A Plane Crash
They were all the results of a plane crash: little Ororo Munroe
lost her parents, David and N'Dare Munroe, and became entrapped by her
claustrophobia.
Disclaimer: This notice will appear once throughout this story. It
is only needed once and merely takes up space. I don't own Storm or any of the
other X-Men. This is purely a non-profit story used to express the admiration a
fan and his try at creativity.
April 16, 2002 6:30pm EST Westchester, NY
Caramel skin was lightly beat upon by the dim lights of the recessed lighting
systems of the Library. The woman who owned this golden complexion also
displayed long white hair which flowed with a lose curl down to the middle of
her back. Her brown eyes scanned across a book as she sat with her legs crossed
in a window seat. Her back was against a smooth wooden interior and the evening
sky was letting only a small ounce of light into the room other than the
man-made lighting. Her name was Ororo Munroe, and her residence was at the
Xavier Institute for the Gifted. Gifted did not mean simply intellectually
skilled. This school was for mutants.
Mutants were believed to be the next phase for humans. They were
born with extraordinary abilities that sparked during teenage years. And yes,
Ororo was one of these mutants. Her abilities were unlike those of others. She
held the abilities to control the weather, elements, and even the stars in the
heavens.
She looked up when she heard someone enter the Library, but soon
returned to her book. Her brown eyes read the pages carefully and she seemed to
be driven with frustration as she heard her name. "Ororo," a deep
voice sad as Bishop approached her. He had brown eyes, but much darker than
Ororo's. His hair was black but looked blue under the glisten of light.
"Dinner's done."
"Thank you Bishop, I shall be down shortly," Ororo
answered as she returned to her book, hoping that he would go downstairs. But
she was unable to concentrate on the words while she continued to notice Bishop
standing there in the corner of her eye. "Is there something you
need?" she finally asked out of agitation.
"What are you reading?" he asked as he walked over to
her.
She reluctantly closed the book and concealed the title as she
stood up from her relaxed position. "It is none of your business. Now if
you will excuse me, I am going to eat my dinner," she said as she brushed
pass him in a rush.
He lightly laid a hand on her shoulder, "There's something
wrong, Ororo. And you know you can talk to me about it. I'm not your boyfriend
so you can hide secrets from me. You should be able to talk to me... I want you
to be able to talk to me."
"Perhaps you are right," she said and turned around to
look into his eyes. She held the book up and revealed the title: Lonely Songs.
When noticing the perplexed look on Bishop's face she began to explain the
book, "It is a novel about a child who lost her parents at a young age.
Although it does not include the details of my past, it reminds me very much of
everything I have gone through. Every time I read this book I cannot help but
to remember my parents and what happened in Egypt. It makes me sad."
"Then why don't you stop reading it? You should stop feeding
all these bad memories to yourself to get sick off of," he said, pulling
her close to him and allowing her to lay her head on his chest. This was one of
his favorite things to do. To console her in her time of need and to have her
head on his chest with the pleasantries of her perfume and peach body spray
entering his nose.
"You do not understand," she said, wrapping her arms
around him. She was much shorter than he was, eight inches shorter, to be
exact, but this difference in height made her feel comforted. To have someone
big and strong holding her was more than enough to allow her to feel protected
instead of a helpless child under a falling building.
"What's there to understand? If it hurts you so much you
should let it go," he mentioned again, holding her tighter than before as
her arms fully wrapped around him.
"I am unable to stop reading the book. Every time I read it I
remember what my mother sounded like when she played with me, and I remember
the stern stance of my father as he prepared to go out and work. Whenever he
would get ready to go he would come and give me a kiss on my cheek and do the
same to my mother. Although I was very young, I can somehow remember it all.
Perhaps some memories are always in our minds," she paused for a moment,
"We just need something to help us remember them."
"So what do you do when you finish the book?" he asked,
knowing that he was going to be unable to persuade her to let it go.
"I have been contemplating giving Forge a visit," she
said.
"Forge?" Bishop asked in surprise. Despite having the
"M" tattoo removed from his eye, Ororo had also influenced him in a
hidden hatred for Forge. Forge, the man that had once proposed to Ororo, then
lost the gut and took the proposal away. This had caused Ororo almost more the
pain that she could bear. It was only a miracle that she had not taken his
life.
"With his expertise in time travel technology, I have been
thinking about going back in time and preventing my parent's death," Ororo
said, backing away from Bishop. She held the book in front of her with both
hands and looked down at it.
"That's a pretty good idea, but what will Charles say?"
Bishop said. He was not normally one to be so laid back, he had been the member
of a future time where mutants were hated and killed. When he had first come to
the X- Men of the past he was very militant. The compassion of the Windrider,
Ororo, had broken him down to a very understanding person.
"This time Charles will not be saying much. He will not be
able to dismay me from my decision. I have already made it and this is a
definite choice. I need to do this," she says as she takes her eyes off
the book and looks up to Bishop's face.
"I'm going with you," he said as he bent down and
planted a kiss on her nose then to her mouth.
April 17, 2002 6:30am EST Westchester, NY
"Charles, may I come in?" Ororo said with her white hair
tied behind her head. She was an early morning person. She would garden her
plants in the attic of the mansion while the dew was still on the grass
outside. She was an excellent gardener due to her mutant abilities. She could
create small rain clouds to water the plants and even call the attention of the
sun, which would rise early in the morning to bring light to her plants. This
morning, though, she did not do that. She had showered, dressed in a long skirt
and blouse and sat in her room for an hour. Although Bishop was not an early
person, she had convinced him to join her in the early morning hours to talk
with Xavier.
"Yes Ororo, please," the bald mentor said as he rolled
from behind his desk in his contemporary wheelchair. "I am a bit surprised
to see you this morning. What seems to be your concern?"
"Charles, I have been thinking about getting in contact with
Forge again. I want to use his time traveling technology to go back in time and
rescue my parents from the crash that killed them, and perhaps myself from
being traumatized with claustrophobia."
"Ororo, I implore you to think this over before you take
action," Xavier said, not wanting to release one of his most prized
pupils.
"Charles, she's already thought about it and she's capable of
making her own decisions. You should know how much this hurts her," Bishop
said with his cranky voice and a hand to his forehead. He knew the Professor
was going to put up more of a fight than anyone.
"But-" Charles began.
Ororo cut him off, which was not like her at all, "Charles,
this is something I must do. Please, give my apologies and love to the X-Men
when they awake. As for now, I am no longer Storm of the X-Men. I am Ororo
Munroe. Thank you for the time here, and if my path leads me back to this
family, then I shall return. But as of right now, I do not see my staying with
the X-Men apart of my destiny anymore. Charles, I am going to save my mother
and father. I love them that much."
What could the loving mentor due but to give her his blessings? He
rolled to her with his wheelchair and took her hand. "Ororo, I trust you.
Be careful."
She bent down to give her 'adopted father' a hug before turning to
Bishop. She held out her hands and took her X-Men costume from her boyfriend.
She laid it out straight on Xavier's legs and turned to leave. "Thank you,
Charles," she said and closed the door behind herself and Bishop.
To Be Continued...
Footnote: Storm and Bishop? I'm trying the less popular relationships. Maybe it will turn out pleasurable?
