An X-Men Evolution Christmas Carol
By HazelEyes 401
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Disclaimer: I don't own X-men Evolution or the story A Christmas Carol.
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A/N: I felt in the Christmas mood and have had this story floating in my head for a few days and I though you guys might enjoy it. Have a Merry Christmas.
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Chapter 1: Prologue
The day before Christmas Eve, the Xavier's institute for gifted children was encased in snow blocking all of the students from going home for Christmas. This institute was filled with students who decided to make the best of things even if they wouldn't be spending time with blood family. Everyone at the institute was determined to make this a joyous occasion all except for one. This most unhappy mutant at the institute was a very unhappy soul indeed. He saw every stranger as a threat to the students but there was one student he was far more protective of. We don't know if it was due to the feeling of isolation these two shared through their mutations. She was isolated from having any physical contact with another human or mutant for the rest of her life. He was isolated from deep relationships due to his healing factor that has caused him to live for over a hundred years and not age a day over 25. Or perhaps it was their lack of family over the years. His family had passed away over a century ago. Her family had abandoned her being thrown into foster care after a brutal childhood that passed on into her teenage years when she was used like a tool for other people's gain. Whatever the reason, we do know that these two were connected in a protector-friend relationship that could be classified as a type of family that runs deeper than blood. It is this adamantium linked bond that has brought on so much sorrow and misery between these two. This sorrow was felt throughout the institute and touched every student whenever they passed either mutant causing a chill to pass down the spine of the passerby.
What is the reason for this cloak of misery and disdain? It comes up the drive carrying the protector's most prized and treasure student. Let's observe. . . .
A snowmobile comes up the snow drowned lawn as it carries a passenger dressed in dark green ski coat and black ski pants wearing a covered helmet. The driver wore a brown trench coat over a red sweater and black ski pants and ski boots also wearing a helmet. As the snowmobile approaches the mansion, a dark figure dressed in dark blue ski coat and ski pants jumps from the roof to the front of the lawn and menacingly approaches the travelers.
"Stripes," the warmly dressed man growls to the pair,"you should have been home an hour ago."
"Give me a break, Logan. Have ya seen the roads tonight? Ah'm surprised these snowmobiles can get through." The green clad rider removed her helmet to show auburn hair with a pair of white striped bangs framing a pale face with purple eye shadow and dark lipstick.
"Then you should not have been out there with the roads as they are." Logan continued to growl as he glared at the driver.
"I was careful, Logan. You didn' t'ink I would let Cherie get hurt, did you?" The driver wearing the trench coat removed his helmet to show a tan face with short dark brown hair and a pair of striking red on black eyes that smirked to the older mutant.
"Gambit," Logan glared at the driver, "what were you doing here when you picked her up in the first place?" Logan barely held his anger as Rogue dismounted from the snowmobile and handed her helmet to Gambit who stored it away in a compartment under the second seat.
"I came by t' visit an' t' see if Cherie wanted t' see de Christmas lights. It is Christmas, mon ami." Gambit smirked to Logan as he growled darker.
"It's alright, Logan. Ah'm back and not hurt. Thank you, Remy it was nice ta get out of the mansion for a few hours." Rogue turned to Gambit then looked Logan square in the eyes.
"I will see ya later, Cherie." Gambit bid her farewell as he drove his snowmobile down the drive and off the mansion grounds leaving his girlfriend and her father figure on the lawn.
"Rogue, what were you doing with him?"
"We were lookin' at the Christmas lights. Why is that such a problem, Logan?"
"IT is a problem because it is with him." Logan jabbed a finger at the gate indicating the retreating Cajun.
"Remy would not let anything happen ta me, Logan. Besides what are ya going ta do? Ground me?" Rogue asked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest raising an eyebrow at him.
"Yes, as a matter of fact that's exactly what I plan on doing."
"WHAT!! Ya can't ground me, Logan." The argument between the two mutants was growing louder in intensity and started drawing attention from the other students who were similarly trapped by the snow.
"Oh, yes I can. As long as you live under this roof you will live by these rules!" Logan was yelling at this point and pointing at Rogue.
"Yeah, well Ah don't have ta live here, Logan. Ah can leave whenevah Ah want!" Rogue started yelling at Logan as she pressed her foot in the ground, trying not to lose her temper.
"You're not going anywhere! You have to finish school and you're not old enough to live on your own!" Logan yelled at Rogue as a look of shock started to form on her face.
"Well, Ah am 17 years old and Ah'm NOT A CHILD, LOGAN. If Ah want ta leave then there's nothing that ya can do about it. SO GET USED TO IT!" Rogue finished yelling as she stomped off into the mansion. Logan stared after her and looked at his watch.
"It is 10pm on December 23. Some Christmas this is going to be." Logan mumbled to himself as he watched the fuming girl enter the mansion and go to her room. Before he followed Rogue inside, he snarled at the gate and almost dared the Cajun to enter those gates again.
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A poorly lit area is seen as three figures float around a Christmas wreath showing the previous fight at Xavier's institute.
"So, this is the person the boss wants us to help?" A childlike voice is heard coming from a floating cloak of white.
"Apparently this one is in need of help even if he doesn't believe so." A jolly voice in a cloak of cheery green light exclaimed.
"But can he change? What do you see YTC?" The child asked a black cloak with red eyes peeking from the hood.
"………" The black cloak pointed a corner to the sphere.
"So he can change, but it will be difficult." The child interpreted for the cloak.
"And how will he change?" The jolly voice asked the cloak.
"……He……must……trust…us." A raspy whispering voice emanated from the black cloak.
"So we will have to be in forms he recognizes." The jolly voice surmised as the black cloak nods.
"We……must…choose…forms……wisely." The cloak rasped in a voice that was obviously underused.
"Let's watch them further until we are called and then we can choose our forms then." The jolly voice exclaimed to the group as the other forms nodded their cloaks in the affirmative.
A/N: Who are the cloaks? From the title, I'm pretty sure that you can guess. But can you guess the characters that will play these ghosts? We will see. For a hint, one of the ghosts will be an original character that I am developing for my story of Days and Events.
A/N2: The Christmas bug bit me and is preventing me from uploading more on ODAE until I have satisifed this bug. I hope you enjoy this story and it gets you in the holiday spirit.