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“Wolverine! Pull back!” Morph shouted, pushing their best friend out of the way. In a second, a hole was blown through their chest. A mix of blood, organs, and the strange white liquid that made up their body blasted in front of their own eyes as a bright red light shot through them. The feeling of their torso being torn open was excruciatingly painful. I can close it, their thoughts focused on the chasm, I can close it, I can control my body. It’s the one thing I can do. They fell to the ground and could feel the breeze run across their tattered lungs and shattered ribs. I can do this, I am an X-Man . The hole began to close as they forced it to, but it wasn’t enough. They were losing blood, and fast. They just needed to focus and stay conscious, the team would come back for them, they had to. “..Logan..” their raspy voice called out as they watched their friend dodge sentinel blasts and run off. At least he’s safe . With one final burst of energy, they tried to close the wound one more time, but darkness overtook their vision, their mind went blank, and their body fell limp.
The next thing they knew, they were being carried to a ship. They weren’t sure who was carrying them, or why the Blackbird looked so odd, but it was reassuring knowing that they were going home, or so they thought.
They awoke, strapped to a table. A strange man clad in black stood over them with a bloody scalpel in his hand. “Hello, child. Who might you be?”
They looked at the man, there was something off about him. His skin was too white, like their natural form, but far more inorganic, and his eyes were a terrible shade of red, and his teeth were as sharp as a wolf's. Morph’s heart raced at the sight. They tried to move, to run, to fight, to do something, anything, but they were trapped. Their arms and legs were bound and their chest was oh so sore.
“Don’t be afraid. I saved you from your terrible fate. You had quite the wound, but you needn’t worry now. I closed it up for you. It seems as though the group of people you were with have abandoned you, luckily, I was there.” The man started to undo the straps around their limbs. “The people who know me best refer to me as Mister Sinister.”
“That’s an evil ass name.” Morph joked, humor was the one thing they could always fall back on, even in uncertain circumstances.
“Oh, it's just a silly nickname I got a few years back. Some believe my methods are a fair bit cruel, but I believe they're necessary.” He undid the last strap and Morph sat up. “Now that you know mine, will you tell me yours?”
“Morph. That’s what my teammates call me.” They rubbed their wrists and took a deep breath, Their chest still ached but he really did fix the wound. Their hand made its way to the side of their face and rubbed, there was a small suture there, which was weird, all the damage was done to their chest, so why did this strange man mess with their head? They shapeshifted themself a new set of clothes, they were identical to the uniform and jacket they had last been wearing. They weren’t sure where their actual clothes were but they figured that they were more than likely ruined.
“That’s quite the trick you have there, Morph. Now, what is your real name?” Mister Sinister’s eyes grew wide as he smiled at seeing their mutation work up close.
“Kevin, Kevin Sydney.” They changed their face to mimic his, “And you don’t even know the half of it.”
“Haha, you just might be the funniest mutant I’ve come across.” Sinister’s demeanor was friendly, but the next words he spoke made Morph feel like another hole was blown through their chest. “I wonder why your team left you behind.”
Morph’s face fell as they changed back into their current base form. “They didn’t leave me behind. I’m sure they have a good reason for it.”
“Really? I believe it was the man referred to as 'Cyclops' that had your teammates evacuate without you.”
“Well they were in a bad spot, they needed to save who they could!” Morph got defensive over their friends.
“But they didn’t even try to come back for you. I saw the camera footage from the registration office. They left you there, helpless and alone for days. Until I arrived.” Sinister gave a wicked grin and fidgeted with a device in his hand.
This was the first time they had felt this angry, this hurt. Their mind spun and they felt their face change into one with much angrier features, as if they had been born scowling and hadn’t stopped in all the years they had been alive. “Why would they do that?”
“They don’t care for you, Morph. Not the way that I do.” Sinister placed a hand on their shoulder and looked them in the eye. “And I want to help you get back at them for hurting you.”
“You’d do that?” They were unsure where this anger was coming from or why this strange man they had just met was trying to help them. They were still so dazed from the whole situation but the one thing they knew for certain is that they were pissed. At Scott. At Logan. At everyone. And so, they did everything Sinister asked of them, and took everything he did to their body, they were slowly losing control of themself, so much so that it felt at times as if they were a different person entirely, but they wanted to help the man that helped them heal, and was going to help them get revenge.