Hello! I'm once again writing some X-Men fanfiction. I may not be able to update as fast as I did for the Perfect Weapon, though. Mainly because I'm working on writing a story on a different account, and I am bound and determined to keep finishing them. So until then, I hope you like this one! Pairings:
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Faces of the Heart
Chapter One
It had been three months since she had done it. Since she had made the biggest choice in her life. Now she was no longer Rogue, a mutant with a power deadly to everyone, including possibly herself. No, she was now only Marie D'Ancanto, a human that still worried endlessly that she would hurt others like she had before. When she returned to the school, she was emitted back as a beloved professor. Lord knew that the school was in desperate need for them. This problem was quickly solved, as Professor Munroe made several calls to old friends, managing to bring a few old guests in at their hour of need.
Warren had been placed in charge of several political classes while Hank took up philosophy. Three old friends were brought in from different areas of the world: Remy LeBeau, who took it upon himself to teach French and Danger Room sessions (and to some particular students, the art of gambling), Alex Summers, distraught by his brother's death, hurried to take his place as shop professor and some gym classes, and then there was Kurt Wagner who had returned from rallies in Germany to teach nothing else but German and—surprisingly—partnering up with Logan for the other half of the gym classes. They were still in need of a medical aid, so until Ororo could find one, she relied upon herself the duty of putting bandaids on students.
The school had definitely changed. Ororo was trying to keep it going, although it became rather evident that things were going to be hard to deal with. Finances seemed to be getting tighter, even with all of the money Charles had left the school. They needed to make money fast, and sending students around door to door selling cookies as a fundraiser really didn't seem like that smart of an idea.
Yet even with all of the change and trouble, Marie would never ask for anything else. Sometimes she felt the familiar tingle of her mutation, as if it was returning, but still she hadn't hurt anyone yet. That was all that mattered to her, but she made sure to keep a pair of gloves with her at all times just out of fear. After all, there had been some reports of the cure returning—those had definitely been newscasts that had scared her. Still, if it returned, it did. She at least had had months to herself…of being who she really was, without fear.
"Professor D'Ancanto," a student suddenly spoke up, hand raised. They had been reading from a book of short story collections. She had taken it upon herself to teach American Short Stories, since all she basically had to do was read the stories along with the students.
"Yes, Emily?" she asked, directing her attention to the girl who had a clawed hand in the air. This was due to the cat mutation the girl had, which also left her with a tendency to act rather paranoid and finicky and points. That, and she had rather remarkable animal senses.
"Professor Drake is at the door for you."
Turning quickly, she noted that the door was closed and there hadn't been a knock. Suddenly, however, she could see a pair of feet under the door. An urgent rapping sound caused her to stand up quickly. Opening the door, she saw a panicked look on Bobby's face. "Marie, you need to hurry up, it's important."
"Oooh," a boy in back, Marie couldn't see who, grinned. "Mr. Drake is gonna get some."
"Hey, I heard that. You can rest assured I'll be back, Mr. Wexler," Bobby pointed back towards the individual. "Now everyone behave, this is very serious."
With that he dragged a rather confused Marie from the room, a chorus of suggestive comments following behind them before he reached the foyer. It was dark out, rain pouring down as thunder rolled above. It couldn't have been a gloomier day to tell her what he was about to say. The room was empty, and quickly pulling her arm from his now, she stopped to look at him with questioning eyes. "Bobby, what's going on?"
Sighing, he bit his lip nervously before responding. "Something's been happening. It's all over the news and I thought it'd be best if you…if you heard it from me before anyone else." He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his stomach churning. How could he tell her something like this? That she was going to…that she would most likely…
"Bobby, what is it?" her voice was confused, nearly trembling.
Bringing his gaze up to her eyes, those beautiful eyes, he felt his voice faltering. "They…I mean you might…the cure…Marie, there's been a problem. The cure has been…"
They were interrupted by a loud crack of lightning, followed only by a furious knock on the door. One that didn't stop for even a second in its persistence.
Bobby cringed, knowing that this would interrupt the importance of what he had to say. Normally he would call her back as she went to open the door, only he knew that whoever was out there must be miserable in the downpour.
He couldn't have been more correct, for as she pulled on the handle, he felt his heart leap to his throat in disgust. There stood a drenched John, shaking from the unnatural cold as not an inch of him was dry. It looked almost as if he had just fallen in a pool.
Both X-Men stood in disbelief, staring in shock without knowing what to say at this surprising return. His pathetic appearance even left Bobby without a retort, not making an attempt to send him from the mansion. That worked for John, because he had something to tell them.
"Magneto…he's dead. Everyone's dying, anyone who took the cure…" his voice trailed off, his eyes puffy almost as if he had been crying. No doubt he was confused with the loss of his old leader. "I don't know what to do. Mystique, she's so sick. I couldn't get her out of the base. Please help me."
Well, there goes the first chapter! I've been planning this story for months, so I would REALLY appreciate a good response for this. My last story had so many reviews compared to my usual, I was to the point of nearly crying. Thank you so much to all who reviewed on there. I love all my readers and it makes me feel floaty inside when I get a response, haha. Well, Happy New Years to everyone!