Anyway, my version of the X crew goes as follows: the members of the X Men are Cyclops, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey as the Phoenix, Rogue, Shadowcat, Spyke, Colossus, Storm and Wolverine. The trainees consist of Iceman, Jubilee, the Scarlet Witch (who hasn't yet discovered that Magneto is her father and would began her search for him once she does find out, and I'm working on that as you read this, so be patient...), Berzerker, Psyche (Dylan Ecker, 15, a character created by me; he can project his consciousness out of his body and is also an empath, and plays a BIG part in the story), Magma, Cannonball, Sunspot, Psylocke and Multiple. This story also contains my version of the Dark Phoenix Saga, a very different version. So yeah!
Anyway, I should probably just stop talking and let the story speak... erm... type for itself, yeah? Enjoy! I proudly present "X-Men Evolution: The Shadow King Saga"!
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The Shadow King Saga
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Many years ago, before Charles Xavier founded the X-Men, there was a mutant named Amahl Farouk whose telepathic powers rivalled Charles' own, and was in fact, second only to him. Amahl Farouk was mis-using his powers, preferring to cause chaos with them instead of using them on small scales like most other mutants did (remember, the X-Men didn't exist at this time). Charles took Amahl Farouk down in a battle against him on the Astral Plane (a plane of existance which only telepaths can access). The result: Amahl Farouk was shut out of his body and his persona was trapped forever in the Astral Plane.
Unbeknownst to Xavier, Amahl Farouk's powers grew stronger while he was on the astral plane, and he became thoroughly evil and called himself the Shadow King. During his stay in the Astral Plane, he had created an abode for himself called the Shadow Room, and had come up with a plan to get back into the physical world, yes, that's the one everyone else is in, and kill Charles Xavier, for he was lusting for vengeance. His plan was to possess the body of someone on the physical universe, and using that body as a host, kill Xavier. But how was his plan going to work if there's nobody to possess?
Many years later...
"Oh mi gosh!" Multiple, the youngest member of the X-Men, otherwise known to most people as Jamie Madrox, screamed as a flaming red car, "flaming" as in literally flaming, flew through the night sky towards him and two others.
"Wanda, do something!" Another boy, this one taller, darker and obviously older, exclaimed at a girl around his height, whose hair was actually really dark red instead of black, who immediately raised her hands at the flaming car, and in a split second the car stopped moving completely, surrounded in a brilliant sapphire blue aura that matched exactly the glow about Wanda's hands. Another flaming car, blue this time, flew right at the group. The red car, under Wanda's control, hurled itself at the blue car, and both exploded in a burst of fiery orange and red.
"Wanda! Roberto! Jamie! How are things on your side?" A female voice echoed through the minds of the three young mutants.
"We're all right, Jean," Wanda addressed the disembodied voice which apparently resonated from deep inside their heads. "We just got attacked by two flying cars, but pretty much okay, though. How about you?"
On the other side of the scrap metal yard, a redheaded girl and a guy who was slightly taller than her ran through the maze of unwanted cars and fires which burst out at any random place at any random time.
"Fine, Wanda, fine," the girl concentrated on the three words and visualised them being sent to Wanda. Suddenly, a fire burst out in front of Jean and the guy, Cyclops. "We've got to go now! Aah!" Jean visualised Wanda receiving her message, and then grabbed on to Scott's hand to pull him three metres into the air where she was floating, away from the fire which had just sprung up, and then began to fly in the direction of the biggest fire, hoping to be of assistance.
"Haha!" A guy with fiery red hair and several flamethrower devices attached to his costume, known to everyone as John Allerdyce, but to the X-Men as Pyro, laughed maniacally as a fireball manifested in his right hand. "I wonder what other tricks you have up your sleeve?" He laughed yet again as he threw the fireball down at someone who, as if on cue, disappeared in a cloud of black smoke and reappeared beside a girl with blue eyes and brown hair tied in a ponytail. "Man, this guy's good!" The person who reappeared said in a strong German accent to the girl, who seemed completely unalarmed at his devilish features. "We all know that, Kurt," the girl replied, and then screamed and pointed at a flaming motorcycle flying towards them. Kurt grabbed onto the girl's hand and they both disappeared amidst smoke and the smell of brimstone.
Out of the shadow created by a lorry blocking the intense light of the blazing inferno Pyro was standing in the centre of, stepped Psylocke, a Chinese girl with a pink streak through her otherwise raven black hair, Berzerker, a blond guy with orange streaks through his spiky hair, slightly taller than Psylocke, Magma, a dark-skinned girl with chestnut hair and Psyche, otherwise known as Dylan Ecker, with dirty-blond hair and jet black pupils, all of them holding hands.
"That sure was a bumpy ride," Berzerker said to Psylocke. "At least I can teleport!" Psylocke retorted. "Anyway, how are we going to take Pyro down?" Magma asked urgently. "I can slice through his head," Psylocke said, "but I can't possibly survive the flames, so that's one idea down." "How about this; Berzerker and Magma distract him from the front while Psylocke teleports in from his back and then slices his head," Psyche suggested. "It'll still be extremely hot there," Magma pointed out. After staring into space for a few seconds with a puzzled look on his face, Berzerker lighted up, pointing out that he had an idea. "Psyche, you take Psylocke and you psst... psst... psst..." and then all of them do the thing that cartoon characters do to make it seem as if they are discussing but actually making "psst, psst" sounds, and then all of them shout, "Go!", and Psylocke and Psyche sit down in the lotus position while Magma and Berzerker run out front and start hurling fireballs and energy bolts at the maniacal Pyro who began hurling fireballs the size of the average motorcycle at the pair to cancel out their projectiles.
Sitting down and facing each other, Psylocke and Psyche held hands, and then Psyche's eyes suddenly glowed pink for a moment before both him and Psylocke slumped onto the floor unconscious. Behind Pyro, two pink orbs of light appeared, and then shone brilliantly as the light from the orbs spread out to form two copies of Psylocke and Psyche which could be mistaken for the real Psylocke and Psyche. As Pyro turned around to see what caused the glow of pink light, Psylocke instinctively thrust a blade, which seemed as if it was made out of shadows and was growing from her wrist, into Pyro's forehead. Pyro, physically unharmed, and looking like someone who just woke up from a hundred-year slumber, fainted onto the floor in a heap. The two superheroes who caused his downfall, or anyway, the copies of the two superheroes who caused his downfall, instantaneously dissolved into pink light and disappeared, and at the same time they disappeared, the unconscious Psylocke and Psyche jolted from what seemed like sleep and stood up again.
"How long do you think he'll remain like that?" Psyche asked. "Probably a few hours," Psylocke replied, "assuming he is real." Suddenly, the entire scrap metal yard faded away into a large silver circular room the size of a football field. "Class dismissed," an African woman said as she flew down from the ceiling where she was floating and addressed the roomful of mutants. "That was very good work there," she said, facing Berzerker, Magma, Psyche and Psylocke. "Thanks, Storm," Magma replied, obviously very flattered, or at least, Psyche knew she was flattered; Psyche was an empath. He could create and control and feel the emotions of others. So, he could feel the weird kind of happiness and warm, light feeling that one feels when he or she is flattered coming from Magma, Psylocke and Berzerker.
Very far away, in a place where the sky was pearly orange and pink, and the ground was also pearly orange and pink, a teenage boy walked around the vast land, curious of his surroundings. Out of the pearly orange ground, a man wearing a black cloak and a hood materialised.
"You're the first person I've met in all these years!" the mysterious man declared to the bewildered boy who seemed as if he wanted to fly away from the man who just sprouted from the floor. "Speak, my boy. From where do you project?" Looking very lost, afraid and just plain scared, the boy stammered, "..Wh... what do you mean? What do you mean 'project'? I... I don't know!" "Nonsense!" The cloaked man shouted as he pondered. "Only the most powerful telepaths can come here! What do you mean you can't project?" The cloaked man was very angry and it was obvious he wanted an answer.
"I... I don't know!" The boy replied. "I was walking out of my room, and then suddenly I glowed orangey-pink and then I was here!"
Stopping to think for a while, the cloaked man stumbled on the inkling that this boy had the ability to walk between the Astral Plane and the physical universe. "I've got to have you!" The cloaked man shouted, and then suddenly grabbed onto the boy's head, and both their eyes glowed black, as the cloaked man transformed into a mass of shadows and flew into the boy through his eyes, and two became one, as the boy fell to the ground.
Sitting up, the boy looked at his body, and then said in a malicious voice, "I have done it! I have got someone through which I can kill!"
Sitting back on the ground in a meditative pose, the boy, now possessed by the cloaked stranger, concentrated on getting into the physical universe, and he felt a peculiar floating feeling, and he was flying... and suddenly he fell to the ground and felt grass. Grass! The boy stood up, looking at the grass that he landed on, for there was no grass in the Astral Plane, and exclaimed, "I've come back! This is marvellous! Now all I need to do is find Xavier..."
With the body of a person who could travel through the Astral Plane towards Bayville, Massachussetts, and then materialise there, the Shadow King wasn't going to have a difficult time at all... not at all. But first, he needed to pay some people a visit.
Along the way to Massachusetts, the cloaked figure, actually the Shadow King, decided to put this boy whose body he possessed under his telepathic control and give him the codename Portal, for his abilities proved to be very useful. Now, he wanted to search for some mutants who could be of possible assistance to him. He needed someone who could attack, and someone who could defend, and someone who could assist him in other affairs. So many things to do, so little time...