Okay, now THIS is something I've long thought of but never really gotten around to making it official; an OC son of the Wolverine. I was hesitant to make this kind of OC, because I'll probably get complaints of "This is just a Wolverine wannabe.", and I tried coming up with differences for the OC compared to Wolverine, similar to what I did with Ryan Parker/Wolf-Spider before I got rid of him.
But here's hoping this story receives some nice compliments, After all, Wolverine is my favourite Marvel superhero and, as a child, I always dreamed of having Adamantium Claws... don't asl, I was just a kid.
Now, this story introduces my new OC James Draven. Yeah, I know Logan's real name is James Howlett, but he namely goes by Logan so nobody ever really calls him James. As for the last name, well that'll be part of the OC's origin. All you need to know is he was adopted by another family after being left on the doorstep of an orphanage. This story might be Wolverine-light, but I'll try to have him appear.
I'm hoping this story becomes a success.
As for James' hero alias, it'll be Razor for now. Though he may end up taking the mantle of Wolverine by the end of this story, since I plan to make a series going through the seasons of Young Justice. The sequel will be called Young Justice: Rise of the Wolverine.
Now, a little info on James' powers. He'll be born with the bone claws of course, because there's no way anyone can be born with Adamantium in them, he has enhanced senses, a healing factor but it's not immune to poisons. It'll slow his healing down to the point where it'll feel like he's dying, which will leave him vulnerable.
Gotta make him different from Wolverine somehow.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or Young Justice. I only own the OC James Draven/Razor.
British Columbia, Canada: 13:40pm, December 20th, 2004
"Oh come on! That thing is so old!"
"It is not! It's new!"
"Which means, it'll get old soon enough when everyone's done finding entertainment in it!"
"Mom, tell him""
"James, stop annoying your little brother."
James Draven huffed in silent amusement as he crossed his arms, though gave his younger brother a side glare that was filled with playfulness. James Draven was a twelve-year old boy with short, almost messy black hair and brown eyes. He was just like any other normal kid his age, driven with excitement and adrenaline, enjoying school, starting to grow into those teenage years where stuff becomes more noticed by him such as girls. He had a nice family. His mother was Elizabeth Draven, his father Matthew Draven, and his had two younger siblings, a brother and sister.
His brother was called Troy, and he was only two years younger than James. Their sister, Maria, was only four years old.
However, while they seemed like an ordinary family, there was something that prevented that from being completely the truth. Namely the fact that James... was adopted by the Draven family when he was six years old, having grown up in an orphanage in British Columbia, Canada until his adoption. He didn't know how he ended up there, but the caretakers had said they found him on the doorstep as a baby, with only a note saying 'Take care of him. His name is James.'
That was it.
He didn't know who his real parents are, what could've led to them giving him up. Growing up, seeing other kids being adopted, thoughts of his real parents plagued James' mind, making him wonder if he was wanted, yet why would he be in an orphanage and not with his real parents?
When the Dravens came and adopted him, he had been the happiest he had ever been, even though he went the first six years of his life without being raised by a family, but that changed after the Dravens took him in. James' little brother had only been four years old at the time, and a bond grew between them upon their first meeting. It was rocky at first, namely because James knew Elizabeth and Matthew were not his real parents, so he simply called them by their real names... least until six months passed after being adopted.
When Maria was born, James had been instantly captivated by her, mentally swearing to be her big protector as any big brother should be for their younger siblings. He could remember the first day he ever held her, crying tears of joy as he did so.
Right now, the Draven family were driving down a long road somewhere in the Canadian wilderness, on their way to visit relatives in Calgary, Alberta. It was a bit of a drive, but Matthew said he knew a shortcut that led through the wilderness, which allowed the kids to see wildlife pass by such as bears, wolves, moose, bison, cougars, lynx, etc.
James turned his attention back to his brother, who was on his Nintendo DS which recently came out last month in November. James personally saw no entertainment in such a thing, the DS, not games or consoles as a whole. What he was looking forward to was the release of the PlayStation Portable in March next year.
"Let me see that." James said as he tried to snatch the DS from his brother.
"Hey!" Troy smacked his hand and pointed at him. "Mine!"
James rolled his eyes. "Okay, Gollum, you're precious, right." He smirked as Troy scowled at him before quickly getting back to his game. James inhaled then exhaled, his brother was going to be annoying with that thing for the next few months, James could just tell. To distract himself from annoying his brother, namely for entertainment value, he turned to his little sister and started making funny faces at her, causing her to laugh.
"Another hour or two and we'll be there soon enough." Elizabeth reassured her children, smiling at seeing her eldest play with Maria. "Do you kids see any-"
Suddenly, something pierced through the car windshield and struck Elizabeth right in the chest, sending a spray of blood from the impact zone with the blood splattering onto James and Troy's faces, causing them to scream in startled shock.
"Elizabeth!" Matthew shouted with wide eyes as he looked at his wife, quickly taking his eyes off the road to check her, his eyes widening further upon seeing a massive bloodstain in her clothing along with a hole in her chest, the size of a bullet.
"Dad!" James shouted, causing Matthew to quickly return his attention to the road when he saw they were going for a tree. However, it was too late to fully avoid it as he managed to jerk the wheel to the side, but the car ended up hitting it side-first, with the impact knocking the remaining four alive into a dazed, almost unconscious state.
James groaned as his vision blurred, blinking his eyes repeatedly then shaking his head. Once his vision cleared, albeit barely, his eyes widened when seeing his father out of it, Troy groaning in pain while blood came down from his forehead and Maria was crying her heart out in pain. Fear and terror took over young James' mind as he tried to understand what was going on.
"D-Dad?" James called but got no response from his father. Quickly turning to his siblings, he checked on them. "T-Troy?"
"I-I don't feel good... my head hurts." Troy whimpered with tears streaming down his cheeks.
James patted his shoulder, trying to check his little brother's condition, but Maria's cries took his attention off Troy and he checked on her, wincing when seeing her cradle her arm.
"It-It hurts." She cried, burying her face in her brother's chest.
"I... I know." James said with panicked breathing. "Just...let's just... get out, okay? Try and rouse Mom and dad?"
Grimacing through some pain, though it seemed to be easing away, James managed to open his door and after he unbuckled his seatbelt and moved... he ended up falling face-first to the floor.
"Ow..." James moaned in pain, pushing himself to his feet but his vision went blurry again and he fell back down. He groaned as he laid there for a couple of seconds, about to push himself back up when he heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, James was able to make out a dark-clad figure through his dazed vision.
"H-Help us. My-my sister and brother! My parents! they-!" James pointed at the car when a intense shit of pain came after something metal and hard smacked into his face, sending him onto his back.
"Target's secured. The father and other two children are still alive." He heard the person say as more footsteps came, and he made out severla more dark-clad figures. holding something in their hands. "Yes sir. You two, grab the target."
James felt his arms be roughly grabbed and he started to be dragged off while hearing the cries of his brother and sister.
"What about the survivors?" He heard another ask.
"They are no survivors."
BANG!
BANG! BANG!
"Ahh!" James awoke with a scream, blinking his eyes repeatedly when he saw nothing but pitch darkness, save for a small light up ahead that looked like it was coming through some window. He looked up in fear when lights suddenly turned on, revealing he was in some kind of room. It had a bed and that was it, nothing but very cold walls for company. James hugged himself as he shivered slightly.
"Well, well..." He heard a voice and looked to see a man in a white lab coat standing at the door, looking at him through the viewing glass while scribbing something down on a notepad. "This may work after all. Yes, everything is exactly the same!"
"W-Who are you?" James asked fearfully as he fell to his fell, still hugging himself. "W-Where am I?! Where's my parents?! My brother?! My sister?!"
"In order? I'm Doctor Abraham Cornelius, a scientist. Where you are is of no concern to you because you won't be leaving anytime soon. And as for your 'family'? Wel..."
"They're dead." Another voice said in a cold tone as a man came into view beside Dr. Cornelius. This one seemed important as he was dressed in an army-looking suit, least James was sure soldiers wear them. He looked important regardless. "James Draven. My name is Major William Stryker."
"W-What do you want with me?" James asked with a frown. "I didn't do anything!"
"Yes, yes you did." Stryker nodded. "You're your father's son."
"What does my dad have to do with this?" James asked, his frown deepening.
"I don't mean your foster father, James, I mean your biological father." Stryker said, smirking when James' eyes widened. "Yes, I knew him. He worked for me at one point, is actually the reason you're here. Without him, this project wouldn't have been started and after he left, it fell apart, but with you... it has it's resurgence."
"Let me go!" James begged, shaking his head. "Please, let me go! I-I won't tell the police! I'll-"
"You won't be doing anything or going anywhere." Stryker said, now speaking in a cold manner. "You have nowhere to go anyway. Your foster family is dead."
"Stop." james shook his head, clutching his hands over his ears as the memory came back, hearing the gunshots that ended his siblings' screams. Troy... Maria...
"Your mother and father are dead."
"Stop!" James cried, tears streaming down his cheeks now. The gunshots echoed through his head, the silence of his siblings' screams following.
"Your brother is dead."
"I said stop!" James shouted, the pain, terror, fear changing... into rage. His hands clenched over his ears, feeling a rage unlike anything he had ever felt before. "Stop it!"
"Your little sister... just a four year old girl... dead by a bullet to her skull."
"I SAID STOP!" James roared and charged at the door, jumping and throwing a punch at the door but it did nothing, save for hurt James' hands. Ignoring the pain due to his rage and the adrenaline, he started punching the door repeatedly.
"He sure has his father's temper." Cornelius noted, jotting something down in his notes.
"That's not all." Stryker said with a smirk as he noticed something else. Something emerging from James' knuckles.
James stopped when he felt a pain in his hand, at the gaps between his knuckles. He looked down, his eyes widening in mounting horror as three bones claws emerged in a slow, painful manner. Evetyhing that's happened over the last few hours, from the death of his family, to being brought here, Stryker's words, and then... this, it proved to be too much for the twelve-year old's mind to handle and he let out all of his feelings in one way that only a child would react.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Doctor." Stryker said calmly while watching the child try to take the claws out, only to cut himself in the process, but those cuts heal quickly. "Weapon X is back on track..."
Hope this was an interesting start. Let me know what you think in the reviews, give your thoughts, opinions, and also story ideas. The pairing of this story shall be OC/Cheshire, because why not pair the son of Wolverine with an attractive assassin?
Speaking of, how should James and Cheshire meet for the first time? Should James join the League of Shadows when he escapes from Weapon X? (Because everyone knows he will)
Let me know in the reviews, I welcome the ideas and help.