(This story is based on the Ultimate X-Men comic book series. All
characters and the storylines were created by Marvel. This is for your
reading pleasure, not for selling to anyone. If you do, there will be some
problems. I got permission from Russell Brown himself to do this. So sit
sit back, relax, and enjoy the Ultimate X-Men story.)
Prologue
Sometimes it's dangerous to be a little different.
For James it was a normal day in New York City. He did his usual walk down to the park to meet his friends. When he meets up with them, they usually shoots hoops and sit down and talk about how annoying their math teacher is. He would wake up, take a shower, comb his Afro, and be off. So he was walking down the street, and saw a food stand. He didn't have breakfast yet, so he decided to get something to eat. He walked over to the stand and looked at what it had.
"May I help you," the man at the stand asked.
"Yeah," said James, "I'll take one u dem gogerts."
"Here you go, kid," said the man handing him the go-gert, "that'll be three fifty."
James was a little surprised that the go-gert was three fifty. All it was is a little tube with yogurt in it. He almost decided to change his mind, but he was hungry, so he just gave him the money.
"Have a nice day," the man said as James walked away.
James opened up the top of the go-gert and put it into his mouth. He squeezed the yogurt into his mouth. His mouth was suddenly filled with a disgusting sour taste. He immediately spit out the go-gert. Is this guy trying to poison me? James thought. He checked the expiration date on the tube. 3/14/01. Oh God, James thought, two years old? James turned around and went back to the stand.
"Ey, yo," said James to the man, "dis go-gert is two years old."
"Let me see," the man said.
The man took the tube from him and looked at the expiration date.
"Hmph," the man grunted, "you're right."
He gave the tube back to James and continued to sort through his money like nothing ever happened. James looked at him in disbelieve.
"And I want my money back," James demanded annoyed.
"Sorry, no refunds," the man said, not looking up from what he was doing.
"What?!" said James, astonished, "you could at least gimme another fresh one."
"Sure," the man said, looking up, "that'll be another three fifty."
"You have got to be kidding," bellowed James.
"Ey," the man said standing up, "you bought it, you opened it, and you ate some of it. You want another one, you pay for another one."
James was furious. He just stood there, not knowing how to respond.
"That's what I thought," snickered the man as he sat back down. He took out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit the lighter.
James saw that he lit the lighter and got an idea. Time to teach this dude some manners, thought James. James inhaled and let out a fake sneeze. As he faked sneezed, the lighter the man had lit engulfed into a fireball, blowing the man from his seat. The man let out a shriek in surprise and fell to the ground with his sleeve on fire. He started rolling all over the place as people walking the streets stopped and looked at him, some laughing and some concerned. As the man was rolling on the ground trying to get the fire out, James took another fresh go-gert from the stand and walked away. This is more like it, thought James as he opened up the new go-gert and squeezed the fresh fruity yogurt into his mouth. James liked being a mutant, sometimes. He had the ability to control fire, not make it, but control it. He could use his ability in such a way that people wouldn't know he did it. He strolled down the street, continuing to the park.
Then they came.
There was a rumble in the air, like thunder, except it didn't stop. The ground began to vibrate. James froze in terror. He's never been on the street when they came. He's always been safe in his house when they would come. He just looked into the sky like a cow looks at an oncoming train. The sentinels. These huge metal robots came flying from over the horizon, their arms out in front of them like superman. They were easy to spot from far away because of their purple and burgundy armor. Before he knew it, they were over the city. They came flying down and stated shooting yellow lasers out of the holes in their hands. Shot lasers at people just walking down the street minding there own business. But those people weren't just people, they were mutants, just like James. James watched as these lasers the sentinels were shooting decapitated hundreds of people. He suddenly picked up the strength to run, run for his life. He ran as fast as he could pushing through people, his lungs about to burst. Suddenly he was surrounded by a yellow light and felt pain all over his body. He had been shot.
He fell to the ground, burnt all over his body. He was in severe pain. He was motionless on the ground looking up into the sky. Just then, a sentinel slowly descended to the ground in front of him. It was so huge that he could see it even if he was looking straight up into the sky. For a moment, the sentinel just looked at him, then there was a huge, bellowing, robotic voice.
" MUTANT GENE CONFIRMED," the sentinel roared, "PROCEED WITH TERMINATION."
James started to cry. The sentinel lifted up its foot and smashed it down on James with a sickening CRUNCH. Some people on the street started to cry, but most people just went on with their business, like it was an everyday thing. Because it was.
Prologue
Sometimes it's dangerous to be a little different.
For James it was a normal day in New York City. He did his usual walk down to the park to meet his friends. When he meets up with them, they usually shoots hoops and sit down and talk about how annoying their math teacher is. He would wake up, take a shower, comb his Afro, and be off. So he was walking down the street, and saw a food stand. He didn't have breakfast yet, so he decided to get something to eat. He walked over to the stand and looked at what it had.
"May I help you," the man at the stand asked.
"Yeah," said James, "I'll take one u dem gogerts."
"Here you go, kid," said the man handing him the go-gert, "that'll be three fifty."
James was a little surprised that the go-gert was three fifty. All it was is a little tube with yogurt in it. He almost decided to change his mind, but he was hungry, so he just gave him the money.
"Have a nice day," the man said as James walked away.
James opened up the top of the go-gert and put it into his mouth. He squeezed the yogurt into his mouth. His mouth was suddenly filled with a disgusting sour taste. He immediately spit out the go-gert. Is this guy trying to poison me? James thought. He checked the expiration date on the tube. 3/14/01. Oh God, James thought, two years old? James turned around and went back to the stand.
"Ey, yo," said James to the man, "dis go-gert is two years old."
"Let me see," the man said.
The man took the tube from him and looked at the expiration date.
"Hmph," the man grunted, "you're right."
He gave the tube back to James and continued to sort through his money like nothing ever happened. James looked at him in disbelieve.
"And I want my money back," James demanded annoyed.
"Sorry, no refunds," the man said, not looking up from what he was doing.
"What?!" said James, astonished, "you could at least gimme another fresh one."
"Sure," the man said, looking up, "that'll be another three fifty."
"You have got to be kidding," bellowed James.
"Ey," the man said standing up, "you bought it, you opened it, and you ate some of it. You want another one, you pay for another one."
James was furious. He just stood there, not knowing how to respond.
"That's what I thought," snickered the man as he sat back down. He took out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit the lighter.
James saw that he lit the lighter and got an idea. Time to teach this dude some manners, thought James. James inhaled and let out a fake sneeze. As he faked sneezed, the lighter the man had lit engulfed into a fireball, blowing the man from his seat. The man let out a shriek in surprise and fell to the ground with his sleeve on fire. He started rolling all over the place as people walking the streets stopped and looked at him, some laughing and some concerned. As the man was rolling on the ground trying to get the fire out, James took another fresh go-gert from the stand and walked away. This is more like it, thought James as he opened up the new go-gert and squeezed the fresh fruity yogurt into his mouth. James liked being a mutant, sometimes. He had the ability to control fire, not make it, but control it. He could use his ability in such a way that people wouldn't know he did it. He strolled down the street, continuing to the park.
Then they came.
There was a rumble in the air, like thunder, except it didn't stop. The ground began to vibrate. James froze in terror. He's never been on the street when they came. He's always been safe in his house when they would come. He just looked into the sky like a cow looks at an oncoming train. The sentinels. These huge metal robots came flying from over the horizon, their arms out in front of them like superman. They were easy to spot from far away because of their purple and burgundy armor. Before he knew it, they were over the city. They came flying down and stated shooting yellow lasers out of the holes in their hands. Shot lasers at people just walking down the street minding there own business. But those people weren't just people, they were mutants, just like James. James watched as these lasers the sentinels were shooting decapitated hundreds of people. He suddenly picked up the strength to run, run for his life. He ran as fast as he could pushing through people, his lungs about to burst. Suddenly he was surrounded by a yellow light and felt pain all over his body. He had been shot.
He fell to the ground, burnt all over his body. He was in severe pain. He was motionless on the ground looking up into the sky. Just then, a sentinel slowly descended to the ground in front of him. It was so huge that he could see it even if he was looking straight up into the sky. For a moment, the sentinel just looked at him, then there was a huge, bellowing, robotic voice.
" MUTANT GENE CONFIRMED," the sentinel roared, "PROCEED WITH TERMINATION."
James started to cry. The sentinel lifted up its foot and smashed it down on James with a sickening CRUNCH. Some people on the street started to cry, but most people just went on with their business, like it was an everyday thing. Because it was.