Windscar
By: F8tality6
"Scott, can you come to my office for a moment please, I need to have a word with you on a few things." Xavier asked as Scott passed him in the hallway, walking slowly by. Scott looked as if he were dead to the world. Everyone, especially Scoot, was hit very hard when Jean Gray died about two months ago. Scott had barely eaten or slept since that time as well. He, above everyone else was in a state of total depression. After All, his girlfriend died saving them all, so he had every right to be upset, it was the love of his life. The problem as, he was not even trying to move on, and it was beginning to affect his health, and more dangerously, his powers.
Scott seamed to barely hear the Professor, as he turned and began to fallow Xavier down the busy hallway to his office. He did not say a word and seemed to mope off. It was almost as if his body was there, but his mind was absent from it all. He moved as if he was a zombie, and the Professor was worried that if his health did not stop deteriorating, and his powers becoming increasingly out of control, which they were from his lack of nutrition and sleep, he would be just that, a zombie.
Scott's powers were going out of control as his health fell apart. Just yesterday, his glasses fell off, and Scott was to slow to close his eyes. A stream of Optic Force streamed forth from his eyes more powerful then had been before, and it nearly hit another group of students. It would have most surely killed them. It seemed that Scott's powers were continuing to evolve and get stronger, but his mind was not ready for the power boost, and he was loosing what little control he had over them. The Professor had to do something to get his mind off his loss, or Scott could become a danger not only to himself, but also to other people around him.
As The Professor entered his office, fallowed by Scott, the door closed. The Professor wheeled over to behind his desk, and lifted a file and opened it, looking over its contents. Continuing to not speak, Scott sat down in a chair before the desk, and waited for the Professor to begin talking.
"I have decided for you and Bobby Drake to go and represent the Institute. You will be going to Patterson New Jersey, where, using Cerebro, I have identified a young mutant who may be wishing to join the school. You are to go there, and meet with him, and then invite him to join the Institute. I would also suggest that you learn about him a bit, so that we may determine his attitude toward mutants, and his willingness to uproot his life and join the School." The Professor began, as he talked to Scott.
"Professor.-" Scott began, but was cut off as the Professor continued.
"As far as I can tell with Cerebro, he has already began to develop his powers and seems to know that he is a mutant. His powers are indeed quite developed for someone who had to train by themselves and learn all alone, as I have not detected any other mutants within the vicinity."
"None the less, he still has a lot to learn, and if he comes here then he may yet still learn a lot more." He continued not allowing Scott a chance to protest. "But Professor, cant Bobby go alone? Or maybe with someone else? I don't want to go anywhere now." Scott asked, almost in a whining tone.
"Scott, you need to go. You need to get out of the Institute for a while. Your depression is starting to affect you in negative ways, and you have to try and move on with your life." The Professor said.
"NO!" Scott shouted, now apparently very offended. "How can you ask me to get over her death? I loved her, and she killed herself.-"
"No she didn't. She did what she did so that the rest of us may escape and live our lives! Do you know how many children under the age of twelve where on the blackbird then! If she didn't do anything we all would have died!"
Scott seemed to clam down a little bit when the Professor told him that, "I just miss her Professor." Scott said, starting to cry a little bit remembering when Jean died, only a few months before.
"I know, and trust me, I do understand, but maybe you can honor her memory by helping others. This mutant, for all we know can really need our help, and if possible, I would like to give it to him. You can help me with that. Please Scott." The Professor asked.
"Well.I suppose. I really don't think I'll be a good choice to represent the Institute. Bobby will have to do a lot of the work. I'll go as an escort, only." Scott stubbornly said.
"All right," The Professor said, happy that he had managed to get Scott out of the manor. "Mean with Bobby at the gates tomorrow morning at six AM. Don't forget to eat something before you leave too. You look like a stick."
"Yada, Yada, Yada." Scott said, more annoyed then anything else.
"All right then, return to your daily activities." The Professor said, dismissing Scott. Scott walked out of the Office, as the Professor pondered what exactly this new mutant was like or what his powers were. After all Cerebro could only tell him so much, and he was always interested in finding new mutants.
OCC: Sorry, this one is really short. It's just the Intro to the Primary story. I will most likely edit this and rewrite it over and over again before I get on with it all. This will eventually be a very long novel length story. Please review and tell me what you think. PLEASE!
By: F8tality6
"Scott, can you come to my office for a moment please, I need to have a word with you on a few things." Xavier asked as Scott passed him in the hallway, walking slowly by. Scott looked as if he were dead to the world. Everyone, especially Scoot, was hit very hard when Jean Gray died about two months ago. Scott had barely eaten or slept since that time as well. He, above everyone else was in a state of total depression. After All, his girlfriend died saving them all, so he had every right to be upset, it was the love of his life. The problem as, he was not even trying to move on, and it was beginning to affect his health, and more dangerously, his powers.
Scott seamed to barely hear the Professor, as he turned and began to fallow Xavier down the busy hallway to his office. He did not say a word and seemed to mope off. It was almost as if his body was there, but his mind was absent from it all. He moved as if he was a zombie, and the Professor was worried that if his health did not stop deteriorating, and his powers becoming increasingly out of control, which they were from his lack of nutrition and sleep, he would be just that, a zombie.
Scott's powers were going out of control as his health fell apart. Just yesterday, his glasses fell off, and Scott was to slow to close his eyes. A stream of Optic Force streamed forth from his eyes more powerful then had been before, and it nearly hit another group of students. It would have most surely killed them. It seemed that Scott's powers were continuing to evolve and get stronger, but his mind was not ready for the power boost, and he was loosing what little control he had over them. The Professor had to do something to get his mind off his loss, or Scott could become a danger not only to himself, but also to other people around him.
As The Professor entered his office, fallowed by Scott, the door closed. The Professor wheeled over to behind his desk, and lifted a file and opened it, looking over its contents. Continuing to not speak, Scott sat down in a chair before the desk, and waited for the Professor to begin talking.
"I have decided for you and Bobby Drake to go and represent the Institute. You will be going to Patterson New Jersey, where, using Cerebro, I have identified a young mutant who may be wishing to join the school. You are to go there, and meet with him, and then invite him to join the Institute. I would also suggest that you learn about him a bit, so that we may determine his attitude toward mutants, and his willingness to uproot his life and join the School." The Professor began, as he talked to Scott.
"Professor.-" Scott began, but was cut off as the Professor continued.
"As far as I can tell with Cerebro, he has already began to develop his powers and seems to know that he is a mutant. His powers are indeed quite developed for someone who had to train by themselves and learn all alone, as I have not detected any other mutants within the vicinity."
"None the less, he still has a lot to learn, and if he comes here then he may yet still learn a lot more." He continued not allowing Scott a chance to protest. "But Professor, cant Bobby go alone? Or maybe with someone else? I don't want to go anywhere now." Scott asked, almost in a whining tone.
"Scott, you need to go. You need to get out of the Institute for a while. Your depression is starting to affect you in negative ways, and you have to try and move on with your life." The Professor said.
"NO!" Scott shouted, now apparently very offended. "How can you ask me to get over her death? I loved her, and she killed herself.-"
"No she didn't. She did what she did so that the rest of us may escape and live our lives! Do you know how many children under the age of twelve where on the blackbird then! If she didn't do anything we all would have died!"
Scott seemed to clam down a little bit when the Professor told him that, "I just miss her Professor." Scott said, starting to cry a little bit remembering when Jean died, only a few months before.
"I know, and trust me, I do understand, but maybe you can honor her memory by helping others. This mutant, for all we know can really need our help, and if possible, I would like to give it to him. You can help me with that. Please Scott." The Professor asked.
"Well.I suppose. I really don't think I'll be a good choice to represent the Institute. Bobby will have to do a lot of the work. I'll go as an escort, only." Scott stubbornly said.
"All right," The Professor said, happy that he had managed to get Scott out of the manor. "Mean with Bobby at the gates tomorrow morning at six AM. Don't forget to eat something before you leave too. You look like a stick."
"Yada, Yada, Yada." Scott said, more annoyed then anything else.
"All right then, return to your daily activities." The Professor said, dismissing Scott. Scott walked out of the Office, as the Professor pondered what exactly this new mutant was like or what his powers were. After all Cerebro could only tell him so much, and he was always interested in finding new mutants.
OCC: Sorry, this one is really short. It's just the Intro to the Primary story. I will most likely edit this and rewrite it over and over again before I get on with it all. This will eventually be a very long novel length story. Please review and tell me what you think. PLEASE!