Chapter 1: Living Lightning
Tristan knew he died, hell, nobody would survive falling from the roof of a sky scrapper unless the devil was your bitch. He died, through and through. But, somehow, he had his consciousness. He could feel his toes, his hands, a warm fluid flowing past his ear and pain on his chest. The pain, he knew immediately was due to a stabbing. His line of work had made him familiar with that kind of pain.
"What the fuck!" he heard somebody curse, finally making him open his eyes. First thing he noticed was that it was night time. The dark sky was clear and the stats twinkling in the sky was a clear indication. Next, he noticed he was in an alley, laying next to a trashcan. He looked at the direction he heard the cry emanate from and saw a skinny, malnourished man clutching his smoking right hand, whimpering in pain. The man's eyes bulged open in fear once he saw him looking at him.
"You...You died, man! You died!" the skinny man whimpered, curling into a ball. Tristan pushed himself up, noting he was having phantom pain in his chest which prompted him to look at it.
"Huh!" he exclaimed more in fascination than surprise. His brown t-shirt had a hole on his chest, right where his heart was supposed to be. His entire clothes and hands were blood soaked which meant he should have died of blood loss. But!
He rubbed the blood off the place where he was supposed to have been wounded. It was smoother than a baby's butt! There was not even and indication that he was stabbed. The weapon must have gone through right into his chest but everything was back to normal, as if he hadn't just been stabbed. So, he looked at the skinny man , the only one with answers at the moment.
"What happened here?" Tristan questioned him as he stood up.
"I saw them stab you, two shifty looking dudes. One was balding, ugly fat fucker. The other was blonde and handsome, porno kind of handsome. The blonde guy held you down as the fat fucker stabbed you, right through your chest. It was clean too, hardly ever saw someone killed so smoothly.
"After stabbing you, the blonde guy let you go and they legged it. I had witnessed everything and waited till you closed your eyes before deciding to go over and atleast get your wallet. That's when it happened." The skinny man looked up in the sky, his face morphed in disbelief.
"Clear skies! It is a clear sky!" he said hoarsely before looking at Tristan. "The sky was clear, not an inkling of a cloud to be seen. Yet, lightning struck you, smack dab on your chest. My hand was still in your pocket when it happened. That's when you woke up," the skinny man finished his story, looking a little less afraid. But he was still eyeing him warily.
Tristan looked at the sky with a frown as his other hand stroked his chest. Somehow, lightning had brought him back alive! That should not be possible. First off, that's not how lightning works. Second, he had died of jumping off a sky scrapper. No fucking way lightning would piece him together. Third, he wasn't stabbed and no shifty guys could coerce him into an alley let alone hold him down and stab him. He was the former Master Chief of the Alpha Seal team. Even if he had been weakening due to cancer, he shouldn't be that weak! So, that begs the question; what the fuck was happening here? He turned to look at the skinny man.
"How do I look?" he asked, almost jumping at him. This made the skinny man recoil backwards, whimpering in pain and fear.
"You don't look like someone that had been recently dead," the skinny man groaned.
"My age, mother fucker! How old do I look like?" Tristan was shouting at this point.
"You're a teenager," the skinny man sobbed.
Tristan was taken aback. Teenager! That should be impossible. He was a six four, grey eyed middle aged man, not a teenager! Something was very much wrong here.
"Where are we?" he asked the skinny man, gentler this time.
"New York, Hells Kitchen,"
"Tell me the date and if something significant has happened," he told the man.
"Well, uhm," the skinny man thought for a little while. "Well, Tong Stark was kidnapped, that's pretty big news. Apparently some big shot scientists are going to space. Oh! There's rumors going around about a guy calling himself Dare Devil, he apparently has it out for Kingpin and his men. I can't think of anything else noteworthy."
Tristan received the news with shock. He knew of Tony Stark, not many people in his previous Earth didn't. Robert Downey Jr had gone famous and rich because of playing him. Billionaire, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark was a famous genius in the Marvel universe. Only reason he even knows this was because his former squad mayes sent him comics upon comics from both Marvel and DC studios to elevate his boredom. In order not to waste their money, he had read them all and inadvertently became hooked to the content.
"The big shot scientists must the the future Fantastic Four! Dare Devil! This really is Marvel Universe!" he said to himself, unable to even compute how he had seemingly come into a fictional universe! Just then, his mind blacked as his consciousness arrived in a white space where he saw a lightning bolt floating before him.
"What's going on?" he asked out loud but no answer came to him. Instead, he felt a lull coming from the bolt, making him feel like he should touch it. The more he tried to refuse the calling the more it became stronger till, like a crack addict getting a whiff of cocaine, he just lurched at it. As soon as he touched it, he felt like his consciousness had exploded.
"I BESTOW UPON YOU THE LIVING LIGHTNING. WITH THIS FORM, YOU BE BLESS WITH THE WISDOM OF SOLOMON, THE STRENGTH OF HERCULES, THE STAMINA OF ATLAS, THE POWER OF ZEUS, THE COURAGE OF ACHILLES AND THE SPEED OF MERCURY. I DECLARE YOU NO MORTAL!"
A voice boomed, rocking his soul as an earth shattering change occured in his body. Gone was the drug riddled body, gone was the weakness that plagued him. Gone was his pure human based intelligence. He was reforged by the living lightning into something new. Something better!
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In upstate New York, Professor Charles Xavier was in his office going through his school's monthly expenditure when he saw the notification from cerebro. Cerebro was a machine created by him, his friends Eric and Hank, to amplify his telepathic powers and detect new mutants awakening. It was the only thing his friend didn't destroy when they had a fallen out due to their beliefs.
"This isn't good," he said as he touched his left side temple with his middle and pointing finger, activating his telepathy. He connected to four minds; Wolverine, Hank, Storm and Jean, telling them to meet him at Cerebro. He then asked a student, Nightcrawler, to teleport to his office and take him to Cerebro post haste. He had not even finished deactivating his power when he heard a puff and there was the German, blue skinned teleporting kid.
"I see you have been practicing hard, my boy," he said, a soft smile on his face.
"I have not been slacking, professor," Nightcrawler answered.
"You English is improving too, bravo," Xavier praised the teenage boy, making him blush hard. "But for now, I just need you to teleport me to Cerebro."
"Right away, professor," Nightcrawler said, got hold of the professor and with a puff, they were in front of the Cerebro vault like doors.
"Good precision, boy. Guess my lessons are working," Wolverine spoke up, making the boy jump up with fright. "We'll work on your reflexes next. Dismissed." The poor boy did not need to be told twice, he immediately teleported away.
"You could be nicer!" Storm chided her colleague who just shrugged.
"Why did you call for us, Charles?" Dr Hank asked him. His towering frame and beast like features would put off any body that didn't know he was a pacifist.
"I got a notification from Cerebro, a mutant is awekening his power and its huge," Professor Xavier answered before putting his palm on the print scanner. A second later, the vault doors hissed open and they were all greeted by the Cerebro's flashing light and wailing alarms.
"Chuck, what's happening?" Wolverine asked, alert.
"This is bigger than I thought!" Professor Xavier.
"We need to locate this mutant before its too late," Beast prompted his friend who shook his head.
"With the power coming from the mutant, if I tried to hook into Cerebro, my mind will fry! Our only chance is to wait till all the commotion is down," Charles answered, stunning everyone.
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