I don't own anything! The sequel is here this is all I could manage to crank out for today since I have other things to do but I finally wanted to get the sequel started hope you like the small changes that I've made also even though I put down Cletus K./Carnage in the character box it's only because putting two OC's down for one story seemed odd so think of Cade K./Carnage also just because I didn't put up Illyana and Roberto doesn't mean I'm not going to talk about them. But for now enjoy the start of the sequel!!!

ST. ESTES REFORM SCHOOL

CALIFORNIA 2005

The night was nothing but pitch black and the sound of insects buzzing and chirping nearby as the old building stood there in the middle of nowhere with nothing but a few hedges and a metal gate and fence and only a few orange lights seeping through the windows in the place.

Inside sitting on the hard cold floor in his room by the toilet was none other than Cletus Kasady who was young as ever no more than around 17 years old with short crimson red hair at the time still is a class A psychopath. The dim light of the room only provided so much light but enough for him to be able to see the fresh rat tail that he cut off from one of his little friends that tend to run through his room from time to time.

Cletus deadly eyes gleam with fascination at the rat tail that he's currently wrapping around his finger.

"Lights out!" The headmaster publicly announces, a moment later the dim light in Cletus' room is out turning his face and body outline into nothing but a silhouette the only light left in the room is the natural rays of moonlight shining through his window behind him. Cletus is unbothered and proceeds to play with the rat tail.

"Cletus, are you there?" A echoing sound of a girl rings out.

Cletus smiles in the darkness of the room, "My Angel, this is for you." Cletus responds. Taking the rat tail and tying it to a long thread of string and shoving it up a broken rusty pipe.

On the other side of the room facing the opposite wall against her own toilet is a young woman with long dark hair and chocolate mocha skin and brown eyes and appears to be around no more than 17 herself with a baby bump on her stomach showing through her pajamas, Frances Barrison a mutant with a power that has yet to be revealed.

The string comes out of her end and sees the rat tail all wrapped up on the string and takes it.

Back in the other room Cletus is still against the wall by the toilet with a intrigued look of pure interest on his face.

"What did the doctors say, Frances?" Cletus asks his girlfriend and one day to be his wife.

Frances' face becomes filled with fear and also a bit of joy, "They said that my mutation is advancing, that my power is too strong!" Frances says a few stray tears rolling down her face.

"And what did they say about our child?" Cletus asks her leaning back towards the wall even more listening intently.

Frances gives a sad smile that's a mixture of joy and horror, "They said our baby is healthy, they think it's a boy." Frances answers with a cry of joy in the end, knowing she's going to give birth to a son.

Cletus on the other end smiles to himself, "A boy? I'm going to have a son, someone to carry on my legacy!" Cletus says proudly more to himself than Frances.

"Cletus, I also heard the doctors saying that based on the test results our baby's not a mutant, and that he's one of the rare few that most likely won't inherit my powers, Cletus I'm scared!" Frances quietly quivers fidgeting with the rat trial in her hands as more tears fall down her face.

"It's gonna be okay." Cletus says soothingly trying to comfort his girlfriend.

Frances sobs some more feeling her heart about to break especially at what she has to tell him next, "They're coming to take me away, they're sending me to a place where there are others like me, but they said that they won't let me keep our baby, that they're sending him to an orphanage!" She shakes out sincerely scared she's going to lose her son.

Cletus feels the blood boiling in his veins as his fist clenches tightly shaking his head barely keeping himself from lashing out, "They can't do that, they can't take away my family, they can't take you away from me, you are my one bright light, they can't take my heir away, they can't take my son away!" He begins trembling with rage.

"Let's name him Cletus? Let's give our son a name, how about Cade? Cade Kasady?" Frances asks.

Cletus considers this, "Cade? I like it, it's strong unique, and deadly to me at least, Cade it is!" Cletus tells his girlfriend.

Frances looks back down to her stomach and runs a hand over her bump and smiles.

Not a moment later the metal door unlocks and flies open as a bunch of men storm into her room and grab her forcefully.

Frances looks back one more time, "I will always love you!" Frances cries out as she is dragged out of the room and down the hall.

Cletus loses it as he, runs to the window and sees a police van waiting by the entrance he witnesses his girlfriend being forced into the van, "Frances!!" Cletus screams out as he brings punching the window over and over again desperately and violently trying to break the glass until his fist starts to bleed smearing blood from his knuckles onto the window but he doesn't feel the pain.

"No! No!" Cletus screams continuing his merciless assault on the barred window.

The doors to the van shut and the vehicle drives down the path and out onto the road.

In the back of the van is Frances and on the other side is a young police officer with the two other drivers in the front and a metal divider between them. Separating her and the officer from the others.

Frances looks at the guy's name tag, reading 'P. MULLIGAN'.

She looks back up to him. "Any last words?" Frances asks the young officer that appears to be no more than in his early 20s from the looks of it. He looks up to her curiously what she means by that.

Frances slowly inhales as the air becomes slightly visible and opens her mouth and let's out a supersonic scream or in this case shriek seeing the sound waves clear as day aimed right at officer Mulligan who grips his head and ears in pain letting out his own scream for the sudden assault of noise from the girl. The sound waves are powerful enough to tip the van over on the side. Officer Mulligan manages to get to his gun and pulls it out Frances tries to grab the gun while the cop is slightly incapacitated for the piercing ringing of his ears. But officer Mulligan manages to aim it at her head and pulls the trigger.

Frances goes flying out the back doors of the van and her lifeless body laying on the ground.

Officer Mulligan observes the body of the girl he just shot his hands shaking and then he slips into unconsciousness from the immense pain.

Frances groans as she opens her one good eye on the right, while she notices a huge bandage on the left half of her face she's in a glass cell and padded walls all around her. Touching the side of her face wincing slightly in pain. She sets her hand back down to her stomach and her only remaining eyes goes wide wen she notices her baby bump is gone, she looks down to confirm what else is gone, her baby! She feels a slight pain going up her stomach as she pulls up her shirt to reveal a series of stitches in her stomach to confirm what she suspects. Frances feels a tear rolling down her left cheek feeling the loneliness embrace her now known that her baby is gone.

She hears a small buzzing as looks to the left through a small circular glass window and a older woman in her late forties and long faded brown hair and wearing a lab coat with a small black and silver diamond emblem on it.

"Welcome to your new home Frances, oh and as for you baby we had to perform an emergency C section given the circumstances, you have a son!" The woman whose most likely a doctor informs Frances blankly. Nodding to the lady standing behind her she reveals to have a baby with her, Frances gets to her feet and observes her newborn son, Cade whose fast asleep peacefully in the nurse's arms. He has a pale complexion like all newborns do. But Frances takes in this moment for as long as it lasts feeling the joy of now being a mother and smiles at her beautiful baby boy.

The woman in the lab coat turns back cutting her off from the view, "Unfortunately he is of no use to us, and last I checked we don't run a daycare center here, so we are sending him to an orphanage where you'll never get to see him again, so hopefully he remembers what her mother looks like!" The doctor says snidely as she and the nurse walk away.

Frances pounds on the glass but to no avail as she inhaled and shrieks her heart out of the loss of her lover and now her child. As she collapses crying onto the mattress.

It's night time out as a car pulls up to a building in San Francisco and a woman steps out with a baby wrapped up in a small white blanket, and on the steps of an orphanage and a woman in her mid thirties with glasses in a light blue robe waiting as the woman hands the baby over to her.

The woman looks at the little baby boy who is fast asleep still, "What's his name?" The headmistress asks.

The other woman turns around opening her car door, "Cade, Cade Kasady!" She says. Getting into the car and driving off never coming back again as the woman with the baby in her arms goes back inside the building.

17 YEARS LATER, PRESENT DAY

A car drives up to a long building on a gravel road with the black metal sign above reading 'RAVENCROFT'.

Outside are a bunch of people being assisted some that are just roaming free. And while down underground in a long hallway is a woman observing the other cells filled with mutants still wearing the Essex Corp diamond on her lab coat. She stops by the small glass hole with the name Frances Barrison on the electronic monitor.

Inside the cell laying on the bed is now a fully grown Frances Barrison. Off to the side a bunch of guards that are wearing electronic ear plugs and earmuffs for their protection. The two guards go off to the sides while the one in the middle with the lunch tray stops for a moment to observe the mutant.

Frances finally sits up slowly and now is shown to be in her mid thirties and has the bandages off of her face showing her normal right brown eye and on the left is an artificial blue eye with a small scar running up her eyebrow and a little bit lower beneath her eyelid.

She smirks devilishly as she sees the fear clear on the man's face as she he carefully approaches the slot to insert the inmate's lunch tray.

Frances watches, opening up her end to receive the tray, and then opens her mouth sharply inhaling a bit then chomps down quickly scaring the man who stumbles away gasping.

Frances watches the three guards exit the room as she takes the tray and sets it on the table grabbing the newspaper and sitting on her bed opening it up.

The headline reads, 'Will Cletus Kasady get the death sentence?, police search for more bodies' and then in the right corner beneath shows a much older looking Cletus Kasady.

The intercom buzzes, "Your old boyfriend is finally been put away, and he's finally going to get what he deserves, the world will be a safer place without him, and your son will be safer without him." Dr. Pazzo now in her sixties says with shorter white hair.

Frances tosses the paper aside and curls up onto her bed thinking of Cletus, and more importantly her son Cade. She also rubs the small rat tail ring Cletus made for her years ago.

Outside on cloudy day in San Francisco on the hillside bench getting the view of the city and the Golden Gate Bridge sitting alone now 17 years old with short red hair is a teenage Cade Kasady who has his hands on his knees thinking since this is one of the few places he's found to get away from it all.

Cade looks out angrily thinking about what his father did to him as a kid growing up wincing feeling his punches and beatings that he had to take. Cade clenches his fist even tighter at the memories. At least h was finally rid of his father, but everything his father had done has been taken out on him, and for what, he didn't ask to be his son, he didn't ask to be the spawn of a demon from Hell.

Sitting in his own cage deep within San Quentin Prison is the infamous Cletus Kasady in his blue prison shirt. Looking out and slowly breaks into a smirk manically with his now long dark curly red hair.

"Something wicked this way comes!" Cletus says to the empty silence. Knowing soon something bad would happen, and that's good!

Well I hope you liked chapter 1, also be advised that unlike the previous story I am not going to make this one as long for the sake of my limited time due to my internship and also because there are other stories that I want to get out there so this one is finished when it's finished my goal is to at least get 20-40k words maybe 50 at maximum but definitely no more than that I just don't have the time.

As always please leave your comments and tell me what you think the more comments I get the more motivated I am to write. I'll have chapter 2 out either by sometime during this week or next weekend.