Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or any of its' derivatives. I am not making
nor seeking profit in writing this, excepting the profit of taking pride in
my own work and imaginative capability.
Note: This is primarily an X-Men: Evolution story because of the possibilities for insertion. At some point I may bring in themes or ideas from the other X-Men universes (i.e. The movies and the comics). My character is mine and mine alone, but if you want to borrow, just ask. I don't mean to offend Anyone by using the name Azrael, it's just the only one that seemed to fit right.
Distribution: If you want it, ask. Otherwise, don't.
'aaa' = thoughts, introspective, etc.
-aaa- = telepathy (Jean and Xavier talking in someone else's head)
To Fly on Metal Wings
Prologue
I'm a mutant. Wow, profound and horrifying statement, huh? Most people don't want to hear it around themselves or their family, and if they do ... well they react violently. Me, I got lucky, my family supports me and my friends don't care. Knowing my mutation you'd think that it would be hard to miss, and when I'm using my power it is. Lucky for me I can hide in plain sight, some of us can't. This is my story, how, no, why I had to move and how I came to know and control my power, my gift. And yes, I do see it as a gift, because you see I am Azrael and I can fly on metal wings.
Chapter 1
Rochester, New York The near future
...and in further news the mutant crisis continues as people across the country are being brought in for attacking mutants. It is unknown how they will be charged as the debate on mutant rights is still up in the air, but one thing is sure, if mutants continue to antagonize citizens to ...---click
Greg threw down the remote, and began his mental rant at the TV. 'Unknown how they will be charged... mutant rights is still up in the air ... ass holes, fuckers, IDIOTS. They're just as human as me, they deserve the same rights as ME, they DESERVE the same PRIVEALGES AS ME. I Don't. Freaking. Believe. This. Does no one remember the Nazis, hell the Taliban, fucking-a, freaking Hussein wasn't caught that long ago they're doing the same thing as he was!'
Greg was relaxing now that school was out and he had nothing to worry about until senior year, and it appeared that the 'mutant crisis' had snowballed in the couple of weeks that he had locked himself in his room to study for finals. Greg had always been pro-mutant, as the term went, because he saw a friend of his getting beat on because a couple kids thought he was a mutant. It drove him up the wall, people being persecuted for being themselves, it was wrong and Greg had always been a firm believer in justice, it was the way he was raised.
Greg got up and went out to his car, he had agreed to meet his friends for lunch, in celebration for surviving another year of High School. He got in the '94 Chevrolet Camaro his dad and he had found and bought from the money they had got from selling the Buick Century he had been driving since he got his license. It started with a rumble and he backed out and pulled away. On the way to Applebee's' Greg reflected 'It's damn good to be me! Cool car, summer break, good friends' Life was good he decided. Greg pulled in to the parking lot and saw his friends waiting for him. They had lunch, caught up, laughed, and generally had a good time. As they were leaving they saw an odd looking car pull in to their High School which was down a hill in plain sight. The car was a fairly old Rolls Royce, but the surprise was what followed it, it was a vehicle that looked like a cross between a van, an SUV, and a tank.
"There's no school today." Scott said aloud.
"I know man, it's called a Saturday." Greg returned.
Eileen was already headed to her car "Well are you two going to stand there all day and make profound comments or are you going to see what's going on?"
Greg and Scott were quick to follow and they pulled in to the school lot soon after. Looking at the people gathered around the cars it was obvious that they were hesitant about being there and wanted to leave as soon as possible. There was a woman with white hair, surprisingly it looked natural, not bleached, it was too pure white, and a bald man in a wheelchair. These two were around the Rolls Royce. Outside the weird car was a tall kid about their age with brown hair and red sunglasses , a short girl, again their age, with red hair and two others a man who looked like he needed a shave with wild hair and a look that could've scared away a squad of marines and a girl that looked like a younger version of the guy with her hair tied back.
"Uhhh, can we help you?" Eileen put forward "It's jut that we knew there was no school today and we were curious as to why you were here."
"Well that's not being to forward" Greg whispered to Scott, unfortunately Eileen heard as well.
"I heeeaaarrddd that." She taunted.
"No, not at all." Remarked the bald man. "We're here to give a lecture on mutants and the problems the government is blaming on them, this is the only school that would let us use their auditorium." "Oh, do you need directions or something, cause we go here." Scott said
There was something about these people Greg thought, about the way they talked and acted that was different, like they were expecting an attack, especially the scruffy looking guy and the short black haired girl.
The people took the proffered offer of help and went inside. Eileen and Scott both went home as Scott had to work and Eileen was due at her Grandparents soon for a family event. Greg stayed, these people interested him and he managed to get a free ticket, as he was a student of the school. These people had the same opinion of mutants as he did, and they were being ridiculed on stage for it. The staff that attended were looking outraged, as he was that their school was being used to mock people who were freely expressing their opinions. As the ridiculers were leaving some waited to harass the speakers outside. Greg saw this and went to find them first; he saw them in the foyer of the school looking like they were about to leave.
"Um, excuse me, Mr. Xavier sir?" Greg only remembered the one name from the lecture and he hoped it was the guy in charge. "Just thought you might like to know but there are a few people outside that look like they wanted to continue their 'discussion' with you when you leave."
"Thank you for telling us Mr. ..."
"Lever, sir, Gregory Lever."
"Mr. Lever, rest assured that we are warned."
"You're welcome sir, and just so you know, not everyone in that auditorium was against you."
Greg turned and left, walked out to his car and drove home.
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Just a little endnote: I'm posting this as groundwork and then jumping forward in time about 5 months. If you find something that I need to fix before I continue because the story would be flawed please tell me. Questions, comments, and constructive criticism are all appreciated.
Note: This is primarily an X-Men: Evolution story because of the possibilities for insertion. At some point I may bring in themes or ideas from the other X-Men universes (i.e. The movies and the comics). My character is mine and mine alone, but if you want to borrow, just ask. I don't mean to offend Anyone by using the name Azrael, it's just the only one that seemed to fit right.
Distribution: If you want it, ask. Otherwise, don't.
'aaa' = thoughts, introspective, etc.
-aaa- = telepathy (Jean and Xavier talking in someone else's head)
To Fly on Metal Wings
Prologue
I'm a mutant. Wow, profound and horrifying statement, huh? Most people don't want to hear it around themselves or their family, and if they do ... well they react violently. Me, I got lucky, my family supports me and my friends don't care. Knowing my mutation you'd think that it would be hard to miss, and when I'm using my power it is. Lucky for me I can hide in plain sight, some of us can't. This is my story, how, no, why I had to move and how I came to know and control my power, my gift. And yes, I do see it as a gift, because you see I am Azrael and I can fly on metal wings.
Chapter 1
Rochester, New York The near future
...and in further news the mutant crisis continues as people across the country are being brought in for attacking mutants. It is unknown how they will be charged as the debate on mutant rights is still up in the air, but one thing is sure, if mutants continue to antagonize citizens to ...---click
Greg threw down the remote, and began his mental rant at the TV. 'Unknown how they will be charged... mutant rights is still up in the air ... ass holes, fuckers, IDIOTS. They're just as human as me, they deserve the same rights as ME, they DESERVE the same PRIVEALGES AS ME. I Don't. Freaking. Believe. This. Does no one remember the Nazis, hell the Taliban, fucking-a, freaking Hussein wasn't caught that long ago they're doing the same thing as he was!'
Greg was relaxing now that school was out and he had nothing to worry about until senior year, and it appeared that the 'mutant crisis' had snowballed in the couple of weeks that he had locked himself in his room to study for finals. Greg had always been pro-mutant, as the term went, because he saw a friend of his getting beat on because a couple kids thought he was a mutant. It drove him up the wall, people being persecuted for being themselves, it was wrong and Greg had always been a firm believer in justice, it was the way he was raised.
Greg got up and went out to his car, he had agreed to meet his friends for lunch, in celebration for surviving another year of High School. He got in the '94 Chevrolet Camaro his dad and he had found and bought from the money they had got from selling the Buick Century he had been driving since he got his license. It started with a rumble and he backed out and pulled away. On the way to Applebee's' Greg reflected 'It's damn good to be me! Cool car, summer break, good friends' Life was good he decided. Greg pulled in to the parking lot and saw his friends waiting for him. They had lunch, caught up, laughed, and generally had a good time. As they were leaving they saw an odd looking car pull in to their High School which was down a hill in plain sight. The car was a fairly old Rolls Royce, but the surprise was what followed it, it was a vehicle that looked like a cross between a van, an SUV, and a tank.
"There's no school today." Scott said aloud.
"I know man, it's called a Saturday." Greg returned.
Eileen was already headed to her car "Well are you two going to stand there all day and make profound comments or are you going to see what's going on?"
Greg and Scott were quick to follow and they pulled in to the school lot soon after. Looking at the people gathered around the cars it was obvious that they were hesitant about being there and wanted to leave as soon as possible. There was a woman with white hair, surprisingly it looked natural, not bleached, it was too pure white, and a bald man in a wheelchair. These two were around the Rolls Royce. Outside the weird car was a tall kid about their age with brown hair and red sunglasses , a short girl, again their age, with red hair and two others a man who looked like he needed a shave with wild hair and a look that could've scared away a squad of marines and a girl that looked like a younger version of the guy with her hair tied back.
"Uhhh, can we help you?" Eileen put forward "It's jut that we knew there was no school today and we were curious as to why you were here."
"Well that's not being to forward" Greg whispered to Scott, unfortunately Eileen heard as well.
"I heeeaaarrddd that." She taunted.
"No, not at all." Remarked the bald man. "We're here to give a lecture on mutants and the problems the government is blaming on them, this is the only school that would let us use their auditorium." "Oh, do you need directions or something, cause we go here." Scott said
There was something about these people Greg thought, about the way they talked and acted that was different, like they were expecting an attack, especially the scruffy looking guy and the short black haired girl.
The people took the proffered offer of help and went inside. Eileen and Scott both went home as Scott had to work and Eileen was due at her Grandparents soon for a family event. Greg stayed, these people interested him and he managed to get a free ticket, as he was a student of the school. These people had the same opinion of mutants as he did, and they were being ridiculed on stage for it. The staff that attended were looking outraged, as he was that their school was being used to mock people who were freely expressing their opinions. As the ridiculers were leaving some waited to harass the speakers outside. Greg saw this and went to find them first; he saw them in the foyer of the school looking like they were about to leave.
"Um, excuse me, Mr. Xavier sir?" Greg only remembered the one name from the lecture and he hoped it was the guy in charge. "Just thought you might like to know but there are a few people outside that look like they wanted to continue their 'discussion' with you when you leave."
"Thank you for telling us Mr. ..."
"Lever, sir, Gregory Lever."
"Mr. Lever, rest assured that we are warned."
"You're welcome sir, and just so you know, not everyone in that auditorium was against you."
Greg turned and left, walked out to his car and drove home.
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Just a little endnote: I'm posting this as groundwork and then jumping forward in time about 5 months. If you find something that I need to fix before I continue because the story would be flawed please tell me. Questions, comments, and constructive criticism are all appreciated.