This story is supposed to come after the Miss Freeze and Nightmare fics.
Just so you know. The idea for Timothy's mutant powers is largely due to
reading The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe to my siblings before bed.
Just to warn you. Roll the fic!
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, but I do own Timothy, Jennifer and a couple centaurs. Not!
Chapter One
I'm Growing A Beard?
Timothy Morlund turned the shower on and waited for the water meter to roll up to 105 degrees Fahrenheit. He let his towel fall and stepped into the steamy shower. The water fell down on his small shoulders, causing him to wince as his bruises and cuts were washed clean.
"Why do bullies always pick on me?" he said aloud as he glanced over his small body, black and blue because of recent beatings.
"I'm not that puny am I?" he wondered as he got out of the shower and stood on the scale. He was 4 foot 11 and very scrawny for his fourteen years. He wrapped his towel around his waist and wiped the mist off of the bathroom mirror.
"Whats this?" he asked his reflection as he stared at the prickly little hairs that were sprouting on his chin. "Am I growing a beard? Oh well, maybe if I have a beard I'll look more grown up and Duncan and his gang will finally leave me alone."
He took a comb out of the drawer and started to untangle his golden-brown curls. His comb scraped across something hard on his forehead, and he parted his hair to see what it was.
"I'm growing horns!" the poor boy moaned as he poked at the bone appendages that were poking out through his scalp.
Timothy shook his head and splashed water on his face.
"Its too early for this, wake up," he mumbled as he dried his face. When he parted his hair again the horns were gone. "You're just dreaming Timmy," he muttered as he got dressed and left the bathroom.
Liking it so far? Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, but I do own Timothy, Jennifer and a couple centaurs. Not!
Chapter One
I'm Growing A Beard?
Timothy Morlund turned the shower on and waited for the water meter to roll up to 105 degrees Fahrenheit. He let his towel fall and stepped into the steamy shower. The water fell down on his small shoulders, causing him to wince as his bruises and cuts were washed clean.
"Why do bullies always pick on me?" he said aloud as he glanced over his small body, black and blue because of recent beatings.
"I'm not that puny am I?" he wondered as he got out of the shower and stood on the scale. He was 4 foot 11 and very scrawny for his fourteen years. He wrapped his towel around his waist and wiped the mist off of the bathroom mirror.
"Whats this?" he asked his reflection as he stared at the prickly little hairs that were sprouting on his chin. "Am I growing a beard? Oh well, maybe if I have a beard I'll look more grown up and Duncan and his gang will finally leave me alone."
He took a comb out of the drawer and started to untangle his golden-brown curls. His comb scraped across something hard on his forehead, and he parted his hair to see what it was.
"I'm growing horns!" the poor boy moaned as he poked at the bone appendages that were poking out through his scalp.
Timothy shook his head and splashed water on his face.
"Its too early for this, wake up," he mumbled as he dried his face. When he parted his hair again the horns were gone. "You're just dreaming Timmy," he muttered as he got dressed and left the bathroom.
Liking it so far? Please review!