Mutants

My name is Aron. Well, was actually, because I was alive till yesterday. Yesterday everything went to hell and I died. Died? Did I really die? It's all hazy, ya know. Or, maybe it was just too painful that I don't want to remember? Well, whatever. Let me tell you what happened either way. I heard that sharing painful memories helps ease them, or something like that.

It was a normal day in my life, that is to say, it sucked. Fighting in illegal underground cage fights was the only way I could earn money to live in this cruel world. It wasn't much, but it was enough for me to get by. But, you see, things had been getting worse over the past few days. The usual gambling crowd seemed to be richer than before. And, with more money came bigger bets.

The people I fought were stronger than before, but I didn't really have a choice in the matter. These mafia fuckers would beat me half to death if I refused to fight. So, I took up their 'generous' offers of doubling my winnings if I won.

That's how I got here, lying on the ground with broken ribs and a smashed left eye. Oh, bloody mouth too. Fuck! I can't feel my body.

Right beside me lay that giant fat fucker who broke me. Heh, at least he's dead. I never stood a chance against him though. At least not in a head-on fight like this. The bastard had killed ten men over the past two days alone. Yeah, it was as fucked up as you think it is. But what can I do? It's survival of the fittest out there, buddy.

He was so fat and heavy that my punches and kicks were barely scratching his skin. But guess what? All he needed to do was throw himself on me and I would be done for. It hurt like hell too since he weighed like a truck. But as soon as he slammed me, I broke his windpipe with my elbow and ripped out the nerves from his neck with my teeth. You heard right! I tore out flesh and nerves from his neck with my teeth. It tasted fucking disgusting, but hey, he died, so it's all good.

I was taking deep breaths when I heard some guy yelling...

Oh man, my vision... Everything was blurry... Then it's over...

Fuck! I died!

Now, here I am... Just floating in this endless space for God knows how long. Or am I just sleeping? It doesn't really feel like it though. My mind feels hazy, but this place is so peaceful. Well, whatever. I'll just float here and sleep, I guess.

Suddenly, I felt something tugging me. What was that? Is someone calling me? Who the fuck are you? Let me sleep a bit more.

My consciousness started fading away, then everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying under a clear blue sky. The smell of fresh air and grass under my palm. Birds singing nearby. Am I still dreaming? And who is this girl standing near my face? Ah! Blue panty! Argg! My dirty mind. Instead of her beautiful looks, all I could focus on was the tiny piece of cloth between those slender legs. Well, can you blame me? I just died. I didn't know what the fuck happened after I passed out, but I somehow ended up here.

Maybe this is heaven and I'll get to see many more girls... Maybe some nude girls... Speaking of girls, the one before my eyes got short black hair, big goggles over her head, brown irises, a pink shirt, and yellow jacket, and a skirt.

Wait! My stomach hurts, not indigestion, but actual pain! Argh!

"You alright?" the girl's voice brought me back to reality.

What the fuck? That hurts! Oi! What is going on here? Is this not heaven?

My vision got blurry again.

Before I could ask the girl anything, everything began to away.

"Ah, Crap! I blasted him off again," the girl's voice echoed in my ears.

Blasted me off... again?

Then I lost my consciousness again.

The same scenery greeted me once again, this time, without any pain. I got up slowly. That girl was sitting right beside me as if waiting for me to get up. By the way, she kinda looks like one of those characters from X-Men comics. Heheh! No way... My eyes fell on a couple of teenagers using weird powers around the big open field. One was shooting lasers from his eyes, another one had a big long tongue and a girl with wings was flying around. There were too many of them...

Superpowers? No. That guy cleaning his bike... Ripped muscles, a cigar hanging from his lips, pointy side hairstyle, and that beard style... Wolverine! No way! I'm in fucking Marvel and if I were to guess, then this place is the Mutant Academy! And since I'm here, I'm a freaking mutant! Hell yeah! I've always wanted superpowers since I read my first comic book! And now that I have them, I can kick ass!

Ahem! Let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? I still don't know how I got here, nor do I know what power I have. Come to think of it, why is that girl staring at me like that? Oh, crap. Don't tell me I have a boner.

"Ah! You woke up. I thought you were a goner," She smiled sweetly, thankfully, there was no bulge in my pants.

"Uh, what happened?" I asked as I sat up.

"I'm sorry about that. I can't control my blasts and I might have ended up blasting you off while stealing... No, I mean, borrowing your donut box," she scratched her cheek awkwardly as she confessed.

Damn! Those big goggles made her look cute.

"Please don't complain to Logan," She begged, "You are the new guy and I almost killed you... He's gonna lock me up again in the basement, I just know it. He did it last time when I stole his bike and crashed it on the wall. So, pretty please."

Her puppy dog eyes looked at me innocently, begging me for mercy.

I had never seen such beautiful brown irises before. Damn! I can't be thinking like that. Not when I got here after dying so abruptly.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Jubilee," she introduced herself with a smile.

"Well," I stood up. "Don't worry. It happens to the best of us, right?" I forgive you. Your blue panty glance was worth it. I chuckled in my heart.

She jumped up excitedly.

"Thank you so much!" Jubilee hugged me.

"No problem..." I froze there. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest. Is it getting hot out here? Or is it me? I bet it's me. I should let go of her, but she felt so nice in my arms. I let her go and she dashed away like a speedy train. Retracing my faint memories, I walked to my room. I gotta find out more about this new me.

I stumbled through the hallway, still a bit dazed. The smell of fresh paint and the hum of distant conversations surrounded me, but everything felt surreal. Wait, this isn't fresh paint. My senses... I took a deep smell. Yup! Just as I thought. I can smell paint as if it was fresh and I can even smell pizza... Who is eating pizza without me? I looked around. I'm slightly hungry.

A chubby guy walked past me with a slice of pizza. Argg! Pineapple on top. Hell no.

As I walked, I glanced around, trying to piece together what I could remember. Nothing about this place seemed familiar, yet there was an odd sense of déjà vu creeping up on me. My body felt different—stronger, lighter. There was a strange energy flowing through my veins, and it made my skin tingle. It was almost like I had been plugged into some power source I didn't know existed.

Doors lined the corridor, each with small plaques. Some bore names I recognized—"Jean Grey," "Scott Summers". I knew these people. Not personally, but from movies and comics.

I looked down at my hands. They didn't feel like mine. They were too smooth and scarless. I reached up to touch my face. No scars there either. I ran my fingers through my hair, which was thick and silky, not the messy mop of greasy strands I was used to. Such a weak body, not that I'm complaining but putting me in this situation in a dangerous world without any explanation whatsoever... I wonder who brought me back to life in this world.

It's like one of those fanfictions... Well, a second chance, huh?! At least, it's better than my last life. No point complaining anymore...

Finally, I reached a door at the end of the hallway. It didn't have a plaque, but something about it felt like home. I pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was small and sparsely furnished. A bed, a desk, a dresser. On the desk was a small, round mirror. I walked over and looked into it, half afraid of what I might see.

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[11 chs of X-Force: Beyond Omega] [No double billing]

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Note: The first half [20 chs] mostly focused on training, little action and Jean & Kitty. The plot picks up after that. You gotta have patience.