🧬 THE XAVIER SCHOOL GUIDE TO MUTANT SUCCESS
Kindle Edition -- Now Live.
How to Win Friends and Accidentally Level a City
by Kushibada Book Pond, Blacksite Literature™
📚 Welcome to mutant adolescence. Please don’t pet the instructors. Or piss off Storm.
This is your unofficial survival guide to the most catastrophically uninsurable school in the Marvel Universe.
✔️ Orientation tips from Logan, Storm, Rogue, and Scott
✔️ Guidance on surviving nude wolf-women and psychic screamers
✔️ Telepathy-based crush confessions during Algebra
✔️ A suspiciously comforting letter from Professor X
✔️ Haunted wings. Inappropriate Sentinels. Field hazard maps.
If you ever felt weird in school… imagine sprouting claws in 5th period.
🎓 This is mutant puberty with a paper trail.
📘 This is Hogwarts for the genetically unstable.
💥 This is your childhood rebooted -- and now you're the chaos.
Live now on Kindle.
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Reblog if you were the weird kid. Buy it if you survived it.
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“This handbook will either save your life or get you sent to the Danger Room again.”
-- Cyclops, reluctantly.
Con todo perdido, lo único que le quedaba al Barón Zemo para mantenerse en pie era añadir una sexta fase a las etapas del duelo: la venganza.
Aún era un misterio qué o quién había desencadenado la explosión que le había arrebatado a su familia para siempre. Pero con paciencia y astucia se llegaba más lejos de lo que ninguna súper habilidad podía conseguir por sí sola, y eso era justo lo que le describía a la perfección.
Sin embargo, los últimos meses de investigación habían llegado a un callejón sin salida. Pero, y para su gran sorpresa, aquel día todo estaba a punto de cambiar. Más allá de cualquier creencia.
Simplemente Zemo se puso a pies de los escombros que recordaban la catástrofe cuando apareció ella.
El sonido de los tacones de la holandesa se mitigó al pisar la hierba que rodeaba los escombros; era algo más impactante que lo que había podido apreciar en los medios de comunicación. Siquiera ella misma sabía a quién se encontraría allí, pero conocía su misión y pensaba cumplirla hasta el final: entregar lo acordado según el plan de Alec.
—He venido todos los días durante los últimos once meses. Esta es la primera vez que te veo aquí. —Viró hacia ella, manos a la espalda—. Permíteme ser lo suficientemente desconfiado como para creer que es cosa del azar. Podemos saltarnos las cortesías.
—Directo, me gusta. Digamos que tengo algo que podría interesarte. Me ha costado mucho conseguirlo, espero que lo tengas en consideración. Supongo que perdiste mucho tras esas ruinas.
—Algo de mi interés. Está claro que una vez lo tenga, tú querrás algo mío que sea de tu interés. Supones que perdí mucho aquí, te diré lo que yo sé. No estás aquí por iniciativa propia, alguien te ha pedido que lo hagas. No sabes quién soy, no te han dado toda la información. Pero has deducido bien. No solo he perdido mucho aquí, lo he perdido todo. Así que si has venido a darme justo lo que ando buscando, entonces haré un trato contigo para obtenerlo.
—Bueno, tengo la información que necesitaba y, por suerte para ti, también la que necesitas tú. Así que… Yo diría que no está nada mal. —Se tomó unos segundos en silencio antes de abrir su bolso para sacar el material que Alec le había cedido, dejándolo lejos de su alcance, demostrándole que no era ningún farol—. ¿Qué serías capaz de hacer por esto? Sé de buena mano que es justo lo que estás buscando.
Una parte de él quiso coger desesperadamente los papeles, gracias a su temple de acero ni los miró una vez estuvieron fuera. En su lugar, seguía con las pupilas fijas en Aurore.
—Estoy seguro de que quien ten envía, sabe muy bien quién soy. No sé muy bien qué clase de negocio se trae entre manos, no me interesa. Pero debe ser importante si ha podido dar con ello. —Señaló los papeles con la barbilla—. Estoy dispuesto a prestar mis conocimientos militares si los requiere. La condición será que no entorpezca mis planes de venganza con sus caprichos. Soy un hombre ocupado. ¿Y bien?
Extendió una mano hacia ella, esperando tener de una vez por todas el nombre del asesino de su familia. Tan cegado por la ira que ni siquiera pensó que podía tratarse de una artimaña.
Aurore observó su mano unos segundos justo antes de entrelazarla con la propia con un apretón algo más fuerte de lo que podría haber esperado cualquiera viniendo de ella.
—Un acuerdo es un acuerdo. Trato hecho.
Sin aún soltar su mano, acercó al cuerpo ajeno los papeles que supondrían un antes y un después para mucha gente.
—Nos volveremos a ver, encanto. No lo dudes. Espero que los disfrutes.
Agarró los papeles entre ambas manos como si pesaran una tonelada. Los ojos de Zemo pasaron de la mujer hacia los mismos. Tras unos segundos alzó de nuevo la mirada hacia la baronesa y asintió, consciente de que volverían a verse.
No apartó la mirada de ella hasta que la vio alejarse, momento en el que decidió hacer frente a sus demonios y abrió el archivo, encontrando en primer lugar una foto y un nombre.
James Buchanan Barnes.
El nuevo protegido de los Vengadores.
Como un fin de semana cualquiera en la escuela, los alumnos del telepático deambulaban por los pasillos del centro y los exteriores mientras él, hasta arriba de trabajo, se encerró en su despacho para terminar con el papeleo pendiente. Quizás, con un poco de suerte, acabaría a la hora del almuerzo y podría dedicar la tarde a sus hijos o hermanos, pudiendo así disfrutar de unas horas en familia. Últimamente tenía la impresión de que apenas pasaba tiempo con ellos, quería ponerle remedio.
Nada auguraba que, pasado el mediodía, todo cambiaría para siempre dentro de aquellas paredes. Apenas tuvo tiempo de reaccionar para levantar la mirada cuando el “bing” de una cuenta atrás sonó y, de seguido, todo se volvió negro.
No supo cuánto tiempo transcurrió desde que cerró los ojos hasta que los volvió a abrir. Simplemente, cuando lo hizo, todo estaba tan oscuro como al principio. Por unos minutos, desorientado, no pudo hacer más que removerse entre los escombros sin ser consciente de que estaba atrapado entre ellos. En su cabeza se había instalado un fuerte zumbido que ensordecía todo a su alrededor hasta que, una vez cesó, dio paso a cientos de pensamientos de terror, agonía y desesperación.
Ante la abrumadora sensación, Brandon emitió un grito sordo y se llevó las manos a la cabeza en un desesperado y vano intento de acallar las voces. Algunas se hacían más fuertes, otras, simplemente, se extinguían con el pasar de los minutos.
—¿Alguien… alguien puede oírme? ¿Hola? ¿ALGUIEN PUEDE OÍRME? ¡Ralph! ¡Kala! ¡TARA!
No hubo respuesta más que la misma avalancha de pensamientos que amenazaban con dejarlo en estado de trance, teniendo que hacer acopio de fuerzas para dejar en un segundo plano las voces.
En cuanto su vista se acostumbró a la oscuridad comprobó con pavor qué había sucedido: la escuela, su hogar, el sueño de su vida, reducido a escombros y cenizas. Sin siquiera saber por qué. Un nudo prieto se instaló en su estómago con tal fuerza que, durante los segundos siguientes, amenazó con hacerle tener un ataque de pánico, incapacitando su capacidad de respiración.
Un sudor frío cayó por su frente y su corazón se aceleró hasta la taquicardia. ¿Dónde estaban sus hijos? ¿Dónde estaba él mismo? ¿Qué había sido de sus alumnos? De todas esas vidas que él mismo juró cuidar y proteger.
Desesperado, trató de usar la fuerza de sus brazos para moverse e intentar encontrar una salida. Él, y no otro, debía ponerles a salvo. Sin embargo, no tardó en comprender que varios amasijos de hierros inmovilizaban sus piernas. De no ser por la lamentable situación incluso habría visto la ironía del asunto: sus piernas. Las que, de por sí, no podía mover.
—¡KALA! ¡TARA! ¡RALPH! Dios, por favor, por favor, decidme que estáis bien. Decidme que estáis bien. Por favor, mis hijos no. Mis hijos no. ¿Podéis…? ¿Podéis oírme?
Comprendiendo que, mientras no pudiera moverse, mientras no pudiera ponerse a sí mismo a salvo, tampoco podría hacer nada por asegurar el bienestar de todos aquellos a quienes quería, no pudo hacer más que dejarse abrumar por los agónicos pensamientos de sus amigos y alumnos mientras las lágrimas emanaban sin descanso de sus ojos.
—Lo siento… Lo siento muchísimo. Lo siento.
En silencio, en completa soledad, se despidió de su sueño, de su escuela. Un hogar destruido que había dejado cientos de corazones rotos.
El estallido le pilló por sorpresa, lo único que percibió Peter fue un intenso cosquilleo en la nunca y, de pronto, una luz cegadora lo cubría todo al par que su cuerpo salía despedido varios metros atrás. Lo siguiente que sintió fue un golpe en la cabeza y varios trozos de escombros cubrir su cuerpo, hasta que perdió por completo el sentido.
Los minutos pasaron. Donde segundos atrás había fuego, ahora quedaban cenizas; un edificio que se consumía y se venía abajo sin que nada ni nadie pudiera hacer nada al respecto. El silencio seguía sin ser opción, la explosión había dado paso a un zumbido agudo y, finalmente, a gritos de horror y dolor.
Peter abrió los ojos, sobresaltado, necesitando unos segundos más para recordar dónde estaba. Le costaba pensar con claridad, tenía la vista nublada y respiraba polvo. Solo era consciente de una cosa: la escuela mutante se había venido abajo. Mary Jane, ya no estaba con él.
No gritó, pero un gruñido agónico se desprendió de entre sus dientes cuando, haciendo acopio de su fuerza sobre humana, Peter agarró los escombros más pesados que tenía sobre él y comenzó a levantarlos, hasta recuperar la movilidad de su cuerpo. Si se había roto algún hueso, el subidón de adrenalina no le permitía ser consciente.
Conforme los minutos transcurrían y se iba moviendo, sus esperanzas caían en picado. Hasta ahora, el cien por cien de personas que iba encontrando estaban muertas. “MJ está bien. MJ es fuerte. Estará bien. La vas a sacar de aquí… La vas a sacar de…”
—¿Peter…?
—¿MJ? ¡MJ YA VOY! ¡No te muevas! ¡Ya voy! ¡Ya voy! Aguanta. Ya voy.
Oír la voz de su amiga le dio un halo de esperanza, razón por la que agilizó sus movimientos y usó sus lanza redes. La voz de la chica había sonado débil, casi agónica, pero ignoró tal hecho. La encontraría, la sacaría de allí y ambos se pondrían bien. Era todo cuanto iba a pasar.
Sin embargo, cuando llegó hasta MJ se dio de golpe contra la cruda realidad: una barra de hierro la atravesaba a la altura del estómago. El chico araña no pudo disimular un gesto de horror.
—MJ no… No, no. Espera, espera. No te muevas… No te muevas, ¿vale? Vamos a salir de aquí. Vamos a salir de esta… ¿ALGUIEN PUEDE OÍRME? ¿HOLA? ¿ALGUIEN? ¡¡AYUDA POR FAVOR!! ¡AYUDA!
—Peter…
—No, no hables. No hables, ¿vale? Tienes que… Tú aguanta, MJ.
—Peter, por favor, escúchame. —Llevó una mano hacia su rostro para obligarlo a detenerse y que la mirase, consciente de que tenía poco tiempo—. Necesito que hagas algo por mí Peter. Tienes que… Tienes que ayudarme.
—Claro, lo hare. Lo haré. Te sacaré de aquí. Te salvaré MJ.
—No, no a mí. A mi hermano, Pet.
Conocía al hermano de MJ, o más bien lo conoció. Un chico bondadoso que nunca dudó en ayudar a los de su alrededor, costase lo que costase. Los Parker incluidos. Pero desapareció, tiempo atrás, sin dejar rastro.
—Dominic está vivo… Es… Es él. Es…
—¿Quién MJ? ¿Quién es?
—El Buitre.
Spider-Man se quedó silencio. Se había visto máscara a máscara con el Buitre, una pelea que había dejado postrado al metahumano un par de días. Un villano. ¿Cómo había pasado de héroe local a aquello? No tenía sentido alguno, era incapaz de entenderlo rodeado de esas circunstancias, y tampoco puso sus esfuerzos en ello. No había tiempo.
—Mary Jane, yo…
—No Peter, prométemelo. Promete que salvarás a Dominic. Júralo.
La mirada decidida de la chica se clavó a consciencia en él quien, sin querer decepcionarla, asintió.
—Lo juro —aseguró—. Salvaré a Dominic. Pero también te salvaré a ti. Tú solo… Aguanta unos minutos más. La ayuda ya está en camino. Vamos a salir de esta. Los dos vamos a salvar a tu hermano.
—Eres el mejor súper héroe de todos.
Pronunciadas esas últimas palabras, los ojos de MJ se apartaron de la mirada suplicante de su amigo, hasta perderse en el infinito. Peter tardó unos segundos en percatarse de tal suceso, y cuando lo hizo, se resistió a aceptar la verdad.
—¿MJ? Hey, eh… MJ… MJ vamos, vamos. Hey. Mary Jane… ¿Mary Jane? Mary Jane… ¡Por favor, por favor! Por favor… MJ, no me hagas esto. MJ despierta, despierta, despierta. MJ, por favor, respira, ¡respira! Mary Jane por favor, no… No. No. No. Mary Jane, por favor.
...
MJ se había ido.
| Menciones: Escuela Mutante, MJ y El Buitre; @brookskala , @eternalcaptain ; @courtslegacy |
Mutants around a ghost are sorely outmatched and Danny’s one of the strongest there is, even if he’s a slightly broken kid.
Katherine, also now to those around her as Kitty, nods as she drives past the Amity sign, she wasn’t quite sure how she was going to find this mutant Xavier suspected was here. Or more specifically how she was going to get a hold of him. Phantom was more than just often spotted but was notoriously impossible to capture. She’s honestly a little glad for that, who knows what would be done to him. Even more so as it seems this town was notorious for having ghosts hunters and they all believed Phantom was simply a ghost and thus ‘evil’. Xavier seemed to think that wasn’t the case, that the boy was a mutant of some kind. The way he had frowned slightly leads her to think Phantom might be an experiment. The fact that the town was very well hidden and blacklisted was definitely not a good sign. It took a lot to find any information apparently.
Checking in with the hotel and quirking an eyebrow over the waver the receptionist gives her. Said receptionist answering her expression with clearly practiced ease, “to stay here overnight requires wavers, if you really do decide to stay for your full weeks' reservation, you’ll have to acquire ghost insurance down at the station. This is due to the unusual dangers present in town and you, as an outsider, don’t know how to deal with them”.
Katherine shakes her head slightly, “so this whole ghost thing is quite real”.
“Yup. Here’s your key card”, Katherine takes it with a nod and heads to her room.
She doesn’t waste much time setting up before wandering around the town, hoping to either spot Phantom or find some kind of clues. Finding herself chuckling a little at the mall, the kids' symbol was everywhere, some things even having the ‘inviso-bill’ code name on them. Which was honestly horrible, even her first code name ‘Sprite’ would have made more sense. Shaking her head, if Phantom was a mutant, he was already pretty well established in the world of heroics. He even had tons of detractors already, whether that was because of what everyone thought he was or not.
Ending up at the library, hoping to learn anything about what’s being labelled as ‘ghosts’. Leaning over to the receptionist, “so what're the best option for me to look into on this whole ghost deal?”.
Getting a soft laugh in return before the lady shakes her head with a small smile, “if you’re genuinely curious dearie, FentonWorks, but those two could talk anyone’s ears off for days about ghosts. We have a few books if you just want more generalised or fictional reading”.
“Are ‘those two’ experts on ghosts?”.
The lady nods immediately, “top of the field they say. Built an inter-dimensional portal into the Ghost Zone they say. Are the best makers of ecto-weapons they say. People say a lot, they say even more. They’ve got kids too. One’s probably the smartest person on Earth and the others basically an enigma. All four are strange. Head down the road and to the right. Look for the house with a giant FentonWorks sign that should be a light pollution threat and with a ufo, that can turn into a blimp and a jet, on top”.
Katherine blinks and nods at that, certainly won’t be the strangest thing she’s seen but that’s pretty up there. Turning to head out after thanking the lady.
It really doesn’t take long to find the house, muttering to herself, “that is one obnoxious sign”, before knocking on the door. She can’t help but think that these two would look right at home with all the mutants, jumpsuits were a pretty common sight with them.
Maddie asking, “hello? Can we help you?”.
Katherine nods with a smile, “yes, I’m visiting town and I was wondering if you could tell me a little about the whole ‘ghosts’ thing?”. She makes a point not to react on instinct to the rather massive Jack practically dragging her inside with an almost disturbing level of excitement.
Jack pushes her at the kitchen table, “wait here! We have awesome inventions!”, before running off down stairs.
Maddie smiles at her and points to a kettle, “would you like some tea?”. At Katherine’s nod Maddie starts up the kettle before sitting down, “so what is it you want to know? Outside of the basics of course”.
Katherine nods with a slight smile, “that for sure”, laughing slightly, “anything important for safety and why there seems to be one that’s just...fighting the others”.
Maddie sighs and shakes her head, “ah yes, Phantom. That one’s strange and an anomaly”, smiling a bit, “what we wouldn’t give to get our hands on It and see how It really works!”. Katherine makes it a point to not react visibly to that. While Jack bounds up the stairs, “talking ‘bout Phantom? If we could only get this baby-”, holding up some weird looking Bazooka with a claw hand on it, “-on It, then we could open that ghostie up! Get right down to the molecules!”.
It’s then that the son walks in the front doors, looking honestly skittish, “I’m home!”. Katherine watches him look her over with extreme caution, he was clearly very mistrustful. While he looks to his mom, “mom, who’s this?”.
“Oh jut a curious traveller sweetie”.
Katherine notes how the kid flinches when Jack swings around the weapon thing, “she wants us to blabber about ghosts! And look! We finished the Fenton Ectoplasm Crusher!”.
The kid looks slightly like a deer in headlights, “that’s great dad. I’m just gonna not stay here. I’ll be in my room if you need me!”, the last bit comes out rushed as the weapon goes off and shoots off at Danny, slamming into the wall where he was standing as he bolts up the stairs; the invention electrocuting the wall.
Katherine looking to Jack, “do inventions often go after him like that? Is that safe?”.
Maddie waves her off, “it’s fine. Ecto-weapons can’t hurt humans. It can just be a little startling”, Katherine watch’s as the women shoots her own hand to prove a point. Only thing, for the kid to have any kind of ingrained fear response to said weapons, means they must affect him. At least a little.
Jack picks up, utterly unaware of Katherine’s slight mistrust of them, “so we’ve been in the field for years! And one thing we know is that ghosts are evil ectoplasmic manifestations of post-human consciousness! They’re dangerous creatures!”.
Maddie nods, “we try to catalogue and record as many of them as we can, their powers too. And how best to contain or defeat them. See, they’re not capable of human emotions or being good. Even that Phantom one”, she shakes her head, “just feeding off the attention people give It. Why so many feel the need to see It as anything but a monster we’ll never know”.
Katherine feels like she’s heard this all before. Deciding to ask something more basic, “are they actually dead though? Or just abnormal people?”.
Jack chuckles, “oh they’re dead all right! No bones, no blood, no organs. Entirely made of ectoplasm! Which is a great energy source actually! We fuel our weapons with it!”.
Maddie looks from her husband to Katherine, “yes it sure is. Some ghosts were once human, or dogs, others we aren’t quite sure what they used to be. There’s plenty of work to be done in the field. One thing we can all agree on, those of us in the profession, is that ghosts are simply the negative and obsessive remnants of their living self. Rarely remembering so much as their name. They come to our world to wreak havoc and hurt those that dare still have what they lost. Or they seek power”.
Jack lifts up a few different weapons, and a fishing pole? While he speaks, “most of our inventions are to counteract their powers! All ectoplasm has certain abilities, but the really tricky ghosts are the ones with unique powers!“.
Maddie nods with a sigh, “which is the problem with Phantom. It’s unlike any other ghost. Able to get past anti-ghost things somehow and get into our world so frequently”.
Katherine tilts her head, “our world?”.
Jack beams and nods, “yup! Ghosts come from and exist in an alternately dimension! The Ghost Zone! Our work started really picking up when we figured out how to access the place!”.
Maddie smiles and gets up to pour the tea, speaking as she does, “it’s a very dangerous place, filled with ecto-filth and their lairs. They plot and heal there, before coming here to cause issues”.
Katherine smiles and takes the offered tea, while the conversation continues.
She listens to them, not really sure what to make of it all other than that the two really hate ghosts and wanted to both harm and control them. But she finds herself paying more attention to the coming and goings of the two kids. The daughter eyes held intelligence that likely surpassed nearly everyone’s and something tells Katherine that the daughter is far more watchful and suspicious than she lets on. The boy, on the other hand, only seemed relaxed when his parents were not looking at or near him. Other wise he was jumpy, skittish. But he was making a point to still be around his parents, though clearly avoiding them as quickly as he can. She also notes how the two seem to be able to look after themselves entirely, how the sister puts herself between the parents and the boy, how the parents are absorbed in their work, and how there are anti-ghost things everywhere...even the toaster is anti-ghost.
She smiles at them as she leaves but frowns when she’s out of sight, if she wasn’t curious about the two kids before, she was now. Pausing as she sees the daughter sitting on a bench, just out of sight of the Fenton house, reading an advanced psychology text.
Katherine walking up and asking, “you’re the daughter, what do you think of all this ghost stuff”.
She giggles slightly and snaps the book shut, “it’s Jasmine or Jazz for short. And it’s very real, even if my parents are extreme about it...and wrong in many ways”, Katherine watches as Jazz squints at her slightly before nodding, “you see the bigotry in it. The human mind is a flawed thing, impressive but flawed. It’s far easier to take what we do not know, do not understand, what is different; and label it less than us. Whether to fight against them, research them, or simply hold onto the ideal that humans are some great alpha species. It’s silly, isn’t it?”.
Katherine blinks and nods with a slight smile, “yes, people can be silly like that. I’m guessing you don’t share their opinions?”.
Jazz shakes her head, “very few teens do. But they’re the adults, the experts. So certainly, they must be right. Funny how that works”.
Katherine smiles slightly and nods, “people with power, sometimes it’s good sometimes it’s bad. You’re a smart girl, you’ll do some good things I’m sure”, the two nod and Katherine keeps walking.
The next thing she does is send a message to Xavier for anyone he wants her focusing more on. And it doesn’t take long to get back said list on who to check out. Sighing a bit over all six being teens. Sam Manson, Elliot Revon, Tucker Foley, Todd Brentex, Valerie Gray, and Danny Fenton. She’s going to leave the Fenton child till last, for a lot of reasons.
Using the library to track down the different residencies and to figure out the kids social circles. Promptly moving Elliot and Todd near the bottom of the list at noticing that Sam, Tucker, and Danny were basically best friends and Valerie was also their friend, just seemingly less close. But she can see why Xavier focused in on these six. Everything about Jasmine was very public even if she was odd. She probably was a mutant to a level but only receiving heightened intellect. Hardly what they were looking for and not who needed their help.
Sam was extremely rich, which wasn’t odd really but she also seems to raise pet plants that bite people, eats exclusively plant matter including soil, and frequently disappeared just before or during ‘ghost attacks’
Elliot has impossibly natural white hair and there was video proof of him being chased and attacked by the government. He also changed personas every few weeks, she’s pretty sure he doesn’t know who he actually is anymore.
Tucker was another’s case of extreme intellect but also seemed to hit on everything with legs, had something dubbed a ‘meat sense’ and was romantically involved with his PDA. He also frequently disappeared just before or during ‘ghost attacks’.
Todd seems like a run of the mill asshole, if you exclude the fact that he snarls, bites and all around acts a bit inhuman and creepy. There is a lot of comments about him having abnormal shows of strength.
Valerie likely carries ecto-weapons with her due to the staggering amount of comments about her having them at some point or another. Has a serious and extreme hatred for ghosts that could very likely be intentional as a cover up. She also disappeared when ‘ghost attacks’ happened.
Daniel was notable because of how little there was to note. He loved space, a lot, his Facebook was near nothing but space facts. He was chronically skipping or leaving classes, sometimes lining up with ‘ghost attacks’ sometimes not. Was so severely clumsy he was banned from handling fragiles. Was severely terrified of ghosts, this could be a cover. And that’s it, nothing else.
Nodding and closing her little notes and deciding she’ll approach the techno-geek first.
Promptly running into an issue. Sam, Tucker and Danny were basically never alone. Either they were together, at home or with family. It was certainly strange. But this gives her time to observe them and Sam and Tucker are extremely protective of Danny. Even seeming so towards his parents. Which is a bit worrying. She also writes Todd off during this time as a guy who wants to be seen as weird and is quite literally acting a part. Valerie also seems like the overworked teen type, and she’s not all that involved with anyone else. Plus the ghost hating is not faked, catching her ranting about ghosts was honestly a bit disturbing.
Leaning against a wall in the mall and watching the three from afar when a floating Mecha bursts through a wall and sends tables and people flying, everyone else fleeing. Deciding to duck down and watch, maybe Phantom will come along and she’ll get lucky.
But the expressions on the trio catch her attention, sure they were running off but their eyes were hard and there was slight smiles playing on their faces. Danny even seemed to roll his eyes. Certainly different from everyone else.
Flickering her camouflage and intangibility on to sneak around and follow the trio enough to keep them in her sights. Maybe they had contact with Phantom. Blinking and smirking to herself of watching Danny’s -rather bright if she’s honest- little transformation sequence and catch phase. Ah teens, and yup, definitely a mutant of some kind. Somehow she doubts he’s a ghost that just can look human. Watching as the Mecha hits him with some hook thing and sends both of them intangibly through a wall.
Her jobs basically half done now so she’s content to just check in with Xavier before approaching the mutant.
Leaning back in a chair and speaking over the protected phones, “found your kid. But he might be a more sensitive case than normal”.
“Oh?”.
“His parents definitely do not know and they point blank said they wanted to very explicitly dissect him, Phantom anyway. The house is basically filled with things that hurt him if he actually is somehow a ghost”.
“Very well, I’ll fly down there”.
Nodding to herself and hanging up. It’s not like he’ll take long and she has to go fill out those insurance papers.
A few days later finds Katherine, Xavier, Scott Summer, and Jean Grey in-front of the Fenton house, waiting for an answer after they knew the Fenton parents would be gone for a while. If it took a bit longer simply to ensure the safety of a mutant then so be it.
Jazz is the one to open the door, Xavier smiles slightly at her not even looking surprised. “Hello Jasmine, I’m Charles Xavier”, gesturing to Scott, “this is Scott Summer”, gesturing to Jean, “this is Jean Grey”, gesturing to Katherine with a slight smile, “and I believe you’ve already met Katherine Pryde. Is Daniel around by chance?”.
Jazz steps to the side and lets the four in, hardly blinking at Jean telekinetically levitating Xavier’s wheelchair inside. Jazz commenting as she goes to make tea, “you’d think they’d create things more useful for everyday people, like stairs that can transform into ramps. Rather than hover cars and wormholes”.
Jean raises an eyebrow, “your parents have created such things?”. Jazz smiles and nods, Katherine nodding as well.
Jazz frowns slightly as she speaks, “now what do you want with my little brother?”.
Xavier holds up a hand, “relax, nothing bad, I can assure you. We merely want to talk, privately if that is possible”. None of them exactly want to assume who knows and who doesn’t about Danny. While Jazz squints slightly at them. Xavier speaks up again, reading that she was simply protective of her brother and very much knew, “I am better know to some as Professor Xavier or Professor X, I help people who are a bit different from the rest of humanity. Give them guidance, teach them”.
Jazz nods slightly, “so you are mutants then? I figured as much”, smirking slightly, “and I’m not one to be wrong”.
Scott frowns a bit more noticeably at that, “and you assumed why?”.
Jazz smirks as she pours teas and goes to walk up the stairs, “often those that see the bigotry towards people and creatures as being such, do so because they see and experience it themselves. Much the same has been said about mutants as ghosts”, turning to look at them with one foot up the stairs, “but make no mistake. Ghosts aren’t the same”.
Scott huffs as the girl walks up the stairs, not really believing this whole ghost nonsense. Much more likely were an unusual set of mutants, mutants with similar powers wasn’t unheard of and maybe this place simply resulted in such an occurrence.
All four turn to the stairs as a cautious looking Danny enters the kitchen, Scott and Jean honestly a bit surprised he’s actually alone. Katherine smiles at him, “hello again. Don’t worry, we’re the good guys”. Something about that makes the skittish boy chuckle as he sits down.
Danny mutters as he plays with the teacup, “everyone always thinks they’re the good guys”.
Xavier nods with a slight smile, “true. I have an old friend who always believed he was doing what was right, what was best. For those like us, for the world, for the future. He did not care who he had to hurt to achieve his idea of the perfect future”.
Danny squints a little, “‘people like us’? Are you including me in that ‘us’ thing?”.
Scott scoffs and crosses his arms, “we know you’re Phantom, kid. We’re mutants”. Scott groans slightly as Danny curls in on himself a little, clearly paranoid and skittish. Jean levitates a tea cup to herself and smiles softly, looking to make the kid feel more comfortable.
Danny watches them for a bit, “you're not with the government...are you?”.
All four shake their heads instantly. Xavier speaking, “we’re not looking to report you or hurt you or anything of the kind. I’m here to offer my help. You see, I run a school for gifted youngsters. Young mutants like yourself”, he steers his chair around the table to put himself in more full view of the skittish Daniel, “it’s a safe place, protected from any who would want to harm us. Where you could develop your gifts around others like you. And be free from the dangers posed to you”, Xavier nods towards one of the strange guns on the counter. “Mutants have been regarded with fear, hatred; as you’ve experienced yourself. There are some even who see us as a new species, but humanity has never been one to share. Our school has plenty to offer, the top classes in everything as well as training facilities that can be specialised to every mutants needs”.
Danny raises his hands and chuckles a bit awkwardly, “I’m, um, not a mutant. I mean, I guess that depends on whatever makes a mutant or whatever. But um, you really can’t tell anyone about me. I’d really rather not get dissected”.
Scott sighs, “kid, did you miss the protected part? The school’s a safe place and from what I’ve heard you can at least float and shoot energy rays, you’re a mutant”, Jean levitates up a pen and Scott lowers his visors quickly to shoot a little beam at it, destroying it. While Xavier explains, “mutants are people with a special gene, the X-gene, resulting in the mutant developing their gift around puberty. And I can assure you, no one is going to be experimenting on you”.
Danny scoffs and rolls his eyes, looking rather tired, “don’t promise things you can’t deliver. And I’m not a mutant then. I wasn’t born with some gene. Just got into an accident”, looking to and squinting at Scott, “um, what do you think ghosts are?”.
Scott shrugs, “collection of mutants probably”.
Xavier nods, Daniel wasn’t lying, “well sometimes traumatic events or emotional distress can cause the surfacing of a mutants gift. But even if you might not be a mutant, my school would and will accept you regardless. We are not ones to discriminate or turn away any gifted youths”.
Danny rubs his neck and shrugs a little, “could it awaken these genes or whatever in late twenties? Because if not, then I’m definitely not a mutant. But I guess thanks for not being discriminatory or whatever, nice change I guess”.
Jean frowns, goes to rub his shoulder reassuringly but pauses when he flinched away. He’s clearly been through a lot and doesn’t trust easily, “you have a place if you want it, and you will be accepted. Clearly this place isn’t safe for you”.
Danny scoffs and rolls his eyes again, fiddling with and looking down at his cup, “no place is really. And my folks don’t know, they don’t mean to hurt me. Even if they do shoot at me a lot, dad’s not that good of an aim though”, he smirks but it’s a little hallow. Looking to Scott, “ghosts are exactly what they sound like. The dead. I guess since you guys went and revealed yourselves, I’m a hybrid. Half dead”, chuckling and drinking the tea a little, “let me tell you, electrocution is a very painful way to go. Four billion volts, people don’t survive that. But hey, also having a ghost portal open up on me fixed the whole dying problem...partly anyway”.
Katherine breathes out, “well damn”, that was pretty awful. Looking to change the subject, “so what can you do? I can walk through things. Intangibility. And camouflage, it’s almost invisibility”, pointing at Scott, “laser eyes over here”, pointing at Jean, “empath, telekineses”, pointing at Xavier, “telepath in basically every-way”.
Danny jerks a little bit from hearing Xavier’s voice in his head saying ‘hello’ while Xavier smiles a bit playfully. Xavier speaking while Danny watches all of them, “I’m one of the strongest there is, I can manipulate any part of someone’s mind, shutting down their body functions even. But I don’t of course, won’t. I like to think humanity has good to them, at their core. That we can exist peacefully. I know you’re good, and that you fight the ghosts to protect people”, gesturing to the three mutants, “we do much the same, fighting less reputable mutants who want to harm”.
Danny eyeballs them and chuckles, “that’s pretty intense. Mind control really. I’ve been mind-controlled before, I broke it though. Kinda funny you came here with a bunch of people with similar abilities”, Danny levitates over the ectogun and pokes it to spin around in the air, “telekinesis, I don’t use it much though”, shooting a little ecto-beam at it, making the ecto-gun explode, “more laser fingers than eyes, can do that to though”, phasing his hand through the table before flickering invisible, “literally every. Single. Ghost. Can use intangibility, invisibility, and gravity nullification”.
Danny sighs and gets up, putting away his cup; three of the mutants a little surprised at the numerous powers. Xavier nods slightly, “you have more powers, don’t you”.
Danny scoffs and laughs a bit, “many. I don’t know if your school could make a training room actually able to handle me honestly. And I would bring danger with me. I’m wanted by the government, many ghosts want my hide -one very literally-, and there are the ghost hunters. Plus,” Danny sits on the counter and fiddles with the sink a little, letting the tap turn on but making ice shapes with the water, “I protect Amity, I guess some friends of mine could cover for me though”.
Scott scoffs, “don’t underestimate us kid, mutants always bring danger around with them; dealing with that is half the point of the school”.
Xavier nods, “we've seen everything from intolerant parents, to government-funded mad scientists. We’re well equipped”.
“Could I leave at any point to come back here in case?”.
Xavier nods, “of course, it’s not a prison. Though it is a school all the same, you will have classes you’re expected to attend”.
Danny mumbles, “course”, before getting up for some food. Opening the fridge and promptly getting spattered by green stuff, the fridge saying ‘anti-ghost fudge theft mode activated, eat hot ectoplasm Spook!’. While Danny yelps and shakes off his face and hands, Jean moves to help him wash off in the sink; everyone able to see him wincing and the nasty burns where the stuff had contacted him. Danny rubs at his face and looks a little beaten down, “yeah, okay, I’ll try your school thing out”. Jean and Katherine asking, “are you okay?”.
Danny shrugs and mumbles, “I heal fast”.
Jean shakes her head, “you shouldn’t have to be worrying about your own house attacking you”. Danny just shrugs again as he sits back at the table, throwing a slight glare at the fridge.
Xavier smiles anyway, this was certainly an environment he shouldn’t be in. If anything, it seemed Daniel was in more danger than most of the youngsters they collected, “how likely do you believe it is that your parents would allow you to go without any of us having to divulge too much about the school or the reasons behind your attendance?”.
Danny shakes his head, “none. They’ll want to know everything they can. They care, they’re just...not that good at it. But if you have, say, a space program of some sort then that would work for cover”. None of them miss how his eyes sparkle a little, clearly he was fond of space.
Xavier smiles, “we certainly could. Are you interested in space?”.
Danny grins and leans forward a bit, “I landed a spaceship once, been to space a few times. I could build an exact to-scale replica of the Mars rover, pretty well every model of spaceship, and any of the satellites, right now. My goal was NASA before the whole dying thing trashed my grades and being Phantom became more important”.
Jean smiles softly, “well, part of what we teach is managing lifestyles. I’m sure you could do both”.
Katherine giggles a little, “and at least you already have a code name, no one trying to give you unfortunate ones. Have your own designed suit too”, smiling slightly, “you’ve put a lot into this already. Most your age just play with their powers, show off. I was hardly better”.
Danny frowns a little and pats at is chest, “I didn’t design anything. That suit is what I died in but colour inverted, like my hair. It’s part of my body. Phantom though,” Danny smiles slightly, “that’s my fun little pun on Fenton”, sighing and frowning again, “and these mutant kids, they just have powers, I’m part of another dimension and species. So it’s different”.
Xavier nods, “all the same I’m sure we can accommodate you. Accommodating niches is one of our goals. Now the school is a boarding school, located in my mansion, our classes are small but they are specialised to needs. The dorms are comfortable and anything you need you can ask for, no matter how strange or hard to get. Power usage is both accepted and encouraged so long as you avoid intentional damages. The danger rooms are where you can really use any powers”.
Jean smiles and nods, the danger rooms were often what really got any teens exited, “they can be set up for any situation and unique to work against or towards your own skills. There’s no worry about really hurting anyone or thing, so it’s wonderful for testing limits. They get used most often by those looking to become X-Men”.
Scott looks Danny over, the kid was already doing the whole superhero thing, “no doubt you’ll be an X-Man, you’re nearly already doing the job”.
Xavier tilts his head, “with working in the space field as well of course”.
Danny shrugs, “with my vitals I highly doubt they’ll actually let me”.
Xavier grins at that, “oh we have our ways, that sort of thing can be waved”.
Danny goes a little wide-eyed and whispers, “really?”, everyone else nods and Danny grins like an idiot, “okay you are totally allowed to adopt me!”.
Xavier laughs, “not literally of course. But you are free to stay at the mansion as you please, so long as you enrol”.
Danny nods, clearly either more comfortable in their presence or more focused on space, than safety.
They leave after giving Danny the more nitty-gritty details of the school and its programs, giving him one of the schools hoodies, and after explaining what they can to his parents; they were more than a little excited about Danny going to a more specialised school where he will hopefully do better and get to be an astronaut like he always wanted.
Half a week later finds Katherine back at the Fenton door, waiting to pick up Danny. Smiling at him as he opens the door with his bags in tow, obviously already having had the whole farewell talk and hug fest with his family. “You good to go?”.
Danny nods, looking a little sad and nervous but otherwise just a fourteen-year-old kid, “yeah”. Both jumping when Jack sticks his head out the door and shoves a container of fudge at Danny before giving him a thumbs up and disappearing.
Katherine shakes her head, “you’re parents sure are something”.
“Heh heh, yeah”, Danny turns and eyeballs the sleek little car, “well, at least you didn’t show in something overly fancy”.
Katherine smiles as she gets in, speaking as Danny closes the door behind him, “discretion is part of how we maintain safety. We’ll be getting to the jet later”.
“I flew a jet once”.
Katherine shakes her head a little as she drives off, Danny really had clearly been through a lot of weird situations.
Danny looks around a little as they enter the mansion, he didn’t seem all that impressed but more so simply cautious and paranoid. Watching him eyeball possible exits, areas where someone could hide, anything that even slightly seemed like a threat. Katherine watches him eyeball a kid floating paper airplanes around above his hands, “huh, guess that is pretty normal here”.
Katherine nods, “yup, you have to do something very flashing, please don’t, to really get anyone to care. You seem pretty unfazed by the mansion itself. Most gawk more, I know I did”.
Danny rolls his eyes, “my archenemies is bigger, a lot bigger”.
“You really have an ‘archenemy’”.
Danny shrugs, “not much else to call the guy, other than a crazed up frootloop. He’s one of the richest people in the world, wealth acquired by control and manipulating other people. Wants to kill my dad, marry my mom, force me to be his son. He’s got a power and possession Obsession”.
Katherine is definitely a bit concerned by that, sounded like a mutant who was using their powers unethically. Not to mention rather creepy. The two walking into Xavier’s office while Danny grumbles about this archenemy more, “spy's on me with cameras, puts bounties on my head, the whole cloning incident, attempts to take over other times, made me fully dead in another timeline, more attempted murders than I can count”.
Xavier raises an eyebrow, “hello again. Who is this person we’re going to have to keep an eye out for?”.
Danny sighs and sits down in one of the armchairs, scanning his eyes cautiously around the room quickly before speaking, “one of the only others like me. The first Halfa. Vlad Masters, yes that Masters”, Danny shrugs and fiddles with he chairs fabric, “he went to college with my parents. They built a mini-ghost portal, half-killed him. Same as they built a full ghost portal and half-killed me”.
Both mutants blink at him, Katherine shaking her head, “your parents are hazards”. Danny just smirks slightly in response, still looking around the room a little.
Xavier nods, “so not a mutant either. And what of the others like you? Better company I would hope”.
Danny snaps his eyes to Xavier and bares his teeth a little, “touch her and I’ll cut you”, softening a little and seeming to be thinking a bit while Katherine blinks a bit caught off guard. This kid was quiet and skittish not aggressive. Whoever this ‘her’ is she must be special.
Xavier smiles slightly, hearing that Danny is considering bringing another Danny -the identical names was slightly confusing- here, if he felt it safe. Though Xavier’s not pleased she sounds to be on the run, “she’ll be quite safe here, though I’m sure you’ll decide that for yourself”.
Danny glares slightly but nods, “it would be nice for her to have a home. But if I have to blow up an entire mansion to protect her, I will. I’ve done it”.
Xavier nods, “of anyone, I can certainly understand protecting the gifted; mutants or otherwise. Many of the students here are runaways themselves, many more come to consider this place home. Even upon graduating, they tend to stay and become X-men and teachers. Always having a permanent place here, found family, and protection”, driving his chair around the desk and smiling kindly at Danny, “I can only hope you can come to feel fond of this place yourself, and of the gifted around you”.
Danny nods a little stiffly, Xavier doesn’t even have to read him to know he’s slightly overwhelmed. Changing to a topic more well-loved by teens and of some level of importance, “now follow me, I’ll take you to your room. Kitty has responsibilities to attend to”, starting to drive out of the room and looking back at Danny as he gets up, carrying/dragging his things, “feel free to levitate those, I encourage it actually”, speaking again as Danny smiles slightly and does just that before they start walking down the halls, “now one thing that is something of a right of passage, as I’ve heard many of the students say, is choosing code names. Of course yours is already set in stone for you I imagine. So the question will more be, what do you want to be called here? Do you wish to go by Danny still, or Phantom? Both perhaps”.
“The ghosts officially call me Danny Fenton Phantom, but most just say Phantom...or something insulting. But um, Phantom, Phantom’s what I’d like”.
Xavier smiles to himself at that, unlike the mutants that faced persecution Phantom did not hate his abilities, didn’t even dislike them truly. He merely seemed to dislike when they acted up and had learned a policy of absolute secrecy about them, over all he was proud. “What you would like is all that matters, Phantom”.
Phantom pauses in his walking for a beat before shaking his head with a slight smile and following again, “just like that huh? Guess that’s normal here”.
Xavier only nods slightly as they come to a stop before the room that’s meant for Phantom, “here’s where you’ll be staying. If you set up quickly, you’ll have time to make it for lunch. I quite recommend you do”.
Phantom raises an eyebrow but watches Xavier go for only a little while before heading into his room.
Anna is curious, she’s heard mutterings of there being a new student. Like always, that kind of news made everyone excited and buzz about. Curious what the newcomer could do, what their backstory was, if they looked unique. Certain people, glaring slightly towards Monique and her little gang, certainly were more interested on the looks than anything else. Todd, of course, was only going to care how strong the new kid was and if there’s be some kind of challenge to his place as ‘top bitch’. Sure, he said ‘alpha king’ but everyone else just said ‘top bitch’; largely to annoy the overpowered fire-starter. Fire-starter not just because of his power but also ‘cause he’s a prick that fights everything. Sighing as she walks through the lunchroom doors, though peeking up when she sees her good friend Lily and walks over. “So you heard the gossip too I guess?”.
They chuckle, “oh definitely, hard to miss that kind of gossip. Hopefully, they’re not a dick”.
Anna groans, “tell me about it, all five of the recent newbies have been total jerks. I’m almost tempted to think powers only come to the cocky and hotheaded”. The two snicker and eyeball Todd slightly, the unspoken joke needing no further context. Before both of them turn their heads to the side after sitting down with their food, hearing people start to whisper
“Look, it’s the new face”.
“Awww he looks so boring and plain”.
“Think he’s seen some shit? Looks kinda skittish”.
Anna sighs and shakes her head seeing a skinny slightly twitchy black-haired boy with intense crystal blue eyes. Muttering to Lily, “he’s going to get eaten alive”. Apparently he heard though and smirks at them slightly, before waking off to inspect the food. Promptly stuffing his face and clearly trying to ignore the staring, he seems used to it and that pings a little sad place in her.
Anna pokes Lily, “well, wanna see if the newbies an asshole? Seems tolerable so far”.
Lily looks around and shrugs, waving over their two other friends Jackson and Reverent.
Jackson asking, “what we doing?”.
Anna just smirks and points at the newbie. The three following after her as they approach. The kid is clearly eyeballing them cautiously as they sit down in front of him.
Reverent sticking his hand out and beaming a poster-worthy smile, “hiya! I’m Reverent, you’re new. Hopefully, your day’s not sucking. Moving here can be shit, so far away and all that. You seem nice though, I think I approve. I’m a photokenetic”.
Jackson shrugs, “I’m Jackson, ice boy. Please don’t say that’s cool”.
Lily waves slightly, “invisibility and levitation, I know two powers, lucky me. Name’s Lily”.
Everyone looks to Anna, who smiles slightly, “Anna, and my power’s pretty shit, so don’t worry if yours sucks. I can steal people’s life force”.
Lily rolls her eyes and elbows Anna, “and extend your own. That’s practically immortality girl”. Anna just shrugs before everyone looks to the new kid, who swallows harshly.
The kid eyes them a little then shakes his head slightly, “just out with it like that huh? Pretty different from what I’m used to”.
Reverent nods dramatically, “yeah people can be awful. But here’s better! Everyone can be themselves, I intend on being a teacher here one day. Help other kiddos you know?”.
Lily nods but snickers at Reverent a little, “you’re too nice not to get steamrolled by literally every student”, turning to the new kid, “so what’s your name”.
The kid clearly thinks for a bit before smiling a bit sheepishly, the other four deciding this kid's one of the decent types, while he speaks up, “it’s Phantom. And I’m a bag of confusing bullshit”, Phantom holds up a hand and creates a ball of green light, then forms a ice crystal floating above his hand, then turns said hand invisible and floats off his seat a little, “technically I can force a soul out of a body, but that’s not really stealing their life force. Plus, I’ve never done that to someone who was actually in their own body and not someone else’s”.
Anna blinks, Todd was going to hate this kid, even if Phantom’s control sucked or he had some kind of limit, tons of different powers could kick the ass of one. “Well, you hit the Jackpot, damn”.
Phantom rubs his neck, “oh I hit something that’s all right-”. Phantom gets cut off by Todd predictably slamming a hand on the table and saying with a sneer, “look at that, twig boys got himself a little arsenal. Well it’s nothing to this”, Todd dances flames off his fingertips into the kid's face.
Phantom just sighs, “um, good for you?”, he lifts up a palm and creates a ball of green fire floating above it.
Anna slaps the table and laughs, this was great. While Todd glares and covers his own hand in flames, clearly trying to be menacing.
Phantom sighs, seemingly more comfortable with confrontation than friendly interaction, “yes yes, you’re very fancy firebug. But don’t make moves to threaten me unless you’re going to follow through”.
Todd growls, “oh I’ll follow through”, before going to punch Phantom with his flaming fist. Phantom smirks a little to himself when the guy hits a green shield. Trying again results in him going through the intangible kid and flailing to the floor.
Phantom spins around on the bench and looks down at him, “I’m used to fighting actual villains. So I’m not going to actually hit you or something”.
That gets Maxi’s attention, as he walks over and looks down at Phantom, “wait, you’ve actually fought villains?”.
Phantom groans, “only every day of the week and weekend for that matter”, Phantom fiddles with his food, “I’m kind of already an established superhero. Xavier brought me here more so to help with schooling than powers I think. Other things too”, sighing and glancing down at Todd, “I’m going to give you a warning I guess, to be nice and all that. My perfectly normal friends back home could kick your ass. My enemies are all more or less indestructible, I don’t fight the breakable”.
Todd scoffs and walks off, glaring at everyone, while Reverent claps his hands together, “well alright then! On to something less dark! What're your favourite movies...”.
Phantom walks awkwardly into the medi-bay, grumbling something almost unintelligible under his breath about not knowing he signed up for scientific examinations. Xavier is instantly tipped off by the way he says that, and the images flickering through his mind are more than just unpleasant and concerning. The Fenton’s are very strange and aggressive about how they ‘treat’ things as simple as just a cold. The Manson parents seem pretty bad too. Speaking to him after sending a nod of greeting to Jean, “relax. The danger room can be rather stressful and it is always best to be cautious. Wouldn’t want you to get inadvertently hurt or traumatised. But I assure you, it’s nothing weird or extreme, certainly nothing with strange dream catchers or whatever that green bath was supposed to be”.
Phantom glances at him and chuckles a little, seeming both less and more on edge. Which is expected, many people would far prefer for him to stay out of their minds. Jean smiles at Phantom and gestures at the bench, “hello again. I hear you’ve chosen to go by Phantom officially. Good, you’re pretty fond of the way you are huh? Most of us are, when we’re older anyway. Now please have a seat, I’m just going to be doing basic things. Temperature, pulse, heart rate, lung capacity. It’s not to see if you fall in line with ‘normal’ though”, she ends with a slight wink.
Phantom sits down as some other guy also enters, raising an eyebrow at him. The guy grunting, “Logan. Or wolverine. Don’t care. So you’re the different mutant who’s already got some kind of culture following huh?”.
Phantom scoffs and rolls his eyes, but Xavier’s the one to speak up, “actually it would seem this one isn’t a mutant. But rather much more unique. He’s different even among those who are different, yet he’s a proud one. Don’t go causing him issues Logan”.
Logan scoffs and leans against a wall, “don’t intend to”, nodding his head a little at the kid, “I’m pretty out of the norm around the others too. Still a mutant though. But hey, I’m up for something interesting”.
Jean shakes her head and looks at the curious-looking Phantom, “he likes to stir up trouble, maybe he wants to see if you’ll choke me like he did”, Logan rolls his eyes, Jean points at Phantom‘s shirt before setting up everything she’ll need, “shirt off”.
Phantom looks down, seeming more than a little nervous, “uhh, rather not”.
Xavier smiles, “no need to worry, different appearances are rather normal around here. Even scars”.
Logan scoffs, “understatement for some of us, adds to the look if you ask me”.
Phantom fiddles with his sweater some and eyeballs the examination supplies, awkwardly muttering, “at least nothing’s green”, before sighing and pulling the sweater over his head. Everyone’s silent for a bit, he was seriously scarred up and no one needs to even guess what the Y shaped one came from. Logan mutters, “Jesus fuck. Alright then. Colour me surprised he doesn’t hate humans”.
While Jean studiously draws no attention to the marks as she busies herself with her tasks. Explaining medical jargon as she goes. Xavier, meanwhile, can’t help but frown over Phantom‘s memories. Frozen, unable to move, and under scalpels and bone-saws. With nothing but his own lab basement and his parents' goggle covered faces to look at. The fact that he’s not truly traumatised is impressive, Phantom‘s mental fortitude is more than a little impressive. If he hadn’t already decided that Phantom needed out of that house, his mind would be made up now.
Phantom, clearly catching the way Xavier’s looking at him, speaks while tracing the Y shape, “they're good people, just good scientists first. They wouldn’t have done it if they knew though. They’ve known about me a few times, but um, I undid that. I’d rather this”, poking at the centre of the Y, “than them getting hurt in the crosshairs because they wanted to ‘help’ or ‘protect’ me”.
Logan groans and walks in a little circle, looking up at the ceiling, “the self-sacrificial kind, lovely. Don’t go pulling that on us kid, we can look after ourselves. And I sure as shit wouldn’t be so okay with anyone involved with experimenting on me”.
Phantom raises an eyebrow while Jean works around him, “you were experimented on?”.
Logan unsheathes his claws and waves a fist around a little, “understatement kid”.
Phantom tilts his head but smiles, “at least you got something out of it”, Phantom pokes his chest, clearly ignoring the too slow beeping of the heart monitor, “I just got to find out my organs are green”, Phantom shakes his head and looks off to the distance.
Everyone deciding not to interrupt his mental musings, Xavier giving him some privacy with that.
By the end Phantom‘s revealed to have vitals that are definitely not something someone can actually live with, but that it’s his normal.
Xavier nods to him as they leave, “you’ve seen a lot in a small time, you’re a strong person. An old friend of mine was much the same, but he let it make him bitter, restful, full of hate. You’ve become more protective instead, the amount of caring I see in you is remarkable”.
Phantom shrugs as they head to the danger rooms, “it’s what’s right. It’s my Obsession too, one of them anyway”.
Xavier nods, a student having unusual needs was not actually unusual, “Kitty explained Obsessions as your parents told them. Are their theories accurate?”.
Phantom nods as they come to stand before a door, “yeah, it’s, um, less for me. Halfa means only half the things”.
Entering the room, which Phantom gaps around at, the place looked like a sprawling city in chaos devoid of any people or life. Phantom mutters, “well damn”. While Xavier chuckles lightly, “impressive, isn’t it? Don’t worry about damaging things. I’ll be watching”.
Phantom muttering, “ominous much” as Xavier leaves the room.
Logan and Katherine join Xavier in watching. Logan asking more or less rhetorically, “he’s strong, isn’t he? But if he’s not a mutant then what? And who the Hell beat him up?”.
Katherine smiles and elbows him, “you and your soft spot for damaged kids”.
Xavier smiles, giving Phantom a signal to go ahead, “if I recall Kitty, you were one such kid. And he exists on the cusp of life and death. Alive and dead. His existence is nearly unique, how it’s even possible I can’t even fathom. His mind seems to view himself as a glitch in the matrix so to speak. Created by accident and purpose. To say he has a hero complex would be a ridiculous understatement. He seeks and needs to protect others, holding himself to an ideal that only he can do it. He has deep-seeded fears and mental blocks around the idea that he could fail at that. And he has seen a world, the land of the dead, we could barely begin to imagine”.
Logan scoffs, “sounds like a bit of a god complex too”.
Katherine rolls her eyes, “oh and like you’re any better. Mr. Lone wolf”.
Xavier shakes his head, “those with god complexes do not hold a fear of themselves. He fears what his gifts could do, should they be used to harm or destroy. He fears anyone being hurt or him hurting someone. It’s not the shameful kind of fear as it is for most students, it’s more resolute and concrete. His fear of that, reinforces him to not be that, with pride and something like reckless abandon”.
Katherine smiles, he was clearly a good kid who had been through far too much.
The three watch as Phantom looks around awkwardly before seemingly steeling himself. Then a bright ring of light appears around his waist and suddenly it’s the Phantom seen in what little footage they could find floating in the air.
Xavier grins, “oh yes”, not missing how Phantom instantly likes more bold and cocky. Phantom was a hero and he knew the role well, lived it. Watching him fly off and zip around. Blasting things to smithereens with a wide range of blasts/rays.
After a while of him phasing through stuff, blowing things up, flickering out of visibility, teleporting, tossing things around with his mind, and one point where Logan jerked slightly from the entire place getting coated in ice and forming hundreds of little ice weapons.
Katherine gapes slightly when there’s suddenly three Phantom’s though it’s clear this is a bit harder for him to do or maintain, “I think he’s just running through a list at this point”.
Xavier nods, “precisely”.
Logan shakes his head a bit as Phantom starts electrocuting things, “alright, so the kids overpowered. The others are going to love him...or hate him”.
Katherine tilts her head when Phantom turns and asks, “you sure this is all indestructible? Cause I’m not going to hold back then”.
Xavier raises an eyebrow, responding, “that’s its purpose. So please do”.
Phantom shrugs, “if I blow out your wall, it’s not my fault”. They watch as he sucks in a breath and releases a sonic wailing sound, massive blasts of green energy resonating from his mouth.
Logan covers his ears and snaps, “fucking Hell. Remind me not to pick a fight with this one for no reason”. Xavier’s eyebrows raise as the place shakes, before Phantom does indeed blow out the wall. Phantom points to them as he steps out, “you lied”.
Xavier waves off the damage, “everything can be repaired. The whole mansion and various compounds have been rebuilt many times over the years”.
Phantom shrugs and lands his feet on the ground, rubbing his neck, “still sorry though, and to think I only got up to thirty percent there”.
Logan blinks, “seriously glowstick?”.
Phantom chuckles with a wily smirk, making it very obvious he was more confident and brazen in this form, “yeah and that’s a new one. Usually, it’s ‘whelp’ or ‘dipstick’ or ‘babypop’ or ‘ghost child’ or ‘punk’ or ‘ectoplasmic scum’ or ‘ectoplasmic filth’ or ‘spook’ or ‘half creature’ or ‘bastardisation’ or most annoyingly, ‘little badger’. Though I guess there are positives to, like ‘great one’ and ‘saviour’. But if you call me ‘inviso-bill’ or ‘billy’ I will shot you”.
Logan snorts, “saviour? Really? And how is ‘litttle badger’ worse than ‘bastardisation’?”.
Phantom glares a little, “‘cause it comes out of the mouth of a pompous creepy cruel piece of shit prick. Nailed a dead badger to my door once for emphasis. And how many times have you saved the world, Claws?”.
Logan rolls his eyes, “original. Three or four”.
Phantom chuckles and starts floating off, “it’s been seven for me in the past year”.
Xavier nods to the two mutants as Phantom floats off back to his room, confirming that he’s being honest. Again, the things this kid has been through.
Anna, curious, sticks her head into Phantom’s room and looks around. Gapping a little at the strange glowing green star constellations on the roof. Phantom promptly dropping the pieces to a model spaceship from floating in the air, “oh it’s you”. She looks him up and down, it was still the same kid but glowy and white-haired and green-eyed and...in a spandex jumpsuit? Well alright then. “Hey, was wondering if you wanted to go hang out with me and the gang? Also, something tells me you’re going to keep being surprising”.
Phantom smirks, “oh you don’t even know the half of it”, floating over and landing his feet on the ground, “sure, why not. So long as it ain’t a dissection party or something”.
“Man are you ever morbid”.
“Well, I am dead. Life and death took a piss on me so I’ve earned the right”.
Anna coughs and is pretty sure the only reason he’s walking is not being used to others seeing his powers, “you're what now?”.
Phantom blinks and laughs with a loud echo, “oh yeah, guess I never mentioned that. See I’m the idiot who got himself offed in a portal and now...”
He ends up explaining some of his story as they walk, going to meet up with their friends outside the mansion.
It's been a hot minute since I posted something. Soooo here goes nothin! I don't have any one asking me for requests or anything so I gotta put some stuff out there until I do. Or don't, either way 🙃
To be a mutant
TMNT TURTSxFEM OC
(a bit of a crossover, with familiar characters, not any crossover plots((accept for the school for mutants)). Inspired by my tmnt and xmen Evo marathon. It's probably crap but I felt like writing so suck it 😜 )
Warnings: Cursing, violence, some angst, EVENTUAL adult themes(smutty stuff) annnnnd that's it. Enjoy!
So in an alternative universe, where our favorite mutant turtles are exposed to the public.
Some knew mutants existed.
Those who have had a child whose genetics mutated, a result of what some would call 'the next step in evolution', obviously knew of their existence. Some supportive, others neglectful. Something they were born with and couldn't control.
Then there were mutants who were altered by toxic waste, or other man made substances. They may all be slightly different; some looking like normal humans, while others looked like animals or a cross between the two. Each mutant differed from the next, but all had one thing in common.
They were FEARED.
Everyone saw the news that fateful day.
The day that pieces of an alien space ship had decended in hopes to destroy New York, then the world. The day that four brothers, masters of ninjutsu, fought their hardest alongside three human friends to save the city and the world.
The day that mutants were discovered to exist. To the mass public atleast. Too soon had the crowd shown up, leaving the heroes no room, no chance to quickly and quietly return to the shadows; where they have spent their entire lives believing they belonged.
News vans and camera crews were last on the scene, catching sight of many angry people, recording and snapping photos with no regards to how horribly unethical this all was.
Many bystanders had lost their logical sense and acted out of fear and anger, spewing insults and other hateful things.
Screams of all kinds and rioting filled the small gap between insults that were hurled towards them.
Only few were silent and observing, leaving the majority an angry mob.
"FREAKS!"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE THINGS?!"
"SICK FUCKS"
"GROSS!!"
"EWWW!"
"MONSTERS!!"
"That's enough!" Cried April "They're NOT monsters!"
"They're HEROES," Added Casey, joining April and Vern in attempting to somewhat shield their large mutant turtle companions.
The police force tried calling the masses, but that made things escalate.
During the scuffle of a large mass of people, either trying to run from the scene or trying to run and attack their saviors. One man in particular had succeeded in his small mission; obtaining a gun from an occupied officer, whilst some leftover Foot clan members emerged from the very shadows the brother's tried escaping to.
Time seemed to slow down. The turtle's may have been bulletproof, but the same couldn't be said for their friends.
Almost simultaneously, anyone with a gun in their hands opened fire; the Foot took this opportunity to take down the ones who had defeated them so harshly.
They were all back to back to face this crowd. They knew if humans saw them that something like this would happen; but none of them could have ever comprehend the sudden rain of bullets and tranquilizers meant to knock out a large bear.
They had no time to move; no time to protect themselves or the humans who stood at their sides. In that instant, they felt as if THIS, was the end, and time stilled.
As they awaited their inevitable demise, they felt a presence above them.
With a large puff of blue smoke, four figures appeared. Three females and one male, who just happened to be blue and furry and taller than the rest of this sudden group.
A slender young lady with black hair and dark eyes stood second tallest to the blue male. She stood in front of the blue and purple turtles, raising her hands to conjure a large translucent yet glowing wall in front of them and herself to deflect the onslaught. The second shortest girl, sporting a brown Bob cut and chocolate brown eyes, grabbed the two human males by the arm and shut her eyes tight, causing the raining bullets and other flying objects/weapons to slip through their physical forms and implant themselves into the concrete and empty space behind them.
The last girl, shortest by an inch or two and practically glowing with her long Auburn hair and silver eyes, rushed in front of the remaining three; stomping her foot and bringing up a large wall of Earth and tar to shield them.
Our heroes were speechless. They were saved, but by who? And… How on Earth was ANYTHING they just did possible?
Once the bullets had stopped, the girl who controlled the earth made her wall stretch around all of them, whilst creating a large gap below them all, for a very clumsy escape.
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In the sewers below, on a solid surface just outside of their home, the mutant turtles gathered themselves, and tried to wrap their heads around what had happened.
It was silent, as the shortest of the group had left to call and explain everything that had transpired to their professor, and discuss what should be done next. She returned to the group just as April had begun to speak.
"...Thank you. I don't know how you guys did all of that... But you saved us.. "
With the small break in the quiet and depressing mood, the four turtles seemed to snap back into reality.
The reality that they were monsters.
Leonardo, the leader and eldest, tried to act strong; as if it didn't bother nor surprise him. The pain was evident in his eyes.
Donatello new statistically that everything that had transpired was to be expected; like the answer to an equation. No matter how you go about solving it you still wind up at the same general consensus. But unlike his equations and theories, this didn't bring him joy; infact, he felt even more empty than he had ever thought possible.
Michaelangelo and Raphael were taking it the hardest. After saving the city, even the WORLD, it wasn't enough to make people see them as anything but the one thing they always felt themselves to be deep down.
Monsters.
Without a word, or awknowledging those who saved them, they headed home, and if it weren't for Leo motioning for the rest to follow, they would have stayed behind.
Reaching the lair, they were met with the look of an understanding father.
He had seen the news report. Seen the attack and seen those who had saved his sons and the three who had become their companions.
The large rat turned to the newcomers, as his sons sat around him in silence, caught up in their own thoughts.
"I do not know who you four are, but I must thank you, for saving my sons," he announced, and they all nodded, not knowing what words were the right ones to say.
"It was our pleasure," The shortest and possibly youngest of the new group stated, putting on a sad smile. "Us mutants gotta stick up for each other." She smiled, and that somehow brought some sense back to the rest of the small group.
"It's not like we were going to sit back and let them get hurt," the blue and fuzzy three fingered boy stated firmly, yet a bit shaky from the previous endeavor. "Too many people act on fear and hate. And we've all had our fair share of that."
The bobbed haired girl nodded, hooking her arm with the blue boy and forcing a cheery smile.
"Yeah! Those people didn't even know them, or us. But don't sweat it! Just because a mob of people say that the sky is black doesn't make it true!"
The final girl just nodded, not having much to add yet agreeing with her friends. Her family.
"Right.. Thank you for helping us.. Wait did you say that you were-"
"Mutants? Yes. Though it's more of a genetics thing. It doesn't always affect our appearances." The dark haired girl finally spoke, cutting off the blue clad turtle and giving a vague explanation.
"Oh, How rude of us! We like totally forgot to introduce ourselves!" The bobbed haired girl said cheerfully, attempting to slightly lighten the mood.
"I'm Kurt Wagner," The blue fuzzy boy announced in his thick German accent.
"I'm Katherine Strong, but everyone calls me Kat!" Her usual bubbly self returning.
"Violet Simmons," the dark haired beaut added lowly, seeming a bit uninterested.
"And I'm Amara Strauss! It's a pleasure to meet you all.. ! Though I wish it could have happened under better circumstances.." She gave a sad smile of understanding, knowing this must be painful for these newly discovered mutants.
After they had all introduced themselves, it took them a while to get back to their previous selves. But their smiles, especially Amara's, directed towards them; understanding them and looking at them like they were normal; it gave them a small spark of hope. Enough to bring some happiness back to the youngest turtles eyes.
He hopped up, and motioned for his brothers to do the same.
"Alright..! Introductions, right! Let's start with my bro bro super bro over there rockin the purple and covered in.. Tech stuff. Donatello, our technical genious, who is technically a friggin genious!" The turtle in question hyped himself up a bit, before turning and giving a cute cheesy grin(you know the one) causing Amara to giggle sweetly.
"Next up we got our physically strongest, in red, Raphael! Who is like a big ol' cuddly teddy bear... If teddy bears were incredibly violent-" The red clad turtle gave his younger brother a quick glare, before grinning and flexing comedically.
"This guy right here," he patted his brother on the shoulders, whilst said turtle crossed his arms and lightly leaned into him confidently, nodding along with him. "Leonardo in the blue. Fearless leader. Oldest of all of us and strictest too,"
He paused, before turning dramatically and wearing his goofiest smile.
"And I'm Michaelangelo! Sporting my signature orange, I'm the triple threat! Brains, braun, and an AMAZING personality. The ladies call me Mikey-" He winked, causing another giggle to leave Amara and Katherine.
"You done?" Leo had asked with a roll of the eyes and a pat on his younger brothers shoulders.
"Yeah."
…
"Guys, we need to work on our introductions." Amara added playfully, lightening the mood just a tad bit more. Little did they know that THAT was the smile that would be the end of them.
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End
Idk what the hell I'm doing up right now. I'm pretty sure no one will read this, cause it's kinda blehg but whatever it is what it is. Deuces fudge nuggets!
Idk if I wanna make a part two, but that cliffhanger though lol
Look you guys I did a thing after being inspired by these blogs
Fecha de nacimiento: 21 de abril, 1979.
Lugar de residencia: Nueva York.
Poderes: Telepatía. Abarca desde leer pensamientos inmediatos hasta el control más absoluto sobre la mente humana, pasando por acceder al subconsciente de un ser vivo, rescatar/borrar recuerdos o anular sus funciones. Tiene acceso a cualquier aspecto relacionado con la mente.
Datos básicos:
— Nació bajo el seno de una familia de clase social alta, junto a su hermana menor, Jessica “Jones” Brooks. Desde bien pequeño desarrolló su espíritu caritativo y su pasión por la genética que tan lejos lo llevó.
— Recién cumplidos los ochos años, su padre murió a causa de una enfermedad fulminante. Pasaron los siguientes dos años con su única compañía, hasta que Alyssa rehizo su vida. Así fue que Soctt Lang pasó a ser su hermanastro.
— Siempre destacó en los estudios, con un CI de 200 puntos, por lo que entra en la categoría de genio. Se licenció en estudios genéticos y pocos años después consiguió el doctorado, siendo conocido por sus numerosas tesis.
— Durante años, ejerció como profesor de biología en una de las universidades más prestigiosas del país. Sin embargo, esto nunca llegó a llenarlo por completo y acabó renunciando a su plaza para perseguir su verdadero sueño.
— Así fue que, junto a Arthur Lehnsherr, inauguró la famosa escuela mutante. Se hicieron grandes amigos, pero sus diferentes visiones del mundo les hicieron tomar rumbos muy distintos.
— Es el padre adoptivo de Kala, Ralph y Tara Brooks, siendo Tara la última en recibir el apellido. Son su mayor razón para seguir adelante cada día a pesar de las fuertes depresiones que lo dejan encerrado durante largos periodos de tiempo.
— Es el líder de los X-Men. Cariñosamente todos lo llaman Profesor X.
— Debido a una herida de bala está postrado en una silla de ruedas. Desesperado desarrolló un suero que le permitía caminar a costa de anular sus poderes. El efecto solo perdura unas horas.
— Fue custodio de una de las gemas del infinito, la de la mente, la cual el propio Thor le confió. Desgraciadamente se vio obligado a entregarla a Loki a cambio de la vida de su hija mayor.
— Su mente está considerada la más poderosa del planeta.
