Chapter 3: Vampyr vs Wolverine
The smoke just kept cascading from the boy as it surrounded the two, covering the area in a fog of white and gray. Wolverine kept looking around as he tried to figure out what was going on, then turned back to the boy who disappeared into the smoke.
"Where are you?" He growled, flailing his claws around, only hitting nothing but smoke and air.
The next thing Wolverine knew, he suddenly had a cut on his back. Nothing severe, but it did cause him to stumble a bit since he was flailing his claws around. He looked behind himself at the cut and was astonished, cuts like this would have been healed by then due to his healing factor, but instead the cut was still open.
"What… What did you do? Why isn't my healing factor working?" He said as he spun around and looked at the blade, he looked at it, then it's own claws. "That thing, it's made of Adamantium."
Gavin looked at his sword. "Is that what it's made of? Huh, who knew." He said to himself.
Logan growled as his nostrils flared, the blade also had a toxic smell to it, which meant it was radioactive, which made the other metal in its alloy a no brainer for him. "Carbonadium, that's why my healing ain't working, you got a radioactive metal in that sword."
Gavin immediately became alarmed by what Wolverine just said. "Crap! The radioactivity isn't harmful to people, is it?!" He asked in a concerned tone.
The feral mutant smirked. "Nah, not as long as ya got a healing factor like me." This statement was followed by Logan slashing the boy across the face while he was distracted and was surprised when the wound quickly knitted itself back together in a matter of seconds, even faster than his own. "Which apparently you have in spades."
Gavin let out a growl and slashed back, knowing he'd have to get more information on Carbonadium later. For now, he had a fight to deal with. He did several maneuvers that he learned in Fencing class and slashed open to gashes in the man's torso.
Logan stumbled back as he howled in pain and tried to lunge at the boy, but was stopped when his vision was obstructed by Gavin tossing his hat in the man's face, allowing him to disappear into the smoke.
Wolverine growled as he looked around, his nose was confused due to all the smoke having Gavin's scent, so if the boy did another sneak attack he had the perfect opportunity. That's when he saw something out of the corner of his eye, and swung his arm to connect with the boys face, only to have his claws go through him and his dissipated into smoke. "A clone?" Wolverine said as he stood there in surprise.
He didn't have time to understand it as he gasped in pain and spat out blood as a sharp and horrific pain went right through his midsection just above his stomach, and was pinned to the wall as the boy looked at him with a wicked fanged smirk. "Tell me Wolverine, does that hurt?" He grinned in vindictive glee.
Everyone in the observation deck looked on in shock at what they were witnessing. "Whoa, just how much power does this kid have?" Scott asked.
"He's turning Mr. Logan into a shishkebab." Kitty added in concern.
Xavier was quiet, he had known that his mother had a sort of limiter put on him once his powers appeared, as well as his personality. He just didn't understand why, but now he did.
Meanwhile with the two mutants, Gavin now pulled out his sword as Logan fell to his hands and knees and coughed up blood.
"Don't tell me your finished? Come on, get up! Hurry! You've only suffered the opening of your stomach!" The pseudo vampire said as he taunted the man, kicking him hard in the side. "Come on, summon up your strength, reforge your body, heal your severed stomach and stand! Hurry hurry hurry hurry HURRY! The fun's only just begun!"
Wolverine was on the verge of foaming from his mouth at what he was hearing. He focused as much of his energy as he could into his healing factor and felt his wounds close up with the severe ones being partially closed. Once that was done, he got up and lept at Gavin with a vicious slash, which he took and didn't seem phased.
"Is that the best you can-oh!" Gavin said before falling to his knees, he looked at his hand and noticing his own stomach was bleeding, his healing factor was trying its best to heal it, but it was still taking time.
And apparently that time was all Wolverine needed because he took this moment to get the upper hand and kick the boy in the face and was sent flying, his sword land several feet away from him and his smoke field disappearing. With the sword gone it's radiation no longer hampered Logan's healing, which meant he was back to normal in seconds.
"That's the best I can do, bub." Wolverine growled, his claws out again. The boy staggered back to his feet and noticed what all had occurred. This caused him to become angry and charge at the man, his speed and agility being incredibly high, maneuvering around as he kicked and punched the man with lightning fast speed.
This soon erupted into a full on fist fight, both beating each other with punches, kicks, kneeing and elbowing each other, and their wounds healing faster than they could get them. But that wouldn't last much longer, because they were both starting to run out of energy. Wolverine snarled and Gavin hissed, flashing his fangs as they lunged at each other and collided. The two kept punching as the feral mutant's arm collided with the boy's mouth.
This was a mistake as the boy then sank his fangs into the man's arm and started draining his vitality at rapid speed. Logan waved his arm around and slammed the boy down back first onto the metal floor, causing him to release the mutant's arm. Logan growled and he stomped his foot on the boy's stomach, knocking the air from his lungs.
The man breathed heavily as he fell to his knees. "Take… That." He said as he took off his mask.
(About an hour later)
Gavin slowly woke up on his bed as he felt sore all over, all he remembered was getting slammed onto the floor of the danger room before everything went black. He groaned as he looked at himself, he was still in his costume. So he got up and walked over to his dresser and changed clothes, then went downstairs.
As he entered the kitchen he saw that everyone was already there. Kurt teleported over to him as soon as he walked in. "Oh hey, You're awake! You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah I'm fine." Gavin nodded. "How long was I out?"
"About an hour." Jean said as she handed him a glass of water and a couple aspirin. "This should help." Gavin took the medicine and downed it quickly. "Also, The Professor wants to talk to you in his office."
The resident pseudo vampire nodded and made his way to the aforementioned office. As he entered he saw the telepath sitting at his desk. "Uh, Professor? Jean said you wanted to speak with me." He asked as he stood in the doorway.
The man looked at him. "Ah, Yes Gavin, come in." The boy did so and sat down. The man laced his fingers together in front of him, then looked at the boy seriously. "Now Gavin, I'd like to speak about you about with what happened in the Danger Room."
Gavin fidgeted nervously in his seat. "Oh, uh, sure… What about it?" He asked. The man then sighed.
"I would like for you to explain to me why it is you have the control art seal on you, and why you were never upfront about it." Xavier questioned with a serious tone.
"Well… To be honest it was because I was afraid you guys would have not let me join if I told you." He explained ashamedly.
Xavier gave him a sympathetic look. "You need not worry about that, I am not one to refuse anyone who is in need of help. Understand that I am not mad, but instead I am impressed that you actually have so much maturity as to seek permission to remove your seals rather than doing it anyway, it shows maturity."
"Wow, Thanks Professor." Gavin said.
Xavier smiled. "You're welcome." He then leaned back in his seat. "Now, let's discuss how we can help you improve your skills in areas you may lack."
(Meanwhile elsewhere in Bayville at the Brotherhood boarding house)
Mystique, in her Mrs. Darkholme form walked into the Brotherhood boarding house and walked into the rundown living room. A boy with sickly pale skin hopped in like a Frog.
"Yo, what's up, miss Darkholme?" He asked as another boy in a brown vest and torn jeans followed him.
"Hello boys, I'd like to introduce you to your newest teammate." The woman said as she turned to the boy who followed her in.
The boy who entered was a Japanese-American boy like Gavin, who's skin tone is lighter due to being part Caucasian. He was around 5'8" with a similar slim and lean build that seemed to be like that of an Olympic Javelin thrower with well defined arm, leg, and abdominal muscles, as well as a well built chest. He had the same angular and sharp eyes as Gavin, but his were a silver color, and his hair was black/brown and partly dyed silver. It was also medium length, and styled in a different popular Japanese style that has his hair combed over his right eye. He also had a scar on his left cheek. His attire was a gray leather jacket, a pair of denim blue jeans, a black and silver T2 T-shirt, and white track shoes.
The boy looked around the building and scoffed in disgust at what his living conditions looked like. "This is what I am to live in? You must be joking." He growled at Mystique as his skin rippled like liquid metal for a brief second.
"It may not look like much, but it will be enough while you are under my tutelage, Mr. Shirakumo." Mystique said, dismissing his statement.
The taller boy walked up to him. "So you're a mutant too? What's your power?" The boy said.
The Japanese-American held up a hand as it turned into liquid metal before forming a long cylindrical spike. "I am Devin Shirakumo, and my power is liquid metal." He then pointed the spike at Mystique. "And know this, Miss Darkholme, I will only be under your tutelage so long as it benefits me, not you." He said with a cold stare.