Bully

It has been two days since I have been transmigrated in the body of a recently 15 year old Robert Drake, and I have made a few life changing choices. Retiring the name 'Bobby' for the original owner of this body, may he rest in peace.

As the week began I prep for high school, the bane of all supers, with potential enemies and complicated love lives, 'what fun'-yea no, not for me. I have found out that I am not a mutant yet. I have tried to activate my powers over the weekend and almost died from embarrassment from all the poses I tried.

The thing about the new Robert Drake is that I loved Iceman, such a poorly used character with amazing potential. And I love marvel, not to the point where I memorized the plot of each marvel movie and read all the comics, no. Truth be told, I have never read the comics and have only seen most of the marvel movies.

Doing some research I have found out that Tony Stark has not been captured yet, but apparently has a weapons demo in Afghanistan in a few months. Also there appears to be a Fantastic Four in this universe as I came across the Baxter Building online. And since I am a mutant, Professor Charles Xavier does have a school... that has no one in it.

"Bobby, come on you're gonna be late for school!"

"Coming...M-Mom!" God I can't get used to having actual parents, since I was an orphan my past life. Going through the motions of packing a bag and riding a bus of regular monotone day really relaxes me, until I spot Sylvester Stallone(Rocky) himself pushing kids in the hallway acting like he owns the place.

"Drake!" Rocky shouted as soon as he sees me, hooking an arm around my neck giving the image that we were best friends, "You got something for me?"

*Sighs* "Sure hold on a sec..." Reaching into my pocket to grab my lunch money, I hand it over. What was I supposed to do at 5ft'4 and 110lbs I was a walking stick compared to Rocky's chubby and muscular figure.

"Hah! Glad you know the drill now Drake. See you loser." Grabbing my money and pushing me aside towards the lockers, I began to resent and hate 'Bobby' the original's life was terrible no wonder he thought of himself as a loser.

Going into the restroom and facing the mirror, I observed the stranger's face that stared right back. Soft brown hair on top of a somewhat handsome face, and the most noticeable feature were the bright blue eyes that seemed to glow.

"Alright Bobby, I'm gonna turn your life around. Our new life starts today, no more bullying, its time to stand up and do whats right." Splashing some water on my face I walk out and go on with a new outlook.

As school ended I walked home, to start on exercise, but fate had other plans.

"Yo Drake!" I froze as soon as I heard that voice, 'You got this' I told myself, taking a deep breath I turn around to find Rocky with his two lackeys.

"Mrs. Sumbers gave me detention because someone reported to her about bullying." Rocky stood in front of me, my forehead reaching his chin. "Did you rat me out?"

"No no no, of course not." I quickly replied with a sweat ridden face, but secretly inside 'Of course I did you idiot.'

Apparently I was a terrible liar, because suddenly a right hook came out of nowhere launching me into the nearby alley.

"You'll pay for that detention, Drake!" Rocky and his goons started to wail on me punching and kicking me while I was in a fetal position on the ground. 'So much for a new life' I thought to myself bitterly.

'Damn these kids, just because they are bigger and stronger. They think they have the right to do this!' As I was getting beaten externally, I was beating myself up internally. 'I need to be stronger.'

Puthh*

Rocky spit at me after he is finished beating me up, "Don't forget Drake, I own you." As he turns to walk away, I weakly get up and get into a fighting stance. Reciting one of the most famous quotes,

"That all you got? I can do this all day."

Rocky looks back and sees me staggering and barely able to get my hands up. "Hahahaha! You know what Drake? If you wanna die then go ahead." Rocky turns to one of his goons, "You, beat him up some more."

He looked reluctant to fight a dying kid but the glare from big boy Rocky is more terrifying. Turning to me Goon #1 comes closer and whispers, "Sorry about this man, stay down." Then proceeds to rock my world with a hard punch to the face.

For a second I blacked out thinking what have I gotten myself into and catching a glimpse of something white, then I woke up to my head hitting the pavement. Blinking my swollen eyes open I look to see everything is a blur, figures moving in slow motion, garbled noises that sound like laughter.

Yet my body automatically starts to get back up, like I'm possessed by the Devil himself, it won't stay down. Moments pass and punches blur together as my body rises from the dead time and time again.

Rocky seems annoyed and angered that I haven't stayed down, while his goons look terrified and pissing their pants as an icy demonic visage starts to form behind my beaten form.

"RAHHH!!!" Rocky not noticing the visage charges in for the finishing blow when suddenly his whole body stops.

"WHAT?!??" Looking down he sees that his feet are frozen to the ground. Confused, he looks around to see his lackeys gone with a puddle where they were.

Looking towards me his eyes go wide as he finally sees the demon looking at him with hunger in its eyes. "AHHHHH-" a high pitched squeal was cut off by a crackle of ice.

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In a mansion, a bald man in a wheelchair suddenly opens his eyes, looking like he has seen something truly horrifying.

"Oh dear.." he whispered.