I do not own any rights to any X-men: Evolution characters. I am not using
them to make any money and will not pass them off as my own ideas.
Catastrophe in my own character, as are any exploits he goes through that
do not involve the X-men. (The interaction he has with the X-men will be
from my own head, but in case I accidentally hit close to something someone
else already did I don't want to get prosecuted.)
Hope you enjoy my first attempt at this, and your comments on my work are wanted.
Where am I? What happened? WHAT HAVE I DONE? The thoughts seemed to run together as his head spun together. He wanted a grasp on the situation, and it wouldn't come to him. As he looked around him his surroundings gave no help. All he could see were trees, leaves, and the ground in the moonlight. He struggled to his feet, with help of one of the nearby trees. A chilling wind made his panic subside for a moment, as he felt cold. He looked down at his clothes, and his state of panic rose again. They were torn to shreds and had been stretched to the point they were at least two sizes bigger. That point was mood as the next thought entered his head. BLOOD!? His hands were covered in freshly dried blood, all the way up to his elbows. His tattered clothing also had blood caked on them so thick that he could still smell in, and feel its warmth against his skin. How did I get this on me? His mind finally asked, reaching a rational point. The dance is the last thing I can remember, and then...OH, GOD NO!!!
(Verve Pipe's Freshmen Plays in the background) "I love you." The words seemed to flow from her mouth as she whispered them in his ear. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid his eyes on, or at least in his mind she was. She had long, flowing redish brown hair. He face was round and framed by glasses. Her glasses looked natural on her, and she looked alluring with or without them. Her skin was so soft to the touch, and she had on a dress that made her look elegantly sexy. "I love you Sarah," came out almost out of reflex. He never could resist saying that to her. "You wanna get outta here," she prompted. He could've just answered the question with yes in a heartbeat, but that wasn't his style, nor did he want to seem too excited. So he said the one thing that he figured would make her smile. "Oh...and why would we do that," he asked, letter her know he knew what she meant. She did smile at that, and they both nodded. Holding each other around the waist they walked over to pick up her jacket, purse, and shoes. After getting around the other dancers they got outside, it was late into the night and a little windy. They walked down the street and to the parking lot where his truck was sitting. Out of nowhere they heard running coming from behind them. He heard her scream out, "STEVEN!" His name echoed in his head as everything went dark.
When Steven finally opened his eyes he saw a guy wearing a letter jacket. He had short buzzed blonde hair. He also had Sarah pined against the nearest vehicle, and was tearing at her dress. As the pain in his head subsided, and his anger raised Steven jumped to his feet. He was about to grab this neanderthal wannabe and beat him within an inch of his miserable life. The chance was taken from him as soon as he reached his feet. Three other guys came from behind Steven two grabbed his arms, and the third punched him in the back of the head. He couldn't move. He smelled the alcohol on their breath, as the laughed and cheered their friend on. Steven desperately yelled "LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!!" Then he heard the guy undo his pants, and saw the tears run down Sarah's beautiful face. The last word he could remember was...
Monster!? Why'd they call me that? WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?? His mind yelled in his head. He focused harder, and pushed for the memory. He could see flashes, like freeze frame pictures, of blood on the ground. He could hear the screams of the guys, feel the warmth of fresh blood on his hands, smell it, and taste it! What did I do? I...I...I killed them!! The realization snapped to his mind. He couldn't remember anything that happened, but he wasn't stupid either. His last memory was of that incident, and now he had blood all over him. It was the only explanation that made sense. Other questions rose in his mind almost instantly. How did I get out here, and where am I? What happened to my clothes? What happened to Sarah? Extreme fear struck him then. He knew he had killed them, and none of these questions changed that in his mind. He couldn't make sense of anything else, nor could his body cope with all this stress at once. He couldn't stay here, that much he knew. He didn't know where he was, but he did know that people were probably looking for him. He started to run, and ran for as long as he could. He was physically and mentally exhausted when he stopped. He sat down against a tree, and then everything went black.
I hope you guys like this, and there will be more just as soon as I can get it out. Thanks!
Hope you enjoy my first attempt at this, and your comments on my work are wanted.
Where am I? What happened? WHAT HAVE I DONE? The thoughts seemed to run together as his head spun together. He wanted a grasp on the situation, and it wouldn't come to him. As he looked around him his surroundings gave no help. All he could see were trees, leaves, and the ground in the moonlight. He struggled to his feet, with help of one of the nearby trees. A chilling wind made his panic subside for a moment, as he felt cold. He looked down at his clothes, and his state of panic rose again. They were torn to shreds and had been stretched to the point they were at least two sizes bigger. That point was mood as the next thought entered his head. BLOOD!? His hands were covered in freshly dried blood, all the way up to his elbows. His tattered clothing also had blood caked on them so thick that he could still smell in, and feel its warmth against his skin. How did I get this on me? His mind finally asked, reaching a rational point. The dance is the last thing I can remember, and then...OH, GOD NO!!!
(Verve Pipe's Freshmen Plays in the background) "I love you." The words seemed to flow from her mouth as she whispered them in his ear. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid his eyes on, or at least in his mind she was. She had long, flowing redish brown hair. He face was round and framed by glasses. Her glasses looked natural on her, and she looked alluring with or without them. Her skin was so soft to the touch, and she had on a dress that made her look elegantly sexy. "I love you Sarah," came out almost out of reflex. He never could resist saying that to her. "You wanna get outta here," she prompted. He could've just answered the question with yes in a heartbeat, but that wasn't his style, nor did he want to seem too excited. So he said the one thing that he figured would make her smile. "Oh...and why would we do that," he asked, letter her know he knew what she meant. She did smile at that, and they both nodded. Holding each other around the waist they walked over to pick up her jacket, purse, and shoes. After getting around the other dancers they got outside, it was late into the night and a little windy. They walked down the street and to the parking lot where his truck was sitting. Out of nowhere they heard running coming from behind them. He heard her scream out, "STEVEN!" His name echoed in his head as everything went dark.
When Steven finally opened his eyes he saw a guy wearing a letter jacket. He had short buzzed blonde hair. He also had Sarah pined against the nearest vehicle, and was tearing at her dress. As the pain in his head subsided, and his anger raised Steven jumped to his feet. He was about to grab this neanderthal wannabe and beat him within an inch of his miserable life. The chance was taken from him as soon as he reached his feet. Three other guys came from behind Steven two grabbed his arms, and the third punched him in the back of the head. He couldn't move. He smelled the alcohol on their breath, as the laughed and cheered their friend on. Steven desperately yelled "LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!!" Then he heard the guy undo his pants, and saw the tears run down Sarah's beautiful face. The last word he could remember was...
Monster!? Why'd they call me that? WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?? His mind yelled in his head. He focused harder, and pushed for the memory. He could see flashes, like freeze frame pictures, of blood on the ground. He could hear the screams of the guys, feel the warmth of fresh blood on his hands, smell it, and taste it! What did I do? I...I...I killed them!! The realization snapped to his mind. He couldn't remember anything that happened, but he wasn't stupid either. His last memory was of that incident, and now he had blood all over him. It was the only explanation that made sense. Other questions rose in his mind almost instantly. How did I get out here, and where am I? What happened to my clothes? What happened to Sarah? Extreme fear struck him then. He knew he had killed them, and none of these questions changed that in his mind. He couldn't make sense of anything else, nor could his body cope with all this stress at once. He couldn't stay here, that much he knew. He didn't know where he was, but he did know that people were probably looking for him. He started to run, and ran for as long as he could. He was physically and mentally exhausted when he stopped. He sat down against a tree, and then everything went black.
I hope you guys like this, and there will be more just as soon as I can get it out. Thanks!