Authors note: I am going to bring other marvel characters into this story later on, which ones I haven't decided yet, so you are welcome to suggest some hero or villain you want to see in this story.
Chapter 2: One of us.
Later in the evening outside Mrs. Smith's house.
Our young man stood outside the high brick wall there was surrounding the backyard of the house.
He was looking up at a branch from an apple tree that reaches outside the wall. The apples had finally matured enough for him to eat.
He took a few steps back and then he started to run. He tried to run a bit up the wall it just enough for him to grab the ledge. He lifted himself up so he could sit on the wall.
He took one of the apples from the branch. I been waiting for this for a long time he thought as took a bite from the apple and it tasted great.
I hate summer it's always so hot with all this clothes on but you know what happens if people see you without your clothes he sighs at least the night is a bit cooler that helps and soon it's autumn so it's going to be colder from now on but also harder to find food and water he thought.
Then he heard the sound of thunder. He looked over in the direction the sound was coming from, the Xavier institute.
He was close enough to see that it was Ororo or Storm as she was called, that was the cause for of the lighting and thunder. I wonder who is dumb or crazy enough to go there he thought.
He knew very well of their security he once tried to break in to get to their garbage cans and he nearly got killed. Since then he never went near that place although he did wonder why they never called the police and got him arrested, probably because of those abilities. After all, people don't like when people are different, he knew this all too well.
He continued to eat his apple with his eyes still fixed on the mansion he failed to notice the metal sphere coming towards him.
The sphere cracked a branch while moving towards him. He immediately turned around and saw it. "What the..." he said.
The sphere opened and four long metal arms came out trying to grab him. He jumped down from the wall as fast as he could, just barely avoiding the arms.
He ran and he knew there was only one place to escape that weird thing, the institute. Their security should take of it or that woman could fry it with her lightning bolts it's my only chance of surviving this he thought as ran the fasted route to the institute.
Unfortunately the arms and Sphere were faster than he was and two of the arms grabbed his ankles before he even could get out on the street.
He fell and hit the grounded hard. He was on his stomach but he wasn't about to give up. He had a pistol, he found in the garbage a few years ago with a few bullets in it, if he could just reach it.
Unfortunately he didn't get the chance to reach for it as the other two arms quickly grabbed his wrists. He was then quickly dragged into the metal sphere.
It was so dark inside the sphere it reminded him of something awful.
Flashback
12 years earlier.
He was locked in chains in carriage. This carriage was made of wood with the exemption of some rusty iron bars in front of him. "Barkly, you betrayed me," he said with tears in eyes.
He stood up and tried to pull his chains off, he tried the chains around his ankles first they wouldn't bough. He then tried the ones around his writes but they were like the ankles they wouldn't bough. The last one was around his neck but he was afraid of chocking himself if he tried that one so he didn't for now.
He sat down and began to cry even more over the fact that was no chance of escape from this circus, this freak show he had been put into.
He heard noise outside, what's going to happen now? He asked in his head.
"Ladies and Gentlemen allow me to show that demons exist. I can hear you don't believe me, but I know that you will believe your own eyes. Behold, the Demon Child of the Streets!" a loud voice said
The side were the rusty iron bars were opened gasps could be heard from the audiences that before. He was scared of all these people looking at him and then they mutter something like "The church is right," and "It should be killed".
He saw his captivator, Pastio Carlos was his name, a fat man with a black moustache, a high red hat and a red uniform to match complete with brown cloves and a cane. He was the pride owner of the Carlos freak show circus like his father and grandfather before him, he collected freaks of nature and put them in his circus legal or otherwise.
But business was not like old times when people only had to see a bearded lady to be impressed now people something that science couldn't explain something more demon like and found it on the streets of New York and he was going to make a fortune of this little kid.
The boy felt so angry, he wanted nothing more to kill Pastio, snap his spine and rip him to shreds.
But the way things were he couldn't do anything, but maybe he could scare the crowd away. He got up and started to roar with all his might as start and it worked they were started to get really scared.
He smiled, And now for the finally he thought. He spat on Pastio and said "I curse your soul to internal damnation," he said in a devilish tone, good thing he had paid attention to crowd to the things they had said like demons can curse your soul, whatever that was, to internal damnation. He had never heard any of these words before, but he would use them if they make the crowd leave him alone.
It worked they ran for their life but Pastio looked where the spit had landed. He took his hand up and rubbed the spit then he took the hand up to the same height as his face. He looked at his scared costumers demanding their money back, he closed his hand into a fist and then he looked at the boy with sheer hate in his eyes, maybe scaring his customers away wasn't such a good idea after all.
The boy was going to find out what happened when you crossed Pastio. He closed the carriage and went through a small side door at the side. You could only hear the boy cries of pain and Pastio's speaking Italian along with sound of his cane beating the boy.
Back to the present.
The sphere had arrived at its destination. It opened and threw him out hard to the metal floor.
"I should have stayed in bed today," he coughed as he spoke.
He slowly got up "Um, where am I anyway?" he asked although he didn't expect an answerer, the room he was in seemed empty.
"This place will become your tome if you are not careful," a voice threatened from behind him.
He quickly turned around and saw this muscular man, looked like a giant human like cat in his eyes.
"Who the hell are you? Did you bring me here?" the young man, narrowed his eyes, looks like this guy is ready for a fight, but I don't caught with my pants down twice he thought as readied his body for the soon to be fight.
"I am Sabretooth and no, I didn't bring you here," he growled "But my master has ordered me to teach you a lesson and when I teach a lesson it's not pretty," he said as he lunged forward.
Our young man quickly jumped to side just avoiding Sabretooth's attack.
Our homeless hero wasn't a stranger to combat he had deal with gangs trying to either to rob him or just beat him for fun, but when and how he was taught in the arts of hand to hand combat is was a mystery even to him it was more an instinct then anything.
This battle instinct showed itself when Sabretooth lunged his seconded attack. He tried to claw his opponent's chest but our homeless hero quickly grabbed Sabretooth's arm and flipped him around so he landed on his back.
He then quickly snapped the arm, so it broke, he then proceeded to put a foot on Sabretooth's throat.
But he had forgotten to take care of Sabretooth's author arm. Sabretooth quickly grabbed our homeless hero ankle and made him lose balance.
He fell to his back but was picked up by his throat, he couldn't breathe. He was not about to give up he still had his pistol, he quickly grabbed it and shot Sabretooth in the chest, three times.
Sabretooth roared in pain and let him go. He had only one bullet left, so he had his gun pointed straight at Sabretooth ready to kill him or so he thought (side note: for us fans, we know that Sabretooth like Wolverine has a healing factor so killing him with bullets from a small pistol is impossible).
"Enough," a voice demanded.
Our homeless hero looked up from the sound of the voice came from. He saw this man floating above.
"I take it you are the one who brought me here," He said, now fixing his gun on the floating man above.
The man floated down between the two men and spoke "Indeed, you're correct. I'm Magneto,"
Our homeless hero's was quite pissed now, "Let me show how glad I am that you brought me here," he said in a very angry tone. He shot his last bullet at Magneto, but the bullet stopped in midair and then dropped to the grounded. "What the fuck?" he shouted with eyes wide open.
He threw his gun away, now that it was empty it had no use. I'm officially screwed he thought. Magneto wasted no time using his powers to detain our homeless hero, a few metal cubes around his hands and feet he now hang in the thin air.
He shook his head "Please let this be a bad dream," he prayed.
Magneto floated closer to him. "Why is this human so important?" Sabretooth growled.
Magneto took his hand up to the cloak hood and removed it. "Don't touch the clothes or else," our homeless hero tried to threaten Magneto into stop but Magneto wouldn't stop.
He ripped the cloth that hided most of our homeless hero's face.
"Because he is one of us," Magneto finally answered. He turned aside so Sabretooth could see the face.
The face had the same colour as his hands and arms green on the left side and black on the right side. There was no nose but the face bumped a bit more there where it the nose should be. There was two wolf like ears on top of his head, no human like ears. And finally two white eyes they were a circle with a crooked triangle attach to it. The right eye had its triangle pointing downwards with a slight turn to the right and the left eye had its triangle pointing upwards with a slight turn to the left. The mouth looked to be the only human like feature the face had.
He was indeed one of them, not a human but a mutant.
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