SecretSexManiac
Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 12, 2011
Catalyst, as he liked to call himself, was a mutant. You knew the story, kid turns 13, hits puberty, and through a genetic fluke, a misplaced chromosome, or his parents living too close to radiation or something, that kid gets super powers. At first he fears them, is afraid of what's happening, but then the X-Men come to your doorstep and tell you that they can help you, teach you to use your powers and control them to help people or even just live a normal life. Millions of mutants in the world though... they couldn't get them all, right? Some would have had to slip through the cracks. Well, Catalyst was one of those kids.
High school had been hell. Mutant bigotry ran amok among teachers and students and nothing could be done about it because no one even tried. Catalyst was never helped, he had to learn to fight for himself quickly and that wasn't easy. At first, Catalyst's power sucked. He produced oils from his hands. That was it. If you needed to trip someone with an oil patch, Catalyst was the guy for you! It was so lame and so... stupid. He was picked on for being a mutant, but his mutation didn't give him any power or fame... it just made a mess.
Until one day he evolved. Catalyst had gotten into a community college where an incredible attractive Social Science teacher berated and humiliated him. Maybe it was the anger, or the stress, or who knows what, but something changed in him and Catalyst shot something new, something that he had never tried before, straight into the teacher's mouth. It had been a mistake, really but... the results were undeniable. The teacher died, right there. The seemingly harmless oil... could be altered. They weren't just grease or lubricant oils that he produced... they were chemicals. Chemicals that could do things, things that no scientist could ever come up with, and Catalyst could control them and their effects.
He had a superpower.
He had tried the super-hero thing for a while, but it blowed and didn't get him any recognition, power or sex. Catalyst wandered for a while, trying to figure out what he could do with this power, when it hit him while watching the news about the X-Men fighting a mutant gorilla or something: revenge. The X-Men had never helped him and his life became hell, they owed him. Nothing serious, he didn't want to destroy them or anything, he wasn't evil... he just wanted his just desserts.
And that dessert would be Emma Frost. Knocking the X-Mansion's defense systems with a chemical that acted like an EMP in liquid form, Catalyst covered himself in a goo that blocked psi-emissions (he had never tried it before on a real telepath) and injected her with a chemical he created that knocked a person out and blocked their powers. Some girl he didn't know saw him and he hit her with a liquid that electrified upon air contact and knocked her out too. Taking, the now two, prisoners into an RV he had hidden away a few miles off the grounds, Catalyst drove away with his new prizes. Bringing them to a building that he had bought from a former psychiatrist, who had used the place as a mental facility, Catalyst injected the two women with more power blocking solution before chaining their ankles to a wall. He then injected them with a solution to wake them up, while their powers were still blocked.
Now, he and the X-Men would be even.
High school had been hell. Mutant bigotry ran amok among teachers and students and nothing could be done about it because no one even tried. Catalyst was never helped, he had to learn to fight for himself quickly and that wasn't easy. At first, Catalyst's power sucked. He produced oils from his hands. That was it. If you needed to trip someone with an oil patch, Catalyst was the guy for you! It was so lame and so... stupid. He was picked on for being a mutant, but his mutation didn't give him any power or fame... it just made a mess.
Until one day he evolved. Catalyst had gotten into a community college where an incredible attractive Social Science teacher berated and humiliated him. Maybe it was the anger, or the stress, or who knows what, but something changed in him and Catalyst shot something new, something that he had never tried before, straight into the teacher's mouth. It had been a mistake, really but... the results were undeniable. The teacher died, right there. The seemingly harmless oil... could be altered. They weren't just grease or lubricant oils that he produced... they were chemicals. Chemicals that could do things, things that no scientist could ever come up with, and Catalyst could control them and their effects.
He had a superpower.
He had tried the super-hero thing for a while, but it blowed and didn't get him any recognition, power or sex. Catalyst wandered for a while, trying to figure out what he could do with this power, when it hit him while watching the news about the X-Men fighting a mutant gorilla or something: revenge. The X-Men had never helped him and his life became hell, they owed him. Nothing serious, he didn't want to destroy them or anything, he wasn't evil... he just wanted his just desserts.
And that dessert would be Emma Frost. Knocking the X-Mansion's defense systems with a chemical that acted like an EMP in liquid form, Catalyst covered himself in a goo that blocked psi-emissions (he had never tried it before on a real telepath) and injected her with a chemical he created that knocked a person out and blocked their powers. Some girl he didn't know saw him and he hit her with a liquid that electrified upon air contact and knocked her out too. Taking, the now two, prisoners into an RV he had hidden away a few miles off the grounds, Catalyst drove away with his new prizes. Bringing them to a building that he had bought from a former psychiatrist, who had used the place as a mental facility, Catalyst injected the two women with more power blocking solution before chaining their ankles to a wall. He then injected them with a solution to wake them up, while their powers were still blocked.
Now, he and the X-Men would be even.