A.N.: Okay a few shot outs to those i owe it to
iamhollywood: Thanks for the vote of starting the story from the begining, just some like it from half way through a story with occasionaly flashbacks. Sorry, i forgotto mention the age difference; lets just say that in this storyRahne is seventeen then and everyone else is just like the shows. Glad you like Kale
Mareo and Anime: Alright, i'm going already, just chill please
Agent-G: Okay, I knew i was going to need to explain some things. Oooookay, here we go. 1) since i fogot about ages, could we just say that Rahne is seventeen in this story, but everyone else stays the same, okay?. 2) I don't know where to find comic background, but help is always appriciated. 3) The scene Kale mentions with Amara was when she was piss drunk and everybody changes when their pis drunk.
Okay, now with the story, we go:
Prologue: The Irish Dragon
The bar was dimly lit were Kale sat and the noise of the bar was just reaching it maximum. Kale Nority was a seventeen years old and although he shouldn't legally be in a bar drinking, the bartender owed Kale a great deal.
At first glance, Kale appeared to be more like twenty than seventeen. His face was shadowed by a thin coarse beard, which hid his jaw line and cheek bones. Kale's hair was black with an inch of red tipping, almost looking like a wave. Sunglasses covered his eyes even in the poorly lit room, but Kale could have described everyone in the room with an artist's precision.
If his facial features didn't make him seem older, then his body didn't help him seem younger. His arms were ripped; bulging muscles made definitions that ran up and down his forearms and biceps, making him seem like a world wrestler. He wasn't shy about hiding them, wearing a sleeveless shirt that was close to being stretched arcos his chest but did stretch when ever he inhaled. Scars of past fights ran clear and red along his arms and neck showing he was no stranger to violence. On his right arm, crested on his shoulder, was a tattoo; a long Chinese dragon around a genetic signature
His legs, although hidden by long black pant, were just as defined, if not more. His feet were covered in combat boots, which looked like they were worn down to the near bone. Kale was leaning back on a chair at the bar; his leather coat draped over the back of the chair was starting to collect at the base of the chair.
Kale looked absolutely bored out his mind and completely sober; despite there being at least fifteen beer glasses and at least twenty beer bottles in front of him. Kale lazily raised his arm and waved the bartender over, who complied with a chuckle.
"Now young Kale, your going to drink me out of a bar one of these days." His firm but kind voice was getting old in his age, his breath thick with cigar smoke.
Kale snorted. "Yeah, right, when the water around here begins to taste like beer, maybe I'll just quite, Jarrod." His deep voice had a heavy Irish accent, making him seem older yet.
Kale and Jarrod had very odd relationship; Jarrod gave him free food and drinks and Kale made sure that his daughter was safe during the day.
"So that's what this stuff tastes like to you, huh? Is that because of your 'condition'?" He curiously asked, leaning forward on the banner while refilling the glass.
Kale grimaced; he had hidden a lot of his identity to the small town he lived in, only really making two or three friends. It was hard to trust after all that had happened in his life; the betrayals, the killings, the horrible morbid truth that shattered him once and brought here two years.
Kale closed his easy as brief flashes of his past surfaced, of who he had been two years ago.
Kale was fighting against a huge squad of soldiers, visible winning. He used anything around him to beat the people down, making sure they stayed down permanently.
He grabs two men and snaps their necks. He then spins around and smashes his heel into another mans temple, sending him flying across a room.
Someone is fighting alongside him, flowing with his moves like they rehearsed them. They were all but blood brothers; both mutants, one adopted into Kale's family and the offer only accepted by the other.
Kale violently shook his head, shoving the memories as far back into his mind as he could. Kale sighed deeply; he hadn't told any in the community that he was a mutant, even though he had displayed enough skill to give it away.
Kale's family had been killed when he was six years old, just a year after his friend had been adopted in his family. They both had been born with their powers, making them close friends as it was. They were kidnapped from the orphanage and put in a military/laboratory factor of the army with other kids. Kale eventually escaped setting several of the mutants free, but lost track of his brother when he was blast off of a cliff face.
Kale was so wrapped up in his thoughts, that he didn't pay attention to control some of the telltale. One of the worst parts of his mutations was his eyes, the retina was crimson red. And when ever he experienced an emotion, they would glow depending on the level of the emotion and now his eyes were burning bright red, bright enough to eliminate all the glasses in front of him.
The glow was reflect back all over the bar, making every single drinker look at him. Kale shook his head and the light disappeared. With a snarl, he downed the beer in one sitting, not spilling one drop. He then noticed the way that everyone was staring at him with looks of outrage and horror.
"Hey Nority, ye one of those mutie freaks?!" A heavy set drinker asked him.
Kale's gaze hardened even further and he retched up and took off his glasses, crushing them easily in one hand to dust. His eyes were still slightly glowing and enhancing his vision even further than what it normally was; he gave a slowly nod.
"Do ya have any idea what we do ta freaks like ye?" Another man asked, flexing his muscle.
Kale walked into the centre of the room and stopped. Slowly his body took boxers fighting stance, his legs spacing out.
"Try me, fatso." Kale said his voice deep with anger because he did indeed know.
Nobody moved for what seemed like forever, the lights flickering above Kale as he waited in his stance. Suddenly someone swung at him with a pool cue. Kale back flipped almost five feet onto the man's shoulders and hammered him on the crown of his head, knocking him out one time.
Two more guys charged him, throwing punches left, right and centre. Kale easily blocked and weaved their punches, as though he was playing with a child; his face was absolute fury. Kale suddenly whirled around and smashed the side of his foot into both men's faces, knocking them back into the crowds.
A man suddenly held a pool cue against his throat, catching him off guard. Two guy tried to rush him from the front but Kale kicked both of them in the gut. Slowly the lack of oxygen was getting to him as the room began to red and Kale finally unleashed his main mutation.
Like a film of water rushing of his skin, a wave of green slowly passed over him, coating him completely in scales. His hands slowly grabbed the cue stick and stuck his claws into the wood. Everybody gasped at the extensiveness of his mutation; they knew some mutants were bad off but this was probably the most extensive.
Throwing his head back, Kale let out an earthshaking roar and then his face slowly transformed. His jaw stretched forward and his nose melted in his face; it slowly became extremely lizard like. His hair became long and gangly, with streaks of red instead of just tips; with another roar, a long green tail shot out from his pants. His mouth hade several fierce looking fangs sticking out.
Kale easily snapped the pool cue and thrust his leg backwards into the man's gut, sending him flying into the wall. Kale leaped into the air, spinning around in the air and kicked two more people.
Jarrod had stayed behind the bar and watched because he knew what was going to happen. He had seen Kale transform before and accepted his mutation wholly. He now watched as Kale became a green tornado, punching and kicking with such precision and skill that it made his head spin.
Suddenly everyone stopped, because Kale held a man behind his back, his hand wrapped around his throat. Kale looked around and smiled evilly, making the drunkards shake a little.
"Quick count," Kale said his lizard like mouth literally smoking and a red glow started to emit from his mouth. "Who needs light to see?"
Lifting his head to the ceiling, a bolt of bright red energy blasted from Kale's mouth, shorting all the lights around.
Jarrod could only listen as the shouts of surprise went to screams of fear and pain to absolute silence. For a few moments he only heard his own breathing, coming in short ragged breaths. Slowly a pair of glowing red eyes appeared a few feet from him.
"Hey Jarrod, you okay man?" Kale asked his voice very deep in his transformed state.
"Yeah, I'm' okay, Kale. What did you do?" He asked trying to feel his way around.
Suddenly a ball of flame appeared hovering in midair, a green clawed hand holding up without touching it. The fire illuminated the entire room, showing all the fallen drunks around Kale. He looked extremely pissed off but also very upset.
"I shorted the light, creating a black out. Too easy really." He walked over and put on his leather coat, the hems hovering just below his knees. "I guess I can't come anymore, huh?"
"What are you talking about your always welcome here…but I think I would be wise if you lay low for a little while." Jarrod said, walking up to the teenager and clasping him the shoulder.
His dragon state didn't change his height or another portion of his body; he was just as strong and just as fast in or out of his dragonish appearance. Slowly his scales sucked back into his skin and his head reshaped so it his human form again.
His gaze flicked to the fire he was holding and with a quick shake of his wrist the lights came back on, even a little bit bright.
"I'll be seeing you." Kale said as he made his way to the exit. Little did he know this would be the last time he ever walk into the bar again.
Well, not quiet what you might be expecting but, hey, creativity leads you, you don't lead it. Anyway the same drill: READ AND REVIEW PLEASE