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New York was a big city I've came to realise, probably the perfect city too hide in if you had too.
So how had one of Charles' students already found me?
Whoever they were, they were good. Jumping from rooftops silently too keep a watch over me. And I definitely wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for gaining wolverine's abilities, Even then I could barely hear them, only caught a glimpse of it. And could only smell..Gunpowder?
No one came too mind, I had only seen the original X-men movies when I was young, So this must be someone that either had a very small role in them, or wasn't in it at all. Which was probably worse.
Pulling my hood up I took a right turn, bringing me too a slightly more populated area too hide myself. Before slipping into a crowd. The smells of alcohol, Cigarettes and anything under the sun overwhelming my senses for a moment. I was still getting used to them.
Even still, I had lost the scent of a mutant, How I knew what a mutant smelled like I didn't know, my current theory was this body, or person. Casey Howlett was given a backstory. And even if I hadn't received them all I had certainly received a few memories, and a few were how mutants, and something I had no clue what they were. Quirks, worked.
Mutants were usually rarer then quirks, especially in recent years. But they had a more consistently powerful base of people compared too quirks, which held a very high difference. While I myself was a mutant due too my father.
They both had a school, UA and Xavier's institute. Or XI when put beside UA. Specialising in their type of power.
And one I found interesting, while quirks were found too be more normal by the regular people, Mutants were usually not liked. With the non-powered people being blatantly racist towards mutants. With names such as 'Mutie' for us.
Which thinking about, I recognise from fallout 2.
...Another time.
At the moment I was too busy fleeing from my tracker, who seemingly hasn't given up their search. If the sound of pattering feet approaching my position from the rooftops was anything too go off.
Fuck this.
Flicking my head up, I was met with...Nothing. From where I was hearing it there should be someone there, But standing dumbfounded i couldn't realise where she could go.
"Watch where you're going asshole!" A large beep caught me off guard, Me zoning out had apparently got me onto the road just a small bit. With the beeps of traffic the only thing bringing me back too conscious. Maybe I have gone completely looney, And there wasn't anyone stalking me. Stuffing my hands into my pockets I continued my trek, ignoring any suspicious sounding footsteps I heard.
While I didn't have anywhere specific in mind too go, I just wanted too get out for a stroll. Back in college I loved going for walks too clear my mind. And that's what I was doing right now, Just listening too the white noise that came from the city. Traffic, commercials, talking. It all just became a background buzz too me.
A scream from help however, was a much different thing.
Speeding myself up I turned into an alleyway, Five people in it. A mother, a child, and three men who all stood with a weapon.
Mission received!
Summary: You're first fight huh? Even if it is pretty easy, don't die :)
Objective: Stop the gang members from hurting the family
Reward: ?
"Hey!"
The trio all flicked they're heads too look at me, with them all appearing significantly older then myself, A large scar from the chin too the nose on the middle one, who I assumed was the leader.
"Wanna play hero huh? Leave before we include you in this too, Mutie's don't deserve help!" Pulling back his trench coat, he revealed a handgun. Which got a cry from the child in his mothers hands, who appeared too be a boy.
"'Mutie' huh?"
My hand fell out of my pocket, Before giving a mental command for the claws too come out. Holding in my wince as the blood flew out and splattered on the wall beside me. My enemies seemed too have gotten the message, because with a shout too each other they swapped they're focus, and all pulled they're weapons on me.
"Shoot him down!"
Two bullets zipped into my chest before I could realise, And fuck they hurt. Letting out a groan when they hit. Before I felt my healing factor commence, pushing the casings out of my chest and landing on the ground with a 'clink'.
I don't know if it was the shooting I died in last time, Or the injustice mutants suffered, or hell even these powers. But fuck...
I was angry
-Jubilation Lee (Jubilee)-
When Charles had asked her too track wolverine's son, she didn't expect it too be so hard.
usually in her...tracking spree's. It's easy going, thanks too her detection notice. But even with that he was constantly on his toes.
Too at one point even staring directly at where she was. Somehow he hadn't seen her, But that was worthy of a fright.
His father was a good tracker, even help teach her how too do it. But Casey Howlett, he almost had an instinctual sense of where she was.
Had wolverine been going easy on her?
Shaking her head she continued racing across rooftops, her powers were too loud too use here. And would instantly draw attention back too her. Sliding down the side of a building she leaped back into a crowd with a slight thud, following where she had seen Casey go.
And where was he? The never ending crowd of New York?
...Or in the alleyway murdering three men.
A frown landed on Jubilee's face. Silently entering the alleyway too see the bloodshed being performed, One man lay dead against a wall, His arms over on the other side of the alley. While another hung from the fire escape ladder. His intestines hanging down onto the ground. And the last guy?
Busy being made into a piece of cheese by her suspect, His grunts sounding almost identical too his father. And the splats of three also similiar claws going in and out of his opponents stomach.
"Hey dude? I think he's dead." Blowing her bubblegum up she placed a hand on her side, leaning over slightly as she awaited his answer. Only widening them when she seen why he was murdering three men.
Saving people?
Well atleast his head was on his shoulders properly, although his methods could be a tad more...civilised. Still no answer? Beginning her approach she readied her hands up. With a very high chance he wasn't as negotiable as his dear old dad.
"Could you please stop stabbing a corpse and speak?" Stopping only a few feet away from him, close enough to hear his laboured breathing. Flickering her vision down too see atleast a dozen bullet casings below him. And the drops of blood that came with it.
Casey turned around however, Slowly too stare at her. A large snarl on his face, ahh. Tunnel vision. Same his dad gets.
"Woahh, Don't worry. I'm a friend, here from Xavier's instit-"
Jubilee barely had enough time too react too the empty gun being flung at her head, before watching Casey make his escape, Clumsily climbing the railings of the fire escape ladders too get away. With a sigh Jubilee began to follow, before stopping at the two people crying on the floor.
...Casey could wait, Charles was gonna want too see this.
-Casey-
Why was I running?
I didn't even know, It all happened soo fast. At one point I was getting shot. And the next I was stabbing an already clear dead man, I was covered in blood. And I couldn't tell if any of it was mine.
stopping at the corner of a building, I layed down beside it. My chest was in pain, Various marks from the bullets being shot at point black littered it, and the remnants of what used too be my hoodie, My claws also. The bones on them seemingly chipped, with some parts of them being thinner then other.
And it hurt like a bitch.
Mission complete!
Summary: You're first fight huh? Even if it is pretty easy, don't die :)
Objective: Stop the gang members from hurting the family
Reward: [Wolverine] abilities slightly boosted
Taking a breath I let out a groan, watching as the bullet marks disappeared. And the last bit of bleeding stopped.
If anything that was too slow, But I could feel my healing factor get sharper, along with my senses. But I thought I had cloned wolverine's powers from the start?
You're [wolverine] set is not equal too the original, after you're slight boost, You have roughly 60% of the original wolverine's abilities
So [conformation] isn't an exact clone of powers?
Not always master Casey, As you grow in strength so does [conformation, but for now you're powers will be inferior too it's original user. However in the future any set you acquire will either be equal, or superior.
It'd be hard too expect too be that strong starting of. But atleast I knew now. But the new problem was what do I do now?
I could continue too hunt down random goons, becoming a sort of vigilante. Especially these people who have a hatred for mutants. But following down that path it's likely magneto will come looking for me. Or whoever there boss is could catch me, and I doubt he'd be as easy as they were. Even if I got a bit of trouble from it.
I could join Xavier's school, but even though I didn't experience it, a bit of resentment for my father is in me, for apparently just leaving me and my mother alone.
But for now it was my turn, And smelling the girl who was following me before, I began the hunt. Specifically too see where she was bringing the duo I saved. Taking her spot of prowling from the rooftops, Once again pulling up the remains of my hood, which had various holes and cuts in it from my fight.
She walked too a rather fancy car, Turning around for me too get a good look. She was Asian, With short black hair. And a yellow coat that stuck out quite a bit. She wanted too be seen, and somehow I hadn't caught her stalking me. Punching myself in my mind I focused again, There was a woman in the car, who looked oddly familiar.
...Is that storm?
Black skin with white hair, yup that was definitely storm. And if I barely duped the other girl, Storm would certainly destroy me in a fight, thankfully I doubt she had seen me.
The car soon left, leaving the yellow coated woman standing in the rain, popping her annoying bubblegum for some reason, before simply turning and walking away.
And with that I left, no need for me too follow her anymore when I have no idea what her powers are, Bone manipulation? Who knows. And I don't plan on finding out, Self-preservation too the core. I didn't plan on dying again so soon.
Returning too my apartment which thankfully wasn't too far away, I slumped over on my bed, letting out a groan from the tiredness, I wasn't a man who usually got shot at and walked it off.
Progress was slow, but steady.
My abilities didn't have much potential too grow, only too match my predecessor. But that didn't mean I couldn't stop training.
I had taught myself on bringing out individual claws, And too limit how much came out. Instead of the full thing I was able too only bring out an inch or so of them. Which could be useful for a surprise attack.
But I had noticed a problem with the bone claws, How fragile they could be. Dealing with simple thugs was fine, But if I was too get into the big leagues. There was a high chance they would simply get snapped by someone. Especially the likes of the original wolverine, Or juggernaut.
Eventually I was going too have too spread out my abilities and gain someone else's, But for now I should master my current ones. Which led me back into a chase, This time being on top of a car.
The gang, Which I have traced down as the yakuza. Came here too torment mutants and quirks alike, A Japanese gang in America was rather odd. But the claws coming out of my hands was a sign that weird things happened on the daily.
With a smash the driver's window was broke, And the driver himself wasn't long before his neck was pierced. The vehicle we found ourselves on beginning too speed up and swerve.
"Get him the fuck off the roof!" Through my heightened hearing, The cock of a gun brought my attention too the people in the backseat. Not quick enough however, With the bullets piercing my rib cage and legs respectively, Not giving it a minute too rest I pulled my arm back. Before sending my left hands claws into the roof of the car.
It hurt, But the roof had already been punctured by the bullets so my bone claws were able too get through, just barely. And enough too keep my position. My legs swinging off the car with a big swerve onto the next street.
With a kick I smashed the back window open, the glass momentarily stunning one of my assailants, and retracting my claws I sent myself into the car, and on top of two of my attackers, They were quickly defeated with a simple slice too the throats. The last one unarmed was put out of his misery by a stab too the back of the head.
But I clearly didn't think this through, with our transportation speeding up and swerving left and right barely through traffic, The near-dead driver trying his best to survive.
Climbing back out the window, I leaped. As far as I could, before the car smashed into a parked truck, A large screech coming from the steel bending before it stopped. The feeling of pain overcoming in my back made me stop my observation.
I had jumped out the window, and flew into an electrical pole. Leaving a large body sized dent in it before smashing into the concrete. Thankfully it was late, And the heavy rain also disguised me a small bit. Giving me a moment too breath, coughing up a large sum of blood and spitting it out.
Involuntarily, I might add. Catching my breath with a wheeze I felt my body rearrange itself. But it had most definitely gotten faster. Rising too my feet a bit quicker then usual I sigh before continuing my way down the street, pulling the cash out of my pocket.
Every group I defeated, Rewarded me with a small sum of cash, Which was enough too keep me going. Getting a drink from a shop before continuing my way down.
Roughly a week was how long I've been here. And since the stalking incident it's calmed down. But the feeling of constant surveillance still hasn't left. Letting my vision slide too the very tall blonde man watching me. His sunken blue eyes almost searching my soul.
Grabbing my supplies I left, Feeling his eyes still watching the back of my head...Did he know?
Shaking my head I continued on my way, Looking for any more goons on my path. It was good training, especially for getting used too the extra reach that came from my blades. Even better that none of them would be missed.
Well probably not.
The crash a street over was different then the usual yakuza members, a large explosion and the screams of dozen making me raise an eyebrow. Must be one of them villains I've heard about. That's one thing about the quirk heroes. They felt like putting a label on anything.
It got worse, and before I even started too walk towards it the man from the shop burst ahead of me, running faster then I expected towards the commotion.
Fuck it, why not?
Leaving my newfound supplies in a rather hidden alleyway I made my approach, weaving my way through a large crowd until I saw what all the fuss was about.
Mission received!
Summary: A villains attacking the city, what's new huh?
Objective: Defeat the minor villain
Reward: ?
My confusion returned again, becuase what the fuck was he wearing? From a close look whoever it was appeared too be a teenager, wearing a gas mask and flailing around a revolver in the air. With someone on the ground underneath him choking.
"Hello crowd! I am mustard, The newest and possible greatest teenage villain too arrive here. Be proud that you all shall live too tell the tale, except this boy here of course."
Getting too the front of the crowd, The boy on the ground. Who kept conjuring up small traces of water before holding in his oxygen again. Looked towards the crowd. An almost enraged look on him.
The smell, even through the horrible sense of the gas. Whoever he was, he was a mutant.
...Fuck sake.
Walking out of the crowd I landed into the large clearing he had made, with everyone holding they're distance. Not taking too long for his attention to swap too me. His face masked but even then I could still sense his sneer.
"Someone's came too challenge me have they? No matter, I'll end you as quick as you came." Raising his hand up he aimed his gun. Directly for my chest, A smirk landing on my face as he did.
"Just saying bub, Mustard's a fucking shit name."
...Where did I get 'bub'?
With a growl he let his magazine empty, unloading shot after shot into my chest. But this had became my life in the past week. When the clicking came too an end he stared in confusion, watching as I took a deep exhale, the casings falling too the floor with a familiar clink.
My turn.
Jumping forward I seen his eyes widen, even through the red glass, Lucky he had that helmet, My fist nearly went straight through it. And that was without claws.
Mustard stumbled back, a crack appearing all the way down his right eye hole too the bottom of the mask, A growl coming from him before he raised his hands, a mist appearing out of them.
Jumping forward, I buckled for a brief moment, Breathing in the mist had been a mistake. Feeling my healing factor fighting the damage being done too my lungs, with a silent growl I let my claws out, the blood splattering on the ground. Before leaping towards him, sinking my claws into his stomach. And with a grunt lifting him up.
Repelling from shock, the mist cleared up for a moment, before being targeted directly at my face. Making me drop him from the air, rolling away from me. Regaining my vision I stand up with a grunt, making eye contact with the previous downed man.
Standing upright, He looked too be of similar age too me, With rather bland brown hair. With a clean shaven face, but not everyone could be unique. That didn't matter now however, with our mutual enemy finished loading his bullets. Aiming towards me.
"It seems I, mustard. Have found my equal! Perhaps we call for a truce?" His voice wavered, a sign that he knew he wasn't going too win this. Letting out a chuckle I nod too the mutant.
"Hmm, how about...No?" Finishing my sentence, mustard raised his gun and fired. The bullet soaring towards my head. But what happened was certainly interesting.
Mustard's arm turned into solid ice, and stopping just below his neck. And our mystery man spoke.
"Guessing by them claws you're a mutant like us, But we'll speak after this dude gets too the police."
Mustard looked between us in fear, His mask slipping a small bit too show his soft, child looking side. But the small seep of his gas was making me anxious, and I don't like being anxious. Grabbing ice dude and throwing him a bit into the crowd. Before mustard let out a roar and exploded into a field of gas.
It instantly flew down my wind pipe, making me cough. Spouts of blood bubbling as I spit it out, staring at my adversary. Fuck this dude, he wouldn't be doing this much longer.
Leaping at him, I stabbed my claws straight into his chest, sending us both barrelling too the ground as he let out a cry of pain.
With a roar, partially muffled by the gurgling blood in my throat. I swung down and shattered the ice covering his arm. The gas mask muffling his roars, picking up the revolver with his spare hand he unloaded it into my stomach, making me recoil from the mixture of that and the gas.
I needed too get out of the gas, my healing factor was matching it and a bit more, but the bullet wounds weren't healing, and right now my healing factor was at its limit.
But I had too defeat him, so with one last push I stabbed straight into his chest, hearing his pained wheeze, before I twisted my hand. A plethora of disgusting squishes and snaps coming from it, The gas slowly subsided, probably from his body no longer producing it, and focusing on not dying.
I don't know exactly where I hit, but it was probably vital, if the struggling breathing and the intense bleeding was anything too go by, and unlike me. He lacked a means too combat that.
poor guy.
It wasn't soon until Ice guy came back, stopping momentarily too look at the crushed 'mustard'. What a dumb name. A tinge of guilt hit like a truck when ice guy took off mustards mask, revealing a teen not much younger then myself. And if his pandered breathing was anything too go off. He wouldn't be around much longer. Mysterious mutant stormed towards me with rage on his face, going too speak before he cut me off.
"Look I kno-"
"God fuck you, Didn't you know he had mental issues? That's why I was sent too get him, not you. His gas wasn't harming me, not until you started pressuring him."
"He was waving a fucking gun, And what exactly were you doing? Because from what I seen it was choking on the ground. So much for not harmful" A sneer landed on my face, as my words took a hit on him. Going too speak before dropping his head.
"Y-You..you didn't even take the time too judge what was happening." His face was one of steel, showing barely any emotions as he spoke. "As an X-man that's what we're taught, And especially as mutants we have too control ourselves. So you instantly jumping in, and not killing him. You tortured him, It was clear that you weren't going too die from his gas. But you played with you're food." Cracking once again he stared, a likewise sneer landing on his face. "You're like you're father, Casey."
Who the fuck does he think he is?
With a growl I sent a hook clean for his jaw, Connecting successfully which sent him rocking back a few feet. Rubbing his cheek before snarling at me for a moment, taking his composure back.
"Exactly like you're dad. Do me a favour will ya? Don't come near me again."
Walking off he pulled out a phone and rang the police, leaving me stood there. Before turning around one last time.
"And it's iceman. For when you're scowling too yourself about this later."
...Fuck you iceman.
Mission complete!
Summary: A villains attacking the city, what's new huh?
Objective: Defeat the minor villain
Reward: Public reputation, 300 cash.
I don't know if either of them were worth it, but it is what it is. Turning back too the crowd, all of them staring in fear.
If it was at the dying man, currently getting tended too by emergency services. Or me, currently dripping with blood that most of it wasn't mine.
...I probably know the answer.
-Toshinori Yagi-
That poor young man.
Watching the saviour of iceman limp away, seemingly in shame he couldn't help but feel bad, Casey he had heard iceman say.
Casey had given his all too save iceman, And while the villain was in...Less then favourable shape. Wincing at the missing arm and the laboured breathing. Even when getting pulled into an ambulance. He had seen him save iceman, Not the first time. But the outburst that mustard had. The one where even wolverine's son. Struggled too breath through.
He was a hero, Or was at least on the verge too becoming a hero, unless something like this strayed him off course...His encounter with iceman did seem less then favourable.
Nevertheless, When he was next as all might, he would track down young Casey. And convince him too come too UA, it wouldn't be the first time a mutants attended.
There was a war coming, even if he didn't want too admit it. And while young midoriya was a good candidate for One for All. Young Casey could perhaps protect his protégé. Until he was strong enough himself.
And a fuck you too Logan would be good as well, for stealing Rebecca from him all those years ago.
-Jubilee-
"Wait-What? He killed mustard? That C-tier villain?"
"Well...Not exactly, He nearly killed mustard, shattered his arm. And from what I've heard he cut his aorta open. But mustards in the emergency room as we speak."
Letting out a sigh Jubilee slumped in the couch.
The small group she was with had planted themselves in the sitting room, waiting for Bobby too get home. Which took much longer then expected, until he arrived in a fury.
Kitty had found herself appalled by the story, But Kurt had simply nodded the head too it, claiming 'Ze only right thing too do'
...Probably shouldn't do accents in my head.
Taking a sip of her drink she let iceman explain the situation, Hiding the fact that she was supposed to bring him here. Something Bobby didn't sound too keen about, as he ranted and raved about how he tortured mustard and assaulted him.
Grow a pair of balls Bobby.
One thing that she had copped however, Was the way the usually distant rogue had stayed too hear the description of him. Leaning against the door frame twirling her hair too the kind description Bobby had given. Brown hair, blonde streaks mostly in the front, very bright green eyes. And even Bobby couldn't leave out the muscular mid section. Even referencing some scars on his neck he had seen.
Side eyeing rogue, A smirk landed on jubilee's face. Rogue had a type, And Logan's son seemed too fill it.
No not X-men 97 rogue, X-men evolutions rogue. 1. cuz she's goth and 2. She's goth
Mha is finally starting too seep in a small bit, and we'll see where Casey goes with this.
Song while writing - How you remind me (Nickleback)