a bald old man
John was moving around the city for a while, until he noticed that time was slowly starting to speed up.
He quickly rushed back towards his home(apartment), and on the way saw a beaten up streetsign... John being a smart kid who liked to break stuff got an idea.
Stopping next to the streetsign whilst still in slowmotion, he held out his hands and touched the sign post with both hands, one on top from the left and the other on the bottom from the right, then he removed the Speed Shield from his palms and put some force on his palms...
To say that the result was satisfactory would be an understatement, the sign post was first bent corresponding to where his palms were placed and then it was torn to shreds at hyper speeds.
Realizing that supersonic shards of metal would cause A LOT of trouble, he quickly brought back his Speed Shield and stopped the metal shards.
His time was running low, thus without anymore distractions he rushed back home.
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John could barely sleep that night, so he decided to check his computer just in case. after opening the PC case he looked at the motherboard, and felt as if his head was going to explode.
Weird information rushed to his head, thoughts of million possibilities of what could be possibly made from all the small parts the motherboard had on it. having a hard time keeping his head from exploding, John moved his eyes to the GPU, which bombarded his head with billion more thoughts, almost causing his head to explode, that was until time seemed to slow down once more.
The billions of thoughts were put in order moments later, his mind collecting and analyzing all of them at hyperspeeds.
John "what's happening to me?! I already had superspeed, now what? Is this some type of Technopathy or Technomancy? but how?"
John "don't tell me Prof. Charles Xavier's theory about the X gene was right, and the lighting bolt not only gave me superspeed but also supercharged my X gene to awaken?!" his thoughts were going crazy and theory after theory was coming and going in his mind... and most of it was correct. The SpeedForce lighting that struck Johnathan, *super charged* his X gene which would've granted him minor technomancy/technopathy but The Speed Force boosted it's capabilities to work with eachother better.
John "does that mean I am one of those Mutants the professor was talking about in his books... but no, my powers technically came from the lightning bolt... atleast that's what I think... so my powers are more Metaphysical that mutant... like a Meta Human... you know, I kinda like the sound of meta-human more that *mutant*, mutants sounds like I have some sort of a cancer, and it'll probably make anyone mutant or normal slightly afraid of having such a title or being near someone with such a name... but Meta-Human, that's like saying Wizard or Super human!"
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Meanwhile in a mansion a bald man was sitting in his wheelchair with a dome like helmet on his head. the bald man had his eyes closed and was putting all his strength to focus on something that only he could feel.
?? "Gah! Its impossible to read their thoughts, no matter how hard I try I can only get a few letters and nothing more," the bald man made an exasperated sound and opened his eyes.
?? "what is it professor? is it another psychic? did they have some type of a mental barrier that even Cerebro couldn't break through?" asked a girl from behind the bald man, who had fiery red hair.
?? "no Jean, nothing like that... it's just, their thoughts were so sporadic and fast that I couldn't make out anything from them." the so called professor answered the now named Jean.
Jean "So... a speedster or someone with enhanced thought speed and mental capabilities?"
?? "ugh, I hate speedsters!" came a gruff voice from their right, from a short man with a rugged body wearing a sleeveless shirt and torn jeens, with muttonchops and weird animal ear like hairdo.
?? "doesn't matter what their abilities are, what's important is to get to them before Erik does and make sure they are safe."
?? "Got it Chuck, I'll get the bird ready." came the gruff voice once more.
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John "DAAAMN, this is so cool! I can't sleep but who cares about sleeping when you can make sci-fi gadgets with trash!"
Lilly "Stop yelling and go to bed Johnathan! your father is working!" came his mothers yell from the bedroom door.
John "oops..., SORRY! I'll just stay quiet and make some stuff, or else I might get a whooping,"
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*3 hours later*
John 'Finally I have finished my first gadget, I shall call it... i- a- uhm... Spy! spy? SPY. yes I shall call it Spy, as in Super Pface Ychanger. It'll allow me to change how my face and hair color look.~' John was working for multiple hours on a single gadget that he made from all the trash and broken items he had in his room, it looked like a small earpiece that would project a hologram on his face and hair, making his face and hair change into anything he wanted, or he could put it into full incognito mode, that would constantly change the face, making it look like some type of hazy human silhouette
*Ding*
Lilly "oh for god's sake, who would be coming here at 3 in the morning- oh hello there, how can I help you?"
suddenly the doorbell rang and the already annoyed Lilly went to check who was messing with them at 3am. when she suddenly switched gears and invited the uninvited guests into the living room.
John as he was so rudely interrupted in his evil scientist roleplay, decided to check out to see who would dare to enter his domain uninvited at this hour!
walking into his livingroom, John saw a bald man in a wheelchair, a teenage girl his age with fiery red hair and green eyes and a ruff looking man with a terrible sense of fashion... granted they *were in* New York... so seeing these types of people was not something new.
John seeing the bald man, suddenly -accidentally- entered super speed , trying to remember where he had seen him before. before the guests could even turn around to look at the newcomer, John had already slowed down his speed after noticing that he sped up, and remembered who he was looking at... the man who oh so rudely entered his domain was the one and only Professor Charles Xavier, who's theory and papers he was recently -just 3 hours ago- analyzing and referencing.
***
Finally everyone gathered together at the table and Charles started introducing himself and his companions Jean and Logan to the family of the newly awakened mutant.
John "Professor Xavier, I have read your papers and have to say, I was a fan" John started off right after everyone was introduced.
Charles "Oh my, well that makes this easier- wait... you were a fan, so you are no longer a fan?"
John "Yes Professor, that is because of what you call the *mutants* and how you describe them in your papers ---" after a quick explanation of why the term Mutant was a terrible thing to call them and Meta-human being the better and friendlier term... and so on, Charles was stomped... he couldn't retaliate to the kid. finally when the kid was done speaking Charles decided to speak about the current predicament instead of getting sidetracked once again.
Charles "young Johnathan, you might have noticed that you have changed... gained some sort of abilities, mutated so to say. I have a school for kids such as you, mutants *cough* or meta-humans as you call them, where they can be kept safe and around others with similar powers, so I would like to invite-"
John "- No thanks."
Charles "but I haven't yet-"
John "-nah"
Charles "I-"
John "-nope"
Charles "you-"
John "-nay"
Charles "youwouldbesaferwithusandnotputtingyourfamilyindanger" Charles finally managed to get out his thoughts... but
John "-hmm... no thanks."
Charles "but.. but, I, we-" then came a laugh that sounded like someone was grating glass on a cheese grinder.
Logan "Hahaha~, leave it Chuck, the kid doesn't want it so don't force it." it was Logan, who put a business card on the table and stood up, followed only by Jean because the bald man physically couldn't stand up."Here's our number, if you need a place to stay or *you know(he motioned to his family), call us. now if you'll excuse us." and then they left as quietly as they came... like a fart.
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