Rise of an Immortal

Anna sat alone on a cold metal bench at Salem Center Station, the nearest subway station to Xavier's School.

The station was bustling with the usual evening crowd—commuters rushing home, students with backpacks slung over their shoulders, and the occasional street performer strumming a guitar near the turnstiles.

The faint hum of the approaching train echoed through the tunnel, and the overhead lights flickered slightly, casting long shadows on the platform.

She hugged her bag tightly to her chest, her mind clouded with doubt and pain. The events from earlier played in a never-ending loop in her head—Ethan's cold words, the way he looked at her like she was nothing, how even Angelica agreed that leaving was the best choice.

"Why am Ah even hesitatin'?" she thought bitterly, staring at the train tracks.

The subway car pulled in, the sound of brakes screeching against metal filled the station. The doors slid open, and people shuffled in and out.

Anna took a slow breath before slowly rising from the bench, her legs feeling heavy, and began walking toward the nearest door. "This is it."

But just as she was about to step forward, a gust of wind rushed past her, and a familiar voice spoke.

"You sure you know where we're goin'? 'Cause I still gotta buy a ticket for that."

Her breath hitched.

Her head snapped to the side, her wide eyes locking onto Ethan, standing just a few feet away. He was dressed in his usual casual wear and his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans. His leather jacket was slightly open, revealing a plain white t-shirt underneath. His hair was tousled, as if he'd been running his fingers through it, and that same easy smile played on his lips.

Her whole body froze. 'No… this isn't right. He—he told me… he—'

Her voice trembled. "W-Why… why are you here?"

Ethan's smile faded as he stepped forward, his gaze turned serious. "Because you're here."

She clenched her fists, willing herself not to cry. "You told me Ah was disposable. That everyone hated me. Now you're sayin'—"

"That wasn't me."

Anna's breath caught as Ethan took another step forward. "We barely started dating and I know we haven't known each other long, and there's so much we don't know about each other, but I swear on my immortality, I'd never do anything to hurt you."

Anna's lip trembled as he continued, "I joke around, I flirt, but I don't lie about things that matter." He sighed while running a hand through his hair. "I didn't see you after classes. Then I get told you left. When I read the letter, I knew instantly—someone's trying to manipulate you."

Her heart pounded. "Manipulate…?"

"Yeah," Ethan said while taking a cautious step closer. "That wasn't me, Anna. Whatever he said, whatever he did—forget it. It wasn't real. I like you. You're the first girl I've ever felt this way about. I want to date you, spend time with you, get to know you more."

Anna's eyes filled with tears, her hands clutching the strap of her bag tightly. "How can I know you're not an imposter too?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "How can I trust you?"

Ethan closed the distance between them, his gaze never leaving hers. Slowly, he reached up and placed his hand on her cheek and gently cupped her cheek, wiping away the single tear that had slipped down.

"Because I'm the only one who can touch you without getting hurt," he said softly. "Think about it. The other guy—did he let you touch him? Or did he push you away?"

Anna's breath caught as she remembered. The other Ethan—or whoever he was—had recoiled when she reached out to him. He had even kicked her back, his touch is cold and distant. But this Ethan… his hand was warm and his presence is comforting.

The real Ethan… had always touched her without fear.

She felt a strange sense of calm wash over her, even as her tears spilled over.

She bit her lip, torn between relief and the fear of believing again.

Ethan smiled faintly. "Look, if you don't wanna go back, that's fine. I'll go wherever you wanna go. But just remember—there are people who care about you. Who are worried about you."

That was all it took.

A choked sob escaped her as she threw herself into his arms. Ethan smiled before wrapping his arms around her tightly.

After hours, she felt safe.

But then—Ethan suddenly stiffened, his head snapping up as if he'd heard something.

Something was coming. And it's Fast.

He pulled back before pressing a quick kiss to Anna's forehead.

And then—he spun around.

Before she could ask what was wrong, a massive figure leaped from the shadows of the station, claws bared, eyes gleaming with hunger.

Sabretooth.

Anna gasped before stepping back in fear.

Ethan's lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, this just got interesting."

Sabertooth's grin widened, a feral, predatory expression that sent a shiver down Anna's spine. His muscles coiled like springs as he leaped toward them, claws extended, ready to strike. But before he could reach them, Ethan took a single step forward—and vanished.

Anna's breath caught in her throat as Ethan reappeared behind Sabertooth, his movements so fast they seemed to defy the laws of physics. Sabertooth's eyes widened in shock, his grin faltering as he realized what had happened. The world seemed to slow down as he turned, his movements sluggish compared to Ethan's blinding speed.

Ethan's right hand shot out like a blade, slicing through the air with precision. Sabertooth barely had time to register the movement before his head was separated from his body. The sensation was surreal—his head tumbling upward, his body collapsing to the ground.

Ethan's left fist clenched, and with a force that seemed to warp the air around it, he punched the severed head. The impact sent it flying like a cannonball before it exploded in a gruesome burst of blood and bone.

Anna's hands flew to her mouth, her stomach churning as she turned away, trying not to throw up.

The subway station erupted into chaos. Passengers screamed, their voices blending into a cacophony of terror as they scrambled for the exits. The sound of footsteps echoed like thunder, mingling with the distant wail of an approaching train.

People ran for their lives.

The once-busy subway was now a scene of carnage, Sabretooth's massive body lying motionless on the ground, his head nothing but a gruesome mess.

Ethan stood amidst the carnage and his expression is cold and unreadable. His eyes, once warm and inviting, now glinted with a dangerous intensity.

He had been training relentlessly for three months, honing his powers, pushing himself to the limit. And this is the proof of the power he acquired.

Anna was the first girl he had ever truly liked—not some distant anime or movie crush, but someone real, someone who made him feel things he hadn't thought possible.

And now—someone had made Anna cry using his face. That was unforgivable.

He had already killed many others. A few more wouldn't change anything.

A slow clapping sound broke through the chaos. Ethan turned back to see Magneto stepping into the light.

Erik Lensherr, the master of magnetism, looked as composed as ever, his crimson helmet gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Behind him, a figure with porcupine-like spikes protruding from his body grinned menacingly.

He smiled with a slightest hint of amusement on his face. "Impressive. I now seem to have an empty spot on my team… If you're interested."

Ethan barely had time to respond before—

FWIP!

His hand shot out, catching a porcupine spine that had been hurled toward him.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes locking onto the spiked mutant, who now looked less confident.

Magneto raised his hands, and the metal around them—railings, pipes, even the coins in people's pockets—began to tremble and rise, ready to be weaponized.

But Ethan was faster. He vanished again, reappearing directly in front of Magneto. Erik's eyes widened in surprise, "What—"

BOOM!

Ethan's fist connected to Magneto's face.

The impact sent Magneto flying.

Even with his magnetic field up, the sheer force of the blow broke through.

His helmet cracked before flying off his head as he was thrown back, slamming against the subway wall with a sickening thud.

He slumped to the ground and is unconscious.

Blood trickled from his nose and mouth.

Had Ethan not held back, Erik's head would have been gone.

But Ethan wasn't done.

He vanished again—appearing beside Anna just in time to catch another projectile from the porcupine man.

Anna's breath hitched.

The spiked mutant who is now visibly sweating, panicked before raising both hands before him—shooting a barrage of spikes.

Dozens.

Hundreds.

A deadly storm of quills aimed straight at Ethan. But Ethan didn't flinch. He didn't move, He didn't dodge.

Instead—His arms blurred before catching each spine with inhuman speed and precision. He began walking toward the mutant slowly, his steps are deliberately slow and his expression calm.

The mutant backed away, his confidence crumbling, and then turned to run. But Ethan was already there, blocking his path.

"Have a taste of your own medicine," Ethan said, his voice is low and dangerous. He pressed the spines he had caught into the mutant's body, all at once. The mutant screamed, blood pouring from the wounds as he collapsed to the ground.

Anna closed her eyes, unable to watch any longer and turned away. She was the only one left standing in the station, the only one who hadn't fled or fallen. Her legs felt like they might give out at any moment.

Ethan took a slow breath before stepping toward her. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

Then—without warning—he pulled her into a tight hug. Anna trembled slightly in his arms.

"…You okay?" he murmured.

She didn't answer. But she didn't pull away either.

Then—

"What the fuck happened here?!"

Ethan looked up. A familiar figure stood at the entrance of the subway.

Logan.

His sharp eyes scanned the scene—Magneto knocked out cold, Sabretooth's headless body, the porcupine mutant bleeding out.

He turned back to Ethan and is stunned to see his expressionless eyes.

Ethan exhaled. "Good. You're here."

Without another word—He scooped Anna into a bridal carry.

"Wait, what the—" Logan started, but—

"Get her luggage." Ethan said before he vanished.

Leaving Logan standing alone in the middle of the carnage.

"…What the actual fuck?"

Before he could make sense of what just happened, Professor X's voice echoed in his mind. "Logan… what just happened?"

Logan ran a hand through his hair. "Wish I knew, Chuck. Wish I knew."

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