<Chapter one>
|𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠|

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"Stop moving, it'll only hurt more"

You were grabbing a stray cat by the neck. You grabbed you pocket knife and stabbed it repeatedly.

"I sincerely apologize for this, but I really need food." You didn't like killing innocent animals. Those sad look in their faces making you feel worse every time. But you have no choice.

You started taking off the fur, getting it ready to cook the cat. You started a small campfire in the alleyway holding the stray cat on a stick.

"Wouldn't you like some real food?"

You turned to see a tall man wearing a weird looking helmet with two horns.

"Doesn't anybody?" You stated.

"True. So, what's your name?"

"Nanya"

"Nanya...?" He waited for you to finish.

"Nanya business."

He stared at you obviously annoyed. He had heard this joke too many times...

"Real name." He ordered

"Jeffery Dahmer."

"You're lying again"

"You're no fun, I'm (Y/N) (L/N), and you?" She admitted asking a question in return.

"Baron Draxum" he replied sitting next to the girl.

"So Draxum, what is a man like you hanging out with a poor, homeless girl like me." She the girl asked.

She was confused on why he was sitting with her. Did he not see the dead animal she just killed?

"I have an offer."

"Hm. And what is it?"

"Before I give you this offer, where are your parents?"

"Dead. Dead as hell." You weren't fazed with this question. People would ask you this every time they saw you.

Draxum on the other hand saw this as an advantage.

"Age?"

"10"

Even better

"Then how about I take you with me?"

"I'm not stupid enough to follow a random stranger."

Smart

"Really? What about the offer?"

He know how kids are. The are always curious.

"...Fine. Lets hear it."

You sighed in defeat. This man wouldn't leave you alone no matter how hard you tried.

"I'll give you food and shelter, but in return you work for me."

This caught your attention. You thought about it for a moment. This man is offering you a home, and real food. But for all you know, this guy could be a serial killer.

"What is this job you want me to do?"

"Follow me, and I'll show you" he stood up offering you his hand. You thought about this once again, would you really going to follow this man willingly?

"Once I show you the job you can choose if you want to accept it or not."

"Let's say i didn't accept this offer, then what?" You interrogate him.

Would he kill you? Probably. This man looks like he's 7 feet tall, and you aren't going to be able to escape those giant arms. He could probably snap your neck in less then a second.

"Then you could go back to this poor filthy life. Never able to achieve things in your life. No purpose or future."

Not what you expected. But hey, what have you got to lose?

"Alright then, show me."

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A brick wall...

In the middle of a construction site...

"Is this the job? You want me to be a construction worker?"

"Of course not, I still have to open the portal"

"Portal!? What are you talking about old ma-" before you could finish he grabbed an object from behind him drawing a gaint M on the brick wall opening a magical doorway. Or how you would say it. A portal.

You stared at it with your eyes wide open. No way this was real.

"This is real?" You walked toward the portal looking down. It seems like you've been staring at it for a long time 'cuase you then felt someone pick you up and jump in.

You held on for dear life. If there is one thing you know, you hate heights. You shut your eyes feeling some tears flying.

Draxum noticed this. His chest tightened at this sight, so he held you closer. As the trip ended, he could feel his shoulder getting wet. You still had you eyes shut, tears flowing.

"it's over, you can let go now." He patted your back.

"Ah. My apologies."

"How do you go from formal to being some comedian?"

"... It's how I cope."

"Wha-"

"Where are we?" You interrupted him staring at the underground city.

"Mystic city" he replied. He motioned you to follow him, and you obeyed. You both walked around till you both encounter a big door.

Makes sense

"So, what's the job?" You asked once again. You were growing impatient.

I'm building this machine that would create mutants, just like it did years ago." He explained. Soon two tiny demonic creatures entered the chat.

"Hey there young lady, what are you doing here?" They asked

"Minding my own business, you should try it" you bluntly said.

"Ouch, feisty" you ignored them and turned to Draxum.

"So, explain the job" you demanded him

"You are to retrieve a special substance to me so that this machine will work. Once I have it, I will be able to turn anyone into a mutant."

"Hm. Sounds easy enough." You mumbled. You weren't the best at finding things, but you can try.

"Although."

Ah. There it is.

"I will have to train you. This substance is guarded by a mystic creature." He continued.

"So, in other words, what you're doing is illegal."

"Is it against the law to turn people into mutants?"

"...you right, you right." You forgot the police don't know anything about mutants. Or any human in that matter.

Except for you

"Once I finish training you, you will be one of my most powerful muta-"

"No."

Oh?

"I can do everything else. The training, looking for your precious liquid, ect. But I won't become a mutant"

"And why is that?"

"Can you control what they turn into?"

"Well, not exact-"

"There's your answer. Since you can't control it, there's no telling what I could become." She had a point there, and he knew that.

"Fine then."

"But I accept your offer."

The corner of his mouth quirked up. A child her age still can't sense lies. He is still planning on turning you into a mutant, only this time he will be able to control it.

"Then it's a deal." He stretched out his arm ready to connect with yours. You look around the place, then the two creatures giving you a nod. You place your arm in his sealing your deal.

"Deal."

꧁꧂

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳-𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴

☆𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘹𝘶𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥.(𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱)

☆𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 (𝘠/𝘕) 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵.