A soul to steal? Well he wished he could be so cruel, as to steal a soul for eternity...in fact, he was, except for the sad fact, that he couldn't steal a soul...woe. Woe to him...only able to possess another, to feel their essence, to feel their fear and see what they see...but yet...he couldn't steal a mere soul for his own keeping...of course he was no devil.

In fact...this was the place where the so called 'Jersey Devil' had committed his brutal crimes...just another serial killer...or so they thought...the poor man had no idea that his body had just been stolen...and when he came to, he was under arrest...just long enough to create strife, and that was what the Ripper did.

He remembered a fond time...so far back...he had taken the body of a doctor...he had made him use his knowledge to harm others...he wrote the notes...he carved up the bodies of those women, leaving them on display for the world to see what he had in store for them. He had eaten a piece of her liver...he'd boiled her heart...it was, to die for. And yet they never learned. No matter how much he longed to be known, to be recognized, to be acknowledged, it had never happened...

He stood, on the steeple of a large church, the moonlight shining down and illuminating his features. It was his time...his time to roam...to further the pain he had caused last night...he would one day bring the world to it's knees...maybe then they would regret ignoring him...in his desperate need to be part of a family, of a fellowship...his chance at life robbed from him by the shadow of darkness...which he know wielded...

He smiled as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth...that was..delectable...the human flesh was an interesting thing...the taste and the sight of it was enough to make him hunger...not to mention that in a fit of madness he had bitten the neck of his victim, drinking their bitter blood, and yet..he was no vampire...

She was always everywhere. Or at least everywhere that matter to those who she knew. This time, her business was an odd arrangement, she was to meet a Mr. Donald, and then erase his mind of all things. Yep everything he knew, past, present, and what he may have thought to be his future, were gone. She had felt bad leaving the man brain dead and a vegetable, but work was work. And when it came to work, no one did it like Ms.Noel.

Her black boots would be seen hitting the pavement as if she was modeling. Her black skirt and gray muscle shirt only accented her model like features. She was all in all, a sight to see. And who wouldn't want to see her. She was after all, the most beautiful mutant of them all. {I had to put this paragraph in for my ego :) }

As Crystal continued to walk the streets of New Jersey, she stopped upon reaching a figure. And instantly, she was intrigued. It seemed that this figure was having a feast, but on what. And for that matter, why on church grounds at night? Although there was such a thing as homelessness, but surely even a homeless person would respect the church grounds.

Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions, just because it sounds like something it definitely may not be that at all. But why not have a little fun? She said to herself with a small ounce of prudence.

So she approached the figure with a small grin. " Having fun?" was all she said, staring at what seemed to be a man.

He froze, slowly looking back, towards the woman who had been able to ask him that very question...what woman wouldn't see something such as this and turn running? She must've been someone different...

He stood, slowly upright, putting his hands behind her back after he whiped his mouth clean of any sort of blood or flesh, or anything unsitely.

"Fun? That's a rather interesting way to put it...and with such a smile..." He drawled, stepping closer, to get a better look at this woman, in black...she looked as if she were one of those....models...instead of a random person walking about...from what he'd seen and heard, models were extra fussy, so he wondered again why she'd even approach him. Her skin was a complete contrast to his own...he found himself intrigued actually...

"Intoxicating as it is...why, or how could you approach with such confidence? Who is this woman to whom I speak?" He asked.

When he turned, her face made a small twitch, hopefully unnoticed to him. He wasn't what she had thought at first, but who was now a days. She could still have fun, as always. He also seemed to be enjoying not cooked food, but raw flesh and blood. That was rather odd, but he didn't seem like a person who wasn't odd. Shaking her head, of these thoughts, she tried not to judge him just yet. Her powers would do that for her.

She walked towards the man, placing her hand on his shoulder, and then giving him a small wink before removing her hand. "Someone who can change your life. I have many names, why don't you call me Ms.Noel. And trust me, my confidence is nothing short of my presence. I approach because I'm curious, as to who and what exactly are you?" She said gazing at him.

With a few multiple blinks of her eyes, her empathy turned on. She would be able to see how honest he really was.

"Ms. Noel?" He repeated, cocking his head to the side curiously as he watched her move closer. He wondered what her reaction was to his blood thirst now that she had seen that he looked no less human than she did, al be it a bit on the pale side...he wondered what her abilties were...she had to have one....a slow grin formed on his face...

"A rather interesting title...you do not look like the old headmistress of a oudated school, nor a teacher. In fact far from it...." He drawled, still watching with dark eyes.

He felt her hand on his shoulder, and being the sort of man who craves any sort of physical contact he can get, he didn't really mind. Infact he would've encouraged it if he had known whether or not she would send him back to the stone age...

"Who or what? My dear...my most inviting Ms. Noel..." He purred, "I am alot more than what many assume. I am a posessor, someone who can see through the eyes of others, and make them do things that would make Jack the Ripper squirm..." He explained, a grin still on his face. "I can harness darkness itself, and it serves me so well..." He wouldn't mention his fear of light as it really inhibited his power..."I am known by many names...in Arabic, I am known as Belial, in Rome, I was known as Nero, as Brutus...In Babylon I was Cain...to many I am known as Legion, to some Lucifer...but I liked the name that my unfortunate victim earned near the turn of the twentieth century...the Ripper...."

He then added, "Although Legion will do nicely as it is my birthname..." With a rather short laugh. "But what interest do you have in me, you do not seem to be a temptress toying with the desires of a victim...so why would you want to approach me?" He asked thoughtfully, choosing his fluid words carefully.

With a rather rude snort, Crystal rolled her eyes. Just who did this guy think he was? She was the only one allowed to talk that highly of herself. No one else was that worthy. She then checked her empathy sensors, seeing that this guy was stating what seemed to be the truth. It did take a great liar to fool her powers, and he didn't seem all to great to her.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, but you speak as if you are the god amongst all evils. And you just may be that. But before you can claim that title, there are a few people you may need to go through, Ripper." She said with a toss of her hair.

Right now she was pushing his buttons, seeing how far she could take this conversations. She wasn't one to learn about people through her psychic abilities, but more than nagging and bosshing it out of them in a way that made some hate her to no limits. She looked away from him for a little while, gathering most of her thoughts.

Turning back to where he stood, she smiled at him like only she could. "What I want with you, is something new. Something you may have never felt before. A new change. I'm into new things, and things that aren't as they seem. And, Mr.Ripper, are everything I'm looking for at the moment."

He was rather surprised by the sound she had made, but not angered...yet. He just wondered, did she not believe him? that was reasonable, considering his boasts. Not many could do that...but his powers stopped his aging once they developed to a certain point...he was a decent liar, subterfuge was easy to him, especially when he had to use another's body to do so...but he didn't lie about boasts...he was too proud...

"Oh, forgive me, Ms. Noel. I am but a bit too enthusiastic to impress, it appears..." He replied with a rather sordid laugh. "But...those people I must go through...interesting. Tell me...are you familiar with the crimes of Jack the Ripper?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, a curious look again on his face. If he was anything, he knew how to talk. But there was somehting...something that told him that even if he did lie, he wouldn't get far with it....it just made him wonder even more what she could do...

"Something new? Intriguing..." He replied, a grin again forming on his face. Now...he had grown up with a lack of any sort of human contact, except for his parents...may they rot. He had developed a sort of in-grown hatred for other people, so he used to recoil quickly. But in the recent years, he had begun to yearn to be around other people, and to be spoken too without cringing or comparing him to one of those forsaken, 'goths'....

"Me? Everything your looking for?" He repeated. "Do...say more..." Again she had smiled, now during his long time on earth, he had seen many women, but none with the sort of confidence and personality she was exhibiting right this very moment...

She raised her eyebrows at him. He didn't seem to be opposing her at all, which was something new. When a random woman walked up to people and started to tell them about how she'd been searching for them, they tend to get scared and try to fight or run away. Neither which would work against her. Maybe he was smarter than she gave him credit for. She decided it was time to use the power of illusion to her affect.

" There was once a little girl in Harlem, she had everything she wanted and everything she needed. Money, parents, friends, the works." And as Crystal began to talk, the scenery around them changed, a younger version of the woman, dances across a nearby street, with three other kids, laughing. It was now broad daylight, and the city seemed to have taken a dramatic change in structure.

"But, humans being humans, found out that the family was of mutant decent, and killed the parents of this little girl." And as she said that sentence the night she discovered her powers came into view. Teenage Crystal's eyes flashing orange and rose, three men flying around a room, then her walking out covered in blood.

"That night, the girl decided that she would make a difference, and make sure that nothing like that would ever happen to mutants again. And so she set out into the world, looking for a cause. And she found that cause."

Now a Crystal that looked a little younger than the present walked into an office, shook a man's hand and then walked out. The scenes then changed to her fighting some man in yellow. Soon it changed to pointing at certain people and shaking hands with a new man, someone who seemed to be a partner of some sort.

" And along with a friend of hers, she became the heart and soul of that cause. And so she went out to look for help with her cause." And at that moment, the two were surrounded in darkness.

"And you Ripper, can be my help."

She wasn't fooled easily, that he was sure of. No he didn't see the need to attack or flee...besides posession, he really preferred to stay away from attacking women, except for when the time came to cause another slaughter of the century, then no one was safe, depending on who he was possessing to do so...he was an intelligent one; he'd been around for a very long time....that was enough to learn so much of the world...both the enlightening and dark periods...Not to mention it wasn't like he'd want to run from her...he liked having attention of a jaw dropping woman on him, even if she might be disgusted with the likes of him....

" There was once a little girl in Harlem, she had everything she wanted and everything she needed. Money, parents, friends, the works."

Then the scenery changed...from a dark church, to...broad daylight?! He immediatly squinted for a second and recoiled. Maybe she'd notice his weakness to light, and even one of illusion worried him. It took all of his resolve not to lash out and then flee...but he was transfixed by the illusion of this very woman, Ms. Noel...only younger...

"But, humans being humans, found out that the family was of mutant decent, and killed the parents of this little girl."

Then something else came up...the violence...he could just feel the emotion behind that attack as if he were there that very night...such violence...and to those who deserve it so much, it pleased him to no end. Her eyes flashed orange, and then carnage. He felt a slow grin spread onto his pale face as he saw the girl exit covered in that beautiful blood....but these illusions; they were so real!

Something about this might seem dreadfully familiar to him...only the discovery of his powers caused others to outcast him...and he didn't snap in a night of violence....he grew to hate humanity, and became dedicated to destroy what they created, by causing as much strife, discord, and slaughter as he could, forcing humans by invading their bodies...then it was human versus human, let them pay for their many sins...

"That night, the girl decided that she would make a difference, and make sure that nothing like that would ever happen to mutants again. And so she set out into the world, looking for a cause. And she found that cause."

She had done something here...joined someone, fighting....new man...he was just so transfixed by these illusions! He was still old fashioned, adapting to the changing world...

" And along with a friend of hers, she became the heart and soul of that cause. And so she went out to look for help with her cause."

Darkness...he felt at home. He felt whole again in this darkness, he let it envelope him. He would always be at home in the dark....what did it represent here?

"And you Ripper, can be my help."

So she wanted his help? Would it be benificial...he was sure it would...for both parties....he thought for a second, his face now devoid of any emotion. Then a slow smile formed on his face and he nodded.

"It appears that I can be...what do you wish of me..." He asked.

She stared at him, with a small glare in her eyes. She was definitely enjoying herself. This man seemed indifferent, something she liked about him. Hopefully his indifference was clouding more furious features. But then again, maybe that would be a good thing.

" I simply ask that you aid me, help me to reach my dream. Help to promote mutant supremacy over human supremacy. But that is not all my friend. I'm speaking of a whole new world. I'm speaking of a band of mutants who make this world spin, only no one knows. Mutants who do mercenary work an are in fact mercenaries. We have a plan, a plan for greatness."

She paused, causing each and every member of the Superior X's face to flash by around them in a circular pattern.

"My only question for you, Mr.Ripper, is; are you ready for greatness?"

He watched her, he wondered what she thought about him. He was sure she'd dealt with many people who claimed the same things he did, and he was sure that she'd dealt with people who put up a front. Nothing really surprised him after thousands of years, but he was rather surprised by this woman. Maybe because she exuded that sort of confidence that he rarely saw. Women who looked like that were never as dynamic as her, from what he remembered....

"Supremacy? I've always been one of the minority....human and mutant, and neither side has expressed wanting me since birth...but greatness sounds tempting. A whole new world? I've seen 'new worlds' centuries of the same stuff under a different name to suit the times...." He laughed.

"But this seems different. A band of mutants, running the world ...I like the sound of that."

He watched the faces, there were many by his count, all many different faces, colors, etc.

"I have always been ready for greatness...but I also wish to be infamous..."

Her smile was nothing short of a reassurance to answer his statement. So it wasn't just the good old ruling of the world, he wanted to be known. And known for an act that would go down in the history books. She could only see it now. She gave it a second though if she was going to say what she wanted to say. And then, with a small nod to herself mostly, she began to speak.

" You want to infamous? That's just a minute obstacle. If you accompany me, infamous won't even be the word! Picture this, many years form now, children read about Hitler and Fidel Castro. They read about FDR and JFK. And then, they read about Luciano Legion Sanguigno." She said with a simple smile, showing that she knew more than he thought she did.

"Your name will be a household one, and when people hear it, they will think of fear. They will shiver at the very thought of you being a part of their history, a part of them."

"But, you must know, that with this choice comes hate and possible death. If your skills are not honed to the max, you will be killed. Our enemies are no joke."

"So, suga, you in?"

That did it. That just did it for him, and a full grin spread onto his features as he listened to what she had assured would happen. They would do something so infamous that they would go down in the history book for being just plain...evil...the domination was an added asset, of course. He was really liking the sound of this.

"That is music to my ears, especially when spoken by such a prize as yourself!" He laughed, rather pleased at his new associate's offer.

"Very well then, I will join you. Do not fret on my abilities, I have lived for a very long time...I've been taken down many times, you learn alot when your thought dead. Besides...no one has been able to strike darkness down..." He added as an afterthought.

"Where shall you have me go?" He asked, looking back towards her more curiously than before. He wondered where the base of operations was at...with an organization like this...there had to be one.

"I'm at your whim..."

With a raised eyebrow, she laughed to herself basically. She knew she had done what she needed to do. He was now apart of what she wanted. He was on their side, and he would be a rather useful addition to the crop she called the Superior X. A new chapter would begin with Ripper, and she couldn't wait to read the book.

Walking over to him she put her hands the side of his face. She then pulled him towards her and kissed him. She then released her grip, smiling at his cold face. There had been great reason that she had kissed him, and he would know soon enough. But for now it was time for her to go.

"You have all the information you'll need for your next step, suga. Just follow your thoughts." She had in fact, with a simple kiss, relayed the location of the Superior X headquarters inside his mind.

"Don't keep me waiting, I tend to get rather bitchy when I'm stood up." Her voice would be more distant this time, almost gone. She herself would be almost gone, on to do her various dark deeds. Who else after all, could be the Queen of all evil.

That had put him in a bit of a uncharacteristic daze; he was half confused, due to his mutation he hadn't even had a person touch his face let alone kiss him. Well he was in a sort of silent stupor for a few seconds to say the least. He was more than dissapointed when she pulled away, but he wouldn't let her know that...of course he was sure she could probably find that out if she wanted to with her skills.

He just stared when she spoke, try to put off the fact that she had uncovered a major weakness of his. Of course it was all bittersweet by the fact that he had just realized that her kissing him might not have had any reasons beyond relaying information..."Yes, Ms. Noel, I believe you've shown me the way..." He replied with a solemn nod.

"Stand you up? My dear...I'll be there early..." He assured, he would be there, in fact, they might be surprised as to how fast he got there.

He listened to her next part, he could hear her voice fading...how had she gotten away so quickly? He looked around....