AN: Words in italics are translated Spanish for those who do not know how to read them. And yes, my OC and others speak the way the words are spelt when you read them. IE, accents.

Features my first OC (Stats are on my profile page) and some other characters from the comics later on.

X-Men Evolution: The Second Mutation

By: Angelus-V1

Boarder Man

Juarez, Mexico:

This was not what he had planned for the day. He had wanted to go out and make a little extra cash in the hopes of being able to eat more than a single meal today but instead, he had to take his abuela to mid-morning mass. But it was only three hours of his week he was giving up to his abuela as well as God, so he shut his mouth and tried to participate for at least her sake.

Miguel Cortez sat quietly in one of the front pews of the small church as a priest spoke his sermon. He was only a few weeks old and was assigned to take the place of their previous church leader due to a "mysterious" disappearance. Everyone knew what that meant, especially Miguel. Every time the word "mysterious" was used to describe a disappearance, it only meant the cartels were involved. They were the prime reason Juarez, and Mexico for that manner was the way it is as they only cared about fear, money, and drugs, which only made Miguel seethe when he thought about them.

For the past hour, he and his abuela listened as the priest went on about God's plan for the individual and how everyone is born with a purpose. It's not as though he hadn't heard this sermon before as his abuela has told him constantly about how God had a plan for him, he just had to find out what it is first. Regardless, he tried to tune out the best he could by attempting to day dream while staring out a window, but the message struck too close to home for him. The only good side, as far as he could tell, was the free weekly pancake breakfast held after each mass.

"Are you listening?" his abuela asked quietly in Spanish after lightly kicking his shin.

"Yes, I just want to get out of here," he responded.

"Miguel, have respect for the church. Not everything in life revolves around money."

"I never mentioned money, abuela."

"You don't have to. I know what you're thinking and we have done just fine for ourselves with what we have. I don't want you doing what you're doing any more. You're meant for better things besides being a mercenary."

Slouching further down in his seat, Miguel ran a hand through his long black hair then crossed his arms before looking away. "I'm just tired of going hungry and only eating scraps."

A loud pop echoed through the small church as his abuela smacked him hard upside the head and making him bite his tongue. The priest stopped at the sound of the hit and watched Miguel rub the back of his head.

"Miguel," his abuela said, "we never go without what we need. You're clothed, you're fed, and you're sheltered. Have some gratitude for what the lord provides."

He could feel the anger swell up inside him but forced himself to let it go. He couldn't be mad at the only person who gave him a second thought, much less get mad in a church. "Yes ma'am."

Facing forward after disciplining her grandson, Miguel's abuela nodded kindly and smiled to the priest. "You may continue, father."

The priest looked at her as if she were crazy.

Blackbird: High above the ground:

"Are we there yet?" Kurt Wagner, known as Nightcrawler to his team, moaned as he halfway sat in his seat.

"You ask that one more time and I'll tie you to the tail fin by your tail," Tabitha, aka, Boom Boom said.

"Ease up, kiddies," Jean Grey said from the cockpit of the plane. "We've got another hour until we arrive, then it's nothing but fun in the sun." She tied her red hair back with an elastic tie then stretched out her arms.

"'Fun in the sun'?" her fiancé, Scott Summers, or Cyclops, asked from the pilot's seat. Aside from being in his X-Men uniform like the others, he also wore a bomber jacket and a pair of ruby quartz sunglasses instead of his visor. "That's hardly what I would describe a potential Juggernaut sighting."

"At least it sounds better than 'a rampaging Juggernaut' like the professor said. I just wonder what he's doing in Mexico to begin with."

"You and me both. It's not like him to go anywhere else besides New York and the mansion."

"Maybe he's, like, looking for a good deal on cheap medicine," Kitty Pride, aka, Shadowcat, said from her seat behind Kurt. "I mean, he's gotta be there to get something."

"Yeah, maybe he needs baby aspirin," added Kurt with a laugh.

"Well whatever it is, we are only to gather Intel, not engage unless he poses a threat," Scott explained before becoming quiet again. The truth was, they were there for two reasons, Juggernaut, and a potential new mutant with a new type of mutation. The latter was ordered to be kept a secret by Professor Xavier should the mutant not be present.

"Where are he headed for anyways?" asked Tabitha.

"It looks like the next spot he's headed to is Juarez," Jean answered. "So that means we have to be extra careful due to the cartels down there."

"Do you think that's what he's down in Mexico for? Drugs?"

"Don't know, Tabitha. It's just strange he would be that far away from New York like this."

Juarez, Mexico:

After stuffing himself with around a dozen pancakes, Miguel sat back in his chair and let out a forceful huff of air while wiping his hands on his tan cargo pants in lack of a napkin. It was the first time he had felt completely full in the last five days. He rubbed his hands over his face, scratching his stubble and straightening out his soul patch as he waited for his abuela to finish eating her plate of scrambled eggs.

"I wish you wouldn't have worn that shirt," she told him before eating a forkful of eggs. "And I wish you would learn to shave before church. And cut your hair. I'm tired of seeing it around your shoulders. At least that way you could attract the girls. Look at you, twenty one years old and not married. You're an old man and need to make me some grand kids."

"Abuela, I like my shirts. And this is one of my favorites." He pointed to his black "Just Bring It!" shirt with a grin. "And the only girls left around here are either the ones that will stay with you in exchange for money or the ones you own."

"Then go to America and find one. Maybe find one that will make you control your temper like Isabella did."

He was silent for a moment at the mention of that name. "It's not my temper that's the problem, it's everyone else."

"Anger will kill you quick, Miguel. You remember that. You have too much of your father in you and I will not see you end up like him."

Miguel turned his attention back to his abuela quickly. "Don't compare me to him. I'm nothing like him and I'll never be," he answered angrily.

"See that there? You just sounded like him." She looked up from her seat and gave him a stern look. "Get rid of this anger you have. Or you will end up a-"

Before she could finish telling him anything, a loud, thunderous explosion occurred a mile or so down the street. People were running and screaming as they fled from whatever was the cause of the disturbance.

Miguel's first reaction was to get his abuela to safety as the cause of the explosion got closer. He led her back to the church where the priest was ushering everyone in to escape through the back in order to cut through town quickly. Tables were overturned as people panicked and shouted "monster!" repeatedly. The nearby cops shouted for everyone to get out of the way as they drew their guns and prepared to fire on the thing approaching them.

Miguel ran to a nearby alley between two stone buildings and hid behind the corner of one. Sand kicked up around him from the mass of frightened people, making his eyes water a little from the airborne particles. He poked his head around the corner when a truck slammed into the ground and rolled over two police officers, killing them. What he heard next was a chorus of gunfire moments before an armored giant of a man appeared beside him and attacked the remaining cops. He only wished he could've killed them himself when he saw the dead cop' faces, but now wasn't the time for past grudges.

Miguel stood taller than most Mexicans at just over six feet, but this guy was at least two feet taller than him. Bullets bounced off the giant regardless if they struck his exposed flesh or brownish armor. His domed helmet also blocked any potential projectiles from injuring him, although it looked as if it wasn't necessary to begin with. He continued to watch as the large man swatted the cops aside like toy soldiers when he heard him yell something in English about the cartels before throwing another pickup through the church's doors. While only making sure the giant wouldn't injure any innocent people, not counting the cops he knew to be crooked, he now felt the need to intervene.

Taking off from his stakeout spot in a dead sprint, Miguel reached into his right cargo pocket and pulled out a red bandanna and a pair of black sunglasses. He tied the cloth over his nose and mouth and slipped on the shades as he caught up to the rampaging giant. Jumping on a table, he used it to leap into the air and stomp his steel toed boots on the helmet of the big man. Diving forward, he landed in a roll and stood between him and the few remaining officers.

"And who's this?" the giant yelled. "Some wannabe hero want's to stand up to the Juggernaut?"

"F#$&ing cabròn! What da hell are da cartels sending you hear for?" Miguel shouted in a clear Texan drawl. It was a surprise to those around him that he sounded like an American when not speaking Spanish. "You just another hired enforcer?"

"Finally, someone who speaks English. Tell these people to stop interfering in the operations and maybe, just maybe I won't destroy the town."

"Still didn't answer mah question. But since ya gonna be like dat, Ah suppose Ah ain't got no other choice but to bring ya down, especially since ya threw a truck in the church."

"Trust me, you don't want to do this, w #$%&k," Juggernaut said as he cracked his knuckles. "Cartels pay good, but I'll take you down for free."

"Oh, now Ah know Ah'm sure Ah wanna do this." Miguel eyes flashed a light blue as he struck a defensive stance and flexed his arms to either side of him. A blue aura formed around his hands in the shape of claws with a high pitched whirring noise like a knife cutting through air.