My OC Stash #89 - Perfect Imperfection by Kronium345 (MCU)

-Sir Lucifer Morningstar's DC - Remastered Edition but in Marvel and not a Gamer SI, just a really nigh omnipotent OC!

Sypnosis: No one would expect that beings that are all-powerful and all-knowing could be so... bored. Simple ideas can produce astronomical results. A being deemed 'perfection' will cause great changes in the Marvel Universe. Either saving the world in the process, or damning it to hell. Let's see how it can handle the 'Perfect Imperfection'

Rated: M

Words: 82K

Posted on: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13119528/1/Perfect-Imperfection (Kronium345)

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Chapter 1-2 (exceptional)

In the far reaches of space stood a man, gazing out in the vast expanses of space and watching the distant galaxies, nebulas and comets trail by him. He stood around six foot one, and was dressed in an all-white suit with combed black hair and glowing blue-white eyes that screamed of power unrivalled. Just being in his vicinity would give you that impression he was not a being to be crossed, let alone challenged.

This was the Beyonder, an extremely powerful cosmic being that very, very few could rival, in this universe and the multiverse.

And right now, the all-powerful, all-seeing, almost all-knowing Beyonder was… to put it simply, bored.

"Hmmm, what to do, what to do…," the Beyonder said as he cupped his chin and glanced out into the universe to see what was going on, specifically on Earth. After a few moments of seeing the current state of things on the little mud ball of a world that he's taken a fancy to on many occasions, the Beyonder prepared to pull out and look at another world, when he had a thought come to his head.

"Hmmm." Frowning, the Beyonder took a closer look at Earth, looking at a certain species in particular. This species were what humans referred to as 'mutants'. The Beyonder was fascinated by mutants, and by extension, humans. So weak, so young, so childish... and yet, of all the species that he had encountered, they seemed to rank as one of his most favourite. Simply because of their ability to adapt to change. Almost any human, be they the small beings called infants, to the grown-up adults, could learn how to adapt to change, given the right tools and resources.

"Adapt..." the Beyonder muttered, frowning. Then, a smile appeared on his face. What he was going to do could be his possible greatest mistake or biggest investment. If he played his cards right, he could alter certain events that could possibly destroy the Earth, universe and possibly, the multiverse.

"Plus, I am bored," he added as an afterthought. One second, he was on the distant moon that he was standing on. The next, he was gone.

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Space, 31st century, unknown spaceship...

Nathaniel Richards, later known as Kang the Conqueror, was looking at several holograms depicting recent historical events from the 20th-21th century. He was looking at the studies of Egypt, inspecting the tombs and pyramids.

"Hmm, the work done by Victor Von Doom is extraordinary," Nathaniel commented, waving his hand to disperse the hologram. He smiled, ideas flowing through his head. "Soon, En Sabah Nur. You will be mine."

"Yeah, I'm going to have to ask you to reschedule that," a voice rang out.

Nathaniel whirled, his mind moving at the speed of thought to activate each of his defence systems. Advanced plasma rifles and guns popped from the ground, along with missiles, droids and other machinery. "Show yourself, intruder!"

"Oh, come on, make a person feel welcome," the voice continued, before the Beyonder appeared in the spaceship. He looked around at the advanced weaponry aimed at him. "None of that, now." With a wave of his hands, each and every piece of technology suddenly vanished.

Nathaniel blinked, stunned, before glaring at the being. "Who are you?! What are you doing on my-"

Rolling his eyes, the Beyonder crossed the distance between him and Nathaniel in nanoseconds, before placing a hand on Nathaniel's head. The Beyonder removed his hand, looking at Nathaniel, who gasped and held his head in pain, images and words flowing through his mind. Kang the Conqueror, Apocalypse, the Avengers... perfection.

Nathaniel gasped again, squinting his eyes, as if he was looking at a bright light. He looked at the Beyonder warily. "What do you want?" he asked, unsure as to what the being before him wanted, and why he showed him those images.

The Beyonder smiled. "What I want... is entertainment. Simple as that. But for you, you could have an heir. Although, Apocalypse is one choice, but I'm sure what I've provided for you would be a... suitable replacement. So, Nathaniel. Do we have a deal?"

Nathaniel stared long and hard into the Beyonder's blue-white eyes, before finally saying, "I'm listening."

XXX

Thousands of years from the present, Ancient Egypt...

En Sabah Nur wandered the desert, tears spilling down his grey skin. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, the most prominent being sadness and anger.

"Why?" he whispered lowly, the howling winds whipping by him as sand flew through the air. "Why did they abandon me?! Just because I look different?!" En Sabah Nur's mutant powers started to go out of control, distorting the sandstorms around him. "I'll make them pay! They will all pay!"

"Do not worry, my child..." a voice said, clearly heard through the dusty winds.

En Sabah Nur whirled around, furiously wiping his tears and looking for the mysterious voice. "Who are you?!" At first, he thought that he was going crazy, but no. He knew he heard the voice. He wasn't going crazy.

A hand was placed on his shoulder. He smacked the hand away, looking at who had touched him. His eyes widened upon seeing the figure. "Pharaoh Rama-Tut," he whispered, shocked at the person in front of him.

Pharaoh Rama-Tut had reddish skin, tanned from his time in the deserts of Egypt. The only pieces of clothing that he wore were brown sandals, and a simple loincloth. An Egyptian crown adorned his head, showing his position and power. White veins circulated his body. In his hand was a simple staff. His face showed a stern visage, evident by the stress marks across his face. And yet, he had a kind smile on his face.

"En Sabah Nur," the pharaoh simply said, smiling. "I have been looking for you for a long time, my child."

En Sabah Nur blinked, confused at the pharaoh's words. Yet, he didn't think much of it. He was still surprised that he was here. "W-What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help you," Rama-Tut said, frowning. "I know of the... events that you experienced in Aqaba."

En Sabah Nur snarled, eyes alight with power and anger. Seeing this, Rama-Tut placed his hand on the boy's shoulders.

"There, there," the pharaoh comforted, before hugging the boy slightly. "It is alright."

En Sabah Nur was shocked at the actions of Rama-Tut, wondering why the pharaoh was comforting him. And yet, he didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around the older man, sobbing quietly.

As he was comforting the boy, Rama-Tut's eyes shone with cruel intent. "There, there..." he continued to comfort. Patting the boy on the back, he removed himself from the hug, he smiled warmly. "Come with me. I can show you that your 'curse' is nothing but a gift. I will protect you. Those Aqabans won't ever hurt you again, that I promise you."

Joyful that someone actually didn't treat him with disdain for his 'curse', En Sabah Nur nodded quickly, unaware of what was going on in the 'pharaoh's' mind.

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Current Present, Puerto Rico...

Leonardo Sebastian ran. He ran as fast as his stubby, seven-year old legs could carry him. Normally, if he was running, he'd either be playing tag with one of his friends, or trying to play football. Now wasn't the case.

Oh, no. He was running for his life.

The reason? The mob of people running after him, carrying clubs, pitchforks, spades and knives.

"Damn monster!" "Die, freak!" "May God curse you, demon-spawn!" Were the shouts of the mob as they gained on the boy.

Now, one might wonder why a crowd of adults and some young children were chasing and trying to kill a seven-year old boy. And the answer is quite simple. At least, for the mob.

Leonardo was a mutant.

He found this out... quite painfully. It was just two days ago, he was considered 'normal' at the time.

Flashback

Leonardo was playing football with his mates, Mateo, Samuel, Ricardo and Steven. His eyes were alight with childish excitement as he kicked the ball towards the goal that Steven was blocking. Steven slapped the ball away with his meaty hands, wincing as he did so.

"Aww, no fair!" Leonardo pouted, stomping his foot. So annoyed was he, that he didn't see the delayed slide-tackle from Samuel. Leonardo cried out as he fell, getting dirt on his clothes.

"Haha!" Mateo laughed along with Ricardo, as Samuel was grumbling about now being covered in dirt from his slide-tackle.

Leonardo looked up, tears prickling his eyes. He sniffled. "Shaddup!" he yelled, annoyed at being made fun of.

"What is it? The fourth time that you missed a shot," Steven taunted, walking up to the group. He grinned, his one of his front teeth missing. "All of us made the shot. You're the only one rubbish at the game!"

"No, I'm not!" Leonardo shouted, annoyed at all the constant bullying from his friends. It was always like this. He always got picked on, and he knew it wasn't his fault. Steven was a good goalkeeper, despite his age. He usually watched his older brother play all the time with his team.

"Haha! So lame!" "He can't even make a decent shot!" "What a joke!" were the taunts that came from the boys.

Annoyed, Leonardo yelled, frustration building up in his body. "I'M NOT A JOKE!"

While his shout wasn't very impressive - given his high-pitched voice - what followed afterwards was. The boys were suddenly pushed back by an invisible force. Each of them landed on their butts, wincing and crying as they did so.

Leonardo was confused, wondering how each of them fell back like that. He didn't push them. Did he?

Their cockiness gone, each of the boys shakily got up. "Y-You pushed us! You used magic!" Mateo accused, pointing a stubby finger at Leonardo.

Frowning, Leonardo said, "There's no such thing as magic, stupid! And I didn't push you!"

"Then what was that?" Steven pressed on, freaked out. He looked like he was about to cry.

"I-I don't know!" Leonardo answered, annoyed at being accused.

"D-Diablo!" Samuel suddenly shouted, pointing at Leonardo.

Seeing this, the boys joined in, their young minds following the suggestion. "Diablo! Diablo! Diablo!"

"No, I-it's not true!" Leonardo yelled, now scared. There was no Diablo! No magic! He didn't push the boys! He didn't!

He ran away to his house, the screams of the other boys following him.

XXX

Leonardo ran home, tears spilling from his eyes. He banged on the door rapidly. A few seconds later, his father came to the door, alarmed at the state of his son.

"Leo, what's wrong?" his father asked, scooping his son into his arms and hugging him.

"The boys, t-they b-bullied m-me!" Leonardo managed to say through his sobs, soaking his father's shirt.

Frowning, his father brought him indoors, taking him to the living room. His mother sat there, worried.

"Eduardo, what is the matter?" his mother asked, standing up to look at their son.

Eduardo put his son down, looking at his wife. "Maria, he says that some boys were bullying him!"

"Bullying?!" Turning to look at her son, she hugged him. "Do not worry, Leo. Those boys won't harm you again. Why did they bully you?"

Before Leonardo could say anything, there was a rapid knock on the door. Confused, Eduardo walked to the door, his family behind him.

When he opened the door, he saw four parents standing at the door, Mateo, Steven, Samuel and Ricardo behind them. Eduardo frowned. "What is going on?"

"My son says you're son used magic!" Matthew, the father of Steven, growled, arms crossed and glaring at the boy behind the door.

"What? Magic?" Eduardo had an angry frown across his face. "Are you joking, Matthew?"

"It's true!" Samuel backed up his friend, pointing at Leonardo. "Diablo!"

"Stop saying that!" Leonardo shouted, angry.

"Calm down," his mother tried to say, shielding her son. Looking at Samantha, the mother of Ricardo, she pleaded. "Samantha, please! You know my son, he's innocent!"

"I am only listening to what my son has said," Samantha replied, frowning curiously at Leonardo.

"Mama, he's cursed! Demon!" Ricardo yelled, pointing at Leonardo. "He pushed us back with his magic!"

As the other boys joined in and called him other names, the parents didn't do anything. Growling, Leonardo balled his fists. "I didn't do anything!"

At that shout, another invisible force pushed the parents and children back, letting them land on their backs. Samuel hit his head on a nearby rock, falling unconscious. Mateo and Ricardo got scrapes and friction burns. Steven received the least amount of wounds, only a few scrapes. The parents received similar wounds.

Jaw dropped, Leonardo looked at the scene before him, stunned and horrified. "I-I..." he tried to say, but couldn't.

"L-Leo..." The boy looked around to see his parents staring at him in horror.

"I, I didn't mean to-" "D-Diablo." The word cut off Leonardo's speech, his mind trying to digest the word his father had called him. He saw his parents staring at him with fear and uncertainty.

XXX

The next day, Leonardo was arguing with his parents. He kept on denying he did anything, and saying that he did not possess any magic. His parents - who believed him before - now accused him of the exact same things the boys did. When he pleaded for his mother to believe him, she slapped him across the face, stunning and wounding him.

Leonardo landed on the ground, slightly crying at the pain and shock at the fact that his mother hit him! When he cried and weakly begged his mother to stop, she exploded. She shrieked at him, cursing him in Spanish and lamenting at the fact that her womb produced him. Leonardo kept on crying at the curses and words, pleading for his mother to stop.

This infuriated his mother, who advanced on him and started slapping and punching him. Leonardo could only cry, covering himself to protect his body from any more abuse. Each strike jarred his brain, breaking his skin. When it looked like he was about to pass out, his mother suddenly stopped. It took a few seconds for Leonardo to look over his arm, only for a slap to come his way.

This time, Leonardo was knocked unconscious, the pain too much for him.

XXX

Leonardo awoke an hour later, blinking the spots out of his eyes. His stunned mind took a few minutes to collect himself. All he saw was white. He later realised that he was in a rucksack, the same rucksack that his parents used to collect food.

He screamed, trying to move out, but it was futile. He panicked, his sudden shortage of oxygen becoming apparent. He screamed and yelled and tried to kick, but he couldn't get out of the bag. He could only hear the muttered whispers of his parents, along with the rev of the engine.

Things escalated quickly after that. Leonardo was hyperventilating during the entire ride, worried he was going to suffocate. It was a miracle he was still alive. Suddenly, his world turned sideways as the sack he was in was pulled from the back of his family's car. He kept on kicking and screaming, but he only received several punches to the side for his actions. He eventually kept quiet, his whimpering gone silent.

His memory got fuzzy after that, likely due to the blunt force trauma to the head. He was yanked out of the rucksack, and tied to a wooden chair. His woozy brain finally managed to register the fact that he was in the old church in town, which was catered to by the local priest.

He looked around, seeing his parents sneering at him. He also saw his so-called friends standing there, putting up false masks of cockiness and anger. There were other adults there, all spitting at him and cursing him.

He finally managed to register the fact that the local priest was there, his black robes a contrast to his usual white ones. His grey hair moved with his shaking head, muttering under his breath. Taking a deep breath, he brought out a bible from his pocket and started reading from it.

Leonardo tried to speak and plead with the priest to stop, but he wasn't listening. In fact, the only thing the priest did was throw holy water at him. Leonardo coughed, getting some in his mouth as the prayers continued.

He panicked, feeling the holy water the priest kept on throwing at him, the sneers of his friends and the adults, the frowns and curses of his parents... It was too much! He had to get out of here! He had to!

He wriggled and struggled, doing his best to break free. His desperation, his desire to be free and run away, came in the form of the familiar invisible movement, pushing the priest, the adults, and the children back. This also had the effect of breaking his bonds, the sheer force snapping them.

Leonardo didn't waste any time. He got out of the chair and ran, ran away from the church and the people, tears streaming down his cheeks.

End Flashback

Now, he tried to run frantically, desperate to lose the approaching crowd. He saw the village border, and suddenly excitement filled him. He could run away, get far away. H-He could live on the streets, away from his parents! Anything to save him from-

A rock managed to trip him, halting his thoughts and making him eat dirt. Ice coated his veins, fear gripping his heart. No, no, no, no, NO!

"So," a voice said behind him, making him crawl over the dirt and see who had spoken. It was an elderly man, with a pitchfork in his hands. "No where to run, demon."

Eyes wide, Leonardo started to sob. "P-Please. S-Stop this," he begged. "I didn't do anything! Please! I-I didn't mean to!"

The audience paused at seeing this, doubt and guilt starting to creep into their features. Just as it seemed like they were about to listen to his words, a voice called out, "No!"

Someone stepped forward; that person being Maria, his mother.

Leonardo's heart was ripped in half, seeing his mother the one who was denying his freedom. The relief from all this pain.

"I don't know what you're playing at, demon," Maria spat, fury and disgust written across her features, "but you're tricks won't work on us anymore! I can't believe I ever loved you, you who used your magic to bewitch us!"

Leonardo's tears kept falling at the heartless words. He couldn't handle this. He'd rather get hit and beaten up than hear those words spoken to him.

"Kill him!" Maria shouted, knife raised. The crowd followed afterwards, cheering.

The first weapon to pierce his skin was the knife from Maria. It sunk into his chest. Fortunately, or unfortunately if you look at it, it wasn't fatal. The crowd joined in, all of them joining in on torturing him.

What followed was absolute hell for Leonardo. He was punched, kicked, stabbed, smacked, and damaged further. Blood flew and soaked the ground. His tears and snot mixed with the crimson liquid, staining the ground and the weapons and limbs of the people attacking him. They cried out in joy, happy that the demon was being beaten to death.

Leonardo was in a new world of pain. Pleas didn't work, tears and begging didn't work. He... was going to die.

No, he weakly thought, his mind succumbing to the pain. Leave me alone. Stop.

No one listened to his cries. Not God. Not the people. No one.

Weakly, his vocals damaged from his wounds, he yelled, "STOP!"

At that moment, the invisible force appeared again. Only this time, instead of pushing the people away, it pierced through them. Limbs were separated as blood flew. Bones broke, skin ripped, and body parts flying everywhere. It was like invisible swords started cutting into the crowd, killing them one by one quickly.

The massacre finished as quickly as it started. The aftermath was dead bodies lying in pools of blood. All of them were mutilated in different ways, from stabs wounds to big holes inside them. The most brutal was Maria, who was at the forefront of the assault. She was an unrecognisable corpse of flesh and blood. It looked like she was pierced and cut all over the place.

Leonardo witnessed all of this. All the deaths. All the carnage. All the fearful looks on their faces. They seared into his brain, the images burning in his mind. He suddenly felt incredibly weak, exhausted from the events from the two days. The last thing he saw before he went unconscious was an floating purple being.

XXX

En Sabah Nur, now dubbed Apocalypse, floated down to the ground, surveying the massacre before him. He didn't flinch or look away from the bloody and fleshy mess that littered the floor. He was only interested in the boy in front of him. He read the lingering surface thoughts of the boy, named Leonardo Sebastian.

So young, yet experiencing the same things I once faced, he mused sadly, looking at the boy. He smiled warmly. Soon, my child. You will no longer be faced with these pathetic humans. You will be my heir. Perfection.

Scooping up the boy in his arms, Apocalypse teleported away. Leaving the bloody scene behind.

XXX

Unknown laboratory, Lab-A1...

Leonardo swam in the tank, hooked up to advanced Celestial technology. He was unconscious, but healed of all the damage that he had received from the mob. His mind was in turmoil, the images playing in his head even as he slept. He was fully naked, a breathing mask and tubes hooked up to his body.

Observing the boy was Apocalypse and Kang the Conqueror, the latter holding several vials of blood and liquid, and a containment box. The two were silent, still looking at the boy. Finally, Apocalypse spoke. "You are sure that my heir will not die during this process?"

"Positive," Kang nodded, looking at the boy with a gleam in his eyes. "The Beyonder showed me the potential the boy has. On his own, he is a force to be reckoned with. After this..." Kang chuckled, imagining the power that he would wield. "He'll be unstoppable. The perfect being."

Apocalypse nodded, also eyeing the boy with greed in his eyes. "Perfect..." He looked to Kang. "Begin the process. My technology will aid in the recovery and processing of the blood present."

Nodding, Kang brought out the vials in his hands and pushed them into different slots, connected to a machine that linked to Leonardo. Each vial had different names on them, though some had initials: F.R., W.M., L., J.H., F. Followed with that, he placed two distinct vials of chemicals inside the slots of the tubes. One was labelled 'Combat Chameleon Serum', while the other was simply labelled 'Sentry Formula'. Finally, Kang placed the liquid metal, which he discovered was dubbed 'Proto-Adamantium' in the tubes hooked up to Leonardo.

The time-traveller looked to Apocalypse, who simply commanded, "Begin gene-splicing."

The tubes of blood, chemicals and mystery metal flowed through the machine and into the tubes hooked up to the boy. As soon as they entered the boy, he started thrashing about, as if being electrocuted. His eyes snapped open, now pure white as Leonardo screamed. His body started to morph slightly, going from skinny, to muscular to lanky. His head twitched, like he was having a seizure.

Pain was all that he experienced as he cried, tears of pain mixing with the water in the tube. He was experiencing more pain than he had with the mob that attacked him. It hurt! It hurt so much! It was like he was lit on fire from the inside, dropped in a bath of acid, and had each of his organs ripped out.

Leonardo's mind went blank from the pain, going unconscious again even as his body morphed rapidly to accept the added blood, chemicals and metal bonded it to him. Just as it looked like it was about to die, something happened.

Leonardo had no idea of his mutant powers, nor was he even aware that he had the X-gene. However, both Kang and Apocalypse had no idea of his full powers. The Beyonder only told them that his power was adaptation and evolution-processing. What he didn't tell them was that he had another power: energy manipulation. This was the power that allowed him to push back the boys in the football field, and what allowed him to kill the chasing mob. However, this power was severely underdeveloped and untrained, and as such, could not do much without training. But now that it was amped-up with the blood of powerful mutants and beings, as well as the advanced and powerful chemicals now adapting inside his body?

Both Apocalypse and Kang only had a few seconds before they were hit with a gigantic explosion of pure energy and power. Leonardo screamed as his eyes flashed from blue, to red, to gold, and then to white. This process continued before the colours mixed in a kaleidoscope of colours. He roared, the explosion increasing in power as all of the built up power was released.

The laboratory that he was held in was destroyed in the following explosion. Not only that, but the surroundings were also obliterated. Wildlife, animals, earth, were all destroyed.

Meanwhile, in New York, people screamed as the explosion was released into the air, deafening them. The clouds cleared and parted as every bird in the vicinity and nearby died instantly, annihilated by the explosion of power.

Buildings shook and shattered, collapsing and killing numerous people. TVs went static before being shattered. The oceans shook and rumbled, causing boats to fly up from the seas and land directly into the ocean, killing sailors and cruisers.

Up flying in the air, the massive black floating object known as the S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier shook and tumbled, nearly tumbling below. Aboard, an African-American in a black trenchcoat and dark clothes and an eyepatch on his eye was barking orders to nearby men and women. "Somebody investigate what the hell is going on! Hill, I want surveillance on the nearest epicentres of each earthquake! Run damage control on each and every nearby civilian. Now!"

Inside the house labelled 'The Xavier Institute for Gifted Children', a bald man screamed in pain, quickly removing a metal helmet on his head as it sparked and fizzed, before exploding. He yelled in pain as blood dripped from his nose and eyes, the sudden psionic energy off the charts!

"Professor!" a beautiful African-American with long white hair yelled, running to tend to the bald man, a hairy, short man following behind her.

In a small neighbourhood, a young red-headed girl cried out in pain as blood dripped from her mouth, nose and ears and collapsed, not hearing her parents cry out to her. In the recess of her mind, a fiery and powerful entity that came in the shape of a phoenix screeched, looking as if it had surprise written across its features. As well as... fear.

In space, rips and tears in the fabric of reality were formed, threatening to destroy the nearby planets. The space-time continuum looked as if it was going to collapse.

The explosion of power looked like it was going to continue, until suddenly, it halted. It was as if time itself had paused. Then, the explosion vanished, disappeared instantly. The tears in reality closed, the earthquakes stopped, buildings stopped shaking. The Earth itself looked as if peace suddenly washed over it.

In the unknown and now non-existent laboratory, Leonardo floated there. The tank and tubes connected to him had been destroyed. He hung, suspended in the air with his head bowed, and eyes closed. All the wounds from the tubes injected into him healed instantaneously in a matter of milliseconds.

He continued to hang there for a minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Finally, he snapped his head open, opening his eyes. His eyes glowed with the kaleidoscope of white, blue, red and gold. Leonardo didn't say anything for a moment, before his eyes settled on blue. Suddenly, he disappeared, space distorting slightly.

XXX

Years later, Antarctica, Unclaimed Territory...

Thing were progressing quite well in Magneto's opinion.

Xavier remained occupied with Mystique's Brotherhood, leaving him unable to hinder the Acolytes missions. It also left Magneto free to focus on his greatest undertaking. Asteroid M would be the haven from which he and the chosen could guide mutantkind to their bright future.

Of course, things had not been easy even without Xavier's interference. Getting the more mundane equipment and materials had been tricky. Then there were the classified prototypes that generated atmosphere, gravity, and a stealth field. Which was a humongous task to achieve.

But by far, the most challenging part of Asteroid M were the needed calculations. The easiest of these being the velocity and vector needed to insert Asteroid M into a stable orbit. The complexity only rose from there, with a hundred other details complicating things further.

As his latest simulation ended in yet another failure, Magneto swore in disgust. The tiniest flaw in these calculations would invite an ecological disaster of unforeseeable proportions. Which Magneto could not allow, if his people were to inherit the earth then it needed to be able to support them.

Resetting the simulation parameters, Magneto revisited the idea of bringing in an outside consultant. His normal consultant, Mister Sinister, was more of a geneticist than a physicist. Thaddeus Sivana Sr. could have been a viable choice if he did not make the devil appear trustworthy. Then there was A.I.M, the jack of all trades in the black market sciences.

His communication suite hummed to life, signifying someone had entered it. Turning around, Magneto's eyes lit up in recognition. "Mystique," he greeted the blue-skinned shapeshifter.

Mystique's lips twitched. "Erik. I hope all goes well."

"One can hope," he responded dryly. "Has there been any development with your Brotherhood?"

Mystique scowled, shaking her head in disgust. Her red hair bobbed with the action. "Hardly. Toad is nothing but a lazy, incompetent fool. Lance is arrogant and doesn't take corrections, and that's not even covering Pietro's file."

Magneto scowled at hearing the mention of his son. "What of him?"

"He's too cocky," Mystique summarised, frowning. "Hotheaded, short-tempered, flies off the handle too much, and plenty more that I'd rather not spend time listing."

Magneto snarled, annoyed. Then he calmed down, trying to relax. "This is unacceptable. That naïve fool, Xavier, is already filling his school with more children, and filling their head with utter rubbish. I refuse to allow him to best me, due to the utter incompetence of several teenage boys." Sighing, he mentally went over several ideas, finding one particularly useful. "It looks like we'll have to do some recruiting. We need to guide our brothers and sisters to the right cause."

"And where exactly are we going to find them?" Mystique queried, an eyebrow raised.

"I think I have a solution," a voice said. Magneto and Mystique turned quickly, seeing a person standing in the suite. Mystique's hand went to her handgun, while Magneto narrowed his eyes.

The unknown person was a tall young man who looked to be sixteen. He had an incredibly handsome face, with chiselled cheekbones and smooth skin, which spoke of Spanish descent. His long black hair reached his shoulders, tousled near the end. He also wore a white T-shirt with a leather jacket over it. This, however, did nothing to hide his incredible physique. His muscles were toned and strong, almost looking as if they were going to break his clothes. It looked even more impressive than any Olympian athlete, even under those clothes. Ripped jeans adorned his legs, along with red Converse hi-tops.

Despite his appearance, he seemed calm. Almost too calm. As if there was nothing in the world that could bring him down or challenge him. What showcased this were his eyes. They were a warm brown, and yet screamed of absolute power and coldness. They had a dark tint to them, as if he had experienced great horrors and tragedies.

"Who are you?" Magneto immediately asked, using the surrounding metal to wrap itself around the unknown teen. And yet, just as the metal reached him, it fell as if it was wet paper. Shocked, Magneto tried to manipulate it, but found that he couldn't.

Mystique looked as if she was about to fire her gun, but it suddenly turned to dust in her hands. Shocked, Mystique lowered her hands, fearful.

The teen smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. "My name is Leonardo Sebastian. I heard that you needed a recruit."

Done. Whoo, am I glad I managed to write this down.

So, if you didn't already know, this fic idea was offered to me by a Guest reviewer (think he goes by Marvel fan, now), which I managed to put down.

This is the prologue chapter, so next chapter will seem different and more displaced than this one. To help you guys, I'll answer some obvious questions:

1) The Beyonder has interfered, and recruited Kang the Conqueror and Apocalypse to produce this 'perfect being'. My OC named Leonardo Sebastian. Why? Because he was bored. Plus, this is well within his power.

2) Leonardo's mutant abilities are as follows:

Energy Manipulation - this is one of Leo's original mutant abilities. He can absorb, direct and manipulate energy, both in its purest form, and other forms of energy. This can be used in the form of concussive blasts, energy projectiles, energy shields, and energy limbs. It originally starts out as invisible energy limbs, like Lucy's/Kaede's vectors from Elfen Lied. These 'limbs' can cut, punch and tear through solid material. The only downside to them is that if Leo wants to put more power in them, they become more visible and easier to dodge. The speed and power also depends on Leo's concentration. When fully mastered, this would make him Omega-Level, possibly even beyond.

Matter Manipulation - [Locked]. [Self-Explanatory]. A by-product of his manipulation of energy.

Telepathy - [Self-Explanatory].

Telekinesis - [Self-Explanatory]

Teleportation - [Self-Explanatory]

Precognition - [Locked]. [Self-Explanatory]

Astral Projection - [Self-Explanatory]

Pocket Dimension Creation - [Locked]. [Self-Explanatory]

Reality Warping - [Limited]. [Self-Explanatory]

Hex Powers and Chaos Magic - [Self-Explanatory]

Adaptation and Evolution-Processing - Leo can adapt to any surroundings, environment, and mental processing. His evolution-processing is an ability in which he can ingest or drink a person's blood to gain their powers/X-gene and potentially enhance them. Similar to Rogue's power, only he can keep the powers indefinitely. The only downside is that he needs to ingest the person's blood.

Psychometry and Good Luck Probability Manipulation - [Self-Explanatory]

Healing Factor - [Self-Explanatory].

Proto-Adamantium Bone Claws - [Self-Explanatory]

High Talent for Technology/Machines - [Self-Explanatory]

Super Strength

Super Speed

Super Agility

Superhuman/Enhanced Relflexes

Intangibility

Nigh-Invulnerability

Ressurection

Healing others.

Photographic Memory

Photographic Reflexes.

3) Leo will start out as a villain first, since he's joining Magneto, but will eventually become an anti-hero.

4) Leo's also messed up and very unstable and insane. Like, mix Deadpool's insanity, Carnage's depravity, and a mind touched by the Darkhold. If any of you get House of M vibes, good. You're notified.

5) Harem is as follows:

Jean Grey/Marvel Girl/Phoenix, Emma Frost/White Queen, Anne Marie/Rogue, Betsy Braddock/Psylocke, Laura Kinney/X-23, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Ororo Munroe/Storm, Selene Gallio, Susan Storm/Invisible Woman, Carol Danvers/Ms. Marvel/Captain Marvel, Felicia Hardy/Black Cat, Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Amora/The Enchantress, Mystique, and Jessica Drew/Spider Woman. None of these girls are being removed. One or two more may be added, but that's it.

6) The story will start off from the X-Men Evolution show, and continue onwards.

Well, that's it. I'm posting the chapters one by one, so I won't respond to reviews for the first few chapters.

Read and Review!

Chapter 2

Bayville, NY - Abandoned Iron Works Factory...

Jean Grey stared at the table before her, almost wanting to slap herself for not thinking things through.

As much as she hated to admit it, Jean had to concede that in hindsight she had been too zealous in reaching out to Fred. Still, at least she had tried. That was the point of the X-men, to reach out to other mutants and show them that no matter how hopeless or isolated they felt, there were not alone no matter how it might seem. Jean let out a huff of exasperation. She had had enough of the self-recrimination. She could sit here and wait to be rescued or she could free herself.

Unfortunately while she possessed two powerful gifts, both required a great deal of concentration. Something in short supply thanks to the throbbing in her head. The pain was so bad that it had taken an arduous amount of effort to reach the Professor for just a few minutes.

Still, she gathered as much focus as she could and reached out with her telekinesis. At first she traced the contours of the copper piper holding her in place, forming a mental image and then grinding her teeth seized one end and started to exert her will. For a moment she thought it would succeed but the pressure her head proved too much and with a sharp exhale, Jean slumped against her bindings.

The pain had eased somewhat and Jean scowled in frustration. Why couldn't Fred have used rope or wire? Gathering a second wind, Jean prepared to try again, only for heavy footsteps to distract her. Looking at the door, she hoped that whatever Fred was up to out there it would keep him busy long enough for her to get free. The door opened a minute later dashing her hope, allowing an extremely overweight teen to squeeze through.

Fred 'Blob' Dukes paused, and then lumbered toward her with a grin. Jean had seen him grin before, but something about this particular grin worried her. Not because of how eager it made him look, but rather the desperate longing lurking behind it. It raised an instinctive urge to lash out at him, but she fought the impulse down though she remained on edge.

"This is gonna be the best night you've ever had," Fred said, grinning like a fool and moving toward her while brandishing a napkin "Dinner, dancing–"

"Fred this is all wrong," Jean interrupted, struggling to keep her voice calm. "You can't force someone to like you."

"Why not?" Fred asked with honest confusion, placing the napkin in Jean's lap, making her skin crawl. Stepping back he flexed his muscles. "I'm stronger than everyone."

"Being nice usually works better." Jean said, trying to reason with him.

Fred was like an abused child. He had found positive attention and he wanted to keep it all for himself. He had not done anything completely unforgivable yet, all she had to do was keep him from crossing that line. Then she saw his reaction to her statement, and her stomach plummeted - Fred had frowned as if trying to understand what she meant, his eyes staring at nothing for several long seconds before his face blossomed into a another grin.

"Oh yeah!" Fred exclaimed with abrupt cheerfulness. "I just remembered. I've got a surprise for you!" The large mutant walked back to the door, leaving Jean alone.

Jean grunted, casting her eyes around for something to use and buy some time.

XXX

Fred had never believed he would be on a date with a girl like Jean.

His mom had waited just long enough to name him before she left. Then when his dad was not 'beating sense into his retarded fat ass', Fred had dealt with a gang of sadistic bullies while growing up. Needless to say, when his powers kicked in he had got the hell out of town. But only after he put his dad through several walls and ensured the gang would be eating through straws for a long time.

So to be dating a girl like Jean, after such miserable beginnings, it blew his mind. Of course, he still had to win her over completely. This was why he was double checking the stolen record player. Satisfied with the record player, he tucked it under arm, heading back to a waiting Jean.

At least until a loud grating sound filled the warehouse, drawing his attention. Frowning he looked around before lumbering toward the double doors of the warehouse. He had only taken two steps when the doors exploded inward. Fred stumbled back in shock, dropping the record player as he did.

Before he could recover something slammed into him, hammering his face with punches. He stumbled even further, but recovered soon enough and grabbed his attacker. With an angry shout, he tossed them over head and turned to get a better look at his attacker. It turned out that his attacker was short and wearing an orange and black uniform.

"Who are you?" he asked, annoyed.

"Name's Wolverine," the man growled. "Now, you going to let the girl go, or am I going to have to make a point?"

"Ha! You think you can do anything to me?" Fred taunted.

Wolverine responded by lunging at him, and Fred sidestepped the charge, backhanding Wolverine away. The smaller man tumbled across the floor as Fred grabbed a heavy piece of machinery, the metal screeching as he ripped it free of its bolts. Lifting it over head he turned back and hurled it at his dazed attacker.

It hit the ground before it tumbled across the floor, turning Wolverine into a supposed messy smear. Smirking, Fred dusted his hands off and prepared to resume his date - until his attacker leapt over the machinery, metal claws flashing as he landed in a crouch.

Completely bewildered, Fred could only stare as Wolverine jumped at him, claws aimed at his face.

Fred yelled out in surprise, just managing to catch Wolverine by the wrists, only to receive several furious kicks to the face and chest as he held him aloft. Growling with increasing frustration, Fred tightened his grip and pulled Wolverine's arms wide only to receive a double foot stomp to the face.

Roaring, Fred swung around, dislodging his feet before belly flopping, pinning Wolverine beneath him.

"Can't... breathe...," Wolverine choked out, trying to free himself.

"Yeah? Well, you shouldn't try and take my girlfriend!" Fred shouted, before bouncing on top of the man, smashing his head into the concrete floor with a sickening crunch.

Wolverine continued to struggle for another minute before finally going slack. Fred waited a moment to make sure that Wolverine was not going to get back up, and then laboriously got back to his feet. Satisfied, he started to turn away, only to stop as he spotted someone standing in the now ruined doorway.

Fred frowned at the powerfully-built teen wearing street clothes and had black tousled hair. His face looked to be of Spanish descent.

"Who are you?" Fred asked.

"Leo," was all the teen said.

"Okay," Fred said, frown deepening. "What are you doing here?"

"A client of mine wants you to join our cause," Leo said simply. "We could use someone with your abilities."

Fred looked confused, before scoffing. "Yeah, right. Like I'm going to join some stupid group."

"Not even if this group are mutants like you?" Fred blinked at that. "You can join us, you know. Get back at all those humans who put you down, who took your childhood away from you." Leo held his hand out. "Join us, Fred. Among us, you'll find brothers. Family who won't abandon you like your mother, or mistreat you like your father."

Fred's mind imagined it all, not even registering the fact that this guy knew about his life, something that he never told anyone about.

"But..." He turned backwards, before looking at Leo. "I need to continue my date."

Sighing, Leo closed his eyes, face scrunched up in irritation. "I don't have time for this." And then he moved, disappeared from Fred's eyes. He could only register something heavy hitting the back of his head, before he passed out, unconscious.

Leo sighed, looking at the kid before him. "Pathetic." He picked Fred up with one hand, before looking behind him. At the red-haired girl tied up on the chair. He face was scrunched up in concentration, trying to loosen her binds.

He walked over towards her, still carrying Fred. Looking at the large shadow over her, Jean looked up, shocked. She blushed, looking at the handsome teen before her.

Leo continued to look at her blankly. Finally, her bindings fell away instantly, with no effort. Jean gasped, looking at her now free hands, then back at Leo. "Y-You're a mutant?"

"Yes," Leo answered. "Fred won't bother you again, don't worry."

While Jean was relieved, she was unnerved by the emotionless look in Leo's eyes. Not only that, but he had a dangerous air around him. "Who are you?"

"No one special," was all he said, before he disappeared. Jean blinked, wondering if it was her eyes playing tricks on her.

XXX

Abandoned Warehouse...

Leo dropped Fred as soon as he teleported, the large mutant landing with a thud as he dented the ground.

"That was quick," a voice commented. Leo looked up to see Mystique walking towards him, wearing casual clothes: jeans and a blouse. Her golden eyes peered into his brown ones. "I expected at least some resistance."

"Even if there was, he still couldn't stop me," Leo said simply.

"So, I take it that he agreed?" Mystique asked, unnerved a little at Leo's attitude. If she was honest with herself, he scared her. On the one hand, he didn't act like any of their recruits; arrogant, incompetent, and actually completed each task with excellent efficiency. However, he didn't say much, didn't converse with the others, and had a darkness to his eyes that frankly worried her.

Sure, she had a darkness to her, many mutants did due to their pasts of being mistreated or neglected. However, Leo had a gleam of insanity in his eyes, something that Mystique didn't like. That made him unpredictable and unaccountable.

"Yes and no," Leo answered. At Mystique's questioning look, he elaborated. "When I gave the whole spiel to him, he looked like he was on board. But his eagerness for a girl distracted him."

"So, you didn't get him to agree," she summarised, annoyed.

"It's not like it's a problem," Leo said, looking at the unconscious Fred. "I could just manipulate his mind, make him more compliant." He said this like he was talking about the weather. "What does Magneto want?"

"He wants you to attend Bayville High, scout out Xavier's X-men," Mystique said. "With your powers, you could easily find out each of their weaknesses, attitudes, etc."

"That's not what we agreed on," Leo said, frowning. "I asked him specifically when we were going to move on to the humans." He said the word 'humans' with venom. Mystique herself flinched at the word herself. "If we were going to kill them, attack settlements, guerrilla tactics, anything."

"That's not-" "I don't care if we're laying low," Leo interrupted, having already read her mind and knew what she was going to say. "With my powers, I could snap my fingers and kill them myself. The only reason I don't is that I want to personally kill them with my own hands, see their own deaths with my two eyes." Leo smiled widely, eyes shining. "I'll wipe them all out."

Mystique visibly shivered, repulsed by his actions. Sure, she wasn't fond of homo-sapiens, and would have no problem killing them if need be, but even she wan't willing to commit senseless genocide.

"However," Leo said, his insane gleam disappearing, "I will attend Bayville High, only to see how these X-men work. Tell the others, so that they're not surprised, or interfere with my plans."

With that, Leo teleported again, leaving Mystique to release the breath that she was holding. "I think that Magneto made a mistake, she muttered to herself.

XXX

Next Day, Bayville, New York, Bayville High School...

Leonardo Sebastian walked down through the halls of Bayville High School with calm and assured confidence, as if he was too good for the school. He had actually never been to a proper school - he didn't deem it necessary - but he had studied many subjects - from Mathematics, Physics, Human Biology, Chemistry, Engineering and Robotics. All at levels far beyond high school. Really, the fact that he was even attending school itself - where human teenagers walked through, conversing physically and mentally about their useless lives - was enough to make him want to erase it.

He withheld his motion, however, knowing that this was part of the plan. He passed by a gushing group of girls, who he barely spared a glance at.

He had gone for a far more simple look; a black T-shirt with some band on it, along with navy jeans and grey and black sneakers. Something he didn't often wear, but worked for now.

He walked to his first class; Honours Physical Science. He ignored the talking teacher, who welcomed him to the class; he wasn't interested in his words. What he was interested in was the girl sitting at the desk-lab table closest to the closed window. The red-haired girl from yesterday. It was only when the teacher finished talking that she looked up, only to freeze in surprise.

Leo withheld a smirk as he mentally convinced the man to make him sit beside the girl; Jean. He walked slowly, taking in the growing surprise on the girl's face as he approached, probably due to the fact that she couldn't read his mind. He arrived at the desk, still looking at Jean.

"Hello," was all he said.

"H-Hi," she greeted with a nervous smile.

"I'm Leonardo Sebastian. A pleasure to meet you."

"Jean Grey."

At that, he nodded, taking a seat beside her. Her eyes continued to scrunch up in confusion as she kept on looking at him. He rolled his eyes at her obviousness.

If you wanted to read my mind, he telepathically said to her, getting her eyes to become wide, be less obvious about it.

H-How... You're a telepath?! she asked in her mind.

Leo took a peek at her mind, only to scoff as he encountered her pathetic mental walls. Honestly, they might as well not have been there, with how weak they were. He knew that he was an immensely powerful telepath thanks to the blood of Franklin Richards, so it wasn't really fair on the girl. Still, the point still stood. Yes. Never met another telepath?

N-No. As the two mentally conversed, Leo smirked as he received the information that he needed from Jean's mind. Too easy.

XXX

Walking through the sea of teenagers at the cafeteria, Leo mentally restrained himself from annihilating every single one of them. Just brushing against them was enough to make his skin crawl. But he reminded himself of the plan, so he withheld himself. Again.

Dozens of eyes followed him as he passed. Some belonging to guys who felt inferior and threatened by the mutant. Most belonged to gushing girls with a predatory glint in them.

He finally found an empty table in the corner. He was glad that the Brotherhood hadn't interacted with him. They knew of his behaviour, so they knew that he didn't want to talk to them. Sure, he had no problem with any of them, but he hadn't had contact with human or mutant for years. Well, except for his activities.

Leo could feel the eyes of several teens on him that felt different to the others as he ate. He rolled his eyes, knowing that it was the X-men. He met the eyes of Jean, giving a simple smirk. He knew that she had already told her friends about his telepathy, but he wasn't worried. They had no way of knowing of all of his powers, so he still had the element of surprise. And even if they did, it wouldn't help them.

Jean bit her lip in frustration as she looked at Leo from where they sat at the back. She was unnerved by him. She couldn't get anything from his mind. It was like staring at a bottomless pit, supposedly empty and no way out. That both intrigued and worried her. Intrigued, because she had only seen Professor Xavier with that kind of prowess in telepathy. She wondered how he could do that, and if there was way for her to learn it. Worried, because she didn't know his motives. He had to know of the X-men; she could tell that he was vastly stronger than her in telepathy, so he could've scanned her mind easily. Was he with the Brotherhood?

"Jean," Scott said from across her, getting her attention. "You're staring."

She flushed at having been caught like that.

"Hey, like, ease up on her, Scott," Kitty said to him, following Jean's gaze and sighed dreamily. "He's a hunk."

Kurt scoffed, wearing his watch that altered his appearance. "Please. He is not that good-looking." He spoke with a German accent. (A.N. - I can't write how a person with a German accent speaks. Seriously, I've tried before, and I can't. Maybe later on in the story, I will, but for now, just imagine him speaking with an accent). He gave Kitty a flirty look, wiggling his eyebrows. "Certainly not as good as me."

Kitty rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Like, back off already."

Kurt's shoulders slumped. Scott looked at Leo this time. "So, he's a telepath?"

Jean nodded, frowning. "Yeah. A really powerful one. I couldn't read his mind at all, and I'm pretty sure that he skimmed through mine."

"That's not good," Scott concluded, a worried look on his face as his sunglasses glinted. "He probably knows about the X-men and where we live. You think he's with the Brotherhood?"

"We haven't seen him talk to any of them," Kurt said, finally getting over his depression. "Much less look at them. Maybe he's just realised his powers and is trying to live his life?"

Jean shook her head. "No way. He's way too advanced to have just realised his powers instantly. He must've trained them for a long time."

"So, what do we do?" Kitty asked. The others looked at each other, unsure as to how to proceed.

XXX

Bayville, New York - Xavier Institute for Gifted Children...

Jean pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. Taking several deep breaths she resumed her paper on 'Mitosis and Meiosis'. Or at least, she tried to, but for some reason Jean drew a blank on what to write.

No, she knew the reason. Leonardo Sebastian.

Since she met him, he was all she could think about. How was it that he suddenly walked into school, aware that he was a mutant and not allied with anyone? Many mutants looked worried whenever they were around large settlements, worrying if their powers would spiral out of control, and they'd be found out.

Leonardo was the opposite. He practically oozed confidence, to the point that it was almost admirable. He knew he was a mutant, and yet wasn't worried at having to suppress his mutant powers. In fact, Jean had the feeling that he wouldn't care if he was found out.

She wondered how he had such mastery over his mutant powers. So far, she knew that he had telepathy and, supposedly, telekinesis. Just like her. It felt weird, but Jean wanted talk to him, ask for tips on how he had honed his powers so well. It didn't help that he was very attractive- no, stop. She already had a boyfriend. She shouldn't be thinking about Leo like that.

Tossing her pen down, she retrieved her text book and began reading. After twenty minutes, Jean realised that she had read the same paragraph a dozen times. Jean slammed her book shut and leaned away from the table in the mansion's library.

Standing, the red head paced the empty library. Passing by the open door, Jean could hear the sounds of the action movie from the living room.

For a moment Jean considered joining Scott and Kurt but didn't, she needed to finish her paper and besides, if finished her paper soon she could always join them. Even better, she could talk Scott into watching a movie she actually wanted to see.

Closing the door she returned to her table and reopened her book.

Jean?

Jean grumbled in frustration as the Professor broke into her thoughts.

Yes Professor? Jean responded, suppressing her urge to rant.

May I speak with you for a moment?

Of course, just give me a minute.

Shoving her notebook and text book into her backpack, Jean left the library, trying to keep calm. This had to have had something to do with Ororo's absence. Seeing Scott heading for the Professor's office as well only served to strengthen her suspicions.

They talked for a bit along the way before they reached the Professor's office.

"Jean, Scott," Professor Xavier greeted as they entered. "I suppose you have some idea of why I've called you here?"

"You want us to go meet with a new student," Scott guessed.

"Well, potentially." Xavier looked towards Jean knowingly. "This 'Leonardo Sebastian'."

Jean frowned. "I'm not sure he wants to join the X-men."

"And why is that?" Xavier asked Jean curiously.

"He just..." Jean hesitated for a moment, before continuing. "He doesn't seem like the type. He's well-versed in his telepathy, so I don't think he would even come to try to hone his abilities. As well as that, he just doesn't seem the type to follow somebody."

"I see," Xavier said, but was thinking of something else. Has Erik managed to recruit him? If so, then I fear the actions that follow. Leonardo could very well be the cause of D-Day, nine years ago. (A.N. - D-Day stands for Desolation Day, when Leo got super-powered).

"Well, let's focus on another possible recruit," Xavier said, pushing his current thoughts aside. "The young man in question is Evan Daniels, Miss Monroe's nephew."

"Er, why? I mean shouldn't Miss Monroe be able to handle this? I mean... well, he's her nephew and she's got plenty of experience," Scott said confused.

"Is it because we're closer to his age?" Jean asked.

"That is a factor, yes."

"But there's more to it than just that, isn't there," Scott said, frowning.

"Indeed. While Evan is aware of his powers and of the Institute, he refuses to attend. Apparently he still believes himself capable of handling his powers without outside help. Despite evidence to the contrary."

"What do you mean 'still'?" Scott asked.

"When his mutant abilities first manifested, they were minor," Xavier explained. "It was felt by Ororo and her sister that it would be safe to allow him to remain at home." Professor Xavier explained. "However as you both know, mutant abilities grow in strength as the body matures."

"What exactly is Evan's mutation?" Jean asked, wondering if it was weather-related in some way.

"The technical term would be 'Self-Replicating Exoskeleton'. Essentially, Evan can grow incredibly dense bone spikes. Bone spikes that he can not only vary the size of but also extend, retract and discharge from any point on his body."

"He must also possess a healing factor of some kind." Jean mused, frowning.

"An easy enough supposition. His body instantaneously heals from the wounds created during the use of his powers. The extent of this healing is far from being on the level of Logan's, but it is still present. He also posses a hyper-accelerated metabolism."

"Yeesh. At this rate I think me and Jean are the only without a healing factor or accelerated metabolism," Scott muttered.

"Some days, such as when I receive our food bill, I doubt even that," Professor Xavier responded with an amused chuckle.

"So when do you want us to leave?" Jean asked, chuckling as well.

"I promised Ororo that you would be there in the morning." Professor Xavier said. "Normally I would hesitate to ask you to miss school, but Evan is family and we are coming up on a weekend."

"Got it," Scott nodded.

XXX

Bayville, New York - Bayville High School...

Leo closed the door of his locker, his boredom not being relieved in the slightest. The amusement that he had felt coming here was quickly disappearing.

"Hey, you," a voice called.

Leo's eye twitched. Don't kill him, don't kill him, don't kill him... He sighed, turning around to look at who called him. He saw that it was a guy with a strong build and obvious jock-like features. What was his name? David? Daniel?

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"And I'm trying to ignore you, what's your point?" Leo snapped back, already annoyed.

Sneering, the jock stepped up to him, trying to intimidate him with his size. Which failed, since Leo was taller than him by a couple of inches. Leo actually laughed at, amused.

"What's so funny?" the jock asked, annoyed at being made fun of.

"The fact that you think that you can intimidate me," Leo elaborated, a smile on his face. He hadn't laughed like that in a long while. "So let's cut to the chase: what do you want?"

"I saw you talking to my girl the other day," David (Leo decided on David. Seemed right.) explained, now red-faced.

"And that girl is..." Leo said, still amused. Okay, maybe he wouldn't kill him. He was too funny.

"Jean!" David yelled, drawing attention to them.

"Oh... Wow, she must have really low standards," Leo said, smirking.

"You wanna go?!" David threatened, pulling his shirt up to flex his muscles, an obvious attempt to intimidate him, which again failed.

"Oh? See that would be intimidating if you were... well, intimidating," Leo chuckled.

David growled. "You mocking me?!"

"Oh no, no..." Leo said, before breaking out into more laughter. "Yeah."

Roaring, David took a swing at Leo, who stood there grinning. Once David's fist connected with his face, it promptly cracked, the sound ringing through the air.

"AAAAH!" David yelled, holding his left hand in pain. This made Leo laugh even harder.

"Oh, God, stop! Please!" Leo laughed, almost falling over. There were tears in his eyes.

"Fuck you!" David roared, going for a punch with his right hand to Leo's gut... and promptly got it shattered again. "Son of a bitch!" David yelled, tears in his eyes from the pain.

"HAHAHAHA! I'm going to pee! S-Stop it!" Leo leaned against his locker, laughing so hard that he cried even more. The students watching also joined in, amused at how the resident school jock got humiliated. By himself, even.

Leo finally walked away, leaving David to cry a little at having both of his hands busted.

XXX

Leo walked out of his class, finished his Particle Physics work. He had to admit, despite hating the teacher automatically, he was at least good at him job.

"Leo!" Leo blinked at someone yelling his name. Turning around, he saw Jean stomp towards him, eyes narrowed.

I'm guessing this is about earlier, Leo thought, looking at the girl with a smile. "Jean. How are you today?"

"Why did you have a fight with Duncan?" Jean asked, frowning.

"So that's his name," Leo commented absently, chuckling. "I'll try and remember that next time."

"You didn't answer my question," Jean said, hands on her hips. "Why did you fight him?"

"A fight implies that both parties had an equal chance of winning, as well as two sides confronting each other," Leo explained, smiling still. "I didn't do anything. Duncan tried to attack me, thinking that I was interested in you because we talked when I came here."

"That's..." Jean lost her anger at Leo, replacing it slightly for Duncan. "Ridiculous!"

"I thought it was funny," Leo shrugged. "I'm not interested in you. Although..." Leaning forward, Leo looked at Jean, who blushed and tried to step back. "... that can change if you want."

"N-No," Jean denied, still blushing. "I'm not. I have a boyfriend."

Smirking, Leo walked forward, making Jean walk backwards until her back hit the lockers. "That just makes it more fun," he commented, still grinning at her flushed face. "And don't act like you've never thought about it." As Jean's face grew brighter, his grin grew wider. He managed to get what he wanted.

The bell rang, and Leo went back to standing straight, smiling. "Well, see you later, Jean." He winked. "Don't think too much about me."

He turned and left, the smile instantly wiping itself off his face. His mission was accomplished.

XXX

Bayville, NY. - Bayville High School, Principal's Office...

Mystique had lived a long time. Longer than most people would guess. After all who would ever believe that she had been born in 1825. Sometimes, even Mystique had problems believing it given how much the world had changed in the last hundred and ninety-two years.

Though there were two constants; humanity's prejudiced nature and red tape.

Mystique grimaced, staring on the latest batch of paperwork. In theory, Magneto's ploy to use his son's rivalry with Evan Daniels was simple. In practice, it was turning out to be near impossible since it required her to manipulate the playoffs of a Double A bracket Championship.

Not that Magneto would care about how much creative paper work, bribes, and blackmail it had taken. She should have told Magneto to go do something anatomically impossible. Why he couldn't send Leonardo to do the task, he had no idea.

After another few minutes, she stood up and drew the shades of her office before taking her seat again. Unlocking a hidden drawer, she withdrew a communication device and set it on her desk. Shifting into her natural form, she activated the device and a low hum filled the office as it warmed up. Once it established an encrypted connection, the emitter sprang to life.

A flickering low resolution holographic image of Magneto appeared hovering inches tall. Somehow in spite of the diminutive size, he still struck an intimidating chord.

"I take it you have news?" Magneto asked, breaking the silence.

"I wanted to inform you that I've made the final arrangements in regards to your plan for young Mister Daniels and your son."

"Excellent. Were there any undue problems arranging things?"

"Beyond bureaucratic problems, no," Mystique answered.

"Unfortunately, there are some evils that even the most powerful of us are helpless against," Magneto sighed. "What of Leonardo? Has he provided sufficient information?"

"Yes," Mystique nodded, frowning. "He's already scanned one of Xavier's X-men's minds, and has given a full detail of the mansion, the Danger Room, and a little bit on Cerebro."

"Excellent," Magneto nodded, smiling. "Have him stay for longer. He's already provided enough, but more information never hurt."

"While that's good and all, are you sure we can trust him?" Mystique asked.

Magneto frowned. "Fully? No. But we are fighting for the same cause. He agrees that mutants should stand above homo-sapiens."

"Yes, but how much?" Mystique asked. "He's clearly not mentally stable, which makes him unpredictable. Plus, we still don't know how powerful he is. All we know is that he's a telepath, and has telekinesis. We're grasping at straws here."

"That is true, but until he actually acts out, we need not do anything. But be cautious," Magneto warned.

Mystique nodded.

XXX

Bayville, New York - Bayville School High Yards...

Evan Daniels cursed as he tried to catch Pietro Maximoff, who again casually dodged his grab.

"As usual, too slow," Pietro said, before rubbing his chin. "Props for the attitude though. There might be hope for you after all."

Evan bit his tongue, knowing he had to keep his head. He should have from the beginning, but his urge to beat Pietro had gotten the better of him. But now he had his head back in the game.

"What's going on here?"

Evan turned as Scott stepped into the parking lot. Damn. Though he did wonder where Jean, Kitty, and Kurt where.

"What's this, a babysitter?" Pietro asked with a mocking laugh. "Oh, Daniels just when I thought you couldn't get lamer."

Evan grit his teeth and spun back to Pietro, but the sudden presence of Jean in his mind brought him up short.

Enough. He's just trying to goad you Evan, you need to keep your head in the game.

... Fine, Evan responded back, knowing that he had no choice.

Good. Now, what can you tell us about him?

He's fast, Evan relayed. I couldn't touch him, but he loves to talk...

So we get him talking, and record him.

Leave the recording to me, Kitty responded from where she crouched.

Meaning we'll take our cues from you since you know him best Evan. What buttons do we push? Jean asked.

Pride, he answered back. He just realised that the whole conversation had taken place in the time it took for Pietro to laugh.

"So this is that friend you were telling us about?" Jean asked, stepping into the parking lot at last.

Pietro did a double take at seeing Jean and in an instant he changed locations. Jean leaned back at his sudden appearance in her personal space. "Well hellooo. We haven't been properly introduced, I'm Pietro, and you're beautiful."

Jean frowned. "Not interested."

"Say no more," Pietro said then, in a silver blur was behind Scott shaking him by the shoulders. "I mean, I get it! You're into the tool. Why? I have no clue. But whatever, love is a beautiful blind thing."

"He's not a tool." Jean said, eyes narrowing.

"Well, that's a shock! I would have sworn he was a poser wearing sunglasses at night!"

"Wow, I had forgotten how bad you are at hitting on girls," Evan said, drawing Pietro's glare. "Dude, just give it up. Jean's not interested and I don't want to waste time listening to you going up in flames."

"What was that?" Pietro asked, voice low.

"You heard me."

"Tch, whatever," Pietro said, before smirking. "What, not going to try and hit me again?"

Evan bit back his first response, which would be to do just that. Mostly because he knew it would be pointless to try. But also because Jean had been right about Pietro goading him and would not hesitate to berate him for giving in.

"No. I'm going to kick your ass on the court. You know, where you can't hide behind that speed."

"Lame," Pietro said shoulders slumping before he darted off. He circled the three of them in a silver blur before stopping next to the entrance. "Why'd you even bother coming out here if you were going to wuss out at the last minute?"

Evan clenched a fist and took a deep breath. He also tried not to get creeped out with the way Jean kept sending him telepathic reassurance.

"Oh, don't get me wrong Pietro, I want to knock your head off. But I know I can't right now. Scott and Jean wouldn't let me even try. So I'll have to settle for stomping you on the court."

"There may be hope for you yet Evan," Pietro said, smirking. "Anything else before I steam roll you out there?"

"Yeah. Why break into all those lockers and framed me... I just don't get it."

"I told you before. For the kicks. I was bored!" Pietro shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"You were bored?" Jean asked, disbelief clear in her tone.

"Well, duh! When you're as fast as me, you get bored. It doesn't matter if I'm sleeping, eating, breathing, or standing here talking. All of it takes forever! Hell, I've already lost interest in this conversation five hundred times since it started. Stealing wasn't much better, but at least it gave me something to do."

"And you decided to frame me, because...?" Evan asked, shocked.

Pietro held his hands out as if it were obvious. "Duh, because you got so worked up! It was hilarious. Just when breaking into the lockers started to get boring, you just kept getting more and more worked up about it. Kept trying to stop it from happening, do you know how many times I hurt myself from holding my laughter in?"

"Hold on, wait," Scott said, cutting in. "Why are you so willing to admit to breaking into the lockers?"

Pietro blew a raspberry. "Oh please. It's not like there's any way to use it against me. Oh sure, maybe someone might believe you're telling the truth, but do you think a judge is going to decide to believe you because you say so? Dude there's naïve, and then there's living in Mabeland."

"You really think your untouchable, don't you?" Jean asked.

"Run, run, as fast you can ~" Pietro sang.

"Alright," Scott said, taking a step forward and reaching for Pietro. "I thin-Whoa!"

Without warning Scott flipped through the air and knocked Jean over. Both teens ended up in a tangle of limbs on the ground, while Pietro stood in the spot where Scott had been. "Not too quick, are ya?"

"That's it, Pietro!" Evan shouted unleashing a rain of bone spikes at his former friend. He missed, instead peppering the side of the team bus.

"Ha! Yes, finally." Pietro laughed, clapping before disappearing in a blur of motion.

Evan's head rocked forward from a smack to the back of his head. Stumbling forward, he spun around with a snarl, but found no one behind him. Feeling a tap on his shoulder he spun back around with a wild backhand, but struck only air.

Pietro stood a few feet away, curling a finger at him. "Come on, loser. Let's see what you got."

Pietro made to run off, only to run into something hard.

"Ow! What the hell?!" Growling, Pietro looked at what he ran into, only to see a six-pack of abs blocking his way. "What the-"

Pietro looked up to see Leo, garbed in a new outfit. It was a black skintight bodysuit that clung to his muscular body, outlining each feature. He wore crimson red boots, with the same colour on his wrists. On his lower torso, he had the symbol of the Arms of Chaos, painted red with a grey background.

"Pietro," Leo said simply, looking down on the boy in front of him. "You're outmatched and will eventually be outclassed. Give up."

Scoffing, Pietro waved him away. "No way! I've still got to play tag with these chumps."

"I don't care," Leo said, eyes narrowed. "I've already talked with Magneto. He says that your attitude is a risk to the entire mission. Come with me, now."

Laughing, Pietro got ready to run. "You'll have to catch me first!" With that, he burst off in a blur, running past the fallen X-men.

He turned around, ready to taunt Leo, who still stood there. "Ha! You're not even trying, los-Huh?" Pietro started to taunt, only to again smash into something hard. He whirled around to see Leo standing there. "Wha- How?!"

"Oh, don't mind me," the Leo in front of him said. "I'm just occupying multiple spaces at once."

"H-How are you doing that? I didn't know you could clone yourself!" Pietro exclaimed, shocked.

"Clones? No, this is my speed," Leo clarified, a small smirk on his face. He jabbed a thumb to the side. "There's also a third one talking to Jean over there." Pietro whirled around to see a third Leo chatting with Jean, who again blushed. By the side, Scott looked annoyed, while Evan was shocked.

"That's impossible!" Pietro yelled, annoyed at how he was made to look like a fool. He wasn't supposed to be the fool!

"No," Leo said, poking Pietro on the forehead. "You're too slow."

"I'll show you slow!" Pietro made to hit the Leo in front of him, but hit an afterimage of him. "Wha-"

A kick sent Pietro flying. He landed on the ground, trying to get his bearings. He tried running away. "No way am I dealing with this?"

"Dealing with what?" Pietro almost tripped over himself, looking to see Leo running at a jogger's pace.

Snarling, Pietro changed direction, kicking his speed into overdrive. Everything around him became a blur as he zoomed away, trying to run away. His heart beat quickened beyond its normal rate as he ran with everything he had, trying to prove this guy wrong. He was the fastest! No one else!

"You know what's impossible?" a voice said directly beside him. Pietro's blood ran cold. "The fact that you call yourself fast."

A foot tripped him, causing him to fall. A second foot kicked him and launched him sideways. A third kicked his head, knocking him unconscious.

Leo sighed, the other hims disappearing. He picked up Pietro like a sack of potatoes.

"Leo, wait!" Jean called out, just as he was about to teleport.

He turned to look at her and her friends. "When I'm working, call me Alucard(1)." He grinned menacingly, eyes glowing scarlet red. With that, he teleported away, taking Pietro with him.

Finished. Hope you guys liked the official first chapter.

(1) The name doesn't have any relationship with Hellsing. Leo's codename/villain name is Alucard because he gains power through blood, like a vampire. At first, he wanted to call himself Dracula, after the vampire. But then changed it, claiming he was the opposite of a vampire, due to how he didn't like it. The blood gives him power, rather than him having power over blood. That's how he thinks of it. Hence, Alucard.

Leo's relationship with Jean won't start typically like how I'd do it. There will be an attraction on both sides soon enough, which will lead to sex, manipulation, more sex, and then finally proper feelings. Want to make this a little dark, so hope it'll work out. In fact, he'll be like that with most of the girls in the harem.

I also wanted to point out Leo's sociopathic tendencies and actions. Despite acting all cheery and humorous when he shouldn't, he'll usually get information from people. Either that, or he's going to use the tendencies to have sex. In fact, he pretty much has a lot of traits of being a sociopath: not being fully capable of love, the charm, cunning, a lot of lying, etc.

Oh, by the way. By the time of the Asteroid M bit, the story will diverge a lot from X-Men Evolution. Not by a lot, but it'll still diverge.

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