Disclaimer: I do not own any character from X-Men Evolution, or any other Marvel character. Mayhem (Vincent Freeman) is my own character as are any of the other new characters unless I say otherwise.
This is my first FanFic so please be nice, but I do appreciate any constructive advice you have.
This takes place one week after season 4 of X-Men: Evolution
ENTER MAYHEM
CHAPTER 1: The Day of Days pt.1
Life is a strange thing, just when you think you got some order in your life, just when you think you finally have things going for you, that's seems to be the point when your whole life gets turned over. Today was definitely THAT kind of day.
A young man woke up in the dead of night in a small dark bedroom, he was breathing hard, a little sweat on his body, and a pounding heart hammering in his ears. 'Damn, not again.' He thought to himself as he fall back onto his bead. He looked over to the clock to see the time.
3:32 AM.
'…Damn…stupid nightmares.' He slowly got off his bead. It had been three months and twenty days, since one of his nightmares had returned to him, he usually only got them about once a month or so. So when he went over three months without one, he had thought maybe for one in his life he was finally over them.
'Right. Over them, stupid me.' He figured.
He walked over to the small bathroom next to the room, the young man didn't bother with turning on the lights, he knew where everything was. That and having a photographic memory helps you to remember where you put everything the night before also really helps. A memory like his can really be helpful, but other times can be a curse.
It wasn't a far walk, since it was a pretty small room and the bathroom is not that much bigger. When he got in he turned on the light and looked in the mirror. "Gees," The dark haired youth said to himself. To put things plainly, he had looked better, of course he knew he had also looked a lot worse.
In the mirror he saw his short cropped black hair was all messed up, you could barley make out his light blue eyes because they where so red. He also had some stubble on his face, but not much since he was only seventeen and his facial hair took some time to grow in.
He turned on the water in the sink and then started to splash some water on his face, and tried to force the memory of the nightmare away. He always have to force them away, it's not like he can forget them no matter HOW hard he tried. So after years he managed to compartmentalize his mind, he just pictured a box in his head and forced the memories into it, it didn't always work and it took a few tries sometimes as well.
That would be part of the 'curse' thing about that memory of his. He could remember the good and the bad just as well. How well, let me put it to you this way, most people's memories would be like those old black and white silent movies, while his is like full surround sound, 3-D, cinemax type of movie.
After he finished the move on back to his nice comfy bed, and laid down. He stared up at the ceiling wondering why he had one of the few reoccurring nightmares. He also had this feeling of dread. You know the kind that you get when you know something REALLY wrong will happen.
'Vincent, you are just being paranoid again.' He told himself, but as he got back to sleep that feeling is not going away. Sufficed to say the rest of the night didn't go that well for Vince.
-In the morning-
The next morning Vince got up, and cleaned himself up. He went to the kitchen to start helping with breakfast. As he looked around, it was still 6:55 and the kids would still be asleep, as is everyone else, so Vincent decided to get an early start and started to move. Not just move, but move at a speed faster then any human could move. Yup that's right he was a mutant and super-speed is one of his powers. Yup you heard me 'one of' as in more than one, but I'll get to the others later and at the moment he only needed his speed right now. Plus it wasn't true super speed, it might be more accurate to say a 'speed boost' instead. Since he could only move super fast for small amounts of time.
When he tried to go for too long at super speed he got so tired that he was sluggish after it. Like going for a killer workout, and he felt drained for hours after it.
As he was just about done, when a loud voice called out to him, "VINCENT J. FREEMAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Vince stopped dead cold. He knew that voice, and also knew that when that man used the full name of one of the kids under his care then they were in trouble. "Well young man?"
Vince turned around and saw a priest with a stern look on his face. Father Michaels the priest who was in charge of St. Peter's Orphanage in Toronto. It was where Vincent Freeman lived since he had been seven years old. He was an orphan boy in Canada but he was also secretly a mutant with the exception of two people.
"Well since it's so early I thought I get a little head start on breakfast for the kids" He told him with his head looking at the floor, he could never look him in the eyes when he was mad, since Vincent had nothing but respect for this man that had took him in and raised him.
Father Michaels just looks at him for a few seconds then signs, while shaking his head. Now he changes into that caring voice he has that just grabs your heart. "Vincent, you know I don't have a problem with your powers, but lately you've gotten a little reckless, and if someone where to see you do that, than I fear what would happen you. Especially after that whole Apocalypse business last week"
Father Michaels is one of two people who he trusted with all his secrets including that he's a mutant. "I know but.…" He was then cut off as several children at the orphanage come running in.
"What happened! What did you do now! What's going on? Is breakfast ready?" Several of them say at once.
Vincent looked over at Father Michaels; he gives him a look that says 'We will take about this later..…in DEPTH' kind of look.
'Oh yeah, this is going to be a good day…..NOT!' He thought to himself as gets the kids their breakfast and put it on the table. "All right you little gremlins eat up." He says with some humor in his voice.
"Thanks Big Brother" they say in unison.
Big Brother is the nickname that the kids gave him because he was the oldest there and that he looked out for them. He started to eat too but before he could take his first bite, he heard, "Mr. Freeman, please stop by my room when your done" the kids at the table all start going "uh oh someone's in trouble" even the ones that still have food in their mouths.
However all he can think at the moment is 'Ah crap, I'm sooooo gonna get it' as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off the impending headache.
-Later-
After breakfast and a loooong talk with Father Michaels, he finished his chores and headed out to his Sensei's and then to meet his friends after that. Luckily it was summer and there was no school yet so he had the day to himself to enjoy.
Unfortunately it also meant that all the jerks that would usually be in school were out too, but he wasn't really too worried about that. After a few years, they knew not to mess with Vincent or the kids, and his friends. Let's just say over the years he had gained a bit of a reputation of kicking the crap out of bullies and leave it at that. Also, this may be Canada, but even in a city like Toronto, there are still areas that aren't exactly 'friendly' and this being one of those areas was no exception.
Vince headed on down the street to an apartment building and used the spare key to get in, but he still knocked first before going in just to be courteous. Once inside he saw the familiar sights, there was the large open space with a mat that was used for training, the doors that led to the kitchen, bedroom, and a bathroom. Across the mat sat an elderly Japanese man, sitting in a lotus position. Vince knew that he'd been waiting for him; they always have early training in the summer after all.
He looks up at the young man, and smiled. Your late Vincent-chan" The teen slightly winch at the use of 'chan' at the end of his name. His sensei really hated lateness in his students and with that suffix added to the name, Vince knew he was REALLY going to get major training because of it.
Vince bowed low and after he straighten up he replied. "Forgive my lateness Sensei, but I had a….'chat' with Father Michaels". He got up and came to face the youth, not easy since he's only 5'6 and the teenager at least 5'11 and still growing out a bit, but somehow he could still make the taller student feel small.
"You used your powers again didn't you." It wasn't a question, and he was of course the other person that knew Vincent's secret.
"Hai"
"Well then since Michaels-sama has given you a verbal beating, I believe it falls to me to give you a physical one" He had that glint in his eye that makes any student of his really wished that they were dead right now.
'Oh yeah this is going to be a very long day.' He thinks to himself before they begin.
After two hours of training, his teacher decided that had been enough for the day. Vincent was getting ready to leave when he stopped him. "Before you go I have something you should know. I am proud of your progress, you have only been training with me for ten years now, and you have come much farther than any other fighter I have known, you have a unique ability for the Martial Arts, and I am honored that you are my student."
Vince took a step back, he did not see this coming. After the sock wore off, he quickly snapped to attention "The honor is mine Sensei I have learned much from you."
"True but we are nearing the end of the road young one, I have not much left that I can teach you, and soon I will no longer be your Sensei."
Vince just stood there with his mouth open. "But Sensei…"
"ENOUGH! You know that every student must one day become his own master, to find his own destiny. You are nearing that time. Now go Vincent-san, I believe you are keeping you friends waiting" He gently took his arm and led him out the door.
After the door closed Vince just stood there. 'I can't believe that Sensei said that. I mean I knew that one day he wouldn't be my teacher anymore, but…so soon' He walked down the stairs feeling very depressed.
Well that's part one, and I know what you're thinking, "Where are the X-Men?" I'm getting to it, you'll see them at the end of chap.2 and they'll be there the rest of the way, trust me, I had to set some things up first in the story.