#young immortal

[fallingstormphoenix]

Young Immortal: “???”

 He, number A1326 according to the yellow ear tag in his right ear, was terrified. He could hear them outside the door, there was many footsteps, maybe as many as a dozen, and that meant 24 feet where there to smash into his stomach, head, and chest.   24 heavy boots to stomp on his hands and leave him with 204 broken bones.   36 hours is how long it would take for him to heal. 36 hours of wet crunching, popping bones sliding back into place, every breath a sharp peak of new agony.  48 hours after all 204 bones were broken, the scientists would come in with their needles and vials and clipboards and rustling white coats. If they weren’t happy, 1 hour later there would be 24 stomping boots in his cell again, breaking 204 bones, taking 36 hours to heal, and the cycle would continue.   2 times.

 4 times

 7 times. 

 8... was it 8? maybe it was 9...

11...

15? What is 15? words had to mean something, but this one didn’t, it just echoed in his head in rhythm to the boots.

?????

[fallingstormphoenix]

Cypress Felder the Young Immortal, 

Age: 19

Race: Jewish/Angel X Personality: Cypress is a gentle soul, willing to sacrifice himself to save others no matter the personal cost (definitely not just because he feels that he’s worthless otherwise!). When his immortality is discovered and scientists from a secretive organization take him away telling him that his power can be used to save millions, he doesn’t fight back, no matter how inhumane their treatment becomes. He craves order and direction in his life, as well as being told he’s good enough, that he’s not a waste of space, that he’s helpful (he won’t believe you! but you can try) and he was that way even before being properly conditioned.  Cypress is a soft boi who just needs love. 

(the yellow earring is an ear tag that the organization gave him)

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[fallingstormphoenix]

Young Immortal

He paced, round and round in circles endlessly. This room was smaller than his old cell, just big enough for him to cross in 2 strides, but he wasn’t tied down anymore and he would willingly sleep in a closet for that privilege. 

 That’s why when the scientist entered, carrying a muzzle and collar instead of the usual clipboard or needles, he ignored his instincts telling his to dart out the open door behind them, and instead laid obediently on his back on the floor.   If he were good it would only hurt a little bit and then they’d be done and he wouldn’t have to go back to the white room with the table.

 A muzzle was clipped over his face, the leather straps digging into the side of his face and he whined softly. Didn’t the scientist trust them? Was whatever was about to happen bad enough that he might try to bite? He hasn’t tried to bite in a very long time.  He wouldn’t try to bite, they might be put back on the table if they did. He would try to be good no matter what they did to them. He had learned to be good a long time ago.  He stay obediently still as the scientist fastened a collar around his bruised neck, not even tugging away when the stiff leather was pulled too tight and made his breathing hard. He followed along obediently when the white-coat tugged on the leash, following them out of the cell and down the hall.  It was harder to obey when he was lead into the white room with the table and more scientists, but he tried to, he tried to stay still and obedient despite the trembling and the fear and the memories of pain, pain, pain. He had been good! He hadn’t cried when they gave him the shots in the morning, he hadn’t tried to get out of his weekly bath, he had tried, he tried so hard to be good.

 But that didn’t seem to matter as he was led to the table and strapped down.  Maybe he wasn’t good enough, he had whimpered when the muzzle was put on, and maybe he wasn’t quite gratefully enough when they fed him last night.     He would do better, he would be even more good, he would be so grateful and obedient, more than he had ever been! After all, they were using him to save lives, and shouldn’t he be grateful for that chance?

[shadowsinsweetwater]

Just throwing it out there. Cole Sprouse? Young immortal.

[kurtty-drabbles]

PD au(Grayson Creed)

N/A: inspiration for this part as I think Greyson Creed can be too one dimensional. Still a villain but hopefully one more relatable. I hope.

@djinmer4   @dannybagpipesarecalling

Grayson Creed is a man that forge for himself life, the leader of the Galdon, a proud guild that opens door to any human that ever feel scared by the abominations that run freely on earth, yes, Galdon is a place where Humans can go to feel safe, a sanctuary for humanity. Friends of humanity do have a nice ring and Grayson Creed is the one responsible for that.

Well, in fact, Grayson Creed did get help from several families that do see the world as it is, a filthy place where those abominations run freely, his birth mother(a woman that does not deserve the title) abandoned him when he didn´t get ...his power. And the Trenor family, with a big heart and open arms, adopt the little Grayson.

(Poor thing, he didn´t even have a name, Amanda was unfitting for many things, as Katherine Trenor, in her old age, give a nice name for the poor boy and treat him as he is really family)

The Trenor among several families help Greyson to take an attitude against the real evil in the world, but, right now, Greyson is not in Romery in mission, not to convert more people to "friends of humanity" , no, it spread word, thanks to people of good faith, that a survivor of the Trenor family is living here and Grayson wants to meet this person.

(Is a woman and many mentioned she looks like an angel, and Greyson can´t shake the silly idea of wanting to be a Trenor and having a good wife, being a good father to his normal kids)

However, his dreams are put in a desolated coffin as the lost relative Trenor is a woman that can phase, literally, she is an abomination of god(albeit, a cute one, of course, Satan would send someone cute to do his dirty work)

("Look, kids, I´m so phased right now" "Kitty, stop, you are making Mom´s jokes, again")

Kitty Pryde is a woman that works and owns the Blue Lady and Greyson is there a few times, her employees are teens that have magic, a boy that can speak any language in seconds, a girl that can control and manifest fear, another girl can create small explosions, another can read minds as her twin brother can do that as well, another look straight from hell(maybe she is from hell, Satan now adopt a more gothic style for his workers), a boy that controls fire and many other abominations.

In fact, Romery, once a proud city against mutants, now opens the door for mutants and speaks in the form an alliance with Genosha and Greyson feels the Trenor would be rolling in their coffin.

(How dare those monsters soil the memory of the Trenor, even if the owner is cute, nothing can be said to forgive such atrocity)

One day, as the man is on the Blue Lady regularly never mixing with the tourists, Kitty(unfairly beautiful today) is talking with one of her kids, a boy named Doug Ramsey and with the demonic girl, Yana(is what they call her) in a peculiar way.

"Are you ready for your first mission with Excalibur?" Kitty asked in a motherly tone(of course, Grayson is not fooled by such words)

"Yes, I and Yana did talk about and she gave me nice tips" Doug and Yana wink in conspiracy and Kitty is left wondering what the older girl told.

"Don´t forget rule 12, Doug," Yana said enigmatically and Doug promised he won´t. Kitty is a bit afraid to ask what this is all about. The blonde gets a bit shy and insecure as he askes to Kitty.

"What if they question about ...my timeline, I mean, they will make a health exam on me and maybe...you know," Doug said and Kitty merely ruffs his hair.

"Just tell them you have the best health care, one that covers even death," she said as a joke and the two kids laugh at this, Grayson is not laughing. Oddly enough, the tourist(a weird man that sits on the left table alone, ALWAYS) did not laugh as it seems he is listening to the conversation as well.

One day, Kitty is walking in the street of Romery with an empty basket in her hands singing a song, it is old, far too old to anyone remembers(Katherine Trenor used to sing the same song, saying it was a classic of its time, the youth will never sing this song as is forgotten and Grayson is not a young boy anymore) and parade on the freak show that is Romery until Grayson have enough.

"NECROMANCER!" he shouts and everyone stops to doing whatever it was on the agenda to see the scene unfold, Kitty still gives her back to him, but the music is over. "Kitty Pryde, I accuse you as a necromancer"

"I beg your pardon? I know it may sound a bit confused, but I only have blue in my dress and as the name of my bakery, I don´t have an indigo fur nor golden eyes that see my enemies at night" she can´t help by smiling a bit wicked at his reaction "nor a tail to choke those who point fingers at me, I´m only an innocent woman trying to survive in this city"

"I know what you are, a necromancer as filthy as him..." Grayson continues knowing he has an audience "that boy Doug Ramsey should be dead as he was a victim of the serial killer that rounds this city and yet is alive among us...you change the natural order"

"Me? No, no, I think you are completely misguided here, after all, all I do is heal and cook, as for Doug he was a victim but thanks to my healing, I manage to save him" she said but Grayson saw her sweating a little "you have nothing but empty accusations, so, please, let it go and have a nice day, sir"

"I may not have evidence to prove my claim on your status, NECROMANCER, but I can prove you are not a descendant of Katherine Trenor" and Grayson smiles as the woman is losing her cool. "Your great friend did murder all the Trenor, all of them, making quite easy for you to claim to be descendent, but, here the thing I know the family and I can prove you are not related to them in any shape" Grayson said and happy as the others are talking and looking at Kitty with new eyes. A stranger in the nest.

"You are wrong," Kitty said in a feeble attempt to persuade him to stop and Grayson smiles victorious, he may never have the chance to kill his own father, but, in this woman, he has the chance to initiate a fantasy of his.

"I already call for an inquisition on your past, Miss Pryde and I wonder what else we will found, I notice many bodies in the graveyard of this city are going missing and NECROMANCERS loves stealing bodies"

Kitty just frowns her face claiming she didn´t do anything.

Many are chatting at this revelation.

Grayson is smiling proudly of himself.

And the tourist is smiling maniacally at the scene. Kurt Wagner needs to do something now.