Original story idea. I do not own X-Men Evolution or The Mask.

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The Xavier Mansion, Bayville, New York.

It was 12:14 AM, and Kurt Wagner was struggling through another long sleepless night. Looking over at his fellow classmates Scott and Evan, he couldn't help but be jealous as they lay in deep sleep. Why couldn't he ever be as lucky? What he would do for 8 peaceful hours.

Kurt knew the Xavier Mansion was the greatest refuge for mutantkind, and he would be forever grateful to Professor Xavier for giving him this home. As time passed, he had grown comfortable with all his fellow teammates, and had gotten the reputation as the jokester on the team. But under his joking personality hid many doubts and fears, worries that were unique to him and him alone. His fellow classmates could all present themselves as regular folks. He, on the other hand, never could.

Kurt was different from the moment he was born. His dark blue skin, yellow eyes, and long tail made it clear he was no ordinary human, a devil in a world that worshipped angels. His appearance had worked to his advantage when he was a child in the Munich circus, but as a teenager living in a brand new country, things were rather different. Even with Professor Xavier's image inducer to give him a human look in public, he could never truly be the person he wanted to be.

Why couldn't there be a day where he could let his fuzzy elf self be free? If he only could be someone other than Kurt Wagner, mutant freak. But for now, he needed a walk.

BAMF!!

Reappearing in the estate's vast gardens, he hoped dearly that Logan or Storm weren't out right now - he needed some time to himself, some time to just be alone with his thoughts. Thankfully, all seemed to be quiet amongst the trees, everyone either tucked in for the night or somewhere on their own in the mansion's many rooms.

All was normal as he strolled around, taking in the sweet smell of a warm spring night. This was very relaxing, just the thing Kurt needed before he could get some rest. Sitting down on a bench, he was prepared to take in the night sky - until a flash of green light suddenly blazed around him, an unexpected shock to the young mutant.

"Wer ist da? Show yourself!", he cried.

No reaction. Now Kurt had to investigate. Seeing the flash of green again, he reached into the bushes, prepared to confront whatever intruder he would deal with. As his hands emerged from the bushes, he was surprised to find nothing more than an ordinary wooden mask

Kurt looked at it closer, rather surprised at his discovery. It reminded him of the old Nordic masks he saw while touring the Munich art museum as a child, a strong powerful type of face. But of all places to find such a thing, what was it doing in the Xavier Mansion gardens? And more importantly, how could it possibly have made that kind of glow? Kurt may have been an average student, but a glowing mask defied logic.

Turning it over, he stared at it, hoping to see this strange sight for himself. Sure enough, another bright flash shone across its surface, dancing in front of his bright yellow eyes. In that moment, everything began to change.

Entranced by the shine, Kurt's common sense began to disappear, and new thoughts began to emerge from the corners of his mind. One voice stood out in particular - calm, sophisticated, but with an air of playfulness to it. Louder than all the rest, it urged him to put it on.

"You wanna be a freak? Be a freak!"

And Kurt listened. Without a single moment of hesitation, he slammed the mask onto his face, suddenly sent reeling back from the sheer energy that entered his body. Rubbery tendrils began to lock his head in a vise, rushing over his blue fur and hair. His muscles began to bulge and ache, the absolute power of the mask's takeover pushing every nerve towards a breaking point. His body in a state of euphoria, Kurt roared with excitement - his fears were washing away, new desires rushing to the surface behind the living woof consuming him.

The voice spoke again. "Hold on - you're going to like this part." As it finished this sentence, the young mutant's body was suddenly sent whizzing into a blue and green tornado.

Bursting through the mansion's fences, the twister rushed through the streets of Bayville before coming to a halt under a streetlight, a rather charming figure letting green smoke rise off him.

He appeared to be about 25, and stood just over 6 feet tall. He wore a pair of fancy dress slippers, jet black with white soles, and navy blue pants trimmed with gold ran up to his waist. A red suit jacket hang open from his shoulders, with a black undershirt that showed off much more defined chest muscles. His hands, still blue, wore a large gold ring with emerald gem on each of his large index fingers.

His sleek dark blue hair was perfectly combed and parted to the right. His eyes were a glowing gold in color, blazing like two small suns. And of course, there was the most notable change of all - his head was bright green in color, with a massive forehead and thick cheekbones that looked molded from rubber. Opening his mouth to speak, his dark green lips showed off a set of perfect, if oversized, white teeth - his molars looking like two sharp fangs.

Adjusting his white fedora, the new Kurt was ready to make the night his, ready to show his freak side off. Deciding to ditch the fedora, he tossed it aside and chuckled to himself, as he prepared for a night of adventure.

"Rauchen!!!! Oh my, what a sexy little devil you are! The night is young, and it's ours for the taking!"

And through the city streets, his twister sped along, ready to take Manhattan by storm.