X-MEN: ELEMENTAL







DISCLAIMER: The X-MEN universe does not belong to me, however Connie Harris, the mysterious male and the mysterious female do belong to me. Not Beta read.





This is set in a town near to Bayville called CedarWood, people are vaguely familiar with the goings on in Bayville but do not have any direct connections. I have only seen half of the second series so cannot be accurate of the plot developments but this story has very little to do with the canon characters, they may, and I mean may make an appearance.

This first chapter is PG-13, onwards it will probably end up R rated due to the fact I like gory details!







On with the show........





A smartly dressed woman sat reading at one of the library tables, her hair a deep brown was tied in a ponytail and stretched down to her mid back. Silver rimmed reading glasses perched on her roman nose and studious eyes watched from them taking in the writing in the book. She wore a bright yellow dress atop a white T-shirt and tan sandals that rested comfortably on her feet.

The woman fetched a deep sigh and placed the book apon the table. She put one delicate hand to her temple and massaged it, her eyes closing in thought. She rolled her shoulders back and stretched her back, adding another sigh, deeper this time and long drawn out.

Bored, that was what she was. Bored out of her mind. Connie Harris, caucasion, 5'8, 19 years old, intelligent, bilingual, assistant teacher in a promising career and bored out of her little head.

She leaned foward and looked at the cover of her book, The History of the French Revolution. God! No wonder she was fed up, out of the all the subjects, she hated History the most and here she was studying a book for an upcoming class.

That was it she decided , no more research. Connie picked up the book and replaced it from where she had retreived it from and left the building.

Outside and Connie regreted leaving instantly.

Where the library was peaceful and quite and decidely orderly, out in the streets was utter chaos. Running for their lives, were the citizens of CedarWood, screaming incoherantly, speeding down the road as if the very devil himself was after them. Connies eyes widened in pure shock, just what in the hell was going on? Of course the answer was immediatley obvious, for standing at the corner of the street was a person, doing decidely strange and dangerous things.

A man, indistinguishable from where Connie was standing, nothing out of the ordinary from that, but for the fact that he was glowing in blue light, proving the denominating factor that he was the cause of the panic on the streets. He stood there, arms out-stretched to the sky, standing tall and straight, trying to reach as far as he could. All around him was the buzzing of electrical current, the blue light, that leeked from his position, crawled along the ground, seeming as if alive, coiling like snakes.

Connie took an involuntary step back, a small weak gasp escaping from her throat. Her eyes bulged from behind her spectacles, the grey in them turning ghostly. She could not believe what she was seeing. Yet despite that she was unconciousley aware that the sky was no longer sunny and clear but had clouded over with dark silver and black clouds that shut away the light in a blanket of darkness.

The momentary shock quickly faded and turned to curiousity. Who was that strange man? Connie felt she had to find out regardless of the potential danger.

She stepped to the curb on the opposite side and tried to sneak along the pavement using the cars lined alongside the road to cover her movements. Her heart thumped in its chamber at a temendous rate, her nerves were afire. Eventually she found herself inline with the mysterious man and leaned out from a parked jeep to get a better look at him.

The man in question looked to be in his early twenties, his hair was short and mousy brown and flew about his head within the electrical storm that he surrounded himself with. He had a average frame that was neither strong or weak. Connie guessed his height at little more then six feet tall.

A serious expression marred his good looks, his mouth little more then a straight line, his eyes wide and hard, blue lightning flashing in them. He appeared to be concentrating on the air above him and hardly aware of his environment. Connie took the opportunity to get in closer being careful to avoid his line of sight, the ground beneath her thrumbing with life as she moved.

WHAT WAS SHE DOING! Connie senses came back to her at that moment, she paused mid stride and shook her head in disbelief. That was all it took.

The stranger swung his head at the unusual movement and caught sight of her. Each paused in stunned surprise, staring at the other, but the man regained himself first and smiled at Connie. Fear took her over for the smile was anything but pleasant, in fact it was more of a smirk that boded ill for her.

He brought down his arms and turned his body so he could face her directly, the blue lightning dimming with but the grey sky and the shimmering ground showing testament to the mans powers. He leaned his head slightly to assess her and Connie in terror could do nothing but stand at his observation.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! her mind repeated while he watched her. The litany grew in urgency as he took a step towards her, her mind trying to quell the terror by continuing the chant. His hands flexed in and out as he took more steps, the distance between them closing from the initial thirty feet.

The flash storm that had quieted began to grow once more, the air churning in electrical current. Blue light escaped from the mans fingers and finally the spell on Connie broke. She twisted awkwardly from her position and made an attempt to run but by the time she moved it was too late.

His eyes glinted down into slits and he quickly raised his hands pointing at her. Large bolts of lightning zoomed from them and hit Connie squarely on the back. The next thing she knew she was flying through the air, her body spasming with electricity and then she slammed into the side of the jeep she had originally hidden behind and her twisting, twitching body fell hard to the fall.

Connies battered, confused mind tried to tell her what happened but she was too shocked. Her body betrayed her by shuddering from the blast, blue light briefly flaring across her form. Unable to process movement from her brain she laid there convulsing, spittle drooling down her chin. Dimly she thought of the stranger but even this was too much for her weakened self to comprehend. Darkness tinged her outer vision and Connie gratefully welcomed it, the pain and reacting nerves giving her reason. Slowly the darkness grew and Connie finally gave out, oblivion taking her in its embrace.







He looked down upon the womans inert form and sniffed loudly, disregarding her almost immediatley. The stranger turned and stood where he had been originally, the air charging up once again. He reached as far as he could and lightning dominated the area. Gradually he lost himself in his mysterious endeavor and fell into a light trance.

Once more he was shaken from his reverie, a loud piercing scream rattling in his ears. Disturbed again! This time they would pay dearly. Pivoting at the source, he raised his arms length wise determined to vapourise the annoying distraction and was faced with an incredible sight. A woman on rollerblades was tearing down the road towards him, a big grin settling on her face and an immence yell parting from her lips.

YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH!

He was flabbergasted. What strange, insane woman was this? She was heading at him at fall tilt, the earth beneath her barely touched. Short brown hair flew about her , very frizzy bright red bangs bounced at her temples, and hazel eyes shone with barely contained energy and mischieve.

The yell tapered off but still she came, closing the gap between them at an incredible rate. Again she voiced her intent.

YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH!

It was then that he noticed to his amazement that she left in her wake a trail of flames that licked at her heels as if she had laid a path of gasoline for it to follow.

Mutant!, he thought as she closed in. He could not continue to be interrupted with these distraction and sent from his palms a new bolt of lightning. The woman dodged it with agile ease, faster the the average person, her smile widening, eagerly accepting the challange. She zoomed to his side and in return spewed fire from her own palm. The man had little time to avoid the reciprocating attack and suddenly found himself a living fireball, flames riding up his jacket in eagerness to reach unprotected skin. With quick desperation, he flung his jacket from his body and attempted to put it out by stamping on it.

The fire out, he turned to look for the challanger and found her standing not far from him, hand on hip and grinning foolishly. Rage began to boil in his veins as if the fire had reached within him. How DARE this woman get the better of him, standing there with her low hung red flared trousers and red check shirt looking for all the world as the biggest cheshire cat going.

" What's the matter blue boy, can't take the heat! "

Now that infuriating woman was mocking him in voice. This would not do, this would not do at all.

" Not speaking to me then? " she hung her head to one side and appraised him with the smile still fixed firmly on her face.

" You have been a very bad boy, dont you know that. Naughty little boys like you should be spanked, shame on you. "

He grounded his teeth together and glared at her through slitted eyes.

" I guess it is time to set the ball rolling dont ya think? Or in this case a fireball "

Then with sudden speed sent forth through tunneled hands a great ball of fire and flung it at his direction. His eyes widened in surprise and he ducked from the oncoming projectile, landing hard on the concrete surface. He barely had time before another fireball was aimed his way and once again dodged it only to have the woman flinging herself at him, fist raised for close combat.

Desperatley with little time to think, he raised his own fist in protection, feeling the womans full weight pushed apon him. Her fists flew at him catching bare unyielding flesh and he tried with the little manouverability he had to block them. The pummeling forced him backwards a step at a time and he felt himself beginning to cave in on the onslaught. NO MORE! he thought and found his inner rage to retaliate.

A well placed punch sent the woman staggering back but for his chagrin the smile never left her face. He raised his palm out and sent forth another bolt catching the woman in the stomach but unlike with his previous victim before, she did not collapse but took the brunt with relative ease. Her head, initially down from cushioning the blow raised itself and showed a half snarl, half grin with all the sanity of a maniac.

" Pretty good, " she whispered, "but is it good enough? "

It was then he realised this woman was insane and eager to fight to the death.

Taking the intiative this time, he spiralled away bringing up a tornado of lightning that spread about his being, whipping up litter and zapping it into dust. He projected the spiral at the woman sending sparks trailing along the ground. She tried to evade but found her body heavy and unresponsive. The bolts lashed around her charring her skin but she did not scream despite the pain. Instead she closed her eyes and concentrated within, soon fire lapped from her feet and climbed her body gradually enveloping her in a coat of fire. Then with sudden movement lashed out her arms sending forth the shower of blaze cancelling out the tornado that held her in its grip.

The man shielded his face as the fire passed him and felt it his skin burning at its momentary caress. Temporarly blinded he did not see his opponent attack him, raising one foot so that that the hard underside of her rollerblade was facing outwards. He only became aware as it connected with his stomach sending the air from his lungs, something within cracking under the pressure sending flares of pain up into his brain.

Spots began to creep into his vision and a deep ache resided in his chest. The agony of mildly burnt flesh and unbearable suffering from obviously broken ribs sent his mind cruising making it difficult for him to concentrate or see yet another fireball aimed at him.

He briefly opened his eyes and barely caught the next attack. Regardless of his protesting body he managed to roll away from the deadly missile, his breath catching in his throat. Then what began as a meer titter turned into full gail laughter, the woman finding the whole situation hilarious and it was then that the man decided that the best thing to do was to retreat.

What his intentions were before the crazy female had turned up had to be discarded to save his bacon and using what strength he could gather raised himself from the ground intending to leave.

She watched through calculating eyes beneath her mirth but did not venture to attack him again. It was then that he realised he could hear sirens in the distance, no doubt called by one of the retreating masses when he had showed up.

" Let this be a message to you young man! ", she giggled.

" Would love to stay and continue, but as you can hear we will soon have some company and undoubtabley you wish to leave with your puppy dog tail between your legs. "

" Get bent you nutcase ", he growled through clenched teeth.

She raised her eyebrows at his first spoken words but did not mention upon them. Instead she smartly turned and glided off on her blades without even a glance back. He paused for a moment, taking in her appearance making note for an almost certain rematch before he too faded away from the scene, hurt, angry and vengeful.











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There it is the first chapter, I hope it was not too bad. I am considering whether to make this, not so much an interactive fic but a readers participation fic where you send in characters to compliment the story rather then to take center stage. I will tell you at some point on my decision in one of the future chapters so until then do not send in any but I am quite happy to take in any suggestions on where you want to see the story going, I have a basic plot that is open for interperitation.

I appologise for any spelling mistakes, I am not a brilliant speller and this is written on a program that does not include a spellchecker.

Reviews very welcome. Please I insist. Pretty please.



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