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Story doesn't feature x-men
Zero to Hero
From his perch fifty stories above the street's of New York a lonely figure in a city of lost souls watches a million neon lights strung out on structures of concrete and steel. Fluorescent colony's compacting the swarm of humanity, filling time before they die.
A long time ago I was just like them doing my duty paying the bills, worrying about the weather, worrying about politics worrying about death. Now I could free-fall to the sidewalk without so much as a twisted ankle…unless of course I fell on a wooden stake.
When I was alive I was Corporal Adam Ward British Army sniper, not many knew what a mutant was back in 1942. My uncanny ability to see over great distances even in pitch black night went largely un-noticed, it wasn't as obvious as some of the mutations I see today. Twelve battles in three country's without a scratch only to have my life ended in alley behind a whorehouse…in France of all places.
There were three of them thieves beggar's lowlifes looking for a quick buck, a knife in the ribs. pain smeared the world to slow motion as they approach to finish me off. Then she came floating down from above like an angel from heaven or hell what's the difference? It all depends on perspective. Moving faster than any human should slashing, tearing, my killer raised his hand to slay my saviour only to find his hand gone, severed at the wrist. A flash of silver then red and it was over. She smiled the lie of innocence surrounding her, the copper smell of blood anchoring me to the truth, she said I was dying, she could save me but there was a price…isn't there always?
Adam Ward died that night lost to the darkness but Zero woke. Zero it was a nickname earned due to my skill with a rifle, a reminder of the life left behind but I was entitled to at least one wasn't I?
Anielle My mother in darkness tutored me in the ways of our kind how to seduce the living to survive, how our un-natural body's neither absorb nor reflect light leaving no reflection no trace on a camera lens. She asked me to join her to travel the world and wreak havoc on the warm, but death holds no more pleasure for me in death than it had in life. I drink without killing a little from one a little from another none would call me a saint but I could be worse couldn't I?
Years pass by a new world rises, I hear stories of mutants like I had once been, the X-Men, heroes I like the sound of that lord knows the world could use more heroes. Let them have the day but give me the night and a chance to prove not all vampires are evil. After all
"If they can be heroes why can't I ?"
END
May be a one-shot but if I get enough reviews I'll continue it and introduce Zero to the X-men evo team
Story doesn't feature x-men
Zero to Hero
From his perch fifty stories above the street's of New York a lonely figure in a city of lost souls watches a million neon lights strung out on structures of concrete and steel. Fluorescent colony's compacting the swarm of humanity, filling time before they die.
A long time ago I was just like them doing my duty paying the bills, worrying about the weather, worrying about politics worrying about death. Now I could free-fall to the sidewalk without so much as a twisted ankle…unless of course I fell on a wooden stake.
When I was alive I was Corporal Adam Ward British Army sniper, not many knew what a mutant was back in 1942. My uncanny ability to see over great distances even in pitch black night went largely un-noticed, it wasn't as obvious as some of the mutations I see today. Twelve battles in three country's without a scratch only to have my life ended in alley behind a whorehouse…in France of all places.
There were three of them thieves beggar's lowlifes looking for a quick buck, a knife in the ribs. pain smeared the world to slow motion as they approach to finish me off. Then she came floating down from above like an angel from heaven or hell what's the difference? It all depends on perspective. Moving faster than any human should slashing, tearing, my killer raised his hand to slay my saviour only to find his hand gone, severed at the wrist. A flash of silver then red and it was over. She smiled the lie of innocence surrounding her, the copper smell of blood anchoring me to the truth, she said I was dying, she could save me but there was a price…isn't there always?
Adam Ward died that night lost to the darkness but Zero woke. Zero it was a nickname earned due to my skill with a rifle, a reminder of the life left behind but I was entitled to at least one wasn't I?
Anielle My mother in darkness tutored me in the ways of our kind how to seduce the living to survive, how our un-natural body's neither absorb nor reflect light leaving no reflection no trace on a camera lens. She asked me to join her to travel the world and wreak havoc on the warm, but death holds no more pleasure for me in death than it had in life. I drink without killing a little from one a little from another none would call me a saint but I could be worse couldn't I?
Years pass by a new world rises, I hear stories of mutants like I had once been, the X-Men, heroes I like the sound of that lord knows the world could use more heroes. Let them have the day but give me the night and a chance to prove not all vampires are evil. After all
"If they can be heroes why can't I ?"
END
May be a one-shot but if I get enough reviews I'll continue it and introduce Zero to the X-men evo team