Guardian: My city, my protectorate

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own Vile, HOMe and the Angel twins. Everything else is owned by Marvel or Disney. Mike Harrigan is owned by FOX as well as Aliens.

Summary: 1 year after his defeat by HOMe and acceptance from the Morlocks, Vile has found his way to LA and adopted it as his home after a fateful night full of tragedy.

Booyah: Yeah the end of chapter eight was a rushed product, I was running low on time to get it done. I write on my grandparents computer so I can't always get it done on time.

AN: Sorry for the delay, I've has some problems lately. Mainly watching my brother and losing 12 hours of sleep. So if anything seems off in this chapter feel free to tell me.

Her Name

I returned to the church that has been my dwelling for the last several weeks around sunrise. The old preacher was asleep at his desk looking over several notices from the higher ups in his church. I didn't bother to read them, the old man deserved his privacy, and besides I had no clue how to read brail and the little girl was only now teaching me some of the basic words of this planet. An interesting language though, I had the easiest time picking up the verbal uses of it from simple transmissions while on the hunter's ship. Yet the written language was a as foreign to me as I was to them.

I sighed as I set myself down in the store room that had become "my room" as Father Horn had told me. It was still the same room I had change nothing since I slept upright. The boxes still held the various pamphlets that I sometimes left with children who had no place to go. Father Horn even called me a guardian angel for this city once, I didn't let it get to me the god of man is for men not for me. I sat down for a few minutes, I needed some sleep, I had pushed myself to hard in the last couple of weeks and now I was paying for it. I laid back slowly, letting the comfort of darkness take me to a dreamless sleep.

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I awoke at nightfall, the perfect time for me to start moving and visit the little girl I had come to know as a guide post for my soul. It never occurred to me that I didn't know her name, I didn't need it to know who she was, just as she didn't need mine. I chucked lightly at this thought as I made my way into the hall, slowly and deliberately so no other people could spot me. I followed my usual route to Father Horn's rectory to see if he could spare some time to play a game of chess. It may be a cliché, but we enjoyed the game it allowed us time to talk. I stopped then as I realized that Father Horn was my first true ally, no that word could never describe our relationship. He was a friend, an honest man I could trust any secret to.

I opened the door slowly to see if he was in. He was and I wasted no time in opening the door. His head immediately come to level with the door.

"Good evening Vile. We have a guest today." He pointed to a chair in the corner where the little girl was sitting curled up in a blanket. "She came by today and asked if I knew where you were. She didn't believe me when I said no, and she refused to leave. She misses your visits you know."

"I know." I brushed a long strand of red hair away from her nose and back towards her ear. "I've been preoccupied." I took a seat at the chess table. "Shall we?"

"Of course Vile, of course. If I remember correctly the current score is , me: 12 and you: 3." He smiled. For a blind gut he sure played chess like a champion. I just grunted in response.

"When did she get out?" I asked as I turned my head to her.

"Last week, she's been at the orphanage here since then." He smiled as he took one of my pawns.

"There's an orphanage here?" I had never known that. It might explain a few of the activities they held.

"Oh yes, I'm actually surprised you didn't know. It's just across the street actually but, it's part of our church." He took another pawn with a smile.

"Hm, I guess visiting her will be easier, huh?" I smiled as I took one of his bishops.

"I'm afraid not Vile." He stopped playing and looked at me, he only did that when he was concerned. "She's going to be adopted, that's why she wanted to see you."

I was speechless. What could I possibly say, this girl had been a shining light in my life and now she was being stripped away from me. But at the same time she was being given a chance to have parents that would love her and cherish her for the person she was.

"Vile…" He put his hand on my shoulder, and for the first time I couldn't bat it away. I felt like I needed it there, to stop me from doing something foolish. "It's alright to be sad, and I know your happy for her. They want to meet you to see if they're alright with letting you see her."

"Who's adopting her…" I was still stunned.

"The nurse at the hospital. She and her husband are quite fond of her."

"Oh." I was still a little stunned, but at least I knew I could trust the couple. I had never met the nurse, but the few times I saw her she was always smiling at the girl. It was then that I heard the little girl yawn. I turned to see her stretch her arms wide and open her eyes.

"VILE!" She ran to me and gave me a hug, and despite her size it was still strong. "Did Father Horn tell you?" She smiled up at me.

"Yes, I'm happy for you. Really you deserve it." I ruffled her hair a little.

"You're still my hero though." She then pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. "That's me and my new family." She pointed to both of the people, the male was obviously a mutant as he was colored green and yellow. Then I saw the writings above the individuals.

"What's that?" I asked pointing to the one above her.

"That's my name silly." She said, still smiling.

"What does it say?" I asked.

"You really need to learn to read more. It says S-A-R-A-H, Sarah." She pointed to each letter as she said it.

I looked up at the clock, it was almost midnight. "I think it's time you got back, huh?"

"I'll take her back, meanwhile why don't you look around the city some more." He extended a small piece of paper to me. It had an address on it, the nurse's. "Oh and try not to let your friends level anymore buildings. No matter how psychotic they are." I looked slightly sheepish as I realized he had heard of what happened. "Just be glad that detective covered for you. You know he called you a vigilante this city couldn't get rid off if they wanted to. And he supports you at least that's what I heard in his voice."

I stopped as I climbed out his window. If Harrigan truly supported me, then things were bound to get interesting, I'd have to visit him as well.

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I raced along the urban rooftops for almost three hours before I found the nurses' home. It was a small home in a suburban area just outside of L.A. It's brick walls gave a feeling of comfort even to me, I could almost sense the kindness radiating off the home. It was then I thought it might be best if I didn't ever see Sarah again. She deserved to have someone more than just a monster as her hero and perhaps this new family could provide it. By the time I had decided to not speak with them I was firmly in tears, hating myself for doing what I thought best.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn't jerk away even though I had never felt it, it was a calming touch. When I turned to look it was a man with green and yellow reptilian skin, a mutant, and my guess was the nurse's husband.

"Vile?" He asked, I stood straight up and nodded. "Come on in, Father Horn said you'd be stopping bye." He lead me into his home where his wife was sitting on a couch, he sat next to her and motioned for me to sit.

"I think I'll stand." Their furniture like most people's was not fitted for some one of my size. They simple nodded in understanding. They were very calm, but that should be expected of a woman who has a mutant husband and a mutant who had no problems touching me.

"We just want to know a few things about you." She said, looking full of hope.

"Ask then." I said, my voice unchanging. Their home was beginning to unnerve me.

"Why did you kill those men?" She asked. Of course a healer wouldn't understand, but I tried to explain.

"It's what I was made to do. Kill."

"Made?" Her husband asked, confusion crossed his face.

"I was 'made' for lack of a better word from the cross genetics of an alien species on a human world much different from yours. Of course your people haven't discovered the travel that transported your ancestors off of this rock against their will, so I'll just accept confusion and leave it at this. Aliens abducted millions of humans long ago and used them as slaves. I was the descendent of one."

"Was?" She asked, more confusion crossed their face.

"While on a routine salvage mission for our masters my old friends." I struggled with the word. It was still very foreign to me. "And I we discovered some strange egg sacks. They contained a parasitic species which gestated in our unfortunate bodies. However the one that gestated in me contained a mutated genetic code that allowed it to strip me of my soul when it was born, afterwards it was free from "The Hive", the alien hierarchy the creatures follow. When it was born however, it in exchange for my soul passed on the mutating effect to me, creating what you see before you. I was then from that moment on a servant of the Hive. My thoughts were theirs as their thoughts were mine."

"So what happened to this creature with your soul?" He asked me, still very confused.

"He managed to flee the Hive and somehow escape to another world inhabited by his kind, where he survived for sometime until that Hive found him. From there he somehow got to Earth and met up with a young girl who adopted him as a friend. Latter he became a part of her extended family at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters." When neither interrupted I continued, "A single unit was sent to retrieve him and destroy him, but he managed to not only destroy the unit, but increase his own empathic abilities. Then I was dispatched, and when I arrived on earth my proximity to him caused my soul to incrementally return to me, he having made his own from his experiences. When a final confrontation was at hand I lost when he suddenly forced my own soul and my past upon me. It was then I felt guilt, and resent all kinds of moral pain."

"But then why?" She asked, her confusion no longer about my origins.

"For a year I stayed with an underground Society called the Morlocks. With them I found my place, I found I was not meant for humanity. I started to then view myself less and less welcomed by my fellow Morlocks' and made my way here where eventually I made my first life altering decision." Their eyes locked onto mine. "I killed that man at the mall…" Their faces went aghast with horror. "He raped and murdered to young twin girls. Their deaths brought me out from my stupor. I couldn't let any others feel that pain." I chuckled lightly, "I guess some of the runt did rub off on me. He can't stand to see anyone, even his enemies in pain. So naïve."

When I looked at their faces they were tired and confused. I wouldn't blame them for not letting me see Sarah. I could almost see it on their faces.

"Why should we let you see her, how do we know you won't hurt her?" She was obviously going to be a very good mother.

"How can I possible hurt MY hero?" I asked, their faces went from their hard tired look to a soft happy, satisfied demeanor.

"He was right, you are a good person, you know despite you're killing sprees." Her husband chuckled.

"I only kill when necessary, or needed… to punish. And who said that?" I looked up as they were standing.

"Detective Harrigan. After the explosion yesterday he came bye to speak up for you." She looked at me. "We thought you knew."

"No, I didn't. To tell the truth Harrigan and I we don't always see eye to eye." I smiled as I went towards the door. Her husband stopped me.

"Feel free to stop by, and my names Rich, my wife is Sue." He gave me a strange set of keys. Now I looked confused, but he explained. "One of the men that raped her, he got off and threatened to kill her…" I felt my rage build. "I shouldn't have said that, now should I?" He smiled slyly as he pulled me out of his wife's range, I was really starting to like this guy.. "And until we sure of her safety this is the key to our front door and our back door. "Oh and do me a favor, don't kill the bastard, he owes to much money to his children and they won't get it if he's dead."

I nodded as I left. I was in the mood to terrorize someone, but first I need to see another.

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Harrigan was waiting by his window when I arrived. He looked dead tired, he had probably been under a lot of pressure for covering for me. I tapped on his window, he popped upright and opened it. I decided to sit in the frame, it was a large picture frame one.

"So, what'd they say?" He asked smiling, I held up the keys with a smile of my own.

"He also told me one of those bastards got away." I narrowed my eyes, letting him now I was serious.

"Right, lives in a favorite neighborhood of yours. South Central, when your down their you might want to check up on the kid you scared half to death." He pulled out a bottle of scotch and offered me a glass. For the first time I didn't refuse, I was curious as to how it tasted.

"Really, I thought it was more like three quarters to death." I gulped the liquid and coughed as it burned down my throat.

"First time's a bitch ain't it?" He was smiling like a lunatic. Then again for even helping me, I could see the lack of sanity. Then he got serious. "Couple things we have to discuss, some rules."

I narrowed my eyes, I didn't like being controlled. He knew it too.

"I'm not asking you to give up what you're doing, to damn dangerous. What I am asking is, don't kill everyone. It's not always needed."

"I don't kill everyone." I rolled my eyes.

"Try to hold your temper then. You're a scary guy, temper's don't help that." He swigged back his own glass. "Another thing, police are here to help, try letting them handle certain situations, ok?"

"Like what?"

"Well for starters, hostage crisis', kidnappings, investigations and anything that might involve you killing everyone if you get involved."

"And if they can't handle it, I just sit back and watch innocent people die?"

"No, not that, what I mean is. If we got things under control, will you let US handle it?" he set his glass on the desk.

"That I can do. Of course if by some happen chance Sarah and her family are involved…"

"If that happens I'll tell the mayor to kiss my ass when he says to stop you." I smiled as he filled my glass again. "And if you need any help, well I leave my window open sometimes and I can't always turn off my computer." I caught his grin.

Things were definitely starting to take shape. I liked this new role, perhaps HOMe was right, perhaps I wasn't a monster.

AN: Well so ends another chapter in Vile's story. any suggestion's not involving crossovers for number 10 are welcome.