Project: Amalgam.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, I'm just borrowing the characters from the authors in secret…don't tell anyone or they'll skin me alive.
This was inspired by the Fic called The Evolution; it was a shame that the story wasn't continued it was a very good as far as Ranma/Marvel crosses go.
Still looking for a Beta reader, good with grammar and can help with the flow of the story. Official routes have been tried and have failed, I am reduced to using the unorthodox...big surprise there T_T
"Character speaking."
*Sound effects.*
*Thoughts.*
-Transmissions or Media—
"Whispering."
Chapter 4:
On board a Greyhound bus on route to New York…
The trip to the western shores of the United States was rather uneventful for the former Saotome. His oversea flight was thankfully calm... though the fact that several beautiful women had offered to make him a member of the Mile High club.
He had been ignorant when his mother suggested he should accept their offer, though he later blushed rather profusely when Ukyo clarified what a woman meant when she made such an offer.
*And women say men are horny perverts!* He had thought at the time.
He had a slight panic attack when asked about his medical history, or in this case the notes Doctor Tofu had made for him showing he had had a growth hormone imbalance in his early childhood as well as metal "plates" present in his body.
However he employed the Soul of Ice to calm himself and answered their question, they soon let him go asking him to get a medical bracelet to let people know about the metal.
As soon as he left LAX he chose to rest at a nearby Hotel to get rid of his jetlag and eat up. For once he had money to spend on a decent place thanks to his Mother giving him access to the family account.
There was enough money in there to make Nabiki drool, of course he wasn't about to announce it to the whole world and he only needed enough to buy food and transportation to get to place where the school was located.
Deciding not to press his luck with more airports, he travelled by bus or train. The thought of using his powers did not really appeal to him as he discovered early on when he attempted to use his super speed to travel.
The results were both painful and embarrassing.
Flashback…
"Okay this should be simple enough; I mean I just run, how hard can that be?" The raven haired young man spoke out loud.
He was currently near a bus stop in the outskirts of LA, thankfully it was nighttime and no one would see him as he tried to exercise some control on one of his abilities.
He took off at a run one would expect from Nerima, however soon enough he was accelerating at speeds that rivaled most race cars.
"HA! I'm doing it!" He shouted as his speed grew, however he failed to noticed a hole in the ground in front of him hence the following results were expected as he tripped and began a series of painful flips onto the hard asphalt.
"Oof!" *CRASH!* "OW!" *BOOM!* "Son of a….!" *SPLURT!* "Kami!"
Once he finally stopped he looked as if he had been run over repeatedly by herd of Buffalo.
"Okay…" Ranma rasps as he tries to get up while his wounds quickly began to heal beneath his torn and bloody clothes "…I think I should wait until I get to that mutant school."
End Flashback…
After that incident he decided to patiently wait until he could train with the experts…and perhaps his father.
We find our hero watching the scenery pass by through the window. His thoughts varied from the family he left back in Japan, how to control his abilities both natural and implanted, his real father Logan and most importantly who he was?
No one who knew the young martial artist would peg him for a philosopher, however with the revelations of his heritage came questions of who he was and what he would do once he had the answers.
*Ugh! Why am I even thinking about this? I mean come on, so Genma isn´t my real dad I should be glad…so why am I not happy about that?* He thought silently letting off a sigh.
"Pardon me young man…" a kindly elderly voice spoke next to him making look at the source. In this case it was an elderly black woman who looked to be like she was in her fifties as evidenced by her graying hair. "You look like you got a lot on your mind?" she finished with a warm disarming smile.
"Oh…I guess I am." He spoke.
"Hmm, you don´t sound like you're from around here son." She commented as she took noticed of his accent yet found him able to speak English well.
"Oh, I am from Juuban, that´s in Japan by the way."
"Well welcome to America, by the way my name is Lauren Jacobs, pleasure to meet you." The now identified woman spoke as she held out her hand.
"I am Ranma Gunshin, Ms. Jacobs." He replied as he remembered that in the States people said their first name before their family name, he also made sure not o squeeze her hand to tight.
"Actually it´s Mrs. Jacobs, though my husband Theodore has passed on I still like to think of myself as a Mrs. God rest his soul."
"Oh…uh…sorry to hear that." He said in a chided manner as he tugged his braided ponytail.
She just gave a chuckle and patted his hand.
"Never you mind that child, now then like I said before you seem to have a lot on your mind and this old girl can´t help but feel curious what a young man like yourself has you in such a mood."
"Oh…well…I wouldn´t want to bore you or impose." Ranma replied as he didn´t feel like he should trouble the kind old woman with his problems.
"Actually I should be the one apologizing since it is me who is intruding."
"Well…" the young martial arts prodigy and mutant began "It's just, I found out that the man I called father isn't and also something about my…ancestry…" Ranma spoke as he tried to use his ancestry as a supplement to the word mutant. "And now I feel like I don't what to do or whether I'm the same person I was yesterday to the person I am today."
"Hmm, those are some of the hardest questions a person can face in life." The woman replied before continuing "Well Ranma, how do you feel knowing that you're not the born son of the man who raised you?"
"Well at first I was kinda numb to it…" he spoke honestly earning a nod from her while she patiently waited for him to continue "…but then I was glad about it."
"Not father of the year I take it?" She asked calmly as she did not like the implications that came to mind.
"More like the three time consecutive winner for worst dad ever." Ranma spoke with a rueful smile on his face.
*Sigh*
"But now I learn about this other man my mother cared about who turns out to be my real dad and now I don't know how to feel about it."
"Change is a scary thing Ranma, maybe it is the fear of the unknown what is making you feel that way." She replied to the young teen.
Ranma would have normally yelled he was afraid of nothing, but after everything that has happened to him and the truthfulness of her words he found himself nodding.
"May I offer some advice my husband told me?" Lauren asked politely.
"Sure."
"Well my Theodore he used to say that God gave us a limited time on this Earth and best to enjoy it while we can. Now we may face many challenges along the way that test us as we walk along the path to our final resting place but that must never fear change and never doubt ourselves for we invite disaster if we do." Ranma listened as Lauren spoke her late husband's words.
"Now if I had to guess I'd say you came all this way to meet this man who your mother talked about correct?"
"Yeah…something like that."
"Well, then it's perfectly normal to feel the way do son. I would be scared too if I was to meet a man I did not see or heard about for so long. But no matter what happens Ranma, I can assure you that the only way you can change is if you decide to. No force on God's green earth can force you to change unless you wish it and believe it's for the best." Lauren finished.
"Yeah, you're right Mrs. Jacobs I guess I was just overwhelmed by the situation." Ranma replied with a smile.
"Well I am glad to have helped; frankly it does a soul good to help another on the long road that is life. Maybe if everyone did that instead of fighting all time the world would be a better place." The old woman spoke honestly getting a nod from the young man.
For the rest of his trip they spoke of many things, their families and their travels (though Ranma left out much of his more serious adventures and his status as a mutant). Finally they had arrived at their destination.
"Well Ranma it was a pleasure meeting you." Lauren spoke with warm and motherly smile.
"Likewise Lauren, thank you once again for your wisdom." Ranma replied with a bow.
"None are needed child, I hope you find the answers you seek and take care of yourself all right?"
"I hope I will and I can't make any promises." He replied with a smirk, getting a chuckle from the elderly.
"Oh you young people always getting involved in who knows what. Well at least try hmm?" she spoke with mirth.
"I'll try but with my luck I'll it´s change not one mile outside the city." The young man replied with his own voice showing both exasperation and humor.
They both soon parted ways on friendly terms, Ranma would soon leave the city but first he had something of utmost importance to do…
Mike's pizza buffet…
"Man that was some good pizza!" Ranma spoke cheerfully as exited the restaurant escorted by the owner himself.
"I swear I have never seen a man eat that many slices in my life! Where the hell did you put it all!" The man spoke in shock and awe.
"Sorry but that's a trade secret." The young man said to him as if there was nothing surprising with his eating habits.
"You broke the freaking record by 10 slices! You gotta tell me man or I'll go nuts."
"Sorry about that but I was rather hungry. So the food and drink is free right?"
"Yeah that was the deal." Mike replied as he did say that whoever beat the record didn't have to pay for their orders.
"Sweet, maybe I'll stop by sometime since that was one of the best pizzas I ever had." Ranma said to him as he shouldered his bags.
"Give me some warning before you do, Vinnie is exhausted from making so many pizzas and tell your friends about my place." Mike chuckled.
"Will do, oh and here's a tip." Ranma said as he handed him a 10 before leaving him.
"Huh, nice kid that. At least somebody finally left a nice tip for once." Mike spoke as he headed back inside his place.
Ranma patted his full stomach while taking in the sights of the city.
*Tokyo sure is tame compared to this place!* He thought as he walked besides the masses of people.
It surprised him how there was always something going on in the city, he also noticed how the people were a bit more aggressive than he was accustomed to. He figured it was because of the wither diversity here.
The citizens of New York were much more independent and outspoken than the Japanese who were more reserved and united. In Japan the ones who stood out from a crowd were not always well received, he should know from his many encounters with people in the other wards.
Nerima seemed to have been desensitized for the most part, taking in stride the weird and strange as an everyday occurrence.
*Hmm, there's an Internet café, Mom and the others might be online.* He thought as he remembered how Ukyo told him how to contact them through the Web. He made his way over and went to the clerk at the front desk.
"Excuse me?" He asked the person in charge, in this case a woman in her teens with blonde hair and brown eyes.
"Yes? How may I help you?" She asked politely as was expected of her.
"I would like to rent one of the machines."
"Okay, let me see…" she spoke as she looked around for a vacant spot "…number 7 is free." The woman said as she pointed towards the vacant spot.
"Thank you." He replied as he moved to it.
"If you need anything just ask?" She spoke kindly. He nodded before continuing towards the machine.
As he walked away his telepathy suddenly flared up and he picked up her thoughts.
*Hmm…now that is a nice butt, I wonder if his single?*
To his credit the young martial arts prodigy did not face fault but heavily blushed while silently cursing his lack of control before entering in the soul of ice.
He sat down and accessed Messenger, tipping in his address Wild_Stallion_Rules.
"Let's see here, looks like Ukyo is on." He spoke to himself as he saw her web name on the screen…Cutechef4ever. He clicked her name and soon the link was established.
-Ucchan, I have arrived to New York.—
"…"
-Thank goodness! We were worried since you hadn't contacted us since Arizona. — She wrote back.
-Yeah well the bus didn't stay in many cities for very long, how is everyone? — He typed.
-We're fine; Mom is here and wants to know if you have had any trouble getting there? — She asked and he was glad that she was close by.
-No trouble oddly enough, though I had to help someone out in Arizona, couple of bikers were picking on this nerdy looking guy because they thought he was the gas attendant or something.—
-They breathing?—
-Yeah but they won't be riding on a motorcycle for a while, still hope that guy was okay he was looking kind of green when we left.—
-Anyway, what are your plans? — His sister asked.
- Find a place to crash for the night, then head to Bayville and look for Xavier's…maybe see about my father.—
-Mom, wants to know how you are dealing with that.—
-Fine for now, may change when I meet him but I'll leave that to fate.—
-She says that is a very manly thing to say ^-^.—
*Ugh, I knew she wasn't going to let that go all the way.* Ranma thought with both exasperation and humor.
-She also wants you to remember that you should finish your education…or else.—
-…or else?—
-Don't know, thought it would be funny. -_^. — Ukyo quipped.
"…"
-Ha ha. I swear you were funnier when we were engaged. — Ranma replied to her.
-Well if you want…- He could swear she was giving the screen a saucy look.
-Don't even think about it Ucchan! Anyway I promised I would finish school and I will once I find a place to settle down.—
-According to what Doctor Tofu said the Xavier place has dorms, don't you want to stick close by? — His sister asked.
-I really don't know, I'll think about it after I get settled in.—
-Okay, well I have to sign off now, please be careful.—
-You know me. — The young man typed with his trademark smirk.
-Yeah, that's what worries me. Remember we love you! —
-Always. — Ranma replied before they both disconnected.
He sat in silence as he processed her last words; it hadn't been easy during his travels to be so far away from his family. The year in captivity and torture had taught the value of it.
He would see them again, no matter what it took he vowed to himself.
Meanwhile in an unknown location…
"AAAAAHHHH!" The woman known as Arclight screamed in agony as massive amounts of electricity surged through her body.
She was strapped to an armature, arms and legs stretched out.
"This could be avoided if you simply told me what I desired my dear." The voice belonging to Ozymandias spoke clearly over her yells. He stood next to a console with his finger pressed over a green triangle.
"STOOOPP!" She screamed.
The man resembling a living statue did so and approached the wounded woman, the smell of burning flesh fill the room but he ignored it, his master had done much worse to his enemies…and himself.
"Now then…what is your master planning?" He asked calmly.
The woman weakly raised her head to look at him. She remembered how she had just finished getting drunk in a bar after being healed by Sinister (reluctantly mind you) in order to forget how badly the Scientist latest experiment effectively held his own against them at the start of the fight.
Out of nowhere several men came and overpowered her before she could effectively mount a counter attack. The next thing she knew was she was strapped to the metal rig and being questioned and electrocuted.
"H-he w-wanted us to capture one of his f-freak experiments." She let out through a series of pants and bloody coughs.
"Continue please."
"Fuck you!"
*Sigh* "Pain it is." He spoke with apathy as he returned to the console and activated the machine once more.
"GYAHHH!"
Another 5 minutes of screams and he stopped once she begged him to.
"He messed with this punk kid's genes! Said he'd make him into the ultimate weapon! That's all I know I swear!" She cried out in hopes for no more torture.
"Hmm, I see he is still searching for his ultimate mutant…" Apocalypse vassal spoke before turning to leave, though not before looking at the wounded woman. "…you have been most helpful, as gratitude…" he spoke as he manipulated the console to unleash maximum voltage "…a quick death is your reward." He said with finality as he activated the automated function.
"NOOOOOOO!"
And with that he left as her screams slowly died out.
*The master will wish to be informed…* Ozymandias thought before another more personal one came *hmm, Sinister's creation may be the key to finally ending him once and for all.*
He would have to tread carefully for now.
Westchester, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters…
The faculty was currently gathered in the Professors office.
"Any news Chuck?" Logan asks in reference to his search for the mutant responsible for the destruction of the Japanese Sentinel squad.
"I am afraid not my friend, there has been no sitting of any mutant activity like the one I registered that day." Charles replied as he steeples his fingers and let his mind wander.
Over the course of the days he had dedicated as much time as possible I searching for the mutant whose power seemed to resonated with Ororo and, after a better analysis, Magneto's.
While it was not uncommon for mutants to share similar if not equal abilities. He did find it odd that two such abilities could be found in a single being.
*Something is not right with this scenario…but what?* Charles thought as he looked at the weather witch.
"Have you felt anymore disturbances Ororo?" He asked her.
"I am sorry to say that I have not…" the African weather manipulator spoke with a frown "…at least not at such a powerful as the one in Japan." She finished.
"Oh? So there have been other incidents of less degree?" Hank asked as he took in this new information.
"Small one's but that wasn't what worried me." She spoke as her eyes showed concern for what she was preparing to tell the three men.
"Out with it Ro, whatever it is might be important." Logan spoke out.
"This person seems to be moving, and if I am correct he is heading this way." Ororo said as she looked to see their reactions, she found each one to be appropriate for the three.
Logan was now on high alert as if the news meant trouble would follow. Hank had the look of scientific curiosity in need to be satisfied and Charles was pensive as he thought over the potential ramifications.
"How strong do they feel?" The Professor asked her.
"They become stronger the closer he gets, however they don't feel like this person is activating their abilities but more like a subconscious use." She replied.
"Hmm perhaps this individual is in search of aid or knowledge in regards to his changes." Hank speculated.
"Maybe their looking for a tussle." Logan rebuked as his eyes narrowed.
"Logan, not everyone we meet is out to get us." Storm chided, she understood that given his past history with secret plots and shady characters had left him jaded and cynical in regards to others.
*Kitty and Rogue seem exempt to that rule.* She thought to herself, though she noticed the Charles arched an eyebrow.
*Pardon me Charles, I must have broadcast that too loudly.* she sent to him.
"There is no need to apologize Ororo, besides I am sure Logan cares for all of us in his own unique manner." The telepath replied just as the feral mutant retorted.
"Says you ´Ro, I would feel better if we could find out who they are and what they want."
"In any case we should be prepared should an encounter occur or if aid must be administered, agreed?" Charles spoke as he looked at the three. Hank and Ororo agreed while Logan scowled but nodded just the same.
"I'll be in the Danger Room." The feral man said as he got up and left, the others knowing that he was going to work off some aggression.
"And it seems I and Forge will be making some modifications once he is done." Hank spoke up once he was sure the man was out of hearing reach…
"I HEARD THAT FURBALL!" apparently he wasn't far enough.
"I best be leaving now." Beast spoke as he left to the safety of his lab; leaving the other two quietly chuckle.
Bayville city limits…
A Greyhound bus could be seen calmly making its way to a nearby bus stop. Upon reaching it the driver opened the doors and called out for anyone to disembark.
From within the bus emerged Ranma Gunshin; he chose to continue wearing more western clothing as opposed to his traditional Chinese ensemble. In this case he wore blue jeans, black T-shirt, red windbreaker and some running shoes, he also tied his long hair into a braided ponytail that reached mid back.
*Hmm, this place definitely looks way better than New York…* He thought as he decide to breathe in the air.
*SNIFF!*
*Smells better too!*
"You need help with your bags kid?" The driver asked as he got off to unlock the baggage compartment.
"Nah, I can handle it." He replied as he easily lifted out his bags, much to the man's surprise as he had been given some trouble by them when he first got them in. Ranma unexpectedly caught the man's stray thoughts.
*Jeez, what did they feed this guy!*
Ranma gave a nod and calmly left the man while he found himself cursing his inability to control his powers.
*At least I didn't fire off some lighting or made something float.* he reassured himself as he took in the sights.
In his view it was a nice calm community; while fairly large enough to be considered a city it lacked the hustle and bustle of New York (or the random chaos of Nerima).
Not even ten minutes after leaving the Bus Stop he was in a pleasant neighborhood, with trees lined in the streets and the sound of the birds filling the air. People went to their business but there he could see children playing, their laughter filling the air in another sort of song.
After making his way further into city he decided that the first course of action to take would be to secure shelter. Money would be no problem since he had plenty from the family accounts.
With that course of action decided he looked for a newspaper stand or anything that could help in his search. He soon came upon a newspaper box, thanking whatever luck he lived by he pulled out some change and picked up an issue. He walked further along until he found a park with plenty of shade.
The young mutant martial artist soon picked his spot and set his baggage down and sat to read. Before he could reach the want ads he found another article that peaked his interest.
-Bayville's new crime fighting group of superheroes strikes again!—
-Our readers would surely remember the alarming increase in the crime rate in our city. It had reached such a level, that even with the valiant efforts of our police department to stop this growing wave of crime that the citizens of our city had started to literally fear to go out in the dark, where probably a thief was awaiting to rob them.—
-All sorts of criminal acts assaulted our fair city breaking the peace and tranquility by which Bayville is known. The denounces of car robbing, house breaking, vandalism and destruction of public property were practically drowning the phones of the social services; firemen, police and many others social services couldn't cover all the fronts of this deluge of criminal acts.—
-This had reached such a level that the major, in common decision with the members of this city's council was ready to call for the FBI's help to stop those acts.—
-Now a week after that decision, things had changed.-
-A few days ago a mysterious group started what could be considered a war against that plague of criminal acts. Their identities hidden, they have in few days reduced the crime rate in more than a half and once again our citizens feel safe to go out at night.—
-Still the police department looks at this new group, the so called Bayville Sirens, with mistrust. As it is known the so-called "vigilant" movements are, as far as the police go, dangerous as they could easily vindicate any act the group said in their own crusade against crime.—
-Be as it may the citizens are looking up to this new group, all female (hence the "sirens" motto) to protect them.—
-But strange as it sounds this group seems something more than a simple group of concerned citizens. Some of the witnesses of their actions affirm that the Sirens have special powers, like throwing blasts of fire or moving things without touching them.—
-"I saw it" tell us one of those rescued by some of the Sirens. "I was in the street going to shopping for food when a man tried to grab my purse. I was able to keep my hand on it but the other man keeps pulling. I was losing my grip when suddenly the man started levitating before being thrown in a wall six meters away! I will never forget his face. He looked so surprised it was almost funny!"—
-Another of the witnesses of the Siren's action is Duncan Mathews, the Quarterback of Bayville's High Football team.—
-"You bet I saw it! All of them are babes! There was this chick that came and touched one of those guys; I mean she barely touched him, and zas! He was down K.O.! And there was this one that could use fire. That was so cool!"—
-We could add other interviews with many other witnesses of the Bayville Sirens actions against crime but all evidence at this time is still circumstantial. What's more is the many question that linger about them?—
-Could this group of women truly be empowered as those noted crime fighters and adventures that dwell in New York? Or could they be more than that? Some speculate they are similar to the supposed "Spider-man" whose own actions are also viewed as acts of vigilantism. Others have made allusion to possible mutant origins.—
-Whatever the case may be, this reporter find himself is both curious and thankful for their actions.—
Ranma finished reading and setting the paper down, he went over the implications made. Having seen and experienced many forms or martial arts as well as magical/supernatural events he could honestly say that it was not normal humans who were involved in these heroic escapades.
During his training trip he had seen the western military and judicial forces discredit the uses of ki and relied solely on physical prowess, and the only time he could recall them bearing witness to the strange and bizarre was after they shipped off the old pervert.
He didn't know who this Spider-man was as well as others seen in New York as he left as soon as he could, therefore the only conclusion he found for these women abilities was through mutant powers.
*And very confident if they decided to pose as vigilantes against crime* He thought as he went over the abilities listed.
*Moving things without touching them, using fire and a touch that can leave you unconscious. Hmm, that last one could be a pressure point but I doubt it. Well it seems that at least something will come from this trip, I wonder if their part of these X-men.* were his thoughts on the matter before he set them aside in favor of his original objective.
"Now let's see…here go apartments and flats."
Later…
Ranma had arrived at the address he had seen found, there he met the manager of the small complex and both reached a satisfactory payment plan during his stay.
Having soon found his new home away from home he stepped inside, giving the apartment a good look. It wasn't very big and yet at the same time not very small but as far as Ranma was concerned, it was perfect.
Among many things space enough for him to practice his katas both in the ground and in the air; the roof just of the right height to allow him to jump, even if it would have to be very controlled.
*Always did love a challenge.* He thought though he would have to limit his training to just martial arts for the moment, his powers would have to be done from a secluded area.
It had a little kitchen with all he would need, an oven, a microwave, a small fridge. A bed, a desk, a closet and few other things like ample windows open to the street.
The bedroom had an occidental bed, spacious enough to be comfortable. Also there was the bathroom which had a shower, something that Ranma wasn't used to but that would be faster than the conventional Japanese furo.
"Well guess I better get settled in before checking out the school." He spoke out loud before he began to take out clothes and other such knick knacks he had taken with him.
He had learned to live in Spartan conditions, with his former father figure he had too. Though he did make sure to bring a picture of the group after the incident in Toma's island as well as his mother and doc Tofu, although he cut out the faces of those he had severed connections too i.e the Tendos, Kunos, Ryoga and Mousse.
Though he spared the old amazon matriarch and Shampoo, didn't feel right after hearing how hard they looked for him and handed over something to help with his cat problem.
*Wonder what they're doing right now? Mousse must be hounding Shampoo and the old Ghoul is beating his skull in for hugging her instead.* He thought ruefully.
Having finished unpacking he decided to get a shower first then follow through on his next objective, checking out the school and then getting some dinner.
Later that night…
Walking in the attire he used to humble Akane and Ryoga, Ranma had finished his survey of the school; he found it rather homely and in stark contrast to Furinkan. Then again his former school was far from normal, it was that way even before he arrived.
Though not for the first time he wondered how long that peace would last, he was under no illusion that chaos would follow. THAT was the norm as far as his life goes…and what's more he missed that.
*Damn Kuno must have infected me with his stupidity.*
Ranma ignored that for now as he went to get a bite to eat. However as he made his way to a nearby fast food joint his ears picked a faint sound coming from a nearby alley.
Now normally Ranma would follow his instincts and check what it was and see if someone was in danger, but now that desire was tempered by the knowledge that he had to be careful and not call attention. It was for the best he knew, and he would just do that...
Then a muffled sound reached him, a female sound he had he had heard all too well in his time as Nerima's unofficial protector.
"Damn..."
Looking around him he surveyed the area and made sure that no one was looking at him before ducking in the deeper shadows of the street, before cloaking himself in the Umi sen ken.
That done he moved towards the source of sound, moving as silent as a ghost, fully within the mindset of the arts of the silent thief. While not tapping into his super speed he still moved faster than most humans could.
*There!* His mind cried out as he found the source, Ranma's hands clenched into a fist upon arriving at the scene and saw what was there.
Four men, two of which were holding a young woman, one of them was on her left pressing a knife to her neck, while the other one the right was rudely pushing her into his body and holding her arm behind her back painfully.
Another was keeping watch while the fourth "friend" tried to force the opening of a nearby car with a sort of steel bar flattened in one extreme. From his angry thoughts Ranma was picking up he was not having much success.
"You bitch! If you hadn't lost the fucking keys!" snarled the one that was trying to force the car even as he shot the young woman a dark look that promised retribution once he had finished.
The watchman looked nervously around him, almost as if he feared something.
"Hurry up will ya! Those Siren bitches could be nearby! They could be already..."
"Shut the fuck up! Those chicks will not be a problem if they appear I tell you! Once we have the car he blast the way out of here." The carjacker snarled at the man.
"And what about tits here?" The man on her right spoke while thinking some particularly perverted thoughts as he pressed himself into her.
*OH GOD! OH GOD! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!* Ranma received despite trying to keep his mental shields up with the soul of ice.
The man shot the other man a look that plainly said you are an idiot.
"I don´t care if you fuck her or kill her just let me work. This car is more stubborn that I expected, but once I'm through it we're out of here." The thug spoke with clearly no sympathy for the young woman.
Ranma had enough of these men and decided that the time to act was now.
"That's going to be a problem." a voice said coming from nowhere.
All of the men's eyes widened in surprise, the one forcing the car jumping backwards even as he grabbed his steel bar as a weapon and the others looked around, the one her left had his face set in a panic even as he moved the knife neared to the woman's neck.
The watch man pulled out a large bowie knife from behind and held it up even as he looked around wildly to pinpoint the source of the words spoken to them.
The same bodiless voice reached them, steel barely hidden behind his words.
"Release her now or suffer the consequences." The voice spoke in a dark tone.
Ranma felt all of their fear and in the young woman her blossoming hope.
The one with the metal bar looked around him, before a dark grin crossed his face. With a rude movement he grabbed one of the arms of the woman and yanked her free from the other men, regardless of how close the knife nearly slits her neck.
The woman could all but shout before she was viciously back handed by the man´s fist sending her crashing into the ground where she slumped, unconscious.
"And now what?" shouted the man with glee before pulling a gun from his jacket, he threw the bar at the man who was holding onto the woman´s arm.
"What are you going to do!" The apparent leader of the group yelled.
"This."
And before he had time to do anything else a hand appeared as if it coming from thin air, closing upon the hand that held the gun. Faster than what the would be murderers, rapists and thieves could believe the hand proceeded to crush both the wielders hand and the gun, mangling the fingers along with the steel of the gun in a concert of breaking and popping sounds
The man could only look in fear, the shock preventing the pain to reach him…for a couple of seconds at least.
"AAAAHHHH!" The leader bellowed for all to hear.
Then through the haze of pain and agony the man could only see a pair of cold blue eye´s shinning hard on his terrified and anguished face before the youth in dark clothing spoke with growing fury.
"That... Pissed... Me…Off!" said the young man before slamming a kick in the man's solar plexus sending him flying against a wall with twin sickening sounds, broken bones from the kick and broken bones from the impact.
However his attention was towards the other thugs was grabbed in a rather unpleasant way.
*CLANG!* was the sound heard as the metal bar struck the young mutant´s skull. This slightly tipped Ranma´s head forward a bit, though in reality the combination of break point training and the metals laced to his skeleton meant that all the surprise attack did was sting a little while any damage incurred healed rapidly.
Ranma slowly turned towards the other man that was shaking like a leaf metal bar still in his hands, his face chalk white.
Both turned to look down at the bar of metal then at each other, one with neutrality and the other with fear.
Ranma head quickly moved towards the man´s face…
*CRUNCH!*
"ARGH!" he cried out as his nose was shattered, the thug instinctively closed his eyes in pain and therefore did not see what came next.
Ranma then sweep kicked the man´s legs right from under him, quickly and gracefully he stood right back up before choke slamming his opponent hard into the ground. Then he turned his gaze onto the other two and moved towards them.
All movements' were done lethal fluidity, all steel-like muscles tensed even as he closed the space between them. Both knife wielders screamed in fear and anger as they charged the martial arts prodigy.
The one with the smaller blade swung hard in a poor attempt to slash the woman´s rescuer. Ranma however had other ideas as he ducked down and counter attacked with a series of hard punches in the painful and methodical order of…
…Right knee *SNAP!*
…Groin *CRUNCH!*
…Stomach *OOF!*
And finally an uppercut to the jaw that broke with a sickening snap, all done in the span of seconds.
The final thug had already committed himself to his lunge with his weapon. Ranma casually sidestepped him while leaving his right foot outstretched.
Naturally the criminal fell forward in a clumsy sprawl and losing his grip on his large blade. Any attempt to retrieve it however was preemptively stopped as Ranma suddenly appeared with the thug's right arm clamped between his legs.
With a sharp twist he broke the appendage at the elbow causing the arm to bend at an unnatural angle.
*CRACK!*
"MY ARM!" His wounded for cried out, though Ranma felt no sympathy for him as he jumped to the other arm and repeated the same move.
*SNAP!*
"ARGH!"
With both arms now useless, nothing prevented the youth to grab the man´s head and slam it hard into the cold street with enough force to render the man unconscious for quite some time.
Without glancing twice to the conscious-less bodies he rushed towards the young woman, kneeling near her and turning her over, making her to moan slightly.
A nasty looking bruise was already forming on part of her face and Ranma wondered if the man had broken or bruised her jawbone.
With a slight hesitation born from years of being Akane´s punching bag, Ranma touched her gently with his fingers probing carefully her face, cheek and jaw.
*Nothing seems too damaged; still I can't let her here.* He thought as he finished his inspection of her. He took a moment to get a good look at her and saw that she was clearly in his age group and quite stunning. With long blonde hair that reached her shoulders and regal looks with a well endowed body. He then chided himself for ogling the unconscious woman.
From there he considered his next course of action before taking her in his arms, once again. After some moments more (in which he dipped himself in the Soul of Ice) he deemed that she was not about to awaken soon and tried to recall the directions to a clinic he saw on his way to the school.
*Seems like I have to throw caution trough the wind again... Hell! Why is it always this complicated with me? Ugh, at least things can't get any worse.*
Now anyone knows that saying, even if mentally, those words are to invite disaster. In Ranma's case, disaster is always lurking around him. The point is that disaster has many friends, such a chaos, mayhem, confusion and problems.
This time disaster came in the form of a fire blast that recoiled around Ranma making him looked at it with wide eyes.
Ranma muttered under his breath, a single question that sounded like the vilest curse, a question that many heroes in many worlds have asked themselves without ever finding the answer.
"Why me?" He spoke as he turned around and found the cause of the blast causing his eyes to widen once more.
From there his mind recalled something he saw in an American movie once.
*How did that phrase go again? Oh yes… GODDAMN YOU MURPHY!*
The Sirens had come at last.
To be continued…
Another look into the Sinister Journal…
It is done…it took many hours of surgery but the Adamantium-Vibranium bonding process is finally complete. It was difficult at first, I had underestimated how the neurotoxins I had used to paralyze the subjects body seemed to have burned out sooner than expected and that was only just the first stage.
His heart stopped beating during the procedure and he was clinically dead until I had finished, which was around 6 minutes after his death. When his healing kicked in and revived him I was not surprise to see that his first action was to scream obscenities and threats at me through the cries of pain.
If he thought the Adamantium process was painful he was quite wrong. To insert the Vibranium I had to literal skin him alive and tear off the muscle to reach the bone.
Once more his heart stopped beating from the agony since I left the use of any form of paralytic agent in lieu of previous experiences…and I felt it would be a good form of discipline for the many insults he throws at me.
Spare the rod and spoil the child as they say.
I had hoped the long moments where his brain was deprived of oxygen may cause brain damage; it would have made the indoctrination process that much easier later on.
Sadly fortune did not smile on me that day as the subject still retained his memories of who he was as well as his irrelevant hatred of me. I find myself wondering how my former employers in Weapon X managed to subdue the subject's parent.
I could risk returning for the notes, but sadly from what I have learned security is at an all time high thanks to my theft of the Adamantium… a shame but I will have to soldier on without them.
After a period of adjustment with his new skeleton structure I proceed to splice the Russian´s genes with the subject. Once more all went smoothly and now my unwilling warrior has a virtually unstoppable armor both within and without.
Arclight is slightly put off her playmate can no longer be damaged as before but that does not stop her from trying…I believe she has taken her job as his warden a bit too far.
No matter let her have her fun; all I care about is the successful completion of the project. However it has become apparent that I over looked a small detail when granting him a body of steel.
While in normal form he retains his magnificent speed, the metallic one abandons it n favor of power and endurance. This makes me wonder if the other abilities I shall infuse would suffer the same fate; I will have to plan a training schedule once I have him under my control that should allow him perfect manipulation over all his powers.
That will be for a later time, now I must move on to the next phases. His metallic body and skeleton leave him vulnerable to magnetic and electric forces, while his mind may be penetrated by powerful psychics.
To remedy this I have selected several individuals that shall make my warrior peerless among the mutant community.
For dealing with magnetism I have two very unique choices, and ironically both share a rather personal connection to one another…even if they are not aware of it.
The self proclaimed Master of Magnetism himself or… his daughter. It came as a bit of a surprise to me when I had studied the samples I had Malice obtain for me.
For all the vaunted security Magneto uses to ensure the safety of his people, it was disappointing he had not considered someone with Malice´s unique power set to get so close to him. Having her take over a personal physician he had on hand and getting the sample was easy.
The man´s use of the gems of Cyttorak are lost to him, he no longer has them to grant him the vitality he has enjoyed for so long. I do wonder how he will cope, according to Malice he has yet to show signs of advanced aging but then again he is remaining passive for the moment.
The second sample came from a young woman I had encountered in Chicago, she hid her powers well but all it takes is one slip up. Once I had her DNA I began to study both closely to determine if experience over youth would serve my subject well.
It was there I saw the similar DNA sequences between the two, one parental test later and voila…a father and daughter revealed. I made a note to acquire the girl later on after I finish with the project, she would go far in my service…after breaking her will of course.
In the end I chose the father over the daughter as his power was far more developed. I wonder how he would react if he should learn what I have done with his DNA? Given his heritage he would be quite cross with me…oh those Nazi scientist amateurs, for all their knowledge in warfare it pains me to see how stupidly they acted for not taking advantage of the veritable gold mine they had in their hands.
Their loss is my gain…
For the next candidate I must tread carefully not only is she a wielder of a great power but under the care of the world's most powerful psychic. However the power of nature will be mine to command at my leisure.
Her resistant to energy based attacks will serve my warrior well. I have seen him restrain his fury when he tries to escape so he can control his emotions when needed, this will be fundamental in control the weather witch´s power.
Finally I have two candidates for the psychic aspect, both with great potential and both equally hard to acquire. Jean Grey and Elizabeth Braddock, two women with great power in the psychic field.
Though Miss Grey exhibits stronger aptitude it is tempered by the knowledge that it could overwhelm her and thus the same could be applied to my subject. In Miss Braddock´s case, though not as powerful she shows much more versatility.
She uses her telepathy in a far more offensive capability than Miss Grey while her unique approach to her telekinesis intrigues me. What she lacks in power she more than makes up for it in creativity.
I shall leave the choice until after I finish implanting Magneto´s and Storm´s powers, as well as building a gene specific power suppressor, it would not do to have him tear my base apart with rampant powers now would it?
A/N: Well here we are once more folks, I know a lot of you will comment on my grammar here but let´s face it I can only proof read so much by myself.
Anyhow, I am publishing three chapters today. Let´s face it writers block is the number one cause of stress and creativity in the world, I just can´t seem to get my Buffy stories going right…oh well I will gave to conform to giving you folks these instead, also I am working on the final chapter of my Rider story just to give you a heads up.
Now then let´s answer some fan mail hmm?
Shinzochi: That is what I strive for, trying something old but with a twist.
Fenrir of the North: You are correct in thinking that our resident Lost Boy would eventually end up on the front lawn of Xaviers. I wasn´t sure at first but then I realized that Ryoga would appear for no reason what so ever, I'll try to work him in there eventually…and perhaps the Amazons as well, no promises though, my muse is strange and fickle at times.
"You mean your bitch ain´t giving you any?" Deadpool, the merc with a mouth spoke up…hanging high above a dark pit filled with horny and rabid squirrels and Squirrel Girls while strapped to a chair.
"You suck!" my little pawn laments as he avoids being drag in by mere inches.
"Respect my fucking authority bitch!" I so eloquently retort.
TJG: Hmm, those are some very interesting ideas; would you elaborate more on them? If you have any more ideas would you be willing to share?
Virgil: Still too early to establish a pairings since we are still missing some players, also I feel more inclined to alter Emma a little, while she is not my most hated character (I fucking HATE you Ult. Nick Fury!) I sometimes do feel sorry for her given her past with her family.
caffeineandshiny: The wait is over…or is it? No its over I just have to decide when to drop the bomb on Logan that he has a kid and he was experimented on. As stated before Ryoga does get around so I can´t say he won´t pop up to get another asswhup.
PEJP Bengtzone V2: If you can spot the small cameo I mentioned in this chapters you will see I am not limiting myself to the Evo verse, however if I do in fact present Carol it would be too cruel to herself and to Rogue have the events that played in the comics.
cabrera1234: Heh funny! I am so going to working something like that in.
Raidentensho: Well first off I never said Amalgam was his codename; it was the title Sinister gave his project. I have yet to come up with one so I am open to suggestions. Also your ideas in the use of his powers intrigue me, if you are willing to share more please feel free to do so.
drake202: Thanks for your comments and yes Sinister is a sick bastard isn´t he?
Well that´s all for now so Peace out everybody!