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Survival of a Loner MARVEL

My life had always been kind of shitty, but seriously, mutants wanting to "help "me and then brainwash me? Heroes, that only put villains inside cages only for them to escape? And multidimensional entities wanting my head? What did I even do?

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Chapter 48

On a sunny day, inside a police station, a policeman could be seen trying to do his "work" and eat donuts( just a joke), he had just gotten back from the bathroom, and just as he was about to sit down, a man got inside the police station.

But calling him a man was simply stupid, everything about him screamed either danger or coolness.

He built like a bodybuilder, plus his long hair tied in a ponytail and his cold obsidian-colored eyes, he could easily make it as a model.

But thanks to the policeman's years of experience, of seeing heroes and villains fight, alien invasions, mutants going crazy, he knew it, he felt it, Absolutely do not mess with him.

The man sees the policeman and starts approaching him.

The policeman moves his hand to his gun, scared for his life.

"*Gulp, H-how can I help you?" He says trying his hardest to not stutter but failing the task.

The man opens his mouth, and just for a second, I could see his teeth, sharp like razors looking more like a wolf's ones than one of a human.

"I am here to report the finding of a missing person."

"W-Who?"

" Jack Finch disappeared on the 12th of April."

He stopped looking at the man and searched for the name on the police files.

He found him, a kid who disappeared, thought dead, during the last alien attack, no family reported his disappearance, and only a girl named Jean asked some questions, none other, but from the files, he should have a dad? Where the fuck was he?

"Where is he?"

"Right in front of you"

The policeman looked at the photo of the file, then at me, at the photo, at me, you got it.

"... Can we run some tests to prove the periodicity of this statement?"

" Sure, but you might have some problems, I have been kidnapped by those aliens, and I don't know what they did do to me."

The policeman nodded, not being the first time something like this had happened.

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After running some tests, fingertips were canceled, teeth changed, and blood was no longer extractable due to almost impenetrable skin, the only way they to prove I was Jack Finch we're personal questions, which I answered, and after a ton of very personal questions, and questions about what had happened to me, to which I played the trauma card, I had regained my identity back.

Now, why am I doing this? Because I am fucking bored, school as much if dangerous place it might be, has boons through classes, books I might have not read, possible quests, and my lingering fear of death always at my back has also calmed down, I wasn't weak anymore, or at least not as weak as I was before.

Also by regaining my identity, I can finally end school and start making my own money.

As rich as Emma Frost was she wasn't the richest, neither am I, and I have around 10 million dollars obtained through quests and killing.

Also by obtaining an image, of a kid surviving an alien kidnapping, I would be protected in some ways, and the ways my image won't protect me are already covered by my paranoia.

Is someone finding out I wasn't kidnapped? I have deleted every single existing image, video, audio, or possible recording of my presence ever being somewhere, even if I was wearing my costume or had my face covered.

Questioning my sudden change? Alien experiments.

Asking what they had done to me? Trauma.

Trying to kidnap me? You can try, not sure about your survival though.

So yeah, I am going back to school because I am bored.

"Meow." (Tell the truth to yourself.)

Says Bastet while popping out of my hoodie.

'What? I am bored.'

"Meow." ( Continue)

'... and the only things not letting me go insane from loneliness are you and Gamer's mind.'

"Meow." ( Was it hard?)

' Yes, it is like saying you have weakness, and weakness disgusts me, so fuck you, Cathulhu therapist.'

"Meow~." ( You are welcome you fucking Virgin Loner.) It said with a smile.

I sighed and hoped that something would happen.

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In Midtown Highschool the day had started like any other until I arrived.

Someone had a dad in the police, and they were to hear of my sudden reappearance, and surprise, it took less than a day for the whole school to find it out.

Fortunately ai had changed so much that at the start no one recognized and I was able to arrive in class safely, everyone still searching for a depressed-looking scrawny kid.

Or so I thought.

" So you came back." A feminine voice asked from behind me.

" Surprised?" I asked without turning, already knowing who she is.

" Why shouldn't I? You have been doing so well all alone and broody and now you are here."

"...Would you believe it if I told you I was bored?"

"No." She said with a flat tone.

"Neither would I, seems like you are growing redhead, unfortunately, that's the truth."

" So you are telling me you are here just because? No secondary meaning, like I don't know, stealing everyone's femurs?"

"First, I'd steal their spine, more marrow I can use, and easier to extract, second, strangely no secondary end."

"So what now, you are simply going to come to school and be a normal student?" She asked with a sarcastic tone.

"Don't seem like a bad idea."

" I was joking."

" Do I look like I care?"

" No"

" Then I think it's time for you to go to your class."

And just after I finished the phrase, the bell began ringing.

When I saw Jean walking away a smile formed on my face.

'Let's see how this goes.'