Shadow-Spider: well since you asked so nicely where it is, and maybe cut back on the sugar, or switch to decaf.

ENTER MAYHEM

CHAPTER 21: ORIGIN

Vincent was in his bathroom he was leaning against the sink, back in his normal clothes. 'How the hell do I even start, with this? Where do I begin?' He splashed water onto his face and dried it off.

He looked up and into the mirror. He stared into it and his reflection, a million thoughts running through his mind. 'Well might as well get this over with.'

He walked over to the door and saw Rogue waiting for him. "Ya ready?" he could see the worry in her eyes, he was so glad he met her, she was always there and he needed her support more than ever.

"No but that's not change anything."

She nodded her understanding and they walked together to meet the others.

When they arrived the group stopped talking. By the sounds of things before they entered someone, mostly likely Bobby, had told the others everything and they were all now looking at Vincent.

He'd hated the looks he was getting, some were fear, others no longer saw him as they did. He gave a great sigh and with Rogue they sat down together on a love seat.

"Okay I know by now you have a lot of questions, so I'm going to tell you guys everything. I've only told this story to two people in my life. This is everything that I haven't told you about my past, and I don't want any interruptions and save any questions until I'm done, okay?"

He looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him intently, waiting for him to continue.

"Alright, I'll begin at the beginning." He sat back ready to begging.

My first memories were when I was about three. I'm not sure of my age, but I've had the time to think about it and do the math. I was in a nice home, and a beautiful dark haired woman was holding me up.

I can still remember the look in her eyes, I can see the love she had for me, I'm pretty sure it was my mother. I heard a voice off to the side, but I never saw his face. All I heard was a voice calling for someone named....April.

The students were taken aback at this. They hadn't known that Vincent had named Prodigy 6 after his mother.

She called out to someone named David, I think he might have been my uncle, because I remember him calling her sister. Then it happened. I heard the sound of something breaking, most likely the door.

I heard David yelling at them, then gunshots. My mother ran back to me she nearly got to me but I saw them after her. They were all in black, in some kind of military style combat gear they had automatic weapons too.

She was just a few feet from me, when they shot her right in front of me. The bullets went right through her and some of her blood hit me. She fell down, staring at me with her eyes, I can remember seeing them go unfocused and no life was in there.

I started to cry, and one of the men picked me up, he yelled to one of the other "Tell them we have the target.". He took me in his arms and away.

Vincent stopped there to compose himself, he forced back the tears threatening to come out. He looked across the room and saw others were doing the same, others couldn't hold the tears back.

He went on.

The next thing I know I'm traveling for I don't know how long. I was put in some kind of carrying device it felt like a cage. Then I was taken out of it and all these people in white coats were looking at me and then examining me.

For the next three years all they did was probe me and teach me only the basics. At the third year I met the others. There were twelve kids all of us looked like the same age, and we had to run through things that make the danger room look pleasant. There were vary little safety measures, and from what April told me a couple didn't make it.

That was also when we met Simons. He was this tall ugly man, he always seem to have this cruel sneer on his face.

He was in charge of our training and disciplining us. In other words when we failed at something, didn't do what we were told right away, or just because he felt like it, we'd get a royal beating. Especially the hand-to-hand combat training, he made Logan look gentle.

Basically he didn't like us much, he always referred to us as freaks, monsters, or things. Near the end of that year we were separated again. I was placed in a plastic isolation chamber, and they started to inject me with something all the time.

The first injection caused every nerve in my body to feel like it was on fire, my muscles like they were boiling and were crushing my organs. It was the most painful experience of my life. After awhile I backed out form the pain, when I woke up they tested me.

Then it began all over again. More injections, more pain each time it was a different kind of pain. Some times I would get so violently sick, others I would start burning up and sweating, sometimes the pain was so much I kept going in and out of consciousness.

It was always the same face I saw when I woke up too. The same scientist that seemed to be in charge of me, he was the one that gave me all the injections, all the time saying they would make me stronger and better.

After awhile I couldn't tell how long they were doing it to me, with all the time in and out of consciousness days seemed to melt together. Then it happened.

I woke up to the sounds of explosions and there were alarms going off. Then part of the wall exploded, and when I looked up there was a gaping whole in the wall, and part of my cell was broken open.

I knew this was my one and only change to get out of there, I had to get out of that hell. The whole made wasn't large but I was able to squeeze through it. There were a few fires in the lab and the smoke was starting to raise up.

I made it to the whole in the wall and looked out into the night. My heart sank then as I looked down because there was nothing but a hundred foot drop into a river below. A fall I knew I wouldn't be able to survive.

I turned around thinking I could find another way out, but then I saw him. The lead scientist in charge, he had a gash over his left eye and was bleeding. He walked over to me smiling, I knew he came for me.

I also knew what going with him meant. I would spend the rest of my life being experimented on, feeling nothing but pain and suffering. I wanted it to end, I wanted it so bad I knew there was only one way out.

I let myself fall out the hole and fall down the side of the cliff.

I wanted it to end so much I not only accepted death I embraced it. I looked into the abyss and jumped in with out blinking.

I fell and I wasn't afraid, I didn't know of anything about religion or an afterlife, I just thought that when you died that was it. So I closed my eyes before I hit ready for the darkness to take me.

I hit the water at a force that should have killed me. But I survived. I realized that I was still alive and did my best to swim to shore. I didn't know how to swim but somehow I made it.

I landed on the edge of the river near a forest coughing from all the water I took in. I looked up and saw the complex for the first time, it was one fire and the sounds of fighting could be heard.

I knew I had to run, so I forced myself up and started to run, and I ran into the forest so fast everything seemed to blur, I remember there was a log in my path and I jumped it. Boy did I jump it, right over it several feet and slammed not into a tree but right through it.

The tree looked like it was hit with a howitzer and the top of the tree fell on me. I was so afraid that I didn't notice I still wasn't hurt, and when I tried to push it off, I thrown it completely off me and sent it a dozen feet from where I was.

I looked up at the tree and noticed what I did to it, and how far I was from where I jumped. I also realized that I wasn't hurt. I knew something had changed in me, and what the scientist said about me being stronger and better came back to my mind.

So I used my newfound power to put me as far away from that place as possible, I ran and ran and didn't stop or look back. I heard a sound in the distance and I came to a set of train tracks.

Though keep in mind this was my first time out in the real world since that nightmare began, and had no idea what train tracks or even a train was or much of anything else for that matter.

But I'm getting off topic.

The train came and as it was passing me I knew I couldn't run forever, and I needed to rest so I got an idea. I aimed myself just right and launched myself through one of the doors of the carts it was pulling.

I looked around, and found only boxes filled with salt. So I just sat down in a corner and nodded off. I woke up to a bright light, I looked out of the whole and saw the sun rising. It was the first time I saw such a think. I just sat there entranced by it, watching rise up and bring light to the world.

For the first time I felt peace, I was finally free and no one would ever hurt me again.

When the train pulled into the station I made sure I was as far away as possible. I was in a city for the first time, and I was freaking out. There were so many people and sounds around that I was nearly overloaded from all the stimuli. I stayed in the alleys and looked around.

I spent the next few days looking around, mostly sticking to alleyways, abandoned buildings, tunnels and such, and spent my time foraging for anything eatable and new clothes.

It's not an easy life, and as I'm sure Ray can tell you, it's not pleasant. You have to learn to eat things that would make all of you sick and keep it down, and to stay away from certain people.

I pretty much kept to myself and didn't talk to anyone I was totally on my own.

You know that saying 'it's a jungle out there', well it's true on the streets, the stronger and meaner pick on those weaker than them, and it truly is survival of the fittest. One such person once came at me with a knife for my food. Well I won't go into detail, but lest just say that his knife broke on my skin and I ended up throwing him across the area.

Unfortunately for me the others looking at me, were shared out of their minds, they started to throw things at me calling me a monster and forced me to find a new place to live.

I found an old steel mill, there were still old broken down machinery there. I curled up in some kind of furnace I figured I could keep warm for the night in it. I was about to sleep when suddenly the place was filled with noise. I took a peek out and I felt a chill run down me.

It looked like the same people who took me before, all in black military garments and guns. They were looking around the place, but I knew that they were looking for me. I hide until they left, which was about a few hours, they did a thorough search, but I guess they didn't think anyone would be in an incinerator.

I mean really would you want to look in one?

I decided that in the morning I would get the hell out of town, and I did. I gabbed the first train out of town, and when I mean grabbed, I actually mean grabbed. I jumped onto it and easily my fingers went through the ceiling and a clung to it as it left.

I ended up somewhere in Manitoba after making a few switches in Saskatchewan. I needed to keep moving because for some reason every time I stopped they seemed to right behind me. I couldn't figure out how they were able to track me so well.

It went on for about a month, I'd run, then when I had to stop, they chased me, I got away, then I'd run again, and over and over it went.

Then I got a break I noticed that they always seemed to get trouble searching for me underground and with area with lots of metal, especially lead. It was in one of those areas I overheard one of them talking.

Apparently I had a tracking device on me. After I gave them the slip again, I found an old factory one of my favorite places to hide in. I had long since ditched all of my old clothing and figured that the device on in me somewhere.

I found a slight scar on my left arm. I didn't remember ever having been hurt there to get a scar so I pressed my fingers hard around it and flesh something was not flesh or bone. I knew I had found it, now the only problem was how to get it out. I knew that since I escaped I couldn't be hurt.

I couldn't think of anything, I was frustrated and started to punch the walls. After about a few minutes of wrecking the place sat down. I was about to give up, and lose all hope. All I needed was to be able to cut myself, just a little, I needed to get that thing out of me or I would never be free.

I was crying then, thinking of what would happen to me when they caught me. I wished so much to be able to get rid of this thing, then for the first time I felt pain from my hand. I looked down and found my hand had been cut on a jagged piece of metal.

I though I was losing my powers, and after a little experimentation found I could control if I could be hurt or not. I had a plan but needed to work fast, I had no idea how much time I had.

I gathered a few items together, some Alcohol I saw a bum used on a cut he had once, some stripes of cloth and a piece of a broken glass bottle. I poured the alcohol on my arm and on the bottle, then grabbed the bottle and raised my left arm to get a good view.

I was hesitant to say the least, I knew this would hurt but I had to get rid of it. So I began to cut along the small surgical scar. I was right it did hurt, it hurt like hell and I cried out in pain, but I couldn't stop.

When I was done I felt the device in my arm through my skin and pushed it out through the opening in my arm. When it was out I quickly put the stripes of cloth on and tied them tight.

I felt like I wanted to pass out, but I had to get away, so I traveled a few blocks and found a rundown building to hide in. I made it to the second floor and I fell down exhausted. My last thought was I had finally won, or so I had though.

I woke up to pain. It wasn't my arm though that did hurt, it was from an electrical device that looked like a cattle prod. I looked up and was horrified to see six of the black storm troopers there, but the one shocking me was none other than Simons.

I felt so much fear at that moment. I could see him grinning at me, apparently they had lost me, but they did something new. They brought in bloodhounds to track me and with my arm cut and bleeding slightly I was easy to find.

"Well we finally got you, you little freak. We're going to have so much fun together." Simons said to me, he drew back his arm ready to attack me again with the electric device. I was terrified, I put up my good arm to stop him, and I cried out.

Then it happened.

My energy powers manifested for the first time. A beam of energy shot out from my hand and hit Simons in the chest. He was forced back into the wall, and I could see the wall through him.

The blast not only had sent him to the wall but also made a hole right through him. He looked down at it in shock. Then he looked at me with so much hatred in his eyes, I knew he wanted to kill me. He took one step and fell face down.

I knew he was dead. None of the others moved or said anything, then one did. "He's killed him, the little monster's killed him, shot the thing!"

They raised their weapons ready to fire, since the electrocution hurt, I knew I didn't have the strength or the time to concentrate on bringing back my invulnerability. I started to panic then the energy came back and I released it, I released it all in a shockwave (see chapter 7) it ripped through everything, the supports, the walls, even them.

The next thing I know the whole building is collapsing and I start to fall. Everything at that moment seemed to move in slow motion, I could see the ground coming to me, and sent my hand out and again another blast of energy came out.

Now there was a hole in the ground, as I fell through I realized that it was a sewer tunnel, and I moved at super speed down it as fast and as far as I could. I finally found a manhole cover and got out of there.

I wondered down the darken streets, my head was spinning I was tired and I when I thought about what I happened, what I did I wanted to throw-up. My vision was blurring I looked down at my arm and saw that it was soaked in blood. I was bleeding to death.

I just couldn't get a break that day.

I wondered the street, it was pretty much empty, I couldn't focus anymore, and I fell down.

I woke up in a medical bead, I freaked I looked around thinking they found me again but the place looked slightly rundown instead of a state-of-the-art facility. "Daddy he's awake." Came a voice.

I looked to my left and in the doorway was a girl roughly my age with blonde hair. Then came in someone in a lab coat. "Well how do you fell?" I couldn't say anything I had a thing about people in white lab/doctor coats. "Well then just let me check you out then."

He looked me over and when he raised my arm I saw it was stitched up. "Can you tell me what happened to you?" I shook my head. "Well your lucky you fell at my clinic. Your lucky I had enough of your blood type left." I know now he was just being nice, but at the time all I could think was how to get away.

He kept trying to get me to open up but I didn't trust anybody back then, plus the whole thing of me being scared of doctors was a major issue. After about an hour, he had to lock up, and when I was alone that's when I made my move. I pulled out the IV in my arm, which can hurt if not done by a professional, but by now you'd think I'd be used to pain.

I gathered my things I found in the corner and opened the window and left.

I continued to move around the country until I came to Toronto about a year later. It was there that my life would finally turn around. I was just walking along looking for the usually things, food, clothing, shelter. When I heard a little boy crying.

I came upon a scene of a boy slightly younger than me, being picked on by a group of older kids. The little boy had a scraped knee and was crying. The others were just making fun of him.

Normally back them I didn't get involved with the affairs of others, but that really pissed me off. Let's just say that those jerks went home crying themselves after I was through with them.

I was about to leave when I noticed the little kid, was looking at me for help. I couldn't refuse, I mean no one was there to ever help me, and how could I just turn my back on him like that. So I picked him up and asked him where he lived. My voice was a little horse having very rarely ever talked.

I took him to the orphanage, and that's where I met Father Michaels, Mary, and the little boy was Benny. Father Michaels offered me a place to stay, and for some reason I felt like I could trust him, he was very convincing, plus I was tired of the constant running and wondering.

So I stayed over time Mary and Benny became my closest friends and I knew true happiness for the first time in my life. Father Michaels taught me compassion, faith, and hope. My sensei there taught me not only how to fight, but discipline, courage, and above all honor.

My life was finally looking up. I hid my powers from except Father Michaels and Mr. Kansuke, who I've told this story to and trained with them in secret so I would never lose control again and hurt or kill anyone else again. Then at thirteen that was when not only I discovered I could fly. Which was when I woke up three feet above my bead, and took a week to learn to master it.

It was also the year the Professor came to me. Before I met the Professor though, I met with Magneto first. I was walking home from a late night movie and decided to cut across a construction site. Then suddenly the beams moved on their own and made a barrier in front of me.

"Don't be afraid I won't harm you." Came a deep voice, I looked up and saw a man was flying in the sky. He introduced himself as Magneto, he told me that I was a mutant, and he gave me his speak on a war coming with humans, how we should fight back, blaw, blaw, blaw.

You get the idea now I was tempted, I knew full well the how cruel humans could be, but in those last few years I've seen the good in humans too.

Sufficed to say he wasn't pleased. He tried to make me see 'reason', and let me tell you I was vary tempted to shout out 'Get thee behind me satan', but I didn't want to get this guy pissed.

I told him in vary simply no. Then he said if I didn't see reason he would make me, and a piece of metal shot towards me and wrapped around me. Fortunately for me he didn't know what powers I had or he would have done a lot more than that.

I easily broke the metal, and flew up at him at super-speed and landed a good solid blow to his gut. Then a back handed to the back of his head, sent him flying into the ground, and an energy blast to make sure he stayed down.

I flew down to him, and grabbed him by the throat and hulled him up. I stared into his eyes, and I told him "I said no, and if I ever see your butt-ugly helmeted purple cape wearing ass again, I will beat the living hell out of you!" And threw him into a steel beam.

"Wait a minute your telling us you kicked Magneto's ass?" Bobby shouted.

Vincent glared at him. "First off I said no interruptions and secondly I got lucky, he had no idea that a thirteen year old had that much power, most mutants only have one ability I have several now if I can continue?"

Bobby shank into his seat as everyone glared at him.

Okay so where was I...oh yeah I was just walking away when I get nailed in the back by a sled hammer, a shovel and a few other pieces of equipment. I was sent a few feet but got my footing again before I fell.

I turned around, to face Magneto. Now I let him off with a warning. But hitting me in the back is just one of the things that REALLY piss me off. This time it was on. We began the fight again this time it was a lot more hectic and we ended up setting back that construction site back a few months with all the damage.

He decided to leave me alone, especially since at the end I was crushing his helmet while it was still on his head. I crushed it so he couldn't see and I'm sure I broke a few of his ribs, you know that armor he wears must be more for looks than function because it didn't protect him that well.

After that I decided to get home fast and flew back through my window into my room and had to replace my shirt. After I exited my room Father Michaels came to see me and told me there was someone to see me.

That was when I met the Professor and Logan. They also gave me the whole speech about humans and mutants do but his was more optimistic, they also showed me what they could. Now given what happened earlier I was a little on guard.

I also wasn't too sure if he was right also, I mean I have seen what humans are capable of, it's a nice dream of humans and mutants getting along but I doubt I would live to see that day come.

I basically told him I wasn't ready to leave, which I wasn't I had a good thing going there and I didn't want to change it. But he did give me his card and said if I ever changed my mind I could call him.

"Well that's about it." Vincent said. "Now you all know everything."

He looked around there were mixed expressions, some were pity (which he hated) others still had tears (several of the girls) others looked like they didn't know what to think.

"Well now you now and if you guys don't have any questions..." He looked around and there were none. "Then I need to rest this...hasn't been easy and I think I need to be alone."

He got up and left leaving the others to think about everything he had told him.

NEXT UP CHAPTER 22: REACTIONS AND PLANS

Now that you know his whole story if you'd like you should re-read the story and you'll get a better look at Vincent. (Kind of like watching The 6th sense a second time) It all makes sense now, and all the clues and hints you can comprehend, and can see how Rogue had seen him after she got his memories.

In case you lost track he was 3 when taken, 6 when he escaped and 7 when he got to the orphanage. (well roughly since he doesn't know the date he was born)

Oh and to that guy so E-mail me saying that I'm a bad writer well, let's see YOU make a story with an arc that goes through the entire thing, with over 20 chapters over 10 pages each filled with writing and slowly build up to a moment like this! It's not easy, Hell I've spent hours just planning this story out chapter by chapter.