“Then it begins.”

“The-the-then what begins?”

Professor Xavier doesn’t answer as he stares down his long nose at his small frightened student.

“Have you ever met a riochocet, dear?”

He takes a step closer and the boy leans back.

“N-n-no.”

A wicked flicker of light passes through the professor’s eyes for a moment then they turn icy cold with malice.

“Well lucky for you then, young sir, you’re finally going to see what they look like.”

The professor pounces on the child who is only a third of his height.

“G-get off me!”

“I’m afraid I cannot, my dear child, you see, my brethren and I are looking for some……new recruits.”

The professor scratches the boy’s back and the child screams. In the midst of his panic he can’t help noticing how odd the scratch feels. It feels nothing like human nails clawing at his skin. Instead it feels like….well….claws. They pierce through his tender porcelain skin and tear into his muscle tissue. His professor pulls his hand out and another blood curdling scream tears itself out from deep within the boy’s throat. Dark red blood gushes out of the child like water out of a geyser.

The man spits into the gash in the boy’s back and it feels like acid as it darts its way through his system. The blood stains all over his back and legs turn black and begin to throb painfully. Spikes, dark, black deadly spikes start to poke their way out from beneath his skin where the blood had been and his whole body begins to grow. His legs ,short and skinny, grow long and muscular, just barely managing to keep his shorts on. His charcoal hair grows into a sort of mane and his eyes turn bloodshot, veiny and cruel. A single long scaly wing forces itself through the gash in his back and extends the full width of the room.

He turns to stare at the mirror and in doing so knocks a strange assortment of items off a nearby workbench.

In the mirror he sees himself in his new ghastly form and the face of his teacher in the back with a sinister grin spread across his lips.

“And that my friend, is what begins, your evolution from a mere meager boy to a riochocet.”