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Summary: Like the title says, a number of stories featuring Xander being empowered in what, I hope, are original ways.

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Marvel Universe > X-Men > Xander-CenteredKlimmattFR182492,43119408117,39013 Mar 1115 Jun 13No


Disclaimer: All characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer and X-men franchises do not belong to me.

Thanksgiving, it all goes back to Thanksgiving. The night Angel came to town and I, in a slip of the tongue that proves my infinite stupidity, told Buffy that he had shown up. Since it was my mistake that she found out, I was the lucky one chosen to ensure that Buffy did not kill herself driving to L.A. to confront Deadboy.

We got there and when that freaky green thing attacked I ended up getting splashed with its blood. That wasn't fun. Then came the whole 'Aspect of the Demon' thing.

At first it wasn't so bad, I admit I freaked the next time I got cut and it healed right before my eyes, but when I found out that I could fight demons all night, get cut to ribbons, walk away and still wake up in the morning without a mark on me I suddenly felt a lot better about it.

The others needed a while to adjust to the new me, so I stayed out of their way for a while. I didn't patrol by myself often because it was just safer to do it with others, but when I went out with Buffy I could do a lot of damage since it no longer mattered if I got hurt.

Unfortunately, one night after heading home from work, I was jumped by this thing, that I later found out was a Polgara demon, who skewered me before I could kill it with one of the knives I kept on me. I dropped to my knees as my chest healed over, seconds later though, I was zapped unconscious by a group of commandos.

I woke up in a white room with one glass wall that showed me a hallway. I could see demons locked in cells similar to my own, but I didn't really know what was going on until I was visited by Professor Walsh and Riley Finn.

It seems that they had seen me fight the Polgara and heal instantly from my injuries, so they wanted to replicate my power and create indestructible soldiers. I tried telling them that I was human, and that they needed the blood of a Mohra demon to do what they were asking, but they didn't believe me.

Eventually, when they realised that their attempts to duplicate my powers had failed, they decided that if they couldn't mass produce my powers, then they'd make me a living weapon.

I spent the next few weeks in pain and agony as they tested the limits of my healing factor.

Once, I woke up and they had me floating in a tube, surrounded by water. All I really remember from that day is a tremendous amount of heat, pain and then waking up back in my cell, feeling oddly heavy.

It wasn't until I accidentally released the claws in a fit of rage that I found out what they had done to me. They had grafted some type of unbreakable metal to my bones, and added in the six sharpened claws as weapons to aid in their goals.

I remember occasionally being thrown in a pit with some kind of demon in it, I would have to kill it, or it would try to kill me, I say 'try' because I'm honestly not sure I can be killed anymore. But they still couldn't control me. I refused their orders and there wasn't anything they could do about that.

One day though, I awoke to a familiar face. Ethan Rayne had apparently come back to town to play another joke on Giles, and the 'Initiative' had captured him. Somehow they had found out about my Halloween soldier possession, and figured that that would be perfect.

I spent maybe five minutes watching Ethan through the glass as he watched me and did some diagnostic spells on me. I remember very clearly how he had smirked before he turned and promised Walsh that he would restore the spirits inside me to full strength.

And he did, they had strapped me down to an operating table so that Ethan could cast the spell, but whoever had told them about the soldier had forgotten to mention the Primal Hyena Spirit that was also locked away in the recesses of my mind, a spirit which, when fed by Ethan's power, gave its strength to its host.

The guards and scientists were shocked when I broke through the leather like it was paper. Growling, lost in a feral rage I unsheathed the claws that they themselves had given me and attacked.

Tearing through their bodies and shrugging off bullets I ripped through them and left maybe three of the platoon and Ethan alive. I ran through the halls, following my mystically enhanced nose to fresh air, and using the training of the soldier I managed to make my way back to the surface undetected.

I found myself in a frat house, so I decided to steal some clothes before running off. They were a bit too military for my tastes but hey, beggars can't be choosers. I moved through the streets of Sunnydale, using the soldier's training to keep me under the radar, making my way to Giles's home.

"Good Lord!" He exclaimed when he saw me, I hadn't shaved in weeks so I did look a bit different, "Xander is that you?"

I hesitated before I answered, was I still Xander? I remembered the life of another man as well as my own, a soldier by the name of James Howlett, as well as the feral instincts of the Hyena. The dog tags that the Initiative had given me read 'Wolverine'. But I wasn't their's anymore was I? I was outside again, and I could be myself again.

This was a little plot bunny that grabbed me by the soft bits and would not let go. I am afraid that I currently have no intentions of continuing this story, so if anyone would like to take it and expand upon it, please feel free. Just leave me a link.
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