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I thought I'd be a lot older when I reached my end, but sometimes there's not much you can do. Staring down at the various bullet exit wounds that littered my body.
Something had snapped in one of the students of the school I was working in, I shouldn't have even been here today. Getting called for a bit of subbing, but I can't be blamed.
Who expects a school shooter on a Thursday?
I'm no villian, But watching our assailant choke on his own blood brought a certain form of sick pleasure. I wasn't going too let him kill my students, and who else too take out with me then the boy who did it?
With a small chuckle the adrenaline flew out of my body, which made me slam back first into the white board, before sliding down it with a groan. My students were all in a panic, the drills they had done a dozen times over going through there heads. But the shooter was dead, which I could see now that his lifeless eyes stared at me. And I couldn't wipe the scowl off my face, even in death it looked like he mocked me.
"Teach!" Ah, Jordan. Even if he was a bit dumb he was one of my favourites, strong willed and the determination too help anyone he could, when he himself even caught a bullet too the shoulder shielding his best friend. A good man. But at the moment he was too busy trying too patch me up, Not realising it was a bit too late. Bless him.
"Don't worry Jordan...It's not you're fault..you're a good kid" Hopefully he'd go down the right path, Because mine was coming too an end. If the tunnel vision and blur was anything too go off.
This is a sad way too go. But there was worse.
My eyes landed back on the shooter who's caused this damage, I think my dying body was playing tricks on me, because he was now standing up. With a smile on his face.
Hmm, Boss would be happy with you as a champion. By the looks of it you don't have much time, So do you wanna continue this talk?
I've always thought I was a bit looney, But this was pushing it even for me. Letting out a small chuckle, which must've scared Jordan as he backed a little bit away, trying too ring emergency services.
"Fuck it...Why not?"
"Teach..Are you ok?"
Looking at Jordan, And the rest of my class. I gave them all one last smile, before feeling myself fade into the afterlife.
Or atleast I thought I would.
Opening my eyes again, I found myself in a fancy looking office. With various creatures and weapons mounted on the walls. A mammoth's tusks, What appears too be a kings crown. Dozens of trophy monuments scattered the office.
A cough brought my attention back too the other person in the office, A regal looking man. With a certain feeling of power around him. He seemed too be much older then myself, with a sharp, greying beard that was kept tight. His hair was the same, being short with various scars and marks along the side of his head. Which I decided not too pry on for too long.
"Sorry, It's been a while since I've seen an office this big, or fancy...Well actually I don't know if I've ever seen an office this big or fancy."
With a chuckle he took a sip of his glass, with the bottle of whiskey still on the table. My eyes nearly falling out of my head as I seen the price tag still attached too it.
"Want some, Mr. Beckings?"
It would be stupid to decline, just politely nodding my head as he poured me a glass, before I downed it all in one big gulp. I needed that. Letting out a small satisfied sigh, before regaining my bearings and sitting up straight in the rather comfortable seat. And with another cough he started.
"My apologies Mr. Beckings, I am prosper Husky, My job is too interview the candidates the scouters bring too HQ, and well. You're here as you can tell." With a small smile he filled his glass again, letting it swirl around in his hand as he waited for my answer.
Prospers? Scouters? HQ? Where the fuck was he?, but not wanting too anger husky, as he called himself. I just simply nodded my head. Which he seemed too get.
"Don't worry, most candidates are dumbfounded when they first arrive, and if they're not. Well I would be a little worried. But no matter, I just need too do a quick run over you're previous life, and then we can get too sorting you a system." With a slight nod of his head, Husky summoned a man wearing an almost alien armour set, who also looked like commander shepherd? He wouldn't look too deep into it. But pseudo-shepherd pulled out a machine almost like a big wristband, and a sharp needle at the top of it.
"All you have too do is place youre arm in it, the needle will prick and take out a small sample of blood. It will then go and run it though the omni-net, and look through you're past skills and for which archetype you'll be most compatible with. Are you ready?"
"Sure am" Placing my hand, and most of my arm into the wristband, we all watched as it stabbed clean into my arm, which hurt surprisingly less then he was expecting, probably a numbing agent on the needle, but no matter. Buzzing came from the machine, before a ding came from it, a sheet of paper appearing from the bottom of it, with pseudo-shepherd taking it and handing it too husky.
While I hadn't even noticed, a pair of reading glasses appeared on husky, completing his look of a middle aged father.
"Hmm, You could fit with the scholar archetype, but you're physical training would prove otherwise, or perhaps the combatant archetype...But that one seems too have just been filled." Scratching his chin he furrowed his brow, continuing his reading over my entire life and skills. On one page.
Way too make you feel irrelevant.
"I think I've found the perfect one Mr.Beckings. A rather new archetype in fact. high risk, but very high reward if done correctly."
"And what is that prosper?"
Taking his attention off me, he turned too a computer on the corner of the desk, Tapping rapidly with one hand while he read the credentials on the bottom of my page with the other.
"Amateur boxer huh? Not a lot of candidates have even fought, most are just for a form of entertainment but you might have some potential..And some experience as a teacher, You're death is quite saddening. But all of these will fit into you're...Accommodation." Not once did prosper look up from the page as he spoke, only rapidly typing as he did. Before he stopped once again. And with one last tap a slip landed from..Somewhere.
"Be my guest, It's for you. My comrade here will show you too processing and get all this filled out. It has been a pleasure to meet you." Prosper stood up and I followed his example, Shaking his hand I felt his grip tighten. He somehow had a magical power around him. Which was making me feel seriously outclassed here, I doubt he even needed pseudo-shepherd here. If any one attacked him he could very clearly do it himself.
"It's been an honour" With a nod I left, Following fake shepherd down a hallway, and entered another room, this one a lot smaller then the previous one, And most of it was filled with very, very big piles of paper. Looking back his chauffeur was gone, leaving him alone in the room?. Which begged the question.
why didn't he answer what this new 'archetype' was?
No matter, He was sure whoever was in this room would fill him in on all the details, but moving carefully around the very tall stacks, There didn't seem too be anyone here.
"Over here, didn't realise the mess." Too my right a much younger man spoke, With a wave off his hand the stacks of paper floated too the side, opening a passageway too the next person who could help me out of here.
His appearance was a lot less well kept then Husky. Long, Thick brown hair lay partly on the desk. Instead of a suit like his previous helper, This one was in a simple shirt, with half the buttons undone. With another wave of his hand a chair skirted across the floor and on the other side of the desk, which was also covered heavily in sheets and documents.
"Mr.Beckings, Husky put you to emergency acceleration, A pain in my ass too distract my work ethic, but no matter." He spoke very quickly, Like I was in his way of work. Well, I probably was. But he could atleast pretend like he wanted too be here.
"Nope, No wanna. Need to work, Yes I can read you're mind. Yes I have telekinesis, And yes I'll tell you you're future archetype so. Please let me sort this out without a distraction."
...Sorry?
With this new knowledge, I tried too silence my mind as much as I could. Quietly tapping my leg and silently whistling too myself as too not draw attention too this...kind gentleman that was helping him.
Fuck probably should've have said that, If his slight look he gave him was anything too go off. Trying too silence himself again he just listened too the scribbling on the paper, Which felt like eternity. He didn't know exactly what an archetype was. But the processor here seemed too have some sort of magical powers, could I expect some?
"Yes, I've done enough for now so I'll finish you're processing, An archetype is a form or set of abilities that compliment you're personality and achievements, Mine myself is the professor. Which allows me too learn and teach anything, although after Lord 2nd found out he gracefully sent me here. Too help with the many,many forms of legislation, paperwork and all the other shit." With a groan he rubbed his head, before swiping his hand and a document appeared in his hand. A third, spectral arm appearing out of thin air behind him and quickly writing down on the document.
What powers didn't he have?
"A lot...I am Professor or processor. T. My first name is irrelevant, And you can choose you're new name now. Although you're last name has been locked in. For a more interesting start."
With another click the document was placed down gently, and his spectral hand giving me a comfortable pen, opening it up. I was granted with various pictures, and other forms of information too sign.
They were changing how I looked?
Feeling my face, which I had grown rather attached too being honest, I felt sad that it'd change, but this was a new beginning. From my current short black hair, and my neatly kept beard. And my nerdy glasses my previous girlfriends had all but loved, This was a decent big change.
Now having me with a light brown hair, and blonde streaks in the front. The slightest form of stubble. And bright green eyes. I looked like a completely different person. My age even being reduced, My previous 23 too now being 17 These were massive changes.
But I'd take them on the chest.
Landing on the name, I couldn't go with my name at the moment, James Beckings. The man who saved his students against a school teacher, he was gone. And I was becoming a new person.
Thinking back on my life a name stuck out too me, Casey. It was the name of my should've been son. If fate didn't stop that from happening. But with this rebirth he could at least live on in memory.
scribbling it down, I landed on a basic summary of my archetype.
[Conformation] - The archetype to adapt and change too various abilities and people.
Looking up too professor. T, He seemed too get the message.
"Conformation was only recently passed, being a rather risky archetype. But it essentially allows you too copy other people's powers and abilities. You've watched Naruto right? If you copied Sasuke, You'd get the sharingan. However the drawback too this ability is you don't get the top version immediately, You get the base version. Risky but if done right, You could potentially be one of the strongest members here. Possibly even get on the council."
"Wow..So my archetype is like yours? Just instead of learning basically, I have too copy and then learn?"
"essentially yes. But I reckon you have a much higher soft cap then I do, don't say that often though." He ended the last bit of his sentence with a whisper, before telling me too sign the last bit of the document.
With a whip he took it back out of my hands, and sent it down a long metal pipe, hearing it bang against its confinements on the way down.
"Now head down the hallway and turn right. That'll lead you too deployment." Standing up for the first time since I've got here, Professor. T swipes his hand and clears a straight path too the door. Opening it kindly for me as I walk out. But before I get too say anything, It was shut clean in my face.
...Prick
Somehow I felt like he heard me, probably did. But he'll live. Wouldn't say it's the first time it's been said too him. Turning right I'm met with what can be best explained as a pod, a large, glass circular pod.
There was a woman beside it reading the document before waving her hand at me too walk into the pod. Which I did so. Shifting around awkwardly inside the cramped space. Before she went too a console.
"Mr...Casey. You are being sent too you're first world, a spectre will soon be in contact with you too lead you through you're troubles, by the looks of it you'll be having some fun. Enjoy" With a wave she pulled a switch, streaks of electricity flying past me and lifting my hair up with the pod powering up.
"Oh by the way! This is gonna hurt."
Wait wha-
"FUCK!!"
Oh fuck that hurt, worse then getting shot, but sitting up in my bed. And staring down at my body, all I could think was.
Where am I?
Getting up out the bed I found myself in, A look out my window confirmed that I actually didn't know where I was, but if my suspicions were right. I was in New York. Where in New York? I don't know. But I recognise the buildings from the back of photos. Hundreds of towering buildings and the sound of the traffic was...odd too say the least.
So my best thing too do, until my 'spectre' comes is well, may as well check my new body out. I was very clearly more defined then my last life, and another interesting fact was the very deep scars in between his knuckles, quite an odd place too get them.
...Wait
Pushing I Waited for claws too spout out, but too no avail. Damn, there goes that theory. But still doesn't explain the mystery marks.
Congratulations User #43, You're transfer was a success. I am Cara, Designed by Duke Freya
"Hi?"
No matter, Casey. You can speak too me in you're mind, I am simply here too help you process you're powers. Loading...
[Wolverine] - As the biological son of wolverine you have inherited his healing factor, enhanced senses, and claws. However you have not received adamantium, and lack the proper training compared too you're predecessor.
...
The information was somehow visible, appearing in my immediate vision and instantly translating into my head, Cara must be my 'spectre' the woman discussed.
Correct master Casey. Spectre's are assigned too a new fledged agent too help them survive and adapt, You serve the council. And after you're ascension from this world you will be giving free rein too do what you want, including you're own territory.
...Wow.
But wait, If I'm the son of Wolverine, That means I'm in a fictional universe?
Somewhat correct, You're forms of entertainment were simply slight precognition. That was able too see into the cracks between realities, The council has acted on this and became a company that control the acts within.
I could live with that.
Cara, How do I gain more abilities?
Greedy master Casey? That's alright. Most agents are. Because this is a new archetype, The tweaks aren't still set in stone. But you can either purchase a cloned copy of powers, or you can complete a mission too get them. However, since I am too guide you in our journey, I feel it only fit you work on controlling you're current abilities, and get a roadmap for what you'll do.
She's probably right, And with another mental push. Knowing this time I can. Three bone claws sprout out from my right hand. Shooting a streak of blood with them as well, Making me hiss in pain. Fuck that hurts, But retracting them I watch as the wound steams and patches itself back up, I swear wolverine's was faster.
I haven't read that much X-Men in my past life, And what I did know wasn't anything fancy. The X-Men fought magneto the whole time, Tried too recruit new mutants, And occasionally fought Jean gray's phoenix.
...Fuckkkk
-Charles Xavier-
While Logan himself wasn't very fond too admit it, He knew of wolverine's son. Casey Howlett. If the last name wasn't enough too convince him of his son. The Bone claws protruding from his knuckles would say differently.
While we were a bit busy with the X-23 case at the moment, Casey Howlett didn't seem too be going anywhere, Which could potentially buy him some time too secure not one, but two potential future wolverines.
While Laura held onto her fathers adamantium claws, It was clear Casey had taken a step back and reverted too the classic. But that means he would be essential in taking Magneto down. No metal? No stopping him.
They would have too wrap this up with Laura soon, because magneto himself could swoop him up. And pit him against us. Or UA. Charles never liked that furry little principle. And he knew that little furry creature would be plotting something.
Pushing forward he looked at all his students walking around. Perhaps he'd join us if he had some friends? Who though, If he was anything like his father their was no hope. But...
Jubilee could work? She used to be close too his father, And if she could sway him. Potentially she could get in close with his son, Romantically or not.
mutants were running out. And if Casey could contribute, He would stop at nothing too have him here.
-Principle Nezu-
It was usually mutants stayed with mutants and quirks stayed with quirks, After all they were two completely different types of people.
However after their recent move too america, Specifically very close too Xavier's institution. A bit of mixing wasn't always a bad thing.
Wolverine being a deadbeat father could work too his advantage..Staring at the half dressed new model of wolverine that just let claws fly out of his hands.
A mutant could help a lot with the recent problems they've encountered, especially with the possibility of All for one being back. Shuddering at the thought of it.
And he knew Charles would stop at nothing too keep him away from Magneto. Nezu let out a smile too himself, Taking a sip of his tea.
Maybe they could work something out?
Well, I'm back. And with something new, a weird combination if you ask me but hey, no complaints.
While it may seem a little similar too the gamer system that's been in a shit ton of stuff, and don't get me wrong when it's done good it's done good. But I wanted too change it just a tiny bit too be a little unique
Song while writing - On my own (Three days grace)