CHAPTER 3:
A NEW HERO IN A NEW WORLD
As the young fighter stood in the air, his vision was filled with the sight of battle. A small band of people were fighting a single person in the air. The man being attacked was in a purplish armor, and seemed to fend of the others with some sort of energy attack he had never seen before. The band of people, who were obviously no match for the man in purple, had bizzaar abilities he had never seen before, ranging from metal skin to metal claws. One of the females had the ability to fly, but no energy attacks. Another man was shooting energy from his eyes, but seemed like he couldn't fly. Most of there friends had already fallen. All in all, they were outmatched, and needed his help.
Powering up, he began to charge an attack of great renown on his planet. Luckily for himself, everyone was too preoccupied with their battle to notice him. Placing two fingers on his forehead, he charged sufficent energy to destroy the man in armor. As a small smile came over his face, he released his attack, shouting it's name. "SPECIAL BEAM CANNON!" His words echoed and boomed, as if coming from the sky. The energy flowed through him and out his fingers toward the armored man.
The battle being fought several hundred feet away suddenly paused. Everyone stopped in there place, and turned to face the disturbance. They could only stand in shock as they watched the events in what appeared to be slow motion. The beam flowed toward the armored man as he threw up a protective sheild. The beam broke through the sheid as if it wasn't even there, and the armored man's body was slowly drilled completely through. Every eye was on the armored man as he coughed out a mouthful of blood, then slumped down to the ground, completely dead. Slowly, the eyes moved from the now dead man to the young fighter. With everyone watching him, he nodded once and flew away, breaking the sound barrier instantly, leaving a trail of energy to follow behind.
***
The small group of fighters, commonly called the X-men, gathered around the now cold body of there greatest threat, Magneto. As the fallen members were revived, Charles Xaiver and Scott Summers, codenamed Professor X and Cyclops, broke the silence of the tradgic moment.
"Professor, any idea who or what that was?"
The professor could only close his eyes and think. The same question had been running through his mind. Being a powerful psychic, there isn't many things that can be kept secret from him. He was finding, to his displeasure, that this was one of those things.
"This one is somehow different, Scott. I can't go into his mind. I've tried, but it's.... foreign."
Scott can only ponder what this could mean. He was about to ask the professor something else, but was interupted by another voice, and cigar smoke.
"So, Chuck, what do ya' wanna do with the stiff?"
"Logan, I shouldn't need to remind you that Eric was a great friend of mine."
Logan, or better know as Wolverine, was hardly the sensitive type. He only shook his head and walked away, grumbling that they almost killed him, which was far from the truth.
"Scott, gather the X-men and Magneto. We're headed back to base. We'll need to warn the Avengers about a new possible threat to the entire planet." The professor fell into silence, again wondering what kind of creature could kill suck a powerful foe as Magneto without the slightest effort.
A NEW HERO IN A NEW WORLD
As the young fighter stood in the air, his vision was filled with the sight of battle. A small band of people were fighting a single person in the air. The man being attacked was in a purplish armor, and seemed to fend of the others with some sort of energy attack he had never seen before. The band of people, who were obviously no match for the man in purple, had bizzaar abilities he had never seen before, ranging from metal skin to metal claws. One of the females had the ability to fly, but no energy attacks. Another man was shooting energy from his eyes, but seemed like he couldn't fly. Most of there friends had already fallen. All in all, they were outmatched, and needed his help.
Powering up, he began to charge an attack of great renown on his planet. Luckily for himself, everyone was too preoccupied with their battle to notice him. Placing two fingers on his forehead, he charged sufficent energy to destroy the man in armor. As a small smile came over his face, he released his attack, shouting it's name. "SPECIAL BEAM CANNON!" His words echoed and boomed, as if coming from the sky. The energy flowed through him and out his fingers toward the armored man.
The battle being fought several hundred feet away suddenly paused. Everyone stopped in there place, and turned to face the disturbance. They could only stand in shock as they watched the events in what appeared to be slow motion. The beam flowed toward the armored man as he threw up a protective sheild. The beam broke through the sheid as if it wasn't even there, and the armored man's body was slowly drilled completely through. Every eye was on the armored man as he coughed out a mouthful of blood, then slumped down to the ground, completely dead. Slowly, the eyes moved from the now dead man to the young fighter. With everyone watching him, he nodded once and flew away, breaking the sound barrier instantly, leaving a trail of energy to follow behind.
***
The small group of fighters, commonly called the X-men, gathered around the now cold body of there greatest threat, Magneto. As the fallen members were revived, Charles Xaiver and Scott Summers, codenamed Professor X and Cyclops, broke the silence of the tradgic moment.
"Professor, any idea who or what that was?"
The professor could only close his eyes and think. The same question had been running through his mind. Being a powerful psychic, there isn't many things that can be kept secret from him. He was finding, to his displeasure, that this was one of those things.
"This one is somehow different, Scott. I can't go into his mind. I've tried, but it's.... foreign."
Scott can only ponder what this could mean. He was about to ask the professor something else, but was interupted by another voice, and cigar smoke.
"So, Chuck, what do ya' wanna do with the stiff?"
"Logan, I shouldn't need to remind you that Eric was a great friend of mine."
Logan, or better know as Wolverine, was hardly the sensitive type. He only shook his head and walked away, grumbling that they almost killed him, which was far from the truth.
"Scott, gather the X-men and Magneto. We're headed back to base. We'll need to warn the Avengers about a new possible threat to the entire planet." The professor fell into silence, again wondering what kind of creature could kill suck a powerful foe as Magneto without the slightest effort.