Anyways, while I don't own X-Men Evolution (that honor goes to Marvel), I do own the character of Raze Mihrosa. He's one of my main RP characters in the guild.
The guild's slightly AU-ish, in that we throw continuity out the window, and think up our own plotlines.
Anyways, I'll be introducing three OCs in total in this fic, with the first three chapters having an introduction for each of them. The first two are ones that I use in the guild, and the third one is a character that I just thought up a few days ago. You'll have met 'em all by the time this is done.
Chapter 1: Raze
Every day, the first thing that Raze did as he got dressed was to put on the gloves. Not because he was trying to make a fashion statement, but because he didn't want to risk setting anything on fire. You see, Raze was a mutant, with a very volatile power. If he didn't have his gloves, there's a good chance that his hands would burst into flames. His feet did the same thing, but they were easier to contain.
Of course, most folks at Bayville High just thought he was trying to act cool. It was just as well, because he wasn't about to tell anyone that he was a mutant. He could just imagine what would happen then. He'd likely be chased out of the school. So, day after day, he kept the secret to himself, kept wearing the gloves, and kept avoiding any potential contact with most people.
He was a loner, but he was the loner that everyone wanted to be like. If only they knew...
He was used to being on his own, so it didn't bother him too much. What bothered him was the fact that even if he did want to get close to someone, he was afraid of his powers hurting them.
Today was a day like any other. He pulled on his gloves, grabbed his shades, snagged his wallet off the table, and set out for school. It was an average day, with average classes, and average amounts of boredom. Like any other day, he sat alone in the cafeteria, well aware of the half-dozen teenage girls staring at him and giggling amongst themselves.
However, he ignored them as he usually ignored most people. Except for that one girl, Rogue. Something about her seemed familiar, but not in the "I've met you before" sense. He couldn't quite place it, and probably wrote it off to her being the other loner of the school.
Anyways, his average lunch period would have continued as always, if Duncan Matthews hadn't decided to intervene. Duncan was the star of the football team, and the self-proclaimed king of the school. "Hey, Red," Duncan said, coming up behind Raze. He ruffled the young man's dark red hair, in a mocking sort of way. "You still owe me a soda for yesterday," he said, flanked by two of cronies, Mike and Dan. Raze let out an exasperated sigh. "Duncan, we've been over this. You threw the soda at someone behind me. If I ducked so it didn't hit me in the face, that doesn't mean I owe you a soda," Raze said, not bothering to turn around.
"Hey, turn around when he's talking to you," Mike said, placing a beefy hand on Raze's shoulder. Raze grabbed Mike's hand, and pinched into the joint just above where the bones of the thumb met the hand. Mike howled in pain, and clutching at his throbbing hand after Raze let go. "Mike, if you ever touch me like that again, I will break your wrist. Got it?" Raze said, getting rather irritated by Duncan and his cronies. "Red, you just made the biggest mistake of your life. You, me, in front of the school after class. I'm going to give you a lesson in respect," Duncan said, ruffling Raze's hair one more time. Raze's eye twitched, and he blurted out rather uncharacteristic. "You know what, Duncan? I accept your challenge. I'm going to knock some sense into that thick skull of yours. I'll see you then," Raze said, a finality in his voice.
Duncan backed up slightly from the sheer force of the words, and with a silent gesture to his "friends", walked off.
Dammit, what the hell did I just do? Raze thought to himself. A thousand horrible outcomes were running through his head, most of them having to do with him being exposed as a mutant. Not good. Really, really not good. I can't back out, or I'll never hear the end of it. And if I fight, I've got to be careful. I have to do this just right, or I'm screwed either way. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!
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Word of the upcoming fight had spread quickly through the student populace, and by the end of the day, a crowd of students had gathered to see the fight of the month, the Jock versus the Loner. Most people were betting on Duncan simply beating the tar out of Raze, but no one knew Raze well enough to judge. For all they knew, he could have been a martial arts master. He wasn't, but they didn't know that.
"So, you're not chicken after all, Red. Ready for your lesson?" Duncan said, flanked again by his two cronies. He cracked his knuckles, and simply looked at Raze with his usual cocky expression of contempt.
"Are you?" Raze responded, cocking an eyebrow behind his shades. "You treat everyone like your personal slaves. You walk around like you own this school. You think you're the big man on campus. Well, you know what they say. Pride comes before a fall," Raze said, trying to quash the feelings of dread about this fight. He was scared, but anyone would be scared if you had to fight the star of the football team.
"Shut your face!" Duncan shouted. He charged at Raze with all the power of a freight train. Unfortunately for the jock, he had all the agility of one too. Raze simply ducked to the side, letting Duncan barrel past him. Everytime Duncan through a punch, Raze sidestepped, ducked, or dodged out of the way.
"Stand still, you little worm!" Duncan yelled, getting angrier by the second. "What, and let you hit me?" Raze shot back. Then, Duncan landed a lucky blow that sent Raze skidding across the ground. He shook himself out and was getting to his feet when he noticed his glove was ripped. It was shredded pretty good from his little meeting with the asphalt. Shit! he thought, looking at his hand in a panic. Poking through the tears in the fabric were thin jets of flame, the first inklings of his powers breaking through. Not here! He couldn't afford to have his powers flare up now. So, thinking quickly, he got to his feet, and swiftly stuck his hand behind his back, wrapping it in his shirt and smothering the flames. "What's the matter, Red? Hurt your hand?" Duncan mocked.
"What, from that lucky shot? I'm just getting fired up!" Raze responded, not missing a beat. He turned to the side, and eyes still on Duncan, gave the universal sign for "Bring it on".
Growling in rage, the jock ran forward, determined to take down the little punk who dared to mock him. But in his rage, he got sloppy, and Raze capitalized on it. He sidestepped, and grabbed Duncan's arm. With a few swift kicks, the once-mighty "king of the school" was on his knees. Raising his foot almost to his face, Raze brought it down with immense force towards Duncan's head. With a millimeter to spare, the foot stopped. Duncan stared at it in total shock.
"Class dismissed," Raze said, lowering his foot to the ground, and walking away. Duncan just sat there, still in shock at being defeated by some punk.
Elsewhere in the crowd, however, two people who were watching the fight began to speak in low voices. "Did you see that?" the one with the red shades said, referring to the flames that had been pouring through the tears in Raze's glove. "Oh yeah. He was definitely worried," the red-headed girl responded.
"Should we talk to him?"
"Let's ask the professor first."
"Good idea."
The two walked off, and headed back to the mansion known as Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
And that's chapter one! So what did you think of Duncan getting some sense knocked into him? Personally, I always thought the character needed a swift kick in the ass. So, if you've read it, please review!
Chapter two will be up when I get around to writing it, which should be soon. I hope.
And just so you know, where Raze grabbed Mike's hand actually does cause pain. There's a nerve or something there.