. "Better get your act together, Scott. Because if not... Thomas may replace you as leader."
"But, Professor. I didn't, i mean i was a little shocked but-"
"Who are you trying to convince, scott. Myself or you?" Xavier said leaving room completely.
"Scott. You are such jerk. We are mutants we do not need racism amoung our own people." Jean said before she stormed off to search for the blue elf and his tall Native America/German friend.
Storm sat in the library reading the same book that Thomas was skimming through abit earlier.
Of Prophecies
And Philosophies.
(Not a real book just made it up)
On the same page, where thomas left off on.
Fear not a child born of ill nature, praise him for he walks a path filled with burdens greater than your own. The Lord, himself placed this burden upo him not out of smite, but out of love showing the child's soul shall become far more pure than it had started out.
He shall stand tall, with his head held high, as virtue, humility, and humbling nobility proves him greater than thou of closed minds and closed hearts."
- Nicholas Fury, 1602.
Ororo could only give a soft smile at how that little passage was practically made for kurt, but her attention was draw to the passage on the other page.
"A hero was he touching all our lives, As if he lived and died in a single moment.
Great were his deeds all his words were true.
He's friends to Demons, Monster, and Demigods.
He lived and died a man of honor.
He shall pay with his life, For his life is the price
His journey begins with call of the winds.
Stay thy wrath, rest thy command.
For Odin's call was heard above them all
Thy name shall never die!
Long shall we remember He who walked the road of danger
Master of revenge, Death's no stranger
Blood and death lived on his sword
The god of war his only lord
Into the depths of hell He shall fall.
Locked in combat with the first.
To end of days
Thunder and Lightning shall regain.
The trumpets call his victory!
Valkyries sing for his triumph,
Spirit and Cursed Mirror mourns for her fallen lover
and
Hell and bones weep for their fallen brother.
Thus is the tale of
Ewig Götze
(Eternal hero)."
- Magus Grimorum, 994.
This may have been a bad omen, if Ororo was one for prophecies and stories like those, but she found how some of the things in this passage related to Thomas in some way.
Thomas and Kurt were talking about some of the thing they found interesting when they arrived until, Thomas picked up a faint smell of rotting garbage.
Thomas looked to the source and found a dirty kid with blond hair, yellow teeth, in a strange jumpsuit squatting by an open window which indicated he had snuck in.
Thomas was for a lack of a better word annoyed... or irritated. he was sure himself as he watched his friend 'Nightcrawler' fight... hop... jump... and leap around the manor with the unhygienic teen now known as Toad aka Todd Tolensky. For him it was tiring to chase after both of them. Until both leapable teens started to fall in the front foyer.
Acting as fast as he could thomas jumped forward to cushion the teens fall only to find instead a rug and hardwood flooring, stainless steel and titanium floor beneath him as both teens fell ontop of him.
"Ugh!" The denominational traveling hero felt the crushing weight of both younger teens. "My... back..."
/Danger Room Settings: Cyclops; level 6/
"Well now, that cant be good." Thomas said to himself although the other two had heard him.
-After the fight.-
Thomas was exhausted, he had been chased, shot at, swipped at, and almost crushed! Only to find out 4 things.
1) he was strong, able to lift 900 lbs or more depending.
2) he was some what fast 65 miles or 100 Km an hour with tiring himself out.
3) he was resilient to most weapons up to a .45 caliber, after taking a direct shot to the chest by a laser bolt.
4) he possessed a small healing factor, no where as strong as Wolverine's but close enough were a broken bone would heal in a few days, rather than a few months. Which was found out after almost being snipped in half by an over size pair of scissors.
Sitting in the medical room, looked and kurt with something akin to how siblings glared at the other for messing up.
Kurt on the other hand looked sheepish, admitting it was his fault for messing up in the Danger Room.
"Kurt." Thomas said almost unamused by the other boy in the room, said boy looked up at his first friend, somewhat scared being told not to bother him ever again, whichwas nomal for him back home. "Your hair is still on fire."
"Eh?" Was all the elf looking teen said as he dove to the nearst mirror to see some of his hair still smoking, now acting like mature adult. Kurt proceed much like one would have. "PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT, I'M ON FIRE!"
Thomas could barley contain himself as he started to laugh so hard his ribs hurt. After a few minutes, an empty water cooler, and a drenched teen that now smelt like a burning wet dog. Thomas could only have a smile on his face.
"I see you two are enjoying yourselves." Charles said as he came into the room after hearing thomas and kurt laughing joyfully. "I came down to apologize for having your first friend experience here a slightly more troubled one than i would have hoped for."
"Save it, i enjoyed myself." Thomas said with a weak but charismatic smile. "Besides, what use is a training room if you dont get nicked up from time to time."
"Ja, Tommy is right. I never had so much fun in my life." Kurt said with a smile while giving Thomas a nickname at the same Time.
"That is refreshing, thank you. Also i believe it is time for both you to get some rest. You have school in the morning." With that the professor wheeled around and left.
"Kurt go on ahead, i will be sleep I sleep I here until i am healed up." Said the newly dubbed Tommy with a smile.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I still have a slight opening, so Better stay close to the medical room to be safe." Tommy said with a smile, and a moment later Kurt's signature BAMF was heard.
Laying in bed was not a pleasing think for Tommy as he had hated hospitals. So sitting up tommy walked gently over to sink to get himself a cup of water.
Looking in the mirror, the teen was greeted to the sight of his hand covered in metal... stainless steel just like the cup in his hand.
"Well, this will be certainly interesting." Tommy said as he crushed the cup in his metal covered hand. "Very interesting indeed."
To Be Continued...