"An Unnatural Omega"
Chapter 4: Phycology of the Unnatural and a Slight shock
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Derrick was sitting down in a chair with Jean Grey on the other side, also sitting down on a chair. "Before we begin, I would like to ask you some basic questions". She said as she pulled out some notes on a notebook with a pen in hand.
"…okay…." Derrick said. "Hit me".
Jean Grey nodded. "When did you notice you had mutant powers"? She asked.
Derrick thought about that for a moment. Then responded.
"It all started the day I was born". "…about 26 years ago till today.
That wasn't expected in the least.
The surprise on her face was evident. "You can remember that far back"?
"Yep, and I was born without eyes, skin, arms, legs or any organs of any kind with the exception of some nerves in my body". "If were keeping score it hurt like hell". "Then there's the fact that I was born a month early which didn't do wonders for my health". "And as you can imagine it was severally painful".
At this point the notes were forgotten as she visibly flinched and gasped while she looked at him with horror in her eyes. "An infant, being subjected to that torture at birth"? She thought to herself in shock.
"Apparently, that's what triggered my mutations later on, but before that my mother whoever she is couldn't handle it, or thought I was dead which either way led me to being abandoned in a trash can on the streets where luckily my mutation kicked in and I learned to survive on my own until now".
He allowed her a moment to absorb that bit of information before continuing.
"You'll be surprised what rats can offer you in terms of companionship, or food". "They're really smart creatures".
"Any more details you wish to know"?
Jean blinked out of her stupor. "When you first met Charles and Kurt, you said you tried offing yourself twice in the past few hours…with a buzz saw no less".
"Just so were clear, how many times have you tried killing yourself"? Jean asked as she warily waited for the answer".
"Well, how many ways can a man die"? Derrick replied putting an end to the question then and there.
"Okay, he's definitely suicidal". She thought as she was rethinking about reading his mind later on in the interview.
"I'm starting to regret interviewing him"? Jean thought to herself as she swallowed the lump in her throat.
"Final question". "You were able to mimic Laura's and claimed to mimic Kurt's powers earlier yesterday. "What other powers do you have besides what was shown".
Rather than replying his back and shoulders turned into the squirming dark tendrils that engulfed his body before they settled again, revealing a 7-foot 3-inch creature that had no discernable features aside from the fact that it had scales all over its body like chainmail or micro-armor that lifted and flattened in waves.
His head was lined with razor sharp teeth like a mix between venom and a shark on powerful boney jaws that melted inwards into the faceplate with boney cheekbones without any ear sockets while the nose was just an empty boney socket. The eyes were lined with massive boney brows that looked jagged with pure red eyes in-between with cross shaped, yellow irises.
He also had armor like a crab or millipede/centipede but with muscle fibers in between that were pitch black like the darkest night that were arranged like plates you would see on someone wearing advanced combat armor, or a midlevel knight. His shoulders and back had extra muscle and jagged spikes that were serrated like tendrils that moved rigidly in the silence of the room making popping noises as they did. Like someone was popping tendons on a wrist. It had a skeletal armor appearance to it with armored ribs showing on its muscled stomach and legs that were clawed in three toes on the ends of the feet that had a fourth toe at the inner side like an animal or boots with claws.
Its arms had little spikes that curved up on the knuckles and elbows that poked out of the armor like overgrown grey bones. And it finished off with claws on the fingertips.
Jean was frozen in slight fear of what she was seeing. Now she really regretted interviewing this guy.
Deciding she had seen enough Derrick changed back. Making those sick popping noises as his tendrils sunk into his body. Thank God he did because the wooden chair was starting to strain on the weight of his new form while the ground had dead grass where his feet stood leaving two marks in the room.
Jean swallowed up her courage for what she was going to ask next.
"Okay, I have one last request". Derrick starred eerily at her like he knew where this was going.
"I would like to read your mind to get a better idea about your character, with your permission of course and I assure you I won't intrude".
"Okay though I will warn you that I have some demons and corpses in my closet so to speak".
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Logan was drinking in the bar with Scarlet Witch chatting on with Polaris about recent events and the upcoming x-men hellfire gala. Things had just quieted down with the whole dule between Laura and Derrick and the rooms had been repaired but the rumors were still there. Considering the fact that Laura wasn't easy to beat. In one punch no less.
He took another drink. "What was the quiet council thinking keeping him hear"? Logan grumbled to himself. That kid was a punk. And arrogant that much was clear. He hatted his attitude.
Hell, he wasn't one to stay in kroako long but the x-force, mainly beast told him to keep an eye on Derrick because however quiet it was, he could become a security risk in the future if they ever went into direct confrontation with him.
He had more important things to do.
He took another drink of alcohol.
Deciding he had enough he stood up and lazily walked out of the bar.
Only to have Jean Grey run past him and fall on the floor before throwing her lunch out of her mouth with a, "HHHHHAAAAAAAAGGGGG"!
Wanda Polaris, and logan all stared wide eyed at what they saw. They all heard that jean was going to peer into Derricks mind during the interview but they didn't think it would faze the previous host of the phoenix force to this degree. After wiping her mouth off with her hand she stood up and wobblily walked over to the bar and slumped down into the seat before ordering a drink. Or five.
"Too far". Logan thought to himself as he turned and walked out in slight heaving anger.
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