A. N. wow I actually thought people would get pissed off at me for asking
that stuff. Thanks for all those who wrote in, sucking up and pure honesty
I appreciated. The last question was have you ever read any of my stories,
the reason for that was yes I wanted more reviews on old stories, but also
because if you have then you would know I make little introductory crap
chapters that don't pertain to the story a whole lot. This is kinda like
that, but hopefully it will draw you in for more, if not oh well. Here
goes.
Xavier wheeled up to the barred windows of their cramped command center located near the isolated community of Garsburg, and looked out at the angry storm. The storm caused drops of rain to splatter on the pane of glass, obscuring his view of the hidden driveway. Thunder shook the walls, and lighting lit up the foreboding forest overlooking his new home. Xavier pressed his hands to his temples, searching for his late guest. His brown eyes opened on the exact instant the thunder crashed and lightning blinded in the night's sky. "Professor, you should get to bed, it's late."
"Sorry Scott, but that I can not do." His voice was steady and even toned while he continued his vigilance by the cold depressing window to the outside world. The boy sighed, no that's no right, the man sighed, these past months forced Scott to give up his adolescent care free days of his youth only to be bequeathed the hardships of leading a hopeless cause. A touch of gray was already peeping through his brown locks. Scott looked back at his mentor, the man was driven, but to what end, Scott wasn't sure. "Ever since," he couldn't continue his last thought; the pain was still fresh in his heart. Scott lowered his head in dismissal, and quietly left the dark room. Xavier still looked out, watching as the raindrops fell from the skies, unlike his unshed tears.
His carrier was already two hours late. Xavier's mind raced with all the possibilities for such tardiness, all of them discomforting. This was Xavier's last hope, his last gain in this futile grasp for hope. He had not dared for such good news since their last battle. But look where that got him, look where that got the members of his family who were shoved beneath the lifeless dirt in his cowardly defeat. He clenched his fists in anger, in pure hatred at the circumstances, at himself.
A coded knock sounded on the weather beaten plywood that they used for a door.
As fast as he could, Xavier rolled to the door. He finished opening it up as the figure crashed to the floor in sheer exhaustion. Carrying the body in, Xavier noted numerous cuts and welts covering the man's body. A single lamenting moan broke through from the man's dry lips. Others finally came into the hallway and helped Charles with the bruised body. "Careful, easy does it," commanded Xavier as he issued them into a dry room. Jean and Beast began to strip the man from his sodden clothes and to apply bandages to the open wounds. The man gasped from the pain of their ministrations. He reached out to the proffesor, "Here…" The man's other hand reached into a bag that he had secured to his beaten flesh. "Ran into … some problems…. Hope this hel…." With the last word still not completed, the man drifted off into a welcoming death.
Silently Jean placed a fresh bed sheet over the man's bloody face. Xavier, on the other hand, was greedily running his fingers over the parcel that the dead man gestured to. An evil grin contorted his features, and his eyes gleamed with newfound excitement. Hastily he unwrapped the precious cargo, the man had sacrificed his life for this, this piece of earth that lay in the ageful hands of the professor. Three stone tablets, written in a confusing jumble of Greek, Latin, and Chinese symbols covered the rock's hard face. Xavier ran his fingers over the grooves and notches of the ancient text. The evil gleam came back to his usually calm features.
Huge spectacles covered the beast's face, as he poured over the texts. Xavier tapped his fingers nervously, watching and waiting for the translation. He knew that it would be written in a forgotten ancient lettering, he did not however believe that it would be written in three. It was not like the Rosetta Stone with the same paragraph written in three different tongues, this one was written in the three languages intermingled with each other. Every other word, the author would switch to a different language, thoroughly confusing the reader with its twists and turns and complexities. Xavier respected the author's need for secrecy, but he wanted to know the answer to his problem now. Every minute they spent trying to decipher the ageless texts, the more innocent mutants fell before His unforgiving hand.
The texts were the clue they needed to rid the world of this menace, the key to His demise. Thousands of years ago, the author and her people defeated the monstrosity that plagued him, true they did not kill Him, but they stopped Him. The defeated His plans, something Xavier, nor his X-Men have been able to do every time they fought. Thirteen mutants stopped Him from taking over the world, somehow weakened Him enough to stop the havoc that plagued everyone years later.
"Professor, I have the first paragraph translated, do you wish to hear it?" Hank's voice broke Xavier's mental discussion with himself.
"Years have gone by, and still my consciousness harasses me of a deed I committed long ago in my fool hardy youth." Read Beast. "Hmm, are you sure this is what you wanted, Professor. The author seems to be regretting getting rid of Apoc."
"Don't say his name!" screamed the professor, "since the man is dead, you know He knows that we have His undoing." Confusingly he screeched. Spittle fell from his lips and his eyes became wild. Calming himself down he added, "Sorry, Hank. I want this so bad. Just continue. Please." Xavier quickly regretted screaming at his friend of so many years. Times were hard as they were; he didn't need to fight with friends to add to the troubles. Especially those who knew how to read the ancient text. Charles didn't want to think if years of searching and countless deaths that were given into rescuing these slabs were in vain; he wanted to believe in this last hope. They had to be right, they have to tell him the answer. The enigma that plagued him and others for so long had to have the answer. Many have given their lives for this, many of his X-men; they couldn't have died in vain. This has to hold the answer, it has to, it has to.
"I can still remember them all, from the observant Elana to the chaotic Norse shape-changer Brynhild. From the optimistic Atlantian Nevat to the serious Xien Tsu. The Celts battle frenzied Alister and the melodious Bevin. The earth demons, Rakakeem and Kwanio. The opposites, venomous Nefertit and the tranquil Suminto Shinrei. The Babylonian prince Kazan Rishka of Kismet Isles and the Greek slave girl Evanglina. And of course, myself the ill-fated Desdemona. We, the few, the stupid and arrogant, the firsts."
A.N. Well, this is it the beginning of "In The Beginning". To all those who submitted a character and didn't get in, I'm sorry. So many people and ideas, and so little brains in how to include them all. They were all good, but the chosen ones, I felt added to the story and fit together. I encourage you all to read on, because, well because I want the reviews, hehe. But it's your choice. I hope you did enjoy this chapter so far. Also here are the characters' bio at this time, just so you know who you'll be seeing in later chapters. Thanks.
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Ellie submitted
Desdemona: She is Greek with gray eyes and long slightly curled auburn hair. She is 18. Her code-name is Plague because she can kill anything, save humans or big critters, those she just stuns or cause them to get really sick or become unconscious.
Miss Novelist submitted
Evangelina, Lina for short. She is Greek also. She is skinny with deep green eyes, and long light brown hair. She is 20. Her power is the ability to create energy bombs that are in the shape of arrows; size depends on her need. She also has good accuracy with the smaller arrows; bigger ones don't really need great accuracy, just to be pointed in the right direction. Code name Artemis
Rascal submitted
Lord Kazan Rishka, Zan for short. He is Babylonian. He has a muscular body that is golden bronzed with dark brown eyes and long curly black hair. He is 24. His power is the gift of fire; he can create firebombs, and flash floods. Where he can make the fire just pour out of hands to spread everywhere in a ten foot radius, which is why he is code named Pompeii, no just kidding Rascal, Inferno is his true code name. Also can cause his favorite curved sword to become flamed.
A.N I feel as if I'm presenting contestants for the Miss America contest. Our next lady is Miss China
Realm submitted
Suminota Shirrei, Irrei for short. She is Chinese. She is 16. Her body is slim, with a black eyes, and silky ebony hair. Also she is the shortest member on the team. Her power is the ability to calm a person. She can make them feel happy and serene, also can take away happiness through her limited psychic powers. Her code name is Heisei. I don't understand that code name, but that's the cool part of it, so Realm if you could explain, it would be helpful. But everybody calls her Serenity as a pet name.
Ace submitted, numerous of times, lol.
Nefertit Acean. She is an Egyptian at the age of 22. Surprisingly, she is bony with unheard of blue eyes, with the regular black hair. Her power is that of illusion that emits poison, mostly on the forms of snakes. Also she spit and kisses venom into her victims. Her code name is guess what, much time was spent on this one, Venom! (Love you Ace)
And I submitted Kanwyio, (watch I spell his name wrong.)
Kanwyio. He is Egyptian at the age of 24. He is a big guy, muscular with a big potbelly. He has brown eyes, with shaggy brown hair. His power is over the ground; he can make fissures or gaping cracks. Also can make platforms or stairs out of the ground too. His name is Tectonic. True in their times they probably didn't know about plates tectonics, but I needed a cool name, so there.
Flipside submitted
Rakakeem. Or Raka for short. He is a Zulu. He is at the age of 16, with the perks of that age, a.k.a. tall lean and athletic body, that can bend over without back problems. He has intense brown eyes with short brown hair that is shorn on one side. He has the power over rock manipulation. He can create earthquakes like Lance. His code name is Terramover.
Risa submitted (what's with all the R pen names?)
Bevin Madadgon. She is a fabulous Celt who is 18. She has bright blue eyes and a short boy hairstyle for her blond hair. She has the power of sound, singing is her medium. She can lure people off to dream land or off a cliff. Plus with her pipes she can break glass. Her code name is a Greek, cough, hmm, name Siren. (I prefer Banshee, but that's been done before by Sean Cassidy, gotta love him, besides this fits better.)
Maxwell Dark submitted
Allister. He is also a Celt, in the truest meaning of the word. He has a muscular bod covered in some Celtic tattoos, also has pale green eyes, and long braided red brown hair. Many little braids with the rest down. Normally has the Scottish wolf hound Angus along with him. Wolfhounds are big dogs, biiiggg dogs. His power is a lot like Wolverines. He has super strength, great stamina, and rock hard arms, literally. So strong he can lift boulders. Code-named Berserker. Yes its been done but its better than Battle Furrier. Age 19
Sicay submitted
Xien Tsu. I don't know whats the first name, if it goes by the Chinese way by taking the second name as the person's name not the first as the family's or if Sicay wanted Xien for the man's name, not his family's, so Sicay could you clarify, please. Same with Realm for hers. But back to Xien. He is a 27-year-old China man. He has dark brown almost black eyes, and dark black hair that has been shorn from the usual single long braid. His mutation gives him the power of touchable fire. In other words, anything he touches can melt or just get warmer, depending on how long he holds on. Also is dabbing in healing arts.
His code name is Pai.
X-Moonchick submitted
Nevat. He is our only Atlantian. He is at the age of 20. He has dark blue eyes, with gorgeous short curly brown hair. His power is the control of water. He can create water jets, and bombs. When close enough to water can make water cyclones. His code name is Hydro.
Omni submitted, and I thank her dearly for doing do
Brynhild. She is our Norse female. She is 24 with dark blue eyes, and dark red hair, not bright blood red, but dark almost black red hair, that's long, thick and straight, but almost always in a thick braid. Her power is shapeshifting. She is really good at animals, has a little problem with people, and cannot hold them as long. She is normally seen with a brown red horse that she named Son. Her code name is rightly named Loki. Note to Omni, I luv mythology!!! Norse mythology is my fav of any kind; so yes I did see the resemblance. Do you want a son named Fenrir or a daughter named Hel? J/k. Good pick!!
And last but not least is my all time favorite from Black Ice
Elana. She is 19,and a Jewish female. She is muscular and tanned, with dark skin and white blond hair. Very cool eyes that are black with a white pupil. Her power is he control over someone's eyes. When she has this control, she can look out of their eyes, making the person temporally blinded. Also she can make anybody she wants a little disoriented, by changing their normal vision, by flipping the colors around, i.e., when something is blue, they will see it as orange. Her code name is Scrutiny. (Favoritism, whats that?)
To all the authors I just named. Sorry if I spelled anything wrong, I wrote the names down, but couldn't read my handwriting later.
Well that's them. Because all these people wouldn't even be able to speak the same language, I decided to play god. So using the magical thing I like to call Author's powers, they will all speak the universal English Language, which hasn't been invented yet, also without accents. Now that I have written over 2,000 words that don't mean a thing to my story, I'm calling it for the night. Good night, Good luck, and good reviewing.
Xavier wheeled up to the barred windows of their cramped command center located near the isolated community of Garsburg, and looked out at the angry storm. The storm caused drops of rain to splatter on the pane of glass, obscuring his view of the hidden driveway. Thunder shook the walls, and lighting lit up the foreboding forest overlooking his new home. Xavier pressed his hands to his temples, searching for his late guest. His brown eyes opened on the exact instant the thunder crashed and lightning blinded in the night's sky. "Professor, you should get to bed, it's late."
"Sorry Scott, but that I can not do." His voice was steady and even toned while he continued his vigilance by the cold depressing window to the outside world. The boy sighed, no that's no right, the man sighed, these past months forced Scott to give up his adolescent care free days of his youth only to be bequeathed the hardships of leading a hopeless cause. A touch of gray was already peeping through his brown locks. Scott looked back at his mentor, the man was driven, but to what end, Scott wasn't sure. "Ever since," he couldn't continue his last thought; the pain was still fresh in his heart. Scott lowered his head in dismissal, and quietly left the dark room. Xavier still looked out, watching as the raindrops fell from the skies, unlike his unshed tears.
His carrier was already two hours late. Xavier's mind raced with all the possibilities for such tardiness, all of them discomforting. This was Xavier's last hope, his last gain in this futile grasp for hope. He had not dared for such good news since their last battle. But look where that got him, look where that got the members of his family who were shoved beneath the lifeless dirt in his cowardly defeat. He clenched his fists in anger, in pure hatred at the circumstances, at himself.
A coded knock sounded on the weather beaten plywood that they used for a door.
As fast as he could, Xavier rolled to the door. He finished opening it up as the figure crashed to the floor in sheer exhaustion. Carrying the body in, Xavier noted numerous cuts and welts covering the man's body. A single lamenting moan broke through from the man's dry lips. Others finally came into the hallway and helped Charles with the bruised body. "Careful, easy does it," commanded Xavier as he issued them into a dry room. Jean and Beast began to strip the man from his sodden clothes and to apply bandages to the open wounds. The man gasped from the pain of their ministrations. He reached out to the proffesor, "Here…" The man's other hand reached into a bag that he had secured to his beaten flesh. "Ran into … some problems…. Hope this hel…." With the last word still not completed, the man drifted off into a welcoming death.
Silently Jean placed a fresh bed sheet over the man's bloody face. Xavier, on the other hand, was greedily running his fingers over the parcel that the dead man gestured to. An evil grin contorted his features, and his eyes gleamed with newfound excitement. Hastily he unwrapped the precious cargo, the man had sacrificed his life for this, this piece of earth that lay in the ageful hands of the professor. Three stone tablets, written in a confusing jumble of Greek, Latin, and Chinese symbols covered the rock's hard face. Xavier ran his fingers over the grooves and notches of the ancient text. The evil gleam came back to his usually calm features.
Huge spectacles covered the beast's face, as he poured over the texts. Xavier tapped his fingers nervously, watching and waiting for the translation. He knew that it would be written in a forgotten ancient lettering, he did not however believe that it would be written in three. It was not like the Rosetta Stone with the same paragraph written in three different tongues, this one was written in the three languages intermingled with each other. Every other word, the author would switch to a different language, thoroughly confusing the reader with its twists and turns and complexities. Xavier respected the author's need for secrecy, but he wanted to know the answer to his problem now. Every minute they spent trying to decipher the ageless texts, the more innocent mutants fell before His unforgiving hand.
The texts were the clue they needed to rid the world of this menace, the key to His demise. Thousands of years ago, the author and her people defeated the monstrosity that plagued him, true they did not kill Him, but they stopped Him. The defeated His plans, something Xavier, nor his X-Men have been able to do every time they fought. Thirteen mutants stopped Him from taking over the world, somehow weakened Him enough to stop the havoc that plagued everyone years later.
"Professor, I have the first paragraph translated, do you wish to hear it?" Hank's voice broke Xavier's mental discussion with himself.
"Years have gone by, and still my consciousness harasses me of a deed I committed long ago in my fool hardy youth." Read Beast. "Hmm, are you sure this is what you wanted, Professor. The author seems to be regretting getting rid of Apoc."
"Don't say his name!" screamed the professor, "since the man is dead, you know He knows that we have His undoing." Confusingly he screeched. Spittle fell from his lips and his eyes became wild. Calming himself down he added, "Sorry, Hank. I want this so bad. Just continue. Please." Xavier quickly regretted screaming at his friend of so many years. Times were hard as they were; he didn't need to fight with friends to add to the troubles. Especially those who knew how to read the ancient text. Charles didn't want to think if years of searching and countless deaths that were given into rescuing these slabs were in vain; he wanted to believe in this last hope. They had to be right, they have to tell him the answer. The enigma that plagued him and others for so long had to have the answer. Many have given their lives for this, many of his X-men; they couldn't have died in vain. This has to hold the answer, it has to, it has to.
"I can still remember them all, from the observant Elana to the chaotic Norse shape-changer Brynhild. From the optimistic Atlantian Nevat to the serious Xien Tsu. The Celts battle frenzied Alister and the melodious Bevin. The earth demons, Rakakeem and Kwanio. The opposites, venomous Nefertit and the tranquil Suminto Shinrei. The Babylonian prince Kazan Rishka of Kismet Isles and the Greek slave girl Evanglina. And of course, myself the ill-fated Desdemona. We, the few, the stupid and arrogant, the firsts."
A.N. Well, this is it the beginning of "In The Beginning". To all those who submitted a character and didn't get in, I'm sorry. So many people and ideas, and so little brains in how to include them all. They were all good, but the chosen ones, I felt added to the story and fit together. I encourage you all to read on, because, well because I want the reviews, hehe. But it's your choice. I hope you did enjoy this chapter so far. Also here are the characters' bio at this time, just so you know who you'll be seeing in later chapters. Thanks.
*^_^*
Ellie submitted
Desdemona: She is Greek with gray eyes and long slightly curled auburn hair. She is 18. Her code-name is Plague because she can kill anything, save humans or big critters, those she just stuns or cause them to get really sick or become unconscious.
Miss Novelist submitted
Evangelina, Lina for short. She is Greek also. She is skinny with deep green eyes, and long light brown hair. She is 20. Her power is the ability to create energy bombs that are in the shape of arrows; size depends on her need. She also has good accuracy with the smaller arrows; bigger ones don't really need great accuracy, just to be pointed in the right direction. Code name Artemis
Rascal submitted
Lord Kazan Rishka, Zan for short. He is Babylonian. He has a muscular body that is golden bronzed with dark brown eyes and long curly black hair. He is 24. His power is the gift of fire; he can create firebombs, and flash floods. Where he can make the fire just pour out of hands to spread everywhere in a ten foot radius, which is why he is code named Pompeii, no just kidding Rascal, Inferno is his true code name. Also can cause his favorite curved sword to become flamed.
A.N I feel as if I'm presenting contestants for the Miss America contest. Our next lady is Miss China
Realm submitted
Suminota Shirrei, Irrei for short. She is Chinese. She is 16. Her body is slim, with a black eyes, and silky ebony hair. Also she is the shortest member on the team. Her power is the ability to calm a person. She can make them feel happy and serene, also can take away happiness through her limited psychic powers. Her code name is Heisei. I don't understand that code name, but that's the cool part of it, so Realm if you could explain, it would be helpful. But everybody calls her Serenity as a pet name.
Ace submitted, numerous of times, lol.
Nefertit Acean. She is an Egyptian at the age of 22. Surprisingly, she is bony with unheard of blue eyes, with the regular black hair. Her power is that of illusion that emits poison, mostly on the forms of snakes. Also she spit and kisses venom into her victims. Her code name is guess what, much time was spent on this one, Venom! (Love you Ace)
And I submitted Kanwyio, (watch I spell his name wrong.)
Kanwyio. He is Egyptian at the age of 24. He is a big guy, muscular with a big potbelly. He has brown eyes, with shaggy brown hair. His power is over the ground; he can make fissures or gaping cracks. Also can make platforms or stairs out of the ground too. His name is Tectonic. True in their times they probably didn't know about plates tectonics, but I needed a cool name, so there.
Flipside submitted
Rakakeem. Or Raka for short. He is a Zulu. He is at the age of 16, with the perks of that age, a.k.a. tall lean and athletic body, that can bend over without back problems. He has intense brown eyes with short brown hair that is shorn on one side. He has the power over rock manipulation. He can create earthquakes like Lance. His code name is Terramover.
Risa submitted (what's with all the R pen names?)
Bevin Madadgon. She is a fabulous Celt who is 18. She has bright blue eyes and a short boy hairstyle for her blond hair. She has the power of sound, singing is her medium. She can lure people off to dream land or off a cliff. Plus with her pipes she can break glass. Her code name is a Greek, cough, hmm, name Siren. (I prefer Banshee, but that's been done before by Sean Cassidy, gotta love him, besides this fits better.)
Maxwell Dark submitted
Allister. He is also a Celt, in the truest meaning of the word. He has a muscular bod covered in some Celtic tattoos, also has pale green eyes, and long braided red brown hair. Many little braids with the rest down. Normally has the Scottish wolf hound Angus along with him. Wolfhounds are big dogs, biiiggg dogs. His power is a lot like Wolverines. He has super strength, great stamina, and rock hard arms, literally. So strong he can lift boulders. Code-named Berserker. Yes its been done but its better than Battle Furrier. Age 19
Sicay submitted
Xien Tsu. I don't know whats the first name, if it goes by the Chinese way by taking the second name as the person's name not the first as the family's or if Sicay wanted Xien for the man's name, not his family's, so Sicay could you clarify, please. Same with Realm for hers. But back to Xien. He is a 27-year-old China man. He has dark brown almost black eyes, and dark black hair that has been shorn from the usual single long braid. His mutation gives him the power of touchable fire. In other words, anything he touches can melt or just get warmer, depending on how long he holds on. Also is dabbing in healing arts.
His code name is Pai.
X-Moonchick submitted
Nevat. He is our only Atlantian. He is at the age of 20. He has dark blue eyes, with gorgeous short curly brown hair. His power is the control of water. He can create water jets, and bombs. When close enough to water can make water cyclones. His code name is Hydro.
Omni submitted, and I thank her dearly for doing do
Brynhild. She is our Norse female. She is 24 with dark blue eyes, and dark red hair, not bright blood red, but dark almost black red hair, that's long, thick and straight, but almost always in a thick braid. Her power is shapeshifting. She is really good at animals, has a little problem with people, and cannot hold them as long. She is normally seen with a brown red horse that she named Son. Her code name is rightly named Loki. Note to Omni, I luv mythology!!! Norse mythology is my fav of any kind; so yes I did see the resemblance. Do you want a son named Fenrir or a daughter named Hel? J/k. Good pick!!
And last but not least is my all time favorite from Black Ice
Elana. She is 19,and a Jewish female. She is muscular and tanned, with dark skin and white blond hair. Very cool eyes that are black with a white pupil. Her power is he control over someone's eyes. When she has this control, she can look out of their eyes, making the person temporally blinded. Also she can make anybody she wants a little disoriented, by changing their normal vision, by flipping the colors around, i.e., when something is blue, they will see it as orange. Her code name is Scrutiny. (Favoritism, whats that?)
To all the authors I just named. Sorry if I spelled anything wrong, I wrote the names down, but couldn't read my handwriting later.
Well that's them. Because all these people wouldn't even be able to speak the same language, I decided to play god. So using the magical thing I like to call Author's powers, they will all speak the universal English Language, which hasn't been invented yet, also without accents. Now that I have written over 2,000 words that don't mean a thing to my story, I'm calling it for the night. Good night, Good luck, and good reviewing.