Disclaimer: Yeah, I own X-men Evolution. That's why I'm
writing fanfics on the net, rather than making up new episodes. Right. Suing me
would be a complete waste of time. Leo and the Darks are mine, though.
Okay, here's how it works. I get seven reviews, I post a new chapter. Flames will be completely ignored. If you don't like it, don't come back.
Oh, special thanks to Chaya, for editing these things. If you haven't read her fanfics, do it. She's good!
On with the story.
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How do you start these things, anyway? I guess I'll just start from the beginning and see how that goes.
My name is Leo Lyons. Yes, I know how repetitive it is. On the other hand, I guess I can't really complain. After all, I did think it up myself.
See, in order to understand anything I'm going to tell you, you have to know two things about me. One, I've been living on the streets for as long as I can remember. My parents probably threw me out when I was born, though of course I don't remember. I like to think that maybe they honestly couldn't take care of me, but that just seems way too much like a coincidence.
The second thing that you need to know about me is that I'm a mutant.
I'm not the type of mutant that you could walk by on the street and barely notice they're there at all. I'm more the type of mutant that has an amazing ability to be shot at while anyone else in the area turns their heads.
Do I sound bitter?
Anyway, I have orange fur with darker-orange-to-red stripes. I've got claws, which are retractable. I have a tail, which hangs down to my ankles.
Few people have ever mistaken me for a normal person.
I'm also short and muscular, which helps when I have run-ins with the gangs in the area that are anti-mutant. I have normal, brown eyes, which is odd as I can see in the dark. I'm graceful, though I don't look it.
I have the ability to use my claws, be graceful, and see in the dark.
I am, all in all, a male tabby cat.
I do also have the ability to create fire, which is a big plus.
I knew a grand total of two people in my old town, one of which was blind and the other, crazy.
I was raised by a madman named "Crazy Joe". A thought that scares me to no end, actually. I was home schooled by an old woman who had been born blind. She never found out what I was.
You're probably wishing I would get on with it and tell my story, so lets move on.
I guess the whole thing started when I gained my powers.
I was working in an old abandoned garage on my motorbike, that I had been building from a rundown Harley and another bike, a Yamaha. You ended up with this odd-looking thing, which Joe called the "Harlaha", and I was to sorry for the guy to say no. Anyway, I had nearly finished the thing (which I had been working on for the better part of two years, since I was thirteen), when the Darks showed up.
The Darks were the gang of the neighborhood. I believe the way to get into their gang was to kill someone in the most gruesome way possible. And the Darks were very creative.
The leader stepped up, using the same intimidation move he always used. "Hey there, mutie," he said quietly. "Did'ya know you were trespassing on our turf. Say," he happened to notice the Harlaha, "that's a nice bike."
I shrugged. "Whatever."
That may sound suicidal, but for this gang, if you backed up and gave them what they wanted, they'd kill you. If you stood up to them, they'd beat the hell out of you and let you live. It was, in a way, a show of respect.
Dark 1 stepped up. "You mouthin' us, boy?"
I shook my head in disbelief. "Been watchin' too many gangster movies, boys." I quickly checked for any extra backup, though it was unnecessary. This gang didn't use backup. That left the odds at seven to one.
Perfect. Just great. I was dead.
Dark 2 was next. It was a routine I had seen quite a few times, and I been the target of a couple myself. He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Ya mind if we take the bike for a spin?"
I grabbed his arm. He wasn't expecting that, and looked shocked.
"Back off." I growled.
At this point, I was very high strung. I was scared of the Darks, angry that they had chosen to bother me, and a little shocked that I had grabbed his arm. Not that I was being very reasonable at that point.
So, of course, I ended up lighting the guy's arm on fire.
He was wearing a leather jacket, typically, which didn't burn as well as you might think, but nonetheless it freaked him out. He ran screaming out of the garage.
I was surprised too, to say the least. But I know how to use something to my advantage. I pointed my palm at the remaining Darks and said, "Get out."
They did. Trying to remain calm, I grabbed the Harlaha and got the hell out of there.
Sorry about the length. The rest will be longer.
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