The war room deep beneath Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters buzzed with solemn atmosphere.
Seated around the circular table were the core of the X-Men: Professor Charles Xavier at the head, fingers pressed against his temple in deep thought. Jean Grey sat to his right, her deep eyes still have the same concern and regret for not bringing a new member to their fold. Opposite her, Storm maintained her usual poise, though her silver hair danced unnaturally from the static charge building in the air. Cyclops leaned forward, visor glinting red, fists clenched. Wolverine, as usual, lounged back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
"This mutant," Xavier said calmly, "that the Cerebro has tracked before. Her energy signature is unique. How is it? What happened?"
"We tried to convince her but it seems she was under the protection of someone and her ability is a bit problematic. She can teleport wherever she want and whenever she do that, I can't sense here presence." Jean said, her voice taut.
Xavier hesitated. "Did you tell her the kind of danger she was in?"
"We did, but red eyes right here made it far more difficult to convince her." Logan snorted.
"You— I was just trying to ask who was keeping her from coming with us." Scott flared up
That brought silence.
"Did she say who?" Xavier asked.
"She said, she have a guardian. Someone named, Glenn. And if he was able to keep her safe up until now—" Jean sighed.
Storm's eyes narrowed. "Then he's dangerous."
"Everyone's dangerous," Wolverine grunted.
However, as if on cue, the entire mansion shook. A deep, bone-rattling explosion.
BOOOOM!
Something heavy exploded from above, and the lights flickered. Dust rained down from the ceiling.
Cyclops was already up. "That came from the main gate."
Jean rose beside him, eyes wide. "Someone just... tore through the psychic wards."
Wolverine popped his claws with a metallic snikt. "Time to say hi."
The team bolted up the corridor and emerged into the front hall of the mansion. Alarms blared. Students were being shepherded down emergency stairwells by staff. Through the large stained-glass windows, they saw it:
The front gate—thirty feet of steel-reinforced titanium—lay in twisted ruins on the lawn, flung aside like a crumpled soda can.
A lone figure stepped through the smoke.
Young handsome and tall. He wore a typical gentleman suit with a red necktie slightly losen. He wore one pair of black gloves as he reached out his inner pocket to fetch a cigarette before lighting it up. His posture was so relaxed as if what he did was just normal and casual but his eyes gleamed with dreadful light mixed with mischievous irritation.
Jean's breath caught in her throat and frowned. "I think I've seen him before..."
"Mutant?" Cyclops asked.
"I don't know," Jean whispered. "But whatever he is—he's not normal."
"Who the heck—blasting an iron gate like a paper cup calls that normal?" Logan smirked in sarcasm.
Xavier moved forward, sending a calming wave of telepathy through the group. "Let me speak with him."
The doors to the mansion burst open before Xavier's chair reached them. The figure stopped at the threshold.
"I am not here for peace," Glenn said with eyes filled with rage lifting a dangerous smile at them.
Professor X remained composed. "Then you will find resistance."
Glenn's eyes turned from Xavier to each of the X-Men currently present: Jean, Logan, Storm and lastly Scott.
"You really think that by having some peculiar abilities gave you the right to enter anyone's house, huh? Does it feel good crashing on anyone's home?"
"You literally crashed our gate!" Stormed complained.
"Ahuh! Doesn't feel good does it? I figured doing it literally would make it unforgettable, you know making an 'impact'." Glenn smirked.
"Enough jokes! Who the hell are you?" Wolverine growled, slowing only a moment before charging ahead. " Cause you just signed up for a world of pain."
Glenn didn't move until Logan was a mere five feet away. With a flick of his hands — a series of blurred and sharp motion.
Click.
Wolverine's body convulsed in midair. His momentum halted violently, his limbs stiffening as a glowing metal collar locked around his neck with a hiss. He dropped to the ground with a thud, cursing, claws retracting involuntarily.
"Logan!" Jean cried, her telekinetic power surging — only to falter as another collar shot toward her in a way she didn't anticipate. She tried to push it away mentally, but the device seemed shielded. It clamped around her throat, and her eyes lost their glow as her power faded.
Storm's eyes flared white. The sky darkened instantly, thunder roiling in the clouds above. But before lightning could strike, a third collar snapped into place around her neck. The storm died in an instant.
Cyclops didn't wait for the same fate. He fired.
A ruby beam of concussive force lanced from his visor, striking the man aiming for his chest. But Glenn saw it. or rather anticipated it. He managed to dodged the blast with only a few step. When the beam ceased, smoke curled behind Glenn, but he remained standing.
Then he moved.
With a speed faster than a normal person, he dashed forward.
Shave!
Cyclops tried to fire again, but a gloved hand slammed across his jaw with punishing precision. Scott tumbled backward, crashing through a marble column and skidding across the hallway. Blood streamed from his lip as he tried to rise — only to be struck again, this time directly to the ribs. Something cracked. He fell, gasping.
From his chair, Charles Xavier had seen enough.
Glenn felt it, a throbbed of pain appeared in his head. When he made sure Scott was incapacitated, he turned his attention towards the bald mind-raping guy who he hate the most. He smiled eerily.
The Professor closed his eyes, reaching out with his mind. His consciousness extended across the grounds and zeroed in on the intruder, diving deep into the man's thoughts, searching for weakness, for motive — anything to stop him.
But what he found was the most disgusting scene he ever saw.
He saw himself, kneeling in front of his former friend Erik, sucking his rod.
"What in the world.."
Xavier gritted his teeth trying to influence the scene in front of him but the scene changed once again. This time, he was bending over while Erik was ramming him from behind.
Then he flinched, unable to withstand the scene in front of him. He almost couldn't make it, retching when he cancelled prying Glenn's mind.
Back outside, Glenn stepped over Cyclops's groaning body.
"Like what you saw? Hehehe that's mind raping for you, you bald fucker. Serves you right for having that psychological trauma for the rest of your life." Glenn laughed.
Glenn squinted his eyes surveying the fallen X-Men around him.
"Remember this, mutants," he said, voice smooth but filled with stern and cold warning, "heed my advice. Don't ever try to get on my people or trespass on my territory ever again. Of course, you are welcome to try but expect the same result."
He turned his head slightly, as though speaking to the air. "The same goes for your counter part, whatever the fucking brothershit that is, you hear me? Raven!"
All of them were startled by what he said aside from Xavier.
"Wait— are you, Glenn?" Jean asked.
"Who else? Makes me wonder why you bunch of weirdos are still alive. You don't seem to care whose place you barged into or you guys just don't care because you feel powerful enough, huh."
Without another word, the man turned and walked toward the front steps, leaving devastation in his wake and the mansion holding its breath.
As he was about to leave, he stopped midway seemingly remembered something.
"Oh, I almost forgot the collars."
He turned back once again, punching every one of them unconsicous before getting his collars back. He didn't forget to give extra punches for Scott for being an asshole.
Xavier watched helplessly on the side clenching his fist.
"You seem upset, shining bulb disco ball." Glenn teased.
"You!"
"What?! You can't stand my jokes? Oh! Sorry, I just remembered you can't stand at all! My bad."
"By the way, If you fools decided to retaliate, remember how they call me outside. They call me "The Handyman". Kinda, lame right? But It is starting to grow on me. So yeah, if you decided to chase me for revenge--Hehe. You know you couldn't stand a chance."
"Speaking of which, someone I know said that you are member of Transformers but got stuck halfway. Pretty rude, right? I say fuck him! Don't let anyone push you around."
"I'm curious, when you masturbate? Do you stretch your legs when you are about to c--"
Glenn continued his jokes and insulting remarks trying to annoy Xavier to death.
"Enough! What do you really want?" Xavier growled while gritting his teeth.
"I like I said, I came here to warn you fools. Crossed me again and you'll see what's coming for you." Glenn said seriously.
"Then consider it heard, now leave!" Xavier gritted his teeth.
"Fine! Geez! What a menopausal bastard. No wonder, all your hair ended up in your ass, you Voldemort sitting in a shopping kart. Good thing, I haven't used my skill 'Shave' on you cause it's useless."
"I said leave!"
"Okay okay, such a rude host when you deserve all the words coming out of my of my mouth. I mean, that's what you do with vegetables, right? You roast them." Glenn complained in exageration as he continued.
"Remember, my warning, Xavier. I got connections inside the White House so unless you want the entire government to hunt you clowns down, better behave your bald ass on your vibrating chair. Oh! I almost forgot this."
Glenn fished out the severed head of Sebastian Shaw from his inventory and threw it towards Xavier, rolling down at his feet.
Seeing it, Xavier was alarmed and he couldn't help but gasped in fright.
"You know him, right? Annoy me again, and you'll end like him. No need to say thanks for taking out one of your troubles. Well, I'm used to taking out some trash, Bye!"
Glenn turned around once again, walking out of the mansion like strolling in a park.
--
After leaving the mansion, flagged a taxi from nearby before Glenn fished out his transponder from his inventory. He called Ilyanna briefly saying, he had taken care of the intruders and told her to call again right away if someone had some guts attempting to take her. Then he dialed another number and called Domino.
"Hey Neena, where you at? I'm free right now, mind showing me around New York? Busy? Nah, I thought it'll take time but turned out easy. Don't worry about it, I have already taken care of it. Alright, see ya."
"Hey, eyes on the road. Where you just eavesdropping?"
"No, sir. Eavesdropping is when you tried to talk quietly and I still leaned in to hear it. Your voice was loud, sir."
"Fair point."
"So where are you headed to?"
"Brooklyn."
"Got it, sir."
Glenn narrowed his eyes because the driver of the taxi seems to be familiar to him. South Asian descent, with a medium brown complexion and a slim, average build. He has a round, friendly face with soft features and expressive, deep brown eyes that often reflect a mix of nervousness and sincerity. His curly black hair is kept short and neatly combed, giving him a tidy, unassuming look. He dresses simply — usually in plain button-down shirts, sometimes layered with a sweater or lightweight jacket, in neutral or muted tones. His clothing and demeanor make him look like a hardworking, ordinary man just trying to get through his day.
The more Glenn looked at him, the more familiar he became.
"Hey!"
"Yes, sir?" the driver asked looking at he rearview mirror.
"What's your name?"
"Why, sir? Are you going to report me? I haven't done anything wrong--"
"You look familiar, tell me your name."
"Dopinder..."