A/N: So, First off I want to apologize to everyone, for taking sooo long to update. I would have updated sooner buuut, well lets just say I lost my computer. And when I finally got back to re-writing this, I couldn't get it write. I just couldn't write it as good as the original, I still feel its lacking. But instead of staring at this chapter for another month I'm going to publish it and keep moving. I will come back later and re write it. Anyway thanks for reading, updating soon.

Thanks to Paradox Predator for submitting his original character.

Los Angeles California

Port

John Jackson stood on a pier on the lower west side of Los Angeles. He was holding a black leather briefcase. Standing across from him was a middle aged Columbian man, behind him stood four men.

(Why am I here?) John asks for the hundredth time today. (Drop the money off grab the package) he repeats his orders.

"My friend I've been very much looking forward to meeting you." The drug dealer said in a thick Columbian accent. "I am Ernesto."

"We're not friends." John says in annoyance, he hated Columbians. They weren't bad people they just talked too much.

"You a friend of Chu Cho, and any friend of Chu Cho is a friend of mine" Ernesto says with too friendly of a smile.

"I'm not friends with him ether." Chu Cho was scum, he was a liar used too much cologne and hair gel, and in all honesty those were his good qualities.

"NO? Then why are you here?" Ernesto asks turning to his men and laughing.

"You know why I'm here. I'm here to drop off a package" John holds up his briefcase "Then pick up a package, but you know that."

"You know you're very young, how old are you 15? 16? Your boss must really trust you to send you alone and broker this deal." Ernesto says earning him another laugh from his men.

"Stop wasting my time, I don't wanna be here any longer than I have too. Give me my package and you get yours." John says getting more impatient by the minute. Yes, John was young really young, but had talent otherwise Pete wouldn't have sent him here.

"Why are you so angry my friend? I'm just trying to know who I do business with."

"Why don't you try doing less talking and more business?" john wasn't a fool he knew when he was being taken for a ride.

"Im sorry if I offended you my friend, you just seem like a very interesting person"

"Okay how about I leave, come back later, we try this again." John was done he knew this was going nowhere but south. He needed to get out of here before things went to south.

"You need to work on your temper my friend," Ernesto snaps his fingers one of his men step forward with huge case. He holds it up for Ernesto to open, Ernesto takes a moment fumbling with the lock mechanism "So you're not friends with Chu Cho. Why?"

"For the right price Chu Cho would give up his own mother. I can't call someone like that a friend." John says glad things were getting back on track.

"Your very smart, not to trust Chu Cho" the brief case pops open Ernesto pulls out a machine gun "But dumb for coming here alone." Ernesto fires Machine gun. His men pull out hand guns and open fire too.

John raises his hands as the hail of bullets make contact. John falls to his knees as concrete and dust consumes him.

"Hehe, Nice doing business with you friend" Ernesto turns and walks to his car "Get the money lets go."

"Ernesto." One of his men says in disbelief.

As the dust starts to clear John could be seen kneeling in place very much alive.

"Doing business like this, im betting you don't make many friends and the ones you do I'm guessing they don't last very long." Emerges unharmed. John's body was changed, his arms legs and back were now covered with a tough armadillo like shell.

"What are you?" Ernesto asks stepping back in fear, his men reload their guns and take their places in front of their boss shielding him from John.

"The last guy you wanted to make friends with" John charges forward. Ernestos me open fire but the bullets have no effect on the enraged mutant. John punches the first thug square in the jaw flooring him. A bullet ricochet of his forehead, John spins around and strikes down the thug with the briefcase for his efforts. More bullets bounce off his back, John turns around and launches the briefcase full of money at another thug taking him out of the fight.

"Die" The fourth thug orders as he charges John while firing.

"You first" Johns response came with a firm kick to the groin.

"Uhh" The thug sputtered as he fell to the floor limp.

"Now where did my friend Ernesto walk off to?" John asks.

Ernesto was at the back end of his limo fumbling with his keys.

"Ernesto we need to talk," John says.

"No" Ernesto murmurs finding the key he was looking for he jams it into the trunk opening it. He pulls out a Bazooka "Go back to where you come from DEMON!"

"You got to be kidding me." John says in disbelief. Suddenly every one freezes stiffen up like statues the thugs on the ground and Ernesto with his finger on the trigger.

John looks around in confusion he walks over to Cuban boss waves his hand in front of his face no response.

"Did I do this" he asks no one in particular

"No, I did." Professor says as Adam pushes him up to the pier.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Professor Charles Xavier, like you I'm a mutant."

"Okay a mutant, what can you do? Freeze time?" he asks still puzzled.

"Actually I'm a telepath, I Have the ability to see into people's minds, make them see or do whatever I want."

"Hold on you can see into people's minds? No way that's impossible."

"It's been almost a two years hasn't it? Moving place to place, trying to find somewhere you belong, people that will accept you for who and what you are."

"Stop it."

"I run a school for mutants, you will be accepted there if you choose to come."

"Sounds good, but I can't leave, I owe Johnny he took me in, im part of his crew"

"Yes having a mutant in ones employ would be beneficial to any street thug."

"It's more than that, we're family"

Charles licks his lips and continues "I won't force you to come, but I want you to know what you're doing is wrong. Miss using your powers to help the ends of a street thug, and deep down you know that. I implore you, think this over, because you are on a path that will have disastrous consequences"

"I don't know."

"What if I told you, you would be making a difference?"

Interested

"What kind of difference"

"You will be on the front line of the mutant controversy. Fighting for equality, stopping those who would destroy the balance between human and mutant and cause a war for their own selfish ends.

"Like a mutant cop?"

"You will be so much more than that, you'll be an X-Man," Professor Xavier says with a reassuring smile.

"Okay, I'm in" John says with an unsure nod "What about these guys?"

Xavier looks over the bruised and battered thugs "I have already altered the local authorities they are on their way, they will wake up in prison cells in about an hour." Xavier looks back to John "I have a cab waiting for us at the entrance. If you don't mind?"

"Oh sure," John says taking ahold of the Professors wheelchair and pushing him away from the scene.

"As of right now I have two other students, they are on a recruitment mission of their own, and don't worry they'll be glad you chose to join the team."

"How did you?" John started to ask "Oh yeah you can read minds. Who are they recruiting?"

"A extraordinary girl with the ability to shift or morph her body into that of any creature on the planet." Xavier says with fascination.

"Oh," John says amazed "Suddenly my, uh mutation doesn't seem so amazing."

"Don't sell yourself short John you have an amazing gift" Xavier says as they come upon the taxi "And you'll do great things with them."