jg4338charter.net: Hey thanks, and I hope you like how I use him.
Oceanbang: I think so, the guy is like Berserker on steroids (power wise) so it should be interesting.
Sparky Genocide: Yeah I wanted something a little unique yet keeping in with what happened. Plus you'll find out at the end of this chapter.
Red Witch: Well I hope I can still surprise you a little
The Uncanny R-Man: Yes I am planning on a few other Spider-man characters popping up later in the story, no real plans yet, but I got a few ideas I'm playing around with.
SPIDER-X
CHAPTER 13: BIRTH OF ELECTRO
Max wasn't sure what had happened to him. He knew he should be dead. His clothing and the raincoat were scorched but he seemed fine. Then he saw his project. Or what was left of it and groaned.
It was sitting there partially melted and fused together in some places but ultimately it was nothing more then a giant metallic paperweight. He looked down on it angrily. 'If it wasn't for Trent it would have worked, all my work gone! It took me months! DAMN HIM!'
He kicked the device. He knew all his work was for nothing. So he picked it up and went to the ground floor. It was still early so no one was in just yet except for the early morning people. But that was a small group so he easily made his way without being noticed.
When he reached the back alley he went to the dumpster and threw in his device and the ruined raincoat. He walked home, in despair. Not only did he have to start all over again from scratch but also he knew by the time he got home he could only change before going back for work.
He tried to check his watch but found the surface blank. 'Great I need a new one now, probably fried it.' He thought. 'At least I don't have any filling or braces, those most likely would have fused my mouth shut.'
He made it home, and slowly opened the door. The last thing he needed was to wake up his old man. He cautiously made his way to his room and quickly changed into some clean clothes. As soon as he finished he walked out of his room only to suddenly have a hand grab his shirt collar and slam him into a wall.
"Were the Hell have you been?" His father angrily said to him. Max turned his head from the stench of beer and whatever it was that he had been eating with it.
"I was out late doing something alright?" Max said harshly to him, unfortunately he didn't realize that was a mistake before a hand cuffed him upside the head.
"You don't talk back to you better like that boy." He said sneering at him. "You little worthless punk. No wonder you drove off your mother like you did."
Max laughed on the inside. He knew it was him that truly did it, he was just a scapegoat for him. He didn't want to take this anymore, he hated this man more then anybody, and considering the last 24 hours alone Max was at the breaking point.
"Just leave me ALONE!" He yelled out and tried to push him away. The only thing that surprised him was electrical energy coming out of his hands zapping his father straight into the next room. Max stood there frozen by what had just happened.
He looked at his hands and saw them alive with electricity dancing around them. He knew this was impossible that this was against everything he knew about science and electricity. But he ignored that part of his mind. He focused on something else that had accrued to him.
In the first time in his life he had true power. He could feel it now coursing through his body, he never felt more alive or powerful. And as he looked at the crumbled, twitching and unconscious body of his father he knew exactly what to do with it.
LATER...
Trent was going down the halls casually. He knew he should be doing something but he figured why bother. It's not like he would get fired. He was along in one of the hallways, looking for Max. He was late today and he couldn't wait to tear him a new one about it.
He stopped for a drink at a water fountain when the power seemed to be cut. "Great, typical California brown outs." He said to himself. He could hear other people shouting a few curses of their own.
Trent was in the heart of the building so there were no windows for any light for him to see by, he figured the emergency lightly would kick in soon anyway. When they did he saw Max at the end of the hall. Trent grinned and walked to him. "Well look who finally showed up for work." But as he got closer he could see something was different about him.
Max wasn't afraid of him. In fact he was grinning himself. "Time for some payback Trent." He said coldly and before Trent could say anything he was surprised as Max raised his arm and Trent was sent off his feet as a bold of electricity slammed into his chest.
Trent tried to move but it was too difficult. He felt the burning sensation in his chest and managed to move just enough to look at Max. He was horrified to see electrical energy flowing around him. "Wh-what the Hell are you?!"
"Power." Was all Max said. He started walking forward and as he did the electricity on his shot out from his body attacking the walls, ceilings and the emergency lights. There were holes being punched though them and small fires were starting.
Trent looked at him with total fear and Max loved every second of it. He grabbed Trent by the head. "Tell me do you know what electro shock therapy is?" Trent's eyes widened in fear at this question. "Ah so you do, well did you know that if you run a certain current through a brain long enough you can rend someone a vegetable? No? Well you're about to find out!"
Then Max sent an electrical current through his fingertips on Trent's head into his brain. Trent screamed out as his body jerked from the spasms. Max kept it on, when the scream died, and still went on until Trent's eyes were rolled back into his head and he was foaming at the mouth. When he looked down on Trent he was twitching and drooling and nothing but a vacant look was in his eyes.
Max grinned happily at his work. He could hear the voices of others coming so he decided to leave. He had done what he had came here to do.
As the paramedics were loading Trent unto the ambulance one of them looked at him and shook his head. "Poor kid got his brains scrambled."
"No kidding." The other said. "I mean that electrical fire was bad enough but I don't even want to think of what this kid went through when whatever hit him. I mean look at the scorch mark on his chest. He must have hit a power cable or something."
"Yeah, what are the odds or two of these happening so soon?"
"What do ya mean?" His partner asked.
"You didn't hear? Erica told me while you were on break that she and her partner got called to this kid's apartment. Apparently his father had a bad electrical accident."
"Man is he alright?"
"Pretty much like the kid here."
"Man I feel sorry for that kid who found his dad like that. Must have been hard on him to see his father like that."
"Probably."
A FEW DAYS LATER...
Max was standing on a building over looking the people down below him in the morning sun. "They all look like bugs from up here." He said to himself.
"In a way they are, at least compared to us." Said a feminine voice from behind him. Max twisted around preparing to fry whoever it was. He was too surprised by what he saw at first to do anything. There was this older woman there with red hair, but with blue skin in a tight black leather clothing that made her look kind of hot to him.
"Who-what are you?" He stammered.
She smiled at him, and he felt a chill move through his spin. "My name is Mystique. I work for a man who I think you'll like to meet. He feels that those with power should use it. We are different then other people, we're better then them." She said pointing at the streets below.
Max looked down on them and couldn't help but agree with her. "I can offer you a place where there are others like you, other with powers and who feel the same as you do." She said to him.
'Others like me?' Max thought. He thought he was unique, but if there were others in this world then, maybe for the first time he might not be alone, maybe that was the one place where he would fit in, where he belonged. The idea appealed to him, he never did fit in here, he hated this city and everything and everyone in it if he could leave it all behind so much the better.
"Alright, I'm in. When do we leave?" Max asked her.
She smiled at him and morphed into a more normal looking woman in a suit, glasses and short black hair. "Right now after we get anything from your home you wish to take with us." Max nodded his head and they started off. "First thing we need is a new name for you, you see all of us have a different name to go by, usually in relation to our powers."
Max thought about it for a minute, and then a smile crept onto his face. "Well then, call me Electro."
UP NEXT CHAPTER 14: THE GANGS ALL HERE
The Brotherhood meet their new member and the remaining mutants return to the Institute.
As a side note, I just had an inspiration about Electro and Spider-Man that I didn't think of before consciously. Here we have two people giving powers, and they both use them for different purposes. Now is it the power that decides who is good or evil, is it the circumstances, they way their life was or is it just bring out something that was always there inside of them?
I just thought I share that revelation, seeing as they are two opposites of the same coin.
Oceanbang: I think so, the guy is like Berserker on steroids (power wise) so it should be interesting.
Sparky Genocide: Yeah I wanted something a little unique yet keeping in with what happened. Plus you'll find out at the end of this chapter.
Red Witch: Well I hope I can still surprise you a little
The Uncanny R-Man: Yes I am planning on a few other Spider-man characters popping up later in the story, no real plans yet, but I got a few ideas I'm playing around with.
SPIDER-X
CHAPTER 13: BIRTH OF ELECTRO
Max wasn't sure what had happened to him. He knew he should be dead. His clothing and the raincoat were scorched but he seemed fine. Then he saw his project. Or what was left of it and groaned.
It was sitting there partially melted and fused together in some places but ultimately it was nothing more then a giant metallic paperweight. He looked down on it angrily. 'If it wasn't for Trent it would have worked, all my work gone! It took me months! DAMN HIM!'
He kicked the device. He knew all his work was for nothing. So he picked it up and went to the ground floor. It was still early so no one was in just yet except for the early morning people. But that was a small group so he easily made his way without being noticed.
When he reached the back alley he went to the dumpster and threw in his device and the ruined raincoat. He walked home, in despair. Not only did he have to start all over again from scratch but also he knew by the time he got home he could only change before going back for work.
He tried to check his watch but found the surface blank. 'Great I need a new one now, probably fried it.' He thought. 'At least I don't have any filling or braces, those most likely would have fused my mouth shut.'
He made it home, and slowly opened the door. The last thing he needed was to wake up his old man. He cautiously made his way to his room and quickly changed into some clean clothes. As soon as he finished he walked out of his room only to suddenly have a hand grab his shirt collar and slam him into a wall.
"Were the Hell have you been?" His father angrily said to him. Max turned his head from the stench of beer and whatever it was that he had been eating with it.
"I was out late doing something alright?" Max said harshly to him, unfortunately he didn't realize that was a mistake before a hand cuffed him upside the head.
"You don't talk back to you better like that boy." He said sneering at him. "You little worthless punk. No wonder you drove off your mother like you did."
Max laughed on the inside. He knew it was him that truly did it, he was just a scapegoat for him. He didn't want to take this anymore, he hated this man more then anybody, and considering the last 24 hours alone Max was at the breaking point.
"Just leave me ALONE!" He yelled out and tried to push him away. The only thing that surprised him was electrical energy coming out of his hands zapping his father straight into the next room. Max stood there frozen by what had just happened.
He looked at his hands and saw them alive with electricity dancing around them. He knew this was impossible that this was against everything he knew about science and electricity. But he ignored that part of his mind. He focused on something else that had accrued to him.
In the first time in his life he had true power. He could feel it now coursing through his body, he never felt more alive or powerful. And as he looked at the crumbled, twitching and unconscious body of his father he knew exactly what to do with it.
LATER...
Trent was going down the halls casually. He knew he should be doing something but he figured why bother. It's not like he would get fired. He was along in one of the hallways, looking for Max. He was late today and he couldn't wait to tear him a new one about it.
He stopped for a drink at a water fountain when the power seemed to be cut. "Great, typical California brown outs." He said to himself. He could hear other people shouting a few curses of their own.
Trent was in the heart of the building so there were no windows for any light for him to see by, he figured the emergency lightly would kick in soon anyway. When they did he saw Max at the end of the hall. Trent grinned and walked to him. "Well look who finally showed up for work." But as he got closer he could see something was different about him.
Max wasn't afraid of him. In fact he was grinning himself. "Time for some payback Trent." He said coldly and before Trent could say anything he was surprised as Max raised his arm and Trent was sent off his feet as a bold of electricity slammed into his chest.
Trent tried to move but it was too difficult. He felt the burning sensation in his chest and managed to move just enough to look at Max. He was horrified to see electrical energy flowing around him. "Wh-what the Hell are you?!"
"Power." Was all Max said. He started walking forward and as he did the electricity on his shot out from his body attacking the walls, ceilings and the emergency lights. There were holes being punched though them and small fires were starting.
Trent looked at him with total fear and Max loved every second of it. He grabbed Trent by the head. "Tell me do you know what electro shock therapy is?" Trent's eyes widened in fear at this question. "Ah so you do, well did you know that if you run a certain current through a brain long enough you can rend someone a vegetable? No? Well you're about to find out!"
Then Max sent an electrical current through his fingertips on Trent's head into his brain. Trent screamed out as his body jerked from the spasms. Max kept it on, when the scream died, and still went on until Trent's eyes were rolled back into his head and he was foaming at the mouth. When he looked down on Trent he was twitching and drooling and nothing but a vacant look was in his eyes.
Max grinned happily at his work. He could hear the voices of others coming so he decided to leave. He had done what he had came here to do.
As the paramedics were loading Trent unto the ambulance one of them looked at him and shook his head. "Poor kid got his brains scrambled."
"No kidding." The other said. "I mean that electrical fire was bad enough but I don't even want to think of what this kid went through when whatever hit him. I mean look at the scorch mark on his chest. He must have hit a power cable or something."
"Yeah, what are the odds or two of these happening so soon?"
"What do ya mean?" His partner asked.
"You didn't hear? Erica told me while you were on break that she and her partner got called to this kid's apartment. Apparently his father had a bad electrical accident."
"Man is he alright?"
"Pretty much like the kid here."
"Man I feel sorry for that kid who found his dad like that. Must have been hard on him to see his father like that."
"Probably."
A FEW DAYS LATER...
Max was standing on a building over looking the people down below him in the morning sun. "They all look like bugs from up here." He said to himself.
"In a way they are, at least compared to us." Said a feminine voice from behind him. Max twisted around preparing to fry whoever it was. He was too surprised by what he saw at first to do anything. There was this older woman there with red hair, but with blue skin in a tight black leather clothing that made her look kind of hot to him.
"Who-what are you?" He stammered.
She smiled at him, and he felt a chill move through his spin. "My name is Mystique. I work for a man who I think you'll like to meet. He feels that those with power should use it. We are different then other people, we're better then them." She said pointing at the streets below.
Max looked down on them and couldn't help but agree with her. "I can offer you a place where there are others like you, other with powers and who feel the same as you do." She said to him.
'Others like me?' Max thought. He thought he was unique, but if there were others in this world then, maybe for the first time he might not be alone, maybe that was the one place where he would fit in, where he belonged. The idea appealed to him, he never did fit in here, he hated this city and everything and everyone in it if he could leave it all behind so much the better.
"Alright, I'm in. When do we leave?" Max asked her.
She smiled at him and morphed into a more normal looking woman in a suit, glasses and short black hair. "Right now after we get anything from your home you wish to take with us." Max nodded his head and they started off. "First thing we need is a new name for you, you see all of us have a different name to go by, usually in relation to our powers."
Max thought about it for a minute, and then a smile crept onto his face. "Well then, call me Electro."
UP NEXT CHAPTER 14: THE GANGS ALL HERE
The Brotherhood meet their new member and the remaining mutants return to the Institute.
As a side note, I just had an inspiration about Electro and Spider-Man that I didn't think of before consciously. Here we have two people giving powers, and they both use them for different purposes. Now is it the power that decides who is good or evil, is it the circumstances, they way their life was or is it just bring out something that was always there inside of them?
I just thought I share that revelation, seeing as they are two opposites of the same coin.