Enter Mayhem
Chapter 2: Day of days Pt.2'Man could this day get any worse?' Was the only thought going through Vincent's head. 'I mean it's not like I wouldn't see Mr. Kansuke anymore, just that soon he wouldn't be my Sensei anymore, and I might not train with him anymore. I really LIKED training with him, it was one of the few things I always liked to do.'
He still remember the first day they had met, it was ten years ago, and he had been living at the orphanage for about three months.
Flashback
He was only seven and was walking down the street, when there were eight of these thugs picking on an old Japanese man, that he had seen a few times on the street. Vince moved slightly closer to see what was going on, and if he had to get involved. Though at that time in his life he really didn't like to get involved in other people's affairs, but he also didn't like people picking on others.
"Hey old man, I hear you got some fancy moves, why don't you show us, or are you too old to even lift your arms" one of the thugs said with a superior grin on his face.
"Hey don't get him mad, he might have a heart attack, ha ha ha." Another said.
"Yeah, maybe if we wait a few seconds, he'll die of old age." At that all of them started laughing at that. While the old man, only stood there like a statue. That's when one of the thugs made a grab for him and all hell broke lose.
You wouldn't think it put the old guy was fast. Make that REALY fast. As soon as the thug made a grab, the old man had blocked the hand with his right forearm, then a lightning jab to the ribs with the left, and finished him off with a vary powerful kick to the ribs.
The other goons just stood there with their mouths hanging. Unfortunately what passed for their brains then kicked in and they all started to fight the old man. Vince was getting, closer now because there was no way he was missing a second of these guys getting their butts kicked. The old guy could really move. He was unlike anything the boy had seen before, his moves were so flawless, and graceful, young Vince was mesmerized by it.
He was doing really well. After about a few seconds several of the punks were sprawled over the ground, moaning and clutching something or other. At least until one of the thugs pulled out a pipe he had under his jacket somehow and got a lucky shot in.
That was when Vince decided to get involved. As soon as the guy with the pipe drew back his arm for another blow Vincent grabbed his arm. Now normally a kid couldn't hold the arm of someone twice their age, height, and weight, but then again he wasn't normal. One of the abilities he had was super-strength. Now Vince learned from before he had found his way to Toronto, not to do things in front of people that they couldn't do. Like say move super fast, or rip-up steel with my hands. But that doesn't mean that he couldn't use a little extra strength. As long as it seemed like he was strong for my age and not a 'freak' as he had been called before.
So when young Vincent had his arm it was pretty simple for him to hold it.
"Hey what the?! " was all he got out before Vince spun him around and landed a really good blow to his gut. He went down hard.
After that both the young boy and the old guy took out the rest of them very easily. With his skills, and Vince using a little of his speed to help him dodge and land hits, and a little strength to make sure they stayed down, it wasn't hard. Those that didn't fall to the ground had decided to call it a day and grabbed their friends off the ground and ran.
The boy walked up to the old man. He looked slightly hurt from where that guy hit him with the pipe. "Hey are you okay mister, do you need any help?" He just turned to him, and started looking at me. Looking like he was studding the boy and it made him nervous.
Finally he broke the silence, with a slight smile and said, "Yes I suppose I could use a little help. Could you help me to my home, young one?" It was the first time the young boy had heard him talk and he had a kind voice, he also had a slight accent that said he probably wasn't originally from Canada but then again most of the people in my area come from other cultures so Vince wasn't really surprised.
"I…I…guess." The young boy was slightly nervous. He didn't know this man, but Father Michaels said you should help those in need. So he had helped him to his place and up the stairs. When we got to his door Vince was about to leave when, he asked the boy to come in. Vince wasn't sure what to do.
"Your not afraid of an old man are you boy?" Before he had seen him fight Vince would have said no, but then again if he tried anything it's not like he could stop Vince.
"Alright." The boy didn't see what harm could there be and he seemed nice, but the boy would still be on his guard.
Vince was amazed at the place. He had never seen some of the things that he saw. There were Japanese tapestries, a few vases, and other decorations that I'd never seen before. He was so interested in looking around that he didn't notice that the old man had gathered a few things at a table and sate down.
"Tell me what is your name child," Vince spun around quickly he had forgotten about him.
'Nice going, why don't you just wear a blindfold?' He thought to myself 'Well I guess I should answer him.'
"My name is Vincent."
"Well my name is Mr. Kansuke, Vincent. You know I was very impressed by how you handled yourself out there, but I have two questions I would like to have answered please."
The young boy was a little hesitant. "Okay…. what do you want to know?"
"First why did you decide to help me?"
He wasn't too sure himself so he just went with whatever came first to his head. "I was told by Father Michaels that you should help those in need, and ……I don't like to see other people hurting someone else for….fun."
Mr. Kansuke smiled at that. "That is a very good and noble answer. Now my second on is, how did you get such power?"
Now THAT shocked him. Vince was so sure he didn't use too much, but somehow with all the fighting he still had caught on. 'Okay, don't panic; what ever you do don't panic. Maybe he's talking about another kind of power like your strength, maybe you can bluff him.'
"You see young Vincent, I studied you during the fight, and I know there is no way any normal human could do those things at your age, so I ask you again how did you get your power?"
'Okay start panicking' He was sweating bullets now. Father Michaels told him to be careful, he told him that he shouldn't use my powers out in the open, 'Why didn't I listen? It was happening all over again, I use my powers people would freak out, and I'd have to run again.'
He started looking at Vince a bit strangely then, like he was looking into him into his soul, if that was possible. "You don't know what you are do you." It wasn't a question. No the boy had no idea what he was, it was a question he always wanted to know. Why was he different, he knew how he got my powers, like he could EVER forget how, but Vince still didn't know WHAT he was.
The old Japanese man pulled out a book and opened it up. "Please come here and see this." Vince don't know why but he went over, maybe because he didn't feel threatened like the last times, or maybe because he could finally know what he was and was desperate for an answer.
Vince looked at the book, it was in strange writing, and the images on the pages showed, battles, but what really caught my attention was that some of the fighters, had things like blasts coming out of their eyes, flaming swords, shooting out lighting, one was even lifting several other men.
"There are legends in my homeland of great warriors born with special powers. They were powerful warrior that fought for good and evil. Until this day I thought they were only legends, and stories for children. But I think destiny has brought you here for a reason young one."
This information shocked me. There were others, others that had powers. Maybe there were still others, maybe he wasn't so alone in the world after all. Vince looked back at him. "What reason?"
He gently put a hand on my shoulder then and looked me right in the eye. "I believe you have great power, that must be used for a great purpose. But you need control, you almost lost your control in that fight, and I could tell you were holding back. If you can't control yourself more you would expose yourself to others and they would not be as open minded as myself."
The young boy knew it was true. He had experience with that before. "How can I get more control?" His young voice was a little small at that point. The thought of people finding out about me was one of his worse fears.
"I can train you, to teach you control, to teach you discipline, and honor."
The way he said it, so full of meaning and passion, somehow he knew he wanted this, that he needed this. "When do we begin?" He smiled then. For some reason, the boy was eager to start.
Mr.Kansuke laughed at that, but it was a humorous laugh, not one of hate. "First I'll have to check with Father Michaels then we will see." Two days later I started my training, and I never regretted it since.
end flashback
Now a much older Vincent still remembered all the good times, and he was so deep in his memories that he didn't notice two people coming up behind him until he got a vary rude 'wake-up call' in the form of some one shouting in his ear.
"HEY VINCE!"
"DAHHH" It took all the self-control he had not to literally, jump up two stories into the air. Believe it or not it wouldn't be that big a problem for him, given his powers. The young man turned around and see a girl about his age with shoulder length blond hair, beautiful green eyes, and the face of an angle. Next to her was a boy, a year younger than the two of them, with a mop of brown hair that was always gets into his eyes.
"Damn it Mary don't do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack." He said while his hand was still clutching his chest.
"Sorry Vince, put you look really out of it, is something the matter?" Now Mary was getting a little concerned. She knew Vince since childhood and knew when something was bothering him.
"I'm…..I'm fine, just having one of those days."
She looked at him. She knew it was more than that, but decided to drop it for now. 'I know he's keeping something from me, I wish he would trust us more, but I know whatever is bothering him he'll tell us eventually. I hope the nightmares aren't back, he's been getting them ever since he got here.' Even though she knew about his nightmares, she was never able to get him to talk about them, or his life before the orphanage. 'I guess he just wants the past to be buried and forgotten, too back he can't seem to forget.'
"Okay, come on me and Benny were going to the shop you're coming too right?"
"Well it is my day off, but sure." He flashed that smile of his that Mary always found charming. Although they were best friends lately her feelings were growing, and she wished if he was feeling the same. The three of them walked off together to the store were Benny's adopted parents owned, and they all worked at.
The three of them had been friends at the orphanage since that vary first day Vincent came to them, before he even had a name. He just appeared one day carrying Benny back. Apparently Benny was being bullied around and had gotten hurt. Vincent had appeared out of nowhere and had beaten the bullies off how no one knew considering he wasn't that big or that old.
Mary had always thought of Benny like a little brother and was grateful to the strange boy how had appeared. Father Michaels had also managed to convince the boy, who obviously from his dirty rags of clothes that he had nowhere else to go, to stay.
It took some time but soon Benny and Mary, had gotten the boy to start talking. He was always so quiet and never played with the other children. But with their help he soon was talking to others and playing. The three of them were inseparable. Even when Mary and Benny were adopted, they still lived in the area so they still saw each other almost every day.
They walked into the store talking and joking, but Vincent then got that feeling of dread. The same feeling he had that morning in fact. He didn't let it show, but he was looking around, some vary wrong was going to happen he knew it. A few minutes passed but still that feeling wasn't going away. Then they came in. Three young men, came into the store, as soon as they split up they pulled out guns.
"EVERY BODY DOWN, YOU! OPEN THE REGISTER!" But Benny's adopted father Mr.O'Reilly wasn't fast enough for him. "I SAID OPEN IT!" Then he aimed the gun at the wall and fired for added effect. At this Mary screamed, one of the other robbers freaked and turned his gun onto her, getting ready to fire.
Vincent saw what was going to happen. The girl who was his best friend, a girl he cared a great deal for was about to die. He didn't think he just acted; he would NOT let people he cared for get hurt, he wouldn't allow it! "NO!" he screamed.
This was the day. The day that Vincent's choice would change his life forever. He used his powers in front of everyone. He lost control. He let his anger, his rage take over.
At super speed he got in front of the gunman in time to take the shoots meant for Mary. His shirt had three new holes, but other than that he was fine. His anger now unleashed, his hands started to take on a crimson glow, as did his eyes.
The robber was so shocked he couldn't move. Then Vincent took the robbers wrist, which held the gun and twisted. He could hear and feel all the bones there break. The robber gave a yelled out in pain, but was silenced when he was then thrown across the store.
Vincent then turned his attention to one of the other ones. The other one was about to fire, when Vince, used another ability, his ability to create and control energy. He created a ball of energy and sent it hurtling at the man. The energy ball didn't really hurt the man, but it did send him flaying into one of the glass doors that housed some of the frozen foods.
'Two down one to go.' He thought as he searched for the last of the robber.
Wasn't too hard all he had to do was fallow the voice that said "Mutant Freak!"
More shoots hit Vincent, but he didn't care, all he cared about was getting the last one. He moved so fast it almost looked like Vincent had just teleported across the store. He grabbed the man by the throat, and held him up off the ground. Vincent's face was a mask of anger. It looked like he was ready to kill the man. But at the last second threw him hard against the wall.
"V…V…Vince" came a weak voice. He turned around thinking maybe he missed one. But saw only Mary. Mary, and a look of fear within her eyes, but not from the robbers. From him.
'God no. Not this. Not her.' Was the only thought in Vincent's mind. One of his worst fears was happening. A person he cared for looking at him with fear, like he was a monster. He powered down then the glowing faded away.
"Mary…I.." He started to say and reached out to her.
"NO!" She screamed, pulling back.
Vincent didn't know what to do. So he did what always happened when this happened. He ran. He ran back home to the orphanage, he ran passed Father Michaels who asked what was wrong. He ran back to his room, closed the door, sat down, and then broke down and cried.
Later the police came to the orphanage looking for Vincent. They wanted to ask him some 'questions' about the incident at the shop. It took four hours for Father Michaels to get him out of the station, when the police were 'convinced' that Vincent wasn't a danger.
When they finally got back home, Vincent went straight to his room and fell onto his bead. 'I knew it. I knew today was going to go wrong. Now tomorrow everyone will know I'm a mutant.' He put his hands over his face 'My life is going to hell.' Was the last thought he had in that night.
- 4 days later –
It had been four days since the 'incident' and my life couldn't be any worse. Lets run down the lists. First I'm fired from the store, Benny, and Mary are avoiding me, the kids are also scared of me now, and oh yeah, everywhere I go people are giving me dirty looks, yelling at me, and even spiting on me.
'Yeah my life sucks.' He thought.
He was in his room, he barely leaves the orphanage anymore. 'Damn it. Things were going so well for me now. I can never have a normal life here again, hell I can't even have a life period.' He thought in despair then while looking around his room that's when he saw it.
Sticking out from in between two of the books on the shelf was a card. He know which card, and he knew what it says, he could memorize things instantly, and never forget. He still didn't know way that he kept it. He reached out and took it looking it over and read it again.
'Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters'
Xavier, he came to him a few years ago, and gave me an offer. At the time Vincent had said the he wasn't ready to leave his home, but Xavier had told him that when he was ready or needed help then to give him a call. Vincent stared at the card. 'Will this help me get a life again, or will I go from the fryer to the fire?'
The young man thought long and hard. 'I had no life here now. I lost almost everything. I can't stay here any longer.' He thought sadly to himself feeling like he was ripping out his own heart, but what choice did he have? He drew a deep breath and headed to Father Michaels' office.
That walk to his office seemed to take forever and then he knocked on the door. There was a slightly muffled 'enter' so he went in. Father Michaels looks up to see who it was, and notices the card in his hand. "So you're leaving." It wasn't a question and his heart was heavy. Vincent was such a kind boy that he shouldn't be forced out of his home because of what he was.
"I can't stay here anymore." He just sounded so defeated when the young man said that, so full of despair.
"There's no way I can talk you out of it?"
He just shook his head not looking at the man that had raised him like a father in the eye. He felt the tears starting to swell but he pushed them aside. He didn't want him to see him cry.
"Then I'll leave you alone to use the phone"
-Xavier Institute –
"Bobby, get back here!" Kitty Pryde yelled at Bobby who was currently running for his life. Bobby who had earlier decided that life was a little too boring thought a prank was called for, so he iced up Kitty's shower. Luckily she wasn't in it at the time but it would take hours for it to melt. Kitty had lost sight of Bobby, fuming that her shower was now frozen solid. She was about to start her search for the troublemaker when the phone she was next to rang.
"Oh great, now I, like, have to get the phone." She picked up the phone still in a bad mood and harshly said "What?"
"..uh…is this the Xavier Institute?" Said a voice on the other line.
"Huh..oh yeah, sorry about that, like, who are you trying to reach." Kitty said, while calming down and mentally slapping herself in the head for answering the phone like that.
"I'm trying to reach Professor Xavier, is he in?" The voice said.
"Yes he is. Who is calling?"
"Tell him it's Vincent, and I was wondering if his offer still stands."
'Offer? What offer?' Kitty thought "OK I'll get him, I put you on hold"
After putting him on hold she went to the Professor's study. She found him there with Logan.
"Yes Kitty want can I do for you?" Xavier said, looking up a Kitty.
"Um, Prof. You have someone named Vincent, like on the phone for you." Kitty was surprised to see the Professor's head snap back at that, even Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Thank you Kitty that will be all" Kitty was left the room but stayed by the doors listening in. 'I wonder who this Vincent person is' she though as she was listening to the Prof. and Logan.
"Well Chuck, I didn't expect to hear from him again"
"Neither did I Logan, but I always hoped he would call." Xavier then picked up the phone. "Yes hello Vincent…..Yes my offer still stands, but why after all this time did you decide to call………oh I see…..well when do you wish to leave…..Okay, I'll send a few people in two days to you. One will be a woman named Ororo the other is Logan…..Yes the hairy man with knives in his hands." Xavier said slightly amused at that last part.
At that Logan growled. He didn't like to be talked to like that, even behind his back. Kitty on the other hand, had to keep a hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling. 'Well I wonder if we're getting a new student, wait until the others hear about this' Kitty then went off to find the others and tell them what she found out.
Finally Chapter 2 is done. I'm not sure if the rest of my chapters are going to be this long, some won't but I wanted to get a lot of that out of the way.
Next up chapter 3: Goodbyes and Helloes