Chapter Two
Completeness: Chapter 1-2 with more on the way.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution, but I enjoy the toon immensely. But, one thing is for sure, is that I created and own Scythe and Scorpio.
X-Men: Evolution "Cutting Edge"
Last Chapter: After spending an hour there trying to decide what to do, he got up and decided to walk home. There was no way he could go back to school. Everyone would think he's a freak. He needed to calm down, which walking always worked best to sort his thoughts.
Smelling the aroma of fresh hamburgers wafting into his room, Jake slowly rolls out of bed. As he made his way to the tiny kitchen, he did a few stretches and yawns before rounding the corner. Halfway down the hall, Jake's arm started feeling funny. Not the numb kind of funny. His lazy steps stopped, frozen, rooted to the ground with fear. He looked down at his arm.
There it was again! The same strange shining blade from earlier. Jake slowly brought his arm up, so that he could get a better look at the thing that was once his arm. Or is it? The light illuminating off of it, created a faint aurora bore Alice like light to shine on the nearby walls of the hall. Oddly, as he soon noticed, the blade wasn't making any sort of noise, or hum, this time. It was as if the blade could sense his panic.
"Jake! Dinner! Now!" came a rough voice down the hall. 'Uh-oh!' Jake thought. Looking to the blade, 'How on earth do I get ride of this?!' "Jake!" came his father's voice again. That distracted the boy's attention temporarily, giving the errie blade time to re-transfigure itself to its original flesh and blood.
Looking back down towards his problem, Jake let out a soft sigh of relief. 'Yes. It's gone, good.' He wasn't quite ready to tell his father yet, not knowing how to handle this "thing" properly and fearing his father would freak. Best to go with the "don't ask, don't tell" cliché.
Straightening his posture, Jake rounded the corner to the kitchen. He found his father already at the table leaning back in a chair, eating, and reading today's paper. Darrien Clarkson, age 34, with rugged features on his face. The man kept his crimson-gold hair slightly shorter with some style than Jake's. As you can imagine, Jake didn't get most of his looks from his father. Personality, the will to put up a good fight, and the hard- headedness was where the similarities ended with between the men.
As Jake made his way to the small table in the center of the room, he noticed the bills from earlier laying on a nearby desk. Conspicuous enough was that they hadn't been opened. Rolling his eyes, the exhausted teen plopped himself into a cushioned chair across from his father.
"Evening sleeping beauty," the man across from him spoke from behind the newspaper that he was reading. Jake took a bite out of a burger, 'Look whose talking! You sleep more during the day than I do, ass.' This is what he wanted to say out loud, but thought better of it. After a momentary pause between the two of just eating and reading, "Did you finish your homework?" Ugh. He just had to ask that everyday.
"Er.no," Jake answered. He could tell that his father didn't really care if he said yes or no because he hadn't looked up from his paper when he said that. Wonderful, at least he won't be harassed about it to death today. You know how most parents are, making sure you do your homework and the like. When his father did nag him, it bugged the hell out of him! Whenever it hit the wrong nerve, Jake would just leave the room, so that he wouldn't have to hear the man go on and on. At times, if they fought about it, Jake would find himself thinking, 'I bet no else's father is this pissy.'
After the men were both done with dinner and put everything away, Jake relaxed himself on an arm chair. Meanwhile, his father watched some action- gunmen movie on t.v. Flipping through the last few pages of an old copy of "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King," Jake put the book down and decided it was high time to bring up the bills. He was fully aware that he was being hypocritical of his previous thoughts, but it was important.
"Hey, dad?" Jake asked carefully. His father turned his head to look at him, "It seems to me that you didn't look at today's mail. You really need to pay those bills. We, I mean you, have already gotten nearly a months notice. Do you have the money this time?"
For a few seconds, there was no response from the latter. Turning his attention back to the lighted screen, "No to both of your questions," he answered in a curt voice. Speaking in as few words as possible, meant that the man wasn't in the mood to talk about it, nor his day.
Feeling on the verge of a bad temper, Jake could feel the funky numbness buzzing in his left arm again. But for the moment, it was ignored. "Da-a- ad!" He spoke through clenched teeth trying to control his anger. "Why can't you just save the money your get from your fights? I hear that's a good way to pay your debts."
The older man's body stiffened, turned around, and stood up to face his son, "I told you, I don't have the money with me right now. I had to pay back a bet I loss in a previous fight with Sirius Venin!"
"To hell with your shitty excuses! Even though I love my job in Metropolis, I'm so fucking sick and tired of using my pay check, yes, my pay check, to pay for the bills! You are such a lazy bastard! It isn't fair!" Jake snapped back. Gosh, when he said 'It isn't fair,' reminded him of a little kid whining about something to get his way. Jake winced at himself mentally for that image.
Darrien's brow furrowed and eyes narrowed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing from his own son! (And, that language.Anyway, that's not important, he shoved aside that observation.) "How dare you.!" He responded in a low, cold, dangerous tone.
"No! How dare you!" Jake screamed back. With his rage coming to a fine boil, he swung his arm back, ready to make a jab. But, just as he was raising it into a uppercut, Jake heard a loud buzz noise and a crash behind him.
He swung his attention behind him, there was a once tall lamp cut into two pieces on the floor. It had been a straight clean cut through the middle of the stick shaped poll. At the broken edges with wiring poking out, small sparks of electricity flashed and jumped about.
Looking down at his shimmering arm-blade, then slowly brought his gaze up to meet his father's. At the same time of action, a deep nagging feeling told Jake that his father was going to think it. Thinking that right now, his son was a freak.
Meeting emerald orbs to his deep ocean, Jake did not see that at all. His father's face wore a blank expression of deep shock or concern, Jake couldn't tell which. The two mean just stood there, staring each other down. Suddenly, he saw his dad's eyes flicker downwards in the direction of his arm.
Jake didn't need to look to know that his arm was in its all-natural form, once again. The heated rage and buzz that had been surging in it had died down to a faint numbness. Still looking at his father, waiting for a reaction, saw that the corner's of his mouth had lifted slightly then back.
Once he saw that, Jake knew, or at least had a feeling, that his father was going to say something. Something that he may not like to hear aloud. Not wanting to wait a second longer, Jake made a mad dash past his father to get to the sanctuary of his room. Coming to a screeching halt in the safe haven, he turned around and slammed the door shut with a glass shattering bang.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Darrien still stood frozen in shock and stared at the lamp until he zoned out. His mind faded into deep thoughts of great alarm and concern. In the background, he could hear the buzzing of the electricity echoing about in his mind. What to make of this? He was not quite sure of yet.
Author's Note:
By the way, both of Jake's forearms can become blades. Since his dominant arm is his left, Jake tends to focus his energy on that side. So, that's why only one of his arms becomes a blade thus far. He'll learn to control and develop his powers later in the story. But, for now, things will remain a confusing mystery to follow step by step.
The fighter that Jake's father mentioned while they were arguing, Sirius Venin, is another of my mutant creations. Venin is French for "venom." Sirius has nothing to do with the villain from Spider-Man, nor the jock's father from the previous chapter.
Completeness: Chapter 1-2 with more on the way.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution, but I enjoy the toon immensely. But, one thing is for sure, is that I created and own Scythe and Scorpio.
X-Men: Evolution "Cutting Edge"
Last Chapter: After spending an hour there trying to decide what to do, he got up and decided to walk home. There was no way he could go back to school. Everyone would think he's a freak. He needed to calm down, which walking always worked best to sort his thoughts.
Smelling the aroma of fresh hamburgers wafting into his room, Jake slowly rolls out of bed. As he made his way to the tiny kitchen, he did a few stretches and yawns before rounding the corner. Halfway down the hall, Jake's arm started feeling funny. Not the numb kind of funny. His lazy steps stopped, frozen, rooted to the ground with fear. He looked down at his arm.
There it was again! The same strange shining blade from earlier. Jake slowly brought his arm up, so that he could get a better look at the thing that was once his arm. Or is it? The light illuminating off of it, created a faint aurora bore Alice like light to shine on the nearby walls of the hall. Oddly, as he soon noticed, the blade wasn't making any sort of noise, or hum, this time. It was as if the blade could sense his panic.
"Jake! Dinner! Now!" came a rough voice down the hall. 'Uh-oh!' Jake thought. Looking to the blade, 'How on earth do I get ride of this?!' "Jake!" came his father's voice again. That distracted the boy's attention temporarily, giving the errie blade time to re-transfigure itself to its original flesh and blood.
Looking back down towards his problem, Jake let out a soft sigh of relief. 'Yes. It's gone, good.' He wasn't quite ready to tell his father yet, not knowing how to handle this "thing" properly and fearing his father would freak. Best to go with the "don't ask, don't tell" cliché.
Straightening his posture, Jake rounded the corner to the kitchen. He found his father already at the table leaning back in a chair, eating, and reading today's paper. Darrien Clarkson, age 34, with rugged features on his face. The man kept his crimson-gold hair slightly shorter with some style than Jake's. As you can imagine, Jake didn't get most of his looks from his father. Personality, the will to put up a good fight, and the hard- headedness was where the similarities ended with between the men.
As Jake made his way to the small table in the center of the room, he noticed the bills from earlier laying on a nearby desk. Conspicuous enough was that they hadn't been opened. Rolling his eyes, the exhausted teen plopped himself into a cushioned chair across from his father.
"Evening sleeping beauty," the man across from him spoke from behind the newspaper that he was reading. Jake took a bite out of a burger, 'Look whose talking! You sleep more during the day than I do, ass.' This is what he wanted to say out loud, but thought better of it. After a momentary pause between the two of just eating and reading, "Did you finish your homework?" Ugh. He just had to ask that everyday.
"Er.no," Jake answered. He could tell that his father didn't really care if he said yes or no because he hadn't looked up from his paper when he said that. Wonderful, at least he won't be harassed about it to death today. You know how most parents are, making sure you do your homework and the like. When his father did nag him, it bugged the hell out of him! Whenever it hit the wrong nerve, Jake would just leave the room, so that he wouldn't have to hear the man go on and on. At times, if they fought about it, Jake would find himself thinking, 'I bet no else's father is this pissy.'
After the men were both done with dinner and put everything away, Jake relaxed himself on an arm chair. Meanwhile, his father watched some action- gunmen movie on t.v. Flipping through the last few pages of an old copy of "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King," Jake put the book down and decided it was high time to bring up the bills. He was fully aware that he was being hypocritical of his previous thoughts, but it was important.
"Hey, dad?" Jake asked carefully. His father turned his head to look at him, "It seems to me that you didn't look at today's mail. You really need to pay those bills. We, I mean you, have already gotten nearly a months notice. Do you have the money this time?"
For a few seconds, there was no response from the latter. Turning his attention back to the lighted screen, "No to both of your questions," he answered in a curt voice. Speaking in as few words as possible, meant that the man wasn't in the mood to talk about it, nor his day.
Feeling on the verge of a bad temper, Jake could feel the funky numbness buzzing in his left arm again. But for the moment, it was ignored. "Da-a- ad!" He spoke through clenched teeth trying to control his anger. "Why can't you just save the money your get from your fights? I hear that's a good way to pay your debts."
The older man's body stiffened, turned around, and stood up to face his son, "I told you, I don't have the money with me right now. I had to pay back a bet I loss in a previous fight with Sirius Venin!"
"To hell with your shitty excuses! Even though I love my job in Metropolis, I'm so fucking sick and tired of using my pay check, yes, my pay check, to pay for the bills! You are such a lazy bastard! It isn't fair!" Jake snapped back. Gosh, when he said 'It isn't fair,' reminded him of a little kid whining about something to get his way. Jake winced at himself mentally for that image.
Darrien's brow furrowed and eyes narrowed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing from his own son! (And, that language.Anyway, that's not important, he shoved aside that observation.) "How dare you.!" He responded in a low, cold, dangerous tone.
"No! How dare you!" Jake screamed back. With his rage coming to a fine boil, he swung his arm back, ready to make a jab. But, just as he was raising it into a uppercut, Jake heard a loud buzz noise and a crash behind him.
He swung his attention behind him, there was a once tall lamp cut into two pieces on the floor. It had been a straight clean cut through the middle of the stick shaped poll. At the broken edges with wiring poking out, small sparks of electricity flashed and jumped about.
Looking down at his shimmering arm-blade, then slowly brought his gaze up to meet his father's. At the same time of action, a deep nagging feeling told Jake that his father was going to think it. Thinking that right now, his son was a freak.
Meeting emerald orbs to his deep ocean, Jake did not see that at all. His father's face wore a blank expression of deep shock or concern, Jake couldn't tell which. The two mean just stood there, staring each other down. Suddenly, he saw his dad's eyes flicker downwards in the direction of his arm.
Jake didn't need to look to know that his arm was in its all-natural form, once again. The heated rage and buzz that had been surging in it had died down to a faint numbness. Still looking at his father, waiting for a reaction, saw that the corner's of his mouth had lifted slightly then back.
Once he saw that, Jake knew, or at least had a feeling, that his father was going to say something. Something that he may not like to hear aloud. Not wanting to wait a second longer, Jake made a mad dash past his father to get to the sanctuary of his room. Coming to a screeching halt in the safe haven, he turned around and slammed the door shut with a glass shattering bang.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Darrien still stood frozen in shock and stared at the lamp until he zoned out. His mind faded into deep thoughts of great alarm and concern. In the background, he could hear the buzzing of the electricity echoing about in his mind. What to make of this? He was not quite sure of yet.
Author's Note:
By the way, both of Jake's forearms can become blades. Since his dominant arm is his left, Jake tends to focus his energy on that side. So, that's why only one of his arms becomes a blade thus far. He'll learn to control and develop his powers later in the story. But, for now, things will remain a confusing mystery to follow step by step.
The fighter that Jake's father mentioned while they were arguing, Sirius Venin, is another of my mutant creations. Venin is French for "venom." Sirius has nothing to do with the villain from Spider-Man, nor the jock's father from the previous chapter.