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: That sounds good, flashback time!
Memories
As I took my time making my way to my target's residence I began to feel light headed. It was an after effect from the scotch, it was throwing me off in everything, I could barely stand, walk or even speak. I eventually collapsed as my thoughts went back to my beginning days with the Morlocks. I panicked as I felt this sensation of remembrance, I had purposely driven most memories to the back of my mind.
As I fell into a deep darkness I saw my arrival wan and wax, from there I became an official member of the underground group. They all assumed I was a mutant and that I had lost my memories, partly my fault I answered most of their questions with "I don't know". When they found out what I really was I feared their rejection, but instead they only made efforts to become closer to me. Then it happened, the inevitable. I found my own path, though I did not know it until a few months after when I found the twin discarded bodies in the mall, and it was not that of a Morlock.
I remembered one of the younger members, Torpid, a small child who couldn't speak. She had gotten lost once and somehow made her way to the surface, I followed as did Spyke, the undisputed second in command. When we found her she was calmly playing with other small children one of which was another mutant, a small sickly looking boy. Spyke insisted that we take her back before anyone could find her, when he tried she started to cry. The crying triggered something inside of me and I rushed out from my hiding spot, frightening all but the young child away. From there I tackled pulled Torpid from Spyke's arms and set her on the ground.
"She wants to play. Let her." I remembered growling in his face.
"It's to dangerous for her if someone came by…"
"They'd have me to deal with. I'll keep watch on her."
"She's coming back with us." He shot back an angry look.
"Let her play."
"We have to keep below." His temper was flaring and so was mine.
"Why? Let her play."
"It's safer, we go below, now." He didn't like me challenging his authority.
"Why?"
"It's safer for her."
"WHY?" I snapped, literally. "YOU'RE HUMAN! I BELONG DOWN THERE NOT YOU!"
He stumbled back before marching towards Torpid. I leapt in his way. "We're going."
"Let her play." I felt my eyes become a cold steel, unflinching in their decision.
"We're going, NOW!" He reached for her, I let my claws fly and I sent him sailing back into a tree, splintering and shattering it. By now a large crowd had gathered and I had just noticed them.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, they scattered for the most part, except one woman, I never realized it until now, but her pheromones were odd. When the crowd dispersed I noticed that Torpid was helping Spyke up and down into the sewers. I followed, letting strings of curses in the many alien languages I knew flow like water.
When we arrived back at the central area that served as our "home" I took a look around and was instantly disgusted. I ran for what constituted my room and began trashing it immediately, I didn't belong there and neither did the junk they gave me. I didn't even notice Callisto walk in until she made herself known.
"You done redecorating yet?" I spun to look at her. "Listen, we all know how protective of kids you are."
"I am not." I interrupted.
"Right, whatever. Just don't attack Spyke ever again ok, he's in charge for surface visits, you know that." She had turned to leave and then I spoke up, my decision was made.
"It doesn't matter."
"What?" She turned her head back.
"I'm leaving. I don't belong here." I pushed passed her. Spyke was sitting on the couch watching TV with Torpid and Calliban, the only person worth a good chess game.
As I made my way towards the exit one of the lesser members stopped me, an unwise move but I she was never an intelligent one. Then the idiot, Lucid and Cybelle, a friend of HOMe's joined in the blockade.
"We need to talk first." Callisto said from behind me.
"There is nothing to talk about, I don't belong here."
"That's not what Spyke told us you said." She came to face me.
"In anger I stated one falsehood, one truth. You don't belong here either." I waited for her to move, instead she continued to push my already stressed temper.
"We don't belong up there." She shook he head at me like I was a child.
"WHY? BECAUSE WE DON'T APPEAR HUMAN? IF I EVER BELIEVED THAT THEN I WOULD NEVER HAVE EVEN JOINED YOUR GROUP HUMAN!" My rage was let loose.
"We're mutants!"
"Human, mutant a line so damn clouded it doesn't exist except in the mind. I'm gone, forget about me. I was never one of you. I never hide from my enemies if they want me dead, let them bring their hate to me. I'll show them what pain is truly about." I went to leave but ScaleFace still blocked my path.
"Let him go, he's made his choice." Spyke said it very plainly with out moving his head from the TV. "Don't come back." I simply grunted as I left.
From there I went to say my goodbyes to the X-Men and HOMe, I had no idea why. Well I did, I didn't want to worry the runt into following me. He's to easily worried at leas with the knowledge of where I was going he might save me and his family some headaches. I knocked on the front door, a few seconds later the very short and annoyingly loud Gremlin appeared, Creature they called him. I called him easy prey.
"OH CHARLES, the gain roach is here to see you." He turned his head back with a smirk, that turned to fear as I palmed his tiny head.
"This concerns everyone brain stem." I chucked him into the common room as everyone simply gave me a look, it was a common occurrence.
"We were in the middle of watching an important news brief, concerning a rather violent 'mutant attack' today." Professor Xavier said in his usual self righteous tone.
"Spare me the lecture, this is my goodbye. I'm leaving tonight for the city called LA. Goodbye." I turned to leave.
-Vile-Brother leaving?- I heard HOMe's panicked voice in my head.
"Yes." I said it simply and walked out. I wasn't sure how they'd calm him down if at all, but it wasn't my concern any more. I was gone, a ghost of their past.
I was half way out of town when I noticed a strange sensation, someone was following me. As I cast my eyes over the rooftops I was using I was a strange bird, it's pheromones too were odd. I walked over to it carefully, it didn't fly away.
"What are you?" I asked, it then changed shape to a blue woman in a black miniskirt and top with red hair.
"You have an interesting view on humanity." She said, a mutant obviously, but I didn't care. I was leaving.
"Ignorant and in need of knowledge, that's all. Don't get me wrong, mutants are just as ignorant." I started to leave, but then another strange tingling sensation took over me, this time it was the electromagnetic poles of the earth being distorted from my senses.
"And who better to educate them then one of their own, altered by alien forces." A man in red and purple armor levitated in my path. I recognized him from the X-Men's files he was Magneto, another self-important, extreme politically viewed mutant. Only he didn't want peace, he was a war monger, a worshipper of death.
"I have no need to teach anyone anything, nor do I feel like supporting a monster again." Apparently I struck a nerve as he launched a large plate of metal at me. Apparently he hadn't done his research as I simply dodged it with a smile. "Oh so you want to play…"
The woman then shifted form once more, this time though she took my own form, altering it to her own face. I wasn't to happy with that. She charged me without delay, a fast woman, supported by the enhanced form that was mine, but I had years of experience in this body. I took her charge and smacked her hard with an open palm, it rendered her unconscious immediately. I turned my smile to Magneto.
"Care to try your luck or does your female make a good example."
He narrowed his eyes at me before simply turning and leaving, apparently she had made a good example. As I left though I heard her mumble something about not wanting to hide anymore. I guess she was tired of humans fearing her, or maybe she was just tired of being afraid. Either way, I sensed something strangely calm inside her, like a forgotten goodness straining against her evils to break free. If I had stayed I might have been able to help her, instead I left. I left her there on the rooftops.
When I came to from my memories I was acutely aware of two things, one it was daylight and two I had a raging headache. I made a pact right there, no more scotch when looking for assholes.
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"It failed Sinister." Magneto said as he entered Magneto's lair.
"Well, you try taking a rocket propelled grenade in the stomach and try surviving. Don't worry though, these improved genetic codes should prove useful." Sinister smiled as he stirred a cup on his table and marked on some notes.
"Improved Genetics?" Magneto raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly, I have taken the three most useful mutant genetic traits and mixed them in. As a result it will now be able to heal at great speeds, shape shift and even teleport. The perfect killing machine, I just wish I had a sandwich to name after it." Sinister said jokingly. "And Speaking of witches." He eyed Mystique as she walked in.
"The nurse's husband did exactly as you thought, the home should be open in a few days." She said.
"Days?" Magneto asked
"He stopped by the detective's office, they got drunk together. He should be out for a few hours then back on the trail." Mystique turned to leave.
"Make sure he doesn't survive." Magneto shouted as she left. He then turned back to Sinister. "After this how assured of it's loyalty can we be?"
"The DNA is marvelous, I can keep adding, and adding DNA strands continually and it will assimilate them into form. A truly magnificent evolutionary adaptation, wondrous." His eyes gleamed like a child that just got a new toy.