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Marvel.
+++ The Edge +++
"Xavier!" called a voice. "Xavier, are you here?" questioned another.
Charles Xavier sat up, looking around. He was at his institute, in his bright bedroom. He rubbed his bald head absentmindedly, and slid toward the age of his bed, glancing down to see if his wheelchair was in place. He pushed his body up with his arms, and slid into the warm seat. Xavier quickly straightened out his pale blue pajamas, and then pushed lightly on the knob that made the chair move. He opened the door, and took an elevator to the lobby of the mansion.
As he rolled out into the bottom floor, he saw who had been calling him on the intercom. Ororo Munroe was standing by a plant, a miniature rain cloud floating above it. Her usual white hair that hung to her waist was pulled back tightly into cornrows. She was wearing a white shirt with purple trimming, and a long purple skirt with green designs in various places.
Beside her, smiling at Xavier intently, was Emma Frost, a telepathic and telekinetic. She had blonde hair, evenly chopped at her shoulders. Her new tan made her crystal blue eyes stand out more. She had on a white tank top and blue jean shorts.
"Emma," Xavier said brightly, wheeling up to her. "Jamaica turned you into a nineteen year-old." She smiled appreciatively, and bent down to hug him.
"I'm only 33," she said. "You say it like I'm 40."
Xavier laughed lightly, and glanced over at Ororo, who was walking over. "Ororo, I love the…braid things…"
"They're cornrows, Charles," Ororo sighed, kissing him on the cheek. "Is Logan around? I brought him some things."
"Logan?" Xavier said, laughing again. "Good luck with that, Ororo. You know – "
The lights in the lobby dimmed slightly, and then returned to normal. The threesome looked up in surprise. "Cerebro has found something?" Emma guessed as they started down a long hallway, to another elevator. They went to the third level, and went to the end of the hallway. A large metal door was stationed there, an X printed, as if coming out of the steel door.
Xavier wheeled to the wall, and said, clearly, "Francis." That has his password to enter. Anyone who came to live in the school was assigned a special word. The door split in the middle, and disappeared into the walls. Xavier, Ororo, and Emma all walked into the round room, a walkway leading to the dead center, where Cerebro was waiting.
Cerebro wasn't a person. It was a mutant detection computer. It could sense any mutant within miles that had used their power recently. Cerebro was detecting someone right now.
Xavier wheeled up to the large machine, and began typing furiously, a large monitor rising from Cerebro. It showed a picture of a slim teenage girl. She had black hair down to the middle of her back. Information for her zoomed up to her picture, and Ororo read aloud, "Lorna Dane."
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Bobby Drake walked alone, the warm Long Island sun beating down on him. The steady wind blew his unbuttoned, blue plaid shirt, exposing his tight white beater, which left an imprint of his four-pack. He had on beige cargo pants, and brown Lugz. He had a huge smile on his face. School had just ended for a week. Spring Break had started.
Beside him, only an inch shorter was his girlfriend, Lorna Dane. Her waist length black hair flapped behind her back, the green streaks within it comparing her hair to green rays in space. She had on black flare jeans and a light green shirt, partly covered by a black jean jacket, despite the arid temperature. She had an equal facial expression, and her eyes were wide, looking around, desperate for something.
The two had been dating for a month now, after discovering one another's abilities. Bobby could generate ice from his hands, whereas Lorna control magnetism. Lorna used her powers for fun, to play with people. Bobby didn't used his unless necessary, though, with Lorna, he had to show off time to time.
As the couple walked along a sidewalk in Los Angeles, their bookbags smacking their backs lightly, Lorna kept staring at all the metal around her, becoming antsy. Bobby glanced at her sideways, and sighed inwardly, and loudly.
"What?" Lorna snapped, glancing up at him. Her green eyes widened as cars whizzed by the busy street, and a large, long, metal pole wobbled on the curb.
"You're thinking about killing someone," Bobby snapped back, not bothering to look. He could see his house in the distance. Lorna's was right beside his home. At least four more blocks.
Lorna stared at him in astonishment and anger. "Not kill someone!" she exclaimed. Several teens walking home from school stared from behind them, and then delved into conversation. Lorna glanced at them before turning to Bobby once more. "Just a little harmless pole in the road."
"I'll freeze you if I have to," Bobby threatened, though playfully. He knew he wouldn't. Lorna had purposely wrapped a wrench around his neck the last time he'd tried. She said it was an accident, but she had the dangerous gleam in her eyes that she was born with.
"My powers might slip," Lorna started, and a pole in front of them bent slightly, a loose sign swinging dangerously. Bobby glanced at it in surprise, and quickened his pace, wanting to clear the path of death before anything happened. Lorna jogged to catch up with him. "Just a little fun…God didn't give us these powers if we didn't need them for something. And, I don't think I can help someone by throwing metal at them." She laughed slightly, and smirking, waited for Bobby's defense. He didn't say anything though, and walked only faster. He stopped abruptly, and Lorna grinned wilder than ever.
Bobby turned to stare at her for a few minutes. The teens, a group of cheerleaders, were grouped a few feet behind Lorna, obviously waiting to see what happened so that they could spread gossip after Spring Break. He glanced at Lorna, and back to the cheerleaders, before saying, "Maybe we should take a little break."
The blond bombshells are gasped, and Lorna's grin turned to an open mouth, surprised more than anyone. The pole hanging over the cheerleaders wobbled, and fell at a rapid pace, smashing between them. They all jumped backward, filled with fear and screams. Lorna hadn't moved, and neither did Bobby. He was only considering walking away. "Lorna?" he asked quietly. He suddenly felt something zip along his back, the weight behind him decreased, as his books all tumbled to the ground.
Lorna walked past him, not hiding her emotions. She took a wild punch at him, and Bobby leaned down to pack his school supplies once more. How nice to start off your Spring Break, Bobby, he thought to himself. Breaking up.
+++ The Edge +++
"Xavier!" called a voice. "Xavier, are you here?" questioned another.
Charles Xavier sat up, looking around. He was at his institute, in his bright bedroom. He rubbed his bald head absentmindedly, and slid toward the age of his bed, glancing down to see if his wheelchair was in place. He pushed his body up with his arms, and slid into the warm seat. Xavier quickly straightened out his pale blue pajamas, and then pushed lightly on the knob that made the chair move. He opened the door, and took an elevator to the lobby of the mansion.
As he rolled out into the bottom floor, he saw who had been calling him on the intercom. Ororo Munroe was standing by a plant, a miniature rain cloud floating above it. Her usual white hair that hung to her waist was pulled back tightly into cornrows. She was wearing a white shirt with purple trimming, and a long purple skirt with green designs in various places.
Beside her, smiling at Xavier intently, was Emma Frost, a telepathic and telekinetic. She had blonde hair, evenly chopped at her shoulders. Her new tan made her crystal blue eyes stand out more. She had on a white tank top and blue jean shorts.
"Emma," Xavier said brightly, wheeling up to her. "Jamaica turned you into a nineteen year-old." She smiled appreciatively, and bent down to hug him.
"I'm only 33," she said. "You say it like I'm 40."
Xavier laughed lightly, and glanced over at Ororo, who was walking over. "Ororo, I love the…braid things…"
"They're cornrows, Charles," Ororo sighed, kissing him on the cheek. "Is Logan around? I brought him some things."
"Logan?" Xavier said, laughing again. "Good luck with that, Ororo. You know – "
The lights in the lobby dimmed slightly, and then returned to normal. The threesome looked up in surprise. "Cerebro has found something?" Emma guessed as they started down a long hallway, to another elevator. They went to the third level, and went to the end of the hallway. A large metal door was stationed there, an X printed, as if coming out of the steel door.
Xavier wheeled to the wall, and said, clearly, "Francis." That has his password to enter. Anyone who came to live in the school was assigned a special word. The door split in the middle, and disappeared into the walls. Xavier, Ororo, and Emma all walked into the round room, a walkway leading to the dead center, where Cerebro was waiting.
Cerebro wasn't a person. It was a mutant detection computer. It could sense any mutant within miles that had used their power recently. Cerebro was detecting someone right now.
Xavier wheeled up to the large machine, and began typing furiously, a large monitor rising from Cerebro. It showed a picture of a slim teenage girl. She had black hair down to the middle of her back. Information for her zoomed up to her picture, and Ororo read aloud, "Lorna Dane."
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Bobby Drake walked alone, the warm Long Island sun beating down on him. The steady wind blew his unbuttoned, blue plaid shirt, exposing his tight white beater, which left an imprint of his four-pack. He had on beige cargo pants, and brown Lugz. He had a huge smile on his face. School had just ended for a week. Spring Break had started.
Beside him, only an inch shorter was his girlfriend, Lorna Dane. Her waist length black hair flapped behind her back, the green streaks within it comparing her hair to green rays in space. She had on black flare jeans and a light green shirt, partly covered by a black jean jacket, despite the arid temperature. She had an equal facial expression, and her eyes were wide, looking around, desperate for something.
The two had been dating for a month now, after discovering one another's abilities. Bobby could generate ice from his hands, whereas Lorna control magnetism. Lorna used her powers for fun, to play with people. Bobby didn't used his unless necessary, though, with Lorna, he had to show off time to time.
As the couple walked along a sidewalk in Los Angeles, their bookbags smacking their backs lightly, Lorna kept staring at all the metal around her, becoming antsy. Bobby glanced at her sideways, and sighed inwardly, and loudly.
"What?" Lorna snapped, glancing up at him. Her green eyes widened as cars whizzed by the busy street, and a large, long, metal pole wobbled on the curb.
"You're thinking about killing someone," Bobby snapped back, not bothering to look. He could see his house in the distance. Lorna's was right beside his home. At least four more blocks.
Lorna stared at him in astonishment and anger. "Not kill someone!" she exclaimed. Several teens walking home from school stared from behind them, and then delved into conversation. Lorna glanced at them before turning to Bobby once more. "Just a little harmless pole in the road."
"I'll freeze you if I have to," Bobby threatened, though playfully. He knew he wouldn't. Lorna had purposely wrapped a wrench around his neck the last time he'd tried. She said it was an accident, but she had the dangerous gleam in her eyes that she was born with.
"My powers might slip," Lorna started, and a pole in front of them bent slightly, a loose sign swinging dangerously. Bobby glanced at it in surprise, and quickened his pace, wanting to clear the path of death before anything happened. Lorna jogged to catch up with him. "Just a little fun…God didn't give us these powers if we didn't need them for something. And, I don't think I can help someone by throwing metal at them." She laughed slightly, and smirking, waited for Bobby's defense. He didn't say anything though, and walked only faster. He stopped abruptly, and Lorna grinned wilder than ever.
Bobby turned to stare at her for a few minutes. The teens, a group of cheerleaders, were grouped a few feet behind Lorna, obviously waiting to see what happened so that they could spread gossip after Spring Break. He glanced at Lorna, and back to the cheerleaders, before saying, "Maybe we should take a little break."
The blond bombshells are gasped, and Lorna's grin turned to an open mouth, surprised more than anyone. The pole hanging over the cheerleaders wobbled, and fell at a rapid pace, smashing between them. They all jumped backward, filled with fear and screams. Lorna hadn't moved, and neither did Bobby. He was only considering walking away. "Lorna?" he asked quietly. He suddenly felt something zip along his back, the weight behind him decreased, as his books all tumbled to the ground.
Lorna walked past him, not hiding her emotions. She took a wild punch at him, and Bobby leaned down to pack his school supplies once more. How nice to start off your Spring Break, Bobby, he thought to himself. Breaking up.