Hey fellow writers, second chapter finally posted. and the muched deserved replies are here;

Agent-G: Thanks for the website; i'm being to understnd what you wrote earlier. I lost he channel that broadcasted X-Men: Evolution and missed the entire fourth season and it's been forever since i've watched any of the show. And if i explained why Amara got drunk or why Kale kills so violently without and apperant remorse, that would kill the story. And i think you might find who Kale's brother is a little shocking.

Mareo and Anime: Hey, it's okay; i wasn't angery. I was just a little shocked to have my writing recived so well for once. Thanks for the incouragement.

And now on with the show...

Glimpsing the Past and Blasted into the Present

Two days later…

Kale slowly walked into his house, kicking the door closed behind him; he hung his coat on the coat rack lazily. He had just been riding his bike out on the high roads, making a quick trip to Dublin to pick up some equipment and he was sore from riding his bike for that long. And it had poured the entire time he had been ridding, soaking every inch of his body.

Kale rotated his neck around his shoulders, making his entire neck joints crack. Arching his back in the air, Kale felt as the rest of spine crack all the way down. He ran a tired hand through his wet hair, groaning with exhaustion.

Closing his eyes, Kale shuddered slightly as his body glowed a ruby red. Slowly, his clothes start to dry, the water being sucked out of his clothes and going on the outside of the red film. It soon sizzled up into steam and disappeared into the air.

Kale slowly walked into the living room and slumped down in a large chair, sliding down he was almost lying in it. With a low groan, Kale tried to fight his tired eyelids from sliding down. Kale really didn't want to sleep for two main reason; the first reason was that the other inhabitants of the town might start to get ideas of having a dragon barbecue. But his second reason was more personal and much darker; he was having nightmares

Their not nightmares, nightmares built from the subconscious mind Kale thought, as he sat up. Their memories. Memories of the life I was forced to live.

Groaning, Kale stood and went into the kitchen. It was a small kitchenette with a gas stove and fridge. Opening the fridge, Kale pulled out a large PowerAde bottle and drank half of it in one swing.

His nightmares were something that Kale tried so desperately to get rid of, but he knew he never would. He never would until he forgave himself for what he had been forced to do and Kale had no intention of doing so.

When Kale and his adopted brother were sent to an orphanage, a secret organization calling themselves the Hassassin Blade took them and put the two of them through inhuman experiments and training. There were other children that were involved, but the draconic teenager snarled at the memory of his former teammates; he remembered the betrayal and the scars that were left on him because of it.

Kale drew a shaky breath and tried to stop his hands from shaking, which was starting to crush the plastic bottle. He felt his eyes pulsing with power as they began to glow and his skin hardening into scales. Kale fought it for a minute then let it go; he needed to be in his dragon state. It was easier to deal with his past that way.

He looked down at his now scaled hand, his nails had extended at least two centimeters into in long black talons. His hands were covered in circular and small triangular scales, giving him a powerful grip but also made them extremely sensitive.

Looking up he saw his reflecting in a window pane, smirking at his appearance. His head was like a mix between a Komodo dragon and an iguana. It was long and sleek, his eyebrows raised over his eyes, so that they appeared to be sunken in. His neck had a large flank on it, which extended from his the front of his bottom jaw to the bottom of his neck.

His head had a few spikes protruding from his cheeks and his snout. Kale's smirk grew bigger, revealing a set of razor sharp fangs. The fangs were sharp enough to snap metal, which Kale learnt from personal experience; the fact that they were at least six centimeter long and his jaw muscles were able to strong enough to hold onto a speeding bike, it wasn't surprising to him.

Kale shuddered and let his tail slide out his pants, lying along the ground like an emerald snake. Kale loved his powers and was very found of his tail, having learnt a few tricks with it. At five feet long and holding enough strength to punch through two feet of rock, Kale had found a few useful tricks for it.

Kale lifted his arms above his head and rotated them around his arms sockets, stretching out the arm ligaments. Walking into the living room, Kale approach a pole running through he roof and down into the floor. Grasping the pole with his arms, Kale pulled himself up effortlessly.

When he got to the top of the pole, he was on the second floor and walking though the dark he made his way to the light switch, flicking it with his tail; the overhead flood light flickered on, bright white light revealing the room.

Kale had cleared the entire second level of the house and put down wooden floor over the cement floor. He had personally varnished the wood and painted the walls; transforming it into a large hall that he called his dojo.

Kale made his way to one of the smaller sections of the wall and grabbed a handle that was sticking out. Pull with all his might, Kale opened the weighted door open. Inside, katana swords were set on stands, kama's and tonfa's hung on the wall and on shelves were thing from sai's to Bo staffs to linked weapons.

Over the two years he had stayed in the small village, Kale had made over a thousand different martial weapons in his spare time from the ton the scrap metal he had found in the basement.

Kale reached into the closet and pulled out a black scabbard katana, the one sword he never made, but had been given. Giving it a gentle push of his thumb and the blade extended an inch, its bright blade reflecting his green scales.

Firmly grasping the handle firmly, Kale pulled the blade out like lightening and brought it around in a fast arch that was level with his chest; the simple movement would have severed a mans arm easily. Kale wept the blade close to the ground; bring the blade up to the level of his eyes, the sword firmly staying in place

Kneeling down, Kale rested the scabbard down and grasped the handle with his other hand, keeping the blade level as he rose. Closing his eyes, Kale call upon his Iaido training from his personal sensei in the Hassassin Blade, Tattoo; Kale smirked at the memory of his first mentor.

Tattoo was once a member of the ninja clan, The Hand, but when he was left to die by the hands of a rogue assassin, the Hassassin Blade rescued him. Tattoo was a mutant by all respects; his body was covered in tattoos of various animals and at his command his tattoos would come to life and do his bidding.

Tattoo and Kale had formed an uncanny friendship, the older man's patience and knowledge matched by the young boy's strength and potential. After two years of intense training on the Hokkaido Island in Japan, Sensei Tattoo deemed Kale worthy enough to be bestowed with his own katana and left him to his future staying in Japan to try and make peace with his own demons.

Kale mentally pictured three samurai's in his mind's eye, two in front of him and one behind him. Breathing deeply, Kale brought the blade in an arch in front of him and brought it up along side his face.

Whirling the katana in his hand so the blade was in a reversed grip, Kale whipped around and slices the samurai behind him across the leg, knocking him down. Whipping the blade up, Kale plunged the sword blade into the samurai's stomach.

Pulling his sword free, he blocked the one of the other samurai's with his sword and ducked under the other warrior's blade. Bringing his blade around, Kale slammed the razor sharp edge of the blade across the second man's stomach, cutting half way in his midriff.

He then kicked the first samurai in the head, knock him down and knocked the sword from the hands of the man hanging from his sword. Pulling the sword out from the man with a thin trailing of blood, Kale slammed the tip of the katana into the first samurai's head, killing the two men effectively.

Opening his eyes, Kale was once again alone in his dojo, alone with his dark and twisted past. Kale wasn't proud of the fact that he had killed several thousands of lives, he wasn't proud of the fact that he had shared a rather vigorous and exotic relationship with of his teammates, he really hated the fact that the sins he continually asked God for forgivness for would never be forgiven.

Kale was however proud of a few things; he had saved lives as well as take them, he had been his brother's one and only lifeline for ten years, he was the master of at least seven martial arts and he had set several mutants free when he and his brother escaped.

Growling with rage and self hatred, Kale flung his katana at the wall and embedded the blade at least three inches in the stone wall. Falling onto his knees, Kale slammed his fist into the wooden floor, splintering the wood beneath his fist.

"Come on, God-"Kale yelled, raising his upper body so he sat up straight "-please show some kind of path that I must take."

A crashing of glass from one of the windows was all the answer he got. The small object, bounce along the floor and rolled so it was right in front of him. It took him almost five seconds to recognize the object in front of him as a grenade.

"Holy Sh-"Kale never finished his sentence, because the small explosive exploded and sent Kale flying to the other side of the room and through the wall. His scales and super human strength took the initial brunt of the explosion, but being blasted through a wall was too much for him.

As soon as Kale hit the ground, this was twenty feet down on mud and rocks, his body reverted to its human form. But since Kale no longer had his firm, almost sandpaper skin to hold onto the ground, Kale went sliding for at least another fifteen feet. When he finally came to a stop, Kale just lay there, thanking any every god that he could think of; he even made one or two up on the spot.

Kale's powers had certain limitation before he was forced to go back into his human form and surving explosions was easy, sure, but add in everything else at once….and it was down right painful.

"Fuckin' bloody hell" Kale murmured, his voice breaking to no more than a whisper and his vision blurring badly.

Kale forced his aching body to sit up, ended falling right back down on his back. The last thing he saw before giving into the darkness was a sleek ebony ship hovering down on top of him, a bright white light shining from the hull.

"Jeez…if you…wanted me…dead…you just…had to ask…Oh Lord." Kale said weakly, as his head slumped down, his burning eyes snuffing out.

Okay, this chapter was a little rushed and extremely forced, I know, but I didn't really have any other way of getting him to the X-Men. Plus I wanted to give an idea of what he could withstand if caught off guard; and this really nagging voice told me to get on with it.

If the surprise appearance by Tattoo was a little annoying for you I'm sorry, but he was just one kick ass character in my opinion. Hopefully not too many people will mind him appearing one or two more times.

Anyway, Please read and review soon; it fuels the will to write more.