Capítulo 1: Chapter 1
I, Oliver King, 21 years old today, was finishing my shift at the convenience store. I checked the time on my phone. It was almost eleven. I sighed.
"At least I'm off tomorrow." I was about to leave when my manager called me.
"Oliver, I need you to clean the bathroom before you go." I turned to my manager.
She was a short and fat woman. She had no neck and about three chins. She had dyed her hair a bright purple. She wore a too tight black long sleeve and. Dear lord. She had on a black short skirt. She wore lip gloss, black mascara, and violet eye shadow. I swear I didn't know why she kept pestering me.
"Isn't Zeke supposed to do that?" I already knew how this was going.
"But you're right here. It's not like you've clocked out yet. What are you doing?"
I wanted to ask what she was doing but decided against it. "What is Zeke doing?"
"Ok looks like you're not busy then. Get to it. Oh and we're short on staff, so I need you to come in tomorrow."
"What the fuck. No."
"Fine, just clean the bathroom."
I went into the bathroom and cleaned it up. I don't know why people made so much mess. Just do your business and fucking leave. It wasn't that hard. Paper towels go in the trash can, water stays in the sink. God, I hated people so much.
Finishing up, I washed my hands for a minute longer than usual and snuck out before that tater tot could ask me to do something else. I looked at my phone while I waited for the light. I really did have nothing to do. I'd probably watch a movie or something and fall asleep.
Maybe The Avengers. Or probably X-men. I said I was going to get into the comics, but I just never had time. Between doing this shit job and school, I had a tight schedule. Now that the light was green, I crossed. I checked the time again. 9:18. I hated my life.
My head instinctively looked to my right and directly into the front of an 18 wheeler moving way too fast with its headlights off. I felt my arm get crushed before my ribs as well and everything went dark.
So I died huh, well damn. "Hello there", what the, who is speaking to me?
"Let's just say I'm a powerful being." So you can hear my thoughts, well what now?
"Well you may not remember but you did a great service for me in a past life, a service which allowed me to get where I'm at today. For this I will send you to a world of your choosing with whatever wishes you desire as recompense."
Sounds good to me let's get started.
I've always loved marvel, send me to the marvel universe. That being said, I don't want to be some weakling. You know what, make me a mutant. My first mutation gives me the power of fire, hell fire, nuclear fire, primordial fire and heat manipulation. I want total control of my flames and heat so that I burn only what I want to. I want my own dimension that I can alter the appearance of as I see fit. This dimension cannot be accessed without my permission, not even the one above all can break in. This dimension has a renewable supply of cosmic fire, hell fire, primordial fire, nuclear fire that has NO connection to the phoenix or any other cosmic/angelic/demonic entity.
My second mutation is Lobo regeneration. Fuck that guy wolverine, Lobo can regenerate from a drop of blood. Add in psychic immunity and heightened senses
My third mutation is fire and heat immunity. Also make it so that I have a similar appearance of hell boy. My body should be very durable and I want my bones to be extremely tough. Make it so that I can will my hands up to my forearms to have that rock-like look that the original hell boy had on his right arm. I want it to be more durable than adamantium. However, unless I want it to appear, hands and forearms are normal. Oh and I don't want to have that bald spot either, I want full healthy hair.
I think that should do, now drop me off in front of the Xavier school for gifted children in 1980 right before Kitty Pryde's taxi shows up. Make me 15 years old. I need a background don't I? Plant memories in my mind of myself being a homeless orphan, due to my mutation my powers made it so that I had to stay in hiding. After many close calls I began looking for a place to call home. I witnessed the events at the dinner where some of the X men were captured by Emma Frost. In my curiosity I followed Kitty back to Professor X which led me to the school.
"That was a very lengthy and very detailed request. Well I did say whatever wishes you desire. I'm going to have to limit your ability to use the cosmic fire. Don't worry, in time you will master it, maybe."
What the hell, you said ask for anything. This is what I want. Seems my supposed service wasn't put to good use if this is the limit of your power.
"Don't test me, now as I said, you may or may not be able to master the cosmic fire. I can't just give you that kind of power for free. The other powers are fine but not that. It will be locked away until you can handle it. Also if you try to force it you will die. That Lobo's regeneration will not be able to save you from that kind of power. Now is that all?"
Fine I guess I can live with that. The other powers alone should put me at omega level. I'm ready for my- wait!
"What is it now?"
Just one last thing. Make it so that my dna can't be copied or cloned, no matter what. That is the last thing I ask of you. Oh and the cooking skills of Saiba Joichiro
"It shall be done. Now enjoy your new life."
Saying that I am blinded by a flash of light and then I feel nothing but pain. As if I'm being burned alive. My blood is boiling and my skin is charring. The smell of cooked meat fills my nostrils but is soon overpowered by the smell of burnt hair and burning flesh. I try to put out the fire but nothing seems to work. Then a headache unlike anything I have ever felt assaults my mind. I feel as if my skull is splitting and is focused on two points on my forehead.
Next my teeth, they ache and fall out with my boiling blood following in its wake. My bones break over and over again, and my lower back feels as if I'm being battered by a jack hammer.
This process seems to repeat endlessly as my wounds just heal constantly. A seemingly endless cycle of pain and I wish I could just die. Worst part is I can feel it all so vividly. Anyone would have lost their minds by now but mine is intact, I just feel it all, as if my body isn't the only thing that regenerates. After what seemed like eternity the pain disappears as quickly and suddenly as it came. Opening my eyes I see a group of people looking down at me with worry. I can barely make any of them out but one man appears as clear as day. He is an older man, sitting in a wheelchair and has a bald head. I smile a broken smile. "Finally, I made it", I say before darkness takes me.
I awoke to a raging headache. Memories were flashing through my mind, memories of a boy with no family and friends. Living in an orphanage but having to leave out of fear of what was happening to me. After the last bit of memories passed I felt as if I was one with this new world. As if that story I had made up was reality. While I was still in my thoughts my attention was drawn by a cough. "Ahem", looking over I see a man in a wheelchair. He was bald with blue eyes and had a gentle smile. He wore a plain brown long sleeve button up shirt and a black undershirt. His lower body was covered by a green blanket. To either side of him stood a man and a woman. I sat up to face them.
The woman stood at 5'11 and had flawless chestnut colored skin that made her white hair that hung to her upper back stand out. She has a heart shaped face with the most striking blue eyes that I have ever seen. Full lips colored red and a swan-like neck. A white blouse with blue tight fitted jeans showed off her well toned and beautiful body. Closest thing to a goddess I have ever seen, no wonder her people treated her as such, well that and the powers.
The man was short but stocky, standing at 5'3 with a serious looking face. He had blue eyes and black hair in an odd hairstyle that had two horned like ends on either side pointing upwards. He had an impressive mutton chop sideburns that framed his face. He wore a red checkered shirt with the sleeves rolled up displaying his hairy arms and blue jeans.
Finishing my examination I noticed that they too were examining me. The man in the wheelchair finally spoke. "Hello young man, my name is Charles Xavier and these are my students Storm and Wolverine."
"Hello Mr.Xavier, Ms.Storm and Mr.Wolverine. My name is Oliver King and I have been searching for you.
After saying that Charles raised an eyebrow while Wolverine looked at me with a bit more intensity. "You came looking for me? Forgive me Mr.king, but I don't believe we've met."
"No, we haven't, in fact I came here not knowing much about you or your students. You see, I came across Ms.Storm and Ms.pryde when they were at a dinner. I witnessed the attack by a blonde woman in white and how Ms.Pryde had phased through the wall into an ally. I had never seen anything like that before, people doing impossible things, other than myself that is. I thought, maybe that there might be others like me so I followed Ms. Pryde back to her home where she met with the rest of your group. Well, the rest is history. I came here hoping to find a safe place, I know that the rest of you are like me, special."
After listening to my story the previously serious Storm softened a bit. Wolverine still looked a bit serious but not as intense as before, while Charles just nods his head in understanding with a friendly smile. At that moment I felt something curl around my arm and looked down. What I saw shocked me.
"What the! Is that a tail? And my skin, it's red. How did this happen!" I yelled as I jumped to my feet.
"Calm down young man, you've nothing to fear" Charles said in a reassuring and calming tone.
"Easy there bub, no need for all that hollering" Wolverine said in his gruff voice.
"Relax Oliver, just take a moment to breathe and you'll be alright" Storm added.
After a moment I felt a bit foolish for forgetting what I wished for. After calming down I looked at my hands and noticed that not only were they red but a bit bigger than what I remember them being. I could feel my tail swishing around behind me and I noticed that my center of gravity was a bit off. Different than what I was used to, looking over to the others I noticed I was looking down at them. In my last life I was only 5'10 but it seems I've gained a few inches. Feeling something strange I reached for my forehead and felt two horns that started from my forehead and curled upward for about four inches.
"Could this be because of that horrible pain I felt when I reached the front gates?" I asked no one in particular. I caught the look of pity from Charles and Storm while Wolverine had an impressed look. "Ah, yes, when we found you it was not pretty. We tried to help but it seemed that you were going through a transformation due to your mutation" Charles explained.
"Mutation?" I asked. He nodded, "yes, that is what we believe happened to you." Wolverine grunted, "gotta say kid, that was some heavy stuff. Not many would have been able to stay sane through all that."
"I always felt as if something was trying to come out of me, but I desperately tried to hold it back. I was scared that I might become a monster or that I was going to die."
Charles smiled and looked at me in the eyes. "We have a lot to discuss, Mr.king."
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Bigbaby So I always wanted to write an x-men fanfic. The updates will be a bit slow as I’m working on my novel God King Zeus, but I’ll try to update this when I have time. Y’all know what to do, leave a comment and or review. Peace ✌️
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