Marvel

Outkasts

The dark figure watched, flying up high above the city. He watched, and waited. The boy had already been chosen as the one of the sacrifice. All they needed now was the proper time and place to weave his destiny among others. Then, and only then, will the feast of souls begin. . .

The two walked, side by side. The woman holding a child. The man, a famous businessman, a mutant, with extraordinary powers of telepathy. His wife, a middle aged woman, like himself, with the power to teleport anything she can see to anywhere she has been. Their older children, one daughter; blind, and one son, walked on either side of them. Their youngest, Corey, lay within the arms of his mother. The family walked towards the opera building, for tonight was a special night. Roberto, the father, had just negotiated a huge corporate change in his company. Elice, his wife, had suggested that they all go out for celebration.
Suddenly, there was a cry for help from one of the alley ways. Elice, a heart more pure than the clearest spring, strode forth to investigate. hearing a gunshot from the alley, Roberto took his other two children, Nikoletta and Luise, and told them to stay put.
Elice and Roberto stood in the alley as they watched a young boy holding some sort of electronic device in his hands, getting beaten and kicked by two police officers. One had pulled a gun out and shot him in the leg.
"Hey! Stop that! Stop!" cried Elice, fearing for the child's safety. One of the police officers turned toward the couple and stared for a few seconds befores sneering.
"It's that proud-to-be-mutant son-of-a-bitch! Well, just 'cause you have some fame on your head, don't mean you are any better than us humans! Die you freak bastard!" cried one of the police officers, pulling his gun out and firing at the two. Roberto cried out in pain and doubled over as blood began spurting from his chest. Elice screamed and looked down at the bundle in her arms.
"Please, be safe my son. I wish you didn't have to grow up in a world where you are hated, but remember never to hate in return." said Elice, as the officer leveled his gun toward her. "Teleportation!" said Elice as the trigger was pulled. The boy and Corey were gone in less than a second, which was all it took for the bullet to fly straight into the forehead of his mother.

Corey sat on top of the school office building. It had been more than fourteen years since he had come to this school, and now, he was finally enrolled as a student. Old enough to go on to high school. He watched as the other students came, as he had for the past five years. He saw a few of them glance up, and see nothing, but most of them kept their eyes either on their friends or on the ground. Suddenly, his eyes fell upon someone in particular. A girl. She had brown hair, lighter than his own. From this distance, she looked Latin, and her eyes. . .were unable to be seen from this distance. But her face. It shone with such hapiness and pleasure. He could hear her thoughts racing.
Leaping from the building, Corey kept up his mental illusions upon himself to stop any of the students from seeing his use of powers, or seeing him there at all. Utilizing his telekinetic powers, Corey levitated himself to the ground, safely.
Corey began to walk toward the girl, when suddenly, a cold hand grabbed his arm. Crying out in alarm, Corey looked to see the person who was able to break through his illusion.
"Hey Corey! What's the matter? You aren't usually this jumpy. And what are you doing? You never stay out this late! We both are needed at the orientation walkthrough! Now let's go, or else we'll be late!" said Lanus, Corey's longest known friend. Breathing a sigh of relief, Corey began to follow Lanus to the auditorium, where the freshman were located.
Corey had known Lanus for eight years. He had been a mutant, at first, with extraordinary powers. He was able to create and dispell matter at will. But something terrible had happened. The legacy virus, the mutant plague, had found it's way to L.A. It took Lanus' family, himself and his mother. His step-father, being human, was spared, but was forced to cryogenically freeze his wife, and did many experiments on Lanus, before finally replacing much of the boy's body parts for cybernetic enhancements. Corey, however, had been with Lanus every day of the plague. Yet the boy had never even once caught the legacy virus.
Lanus' step-father, Dr. Sitchez, had studied the activity between the two. Corey had been by Lanus' bed, constantly showing up, when Lanus needed it most. Finally, when Lanus died, before Dr. Sitchez had beegun replacing body parts, Corey's power shone through. He psionically linked with Lanus, keeping his mind alive, while the Dr. replaced the body parts. Dr. Sitchez reprogrammed Lanus to be all that he could become. He became a mutant bounty hunter. He would find and discover other mutants, and fetch them for the doctor.
However, the doctor had viewed Corey's activity with interest. He watched the boy, and monitored his activity. He would find why the boy had not contracted the fatal virus, and would thus be able to rescue his dying wife.


   Corey looked around at the faces in the crowd. Each one of the kids were sacred to him, and each one was different. However, each one also rammed against his psionic defenses. So many people in the same room, all their thoughts uncontrolled, unbound, it nearly gave Corey a headache. Standing still for a moment, closing his eyes, Corey took deep breathes and soon the feeling in his head was gone. His psychic training had saved him a major migrain. Soon, the crowd shrank to a mere whisper. The speakers had gone on, and the principal was waiting for quiet. After a while, it was Corey's turn to speak. He stood in front of the other kids. Some were mutants, but most weren't. It didn't matter though, this was LA, and there were already too many weirdos around for people to be able to descriminate the mutant population.
"Greetings, fellow students. My name is Corey, and I will be your class representative for this school year. I hope we all get to know each other, and that you will feel no malice nor anger towards any of the other students. Also, if you need any advice, help, or any other school-ralated information, you can just talk to me. After the auditorium presentation is over, I have a quick tour around the school, to help you cope for the first day of class." Corey stepped away from the center of the auditorium, and the kids began talking amongst themselves.
Soon, Corey and a large group begins walking around campus. Corey recognizes one as being the girl he had seen earlier, and the rest are just assorted kids. After a quick mental probe, Corey discovers that the girl can manipulate wind, but is still to young for control. She can fly, for an indefinate amount of time. Her name is Andrea. The girl next to her, is another mutant. Morgan, is her name. Her power is the manipulation of physics and motion. Her power is also at a low level though, and all she can do currently is animate objects. Behind her, is a girl name Synista. She isn't a mutant, just a normal human, though normal would probably be the under-statement of the century. Synista is a witch, and not the new-age-y, "Bless the Earth" types either. Synista had ancient texts of incredible power, and currently has the capability to put to sleep people equal to her skill or below, and heal minor wounds of her own, or another person. She is also researching the power to levitate brooms. A bit farther from the group, brooding over the fact he was sent to America from Japan, is Mateyo; A Japanese police agent person, who was sent to America because of his age, but after improving his fighting skills, would be allowed back to the police accademy. There were also two others in the back, Andros and Brad. Brad had the power to create sub-zero temperatures in a confined area, and Andros was able to control water. The two together made a startlingly efficient team. And last, but not least, Lanus followed along.
   After what seemed like an hour of describing the facilities at the school, Corey told the others that he would see them later at school, and if they wanted to hang later, then they could. Corey walked through the school, past the premises, and walked over to his dorm. There, he opened his door and stayed inside. Sighing to himself, Corey lay down on his matress on the ground and quickly fell asleep. For tomorrow, he'd need it!