AN: I have completely butchered DC comic's best villain for my own amusement....I'm going to hell. Well, I was working on Every Man's Devil when this plot bunny attacked me and wouldn't leave me be..so here I am. It's pretty original. I hope.
Disclaimer: I do not and will not ever own anything found inside this story. Every character belongs to DC and Joss Whedon and to their proper owners. I am not making any money off of this. This is the only disclaimer you will find in this story.
November 1st, 1998
If anyone who was walking around Sunnydale High School that night happened to look up, they would have seen a silhouette of a young man sitting on the edge of the roof. They probably would have thought he was stoned or drunk, and stayed out of his way. This young man was Xander Harris and he was not drunk or stoned. He was, in fact, thinking. A fact that would have shocked his friends into an early grave and had Cordelia slapping him for acting weird.
The soldier whose fatigues he was currently wearing had been a certifiable genius. The soldier's mind had never stopped calculating, always working things out, noticing things that no one else had noticed or sometimes shouldn't have. The Soldier had been Special Forces, and the kind of commander that Xander thought only appeared in old war movies.
Slade Wilson. Two simple words. Two words that had changed Xander's life. Slade Wilson had been a man who was obsessed with becoming better. Martial Arts, Psychology, Blacksmithing, Body Language, Strategy, Weapons, Business, you name it this guy had studied, mastered, and incorporated it into himself. This guy had had the kind of life Xander only dreamed about.
Hunting in the darkest heart of Africa. Check. Mountain climbing. Check. Action and adventure. Double check. He had been the kind of guy, that guys wanted to be: smooth, cool, got all the girls, patriotic, AND was a card carrying member of Club Badass. Married a beautiful woman, had two kids, and was rich. This guy was success incarnate.
So what happened? The guy signed up to one of those super soldier programs. The serum they stuck everybody with worked too: Super-genius level IQ, regeneration, photographic memory, ability to keep current level of strength, stamina, and speed indefinitely.
And all of it does nothing if your already dead. Yep the serum kills you upon injection. Betcha ol' Slade didn't know that when he took it. But, the story doesn't end there. Nope.
Now Xander by all means should have died, the serum recreated by the chaos magic was and is lethal. 'I guess Janus didn't know that little tidbit, or maybe he just didn't care,' thought Xander. All that Xander knew is: A, he's not dead and B, the serum worked. How did he know this? He tripped and broke his ankle on the way to the school. Not his best moment. The ankle healed a few seconds later. That was weird, even by his standards.
What's worse is that not only will he remain a teenager for the foreseeable future, but his hair is now gray. And he picked up up some traits from Slade too. His eyes were now gray, which is actually kind of cool, but he could do without the psychopathic and sadistic tendencies.
Ain't life grand.
END OF PROLOGUE
AN: I know it's short but it's only the prologue people. Review.