No matter how many angry letters I send, I still don't own the X-men, I do
however own my character who doesn't seem to have a name yet, whatever,
she's mine! Not Marvel's! Not Stan Lee's! Mine! MWAHAHAHA!
Chapter one
Motorbikes in the rain
The rain poured down heavily around the Xavier Institute. The gutters had been over flowing for days now, school had been closed, flooded and a lot of the citizens of Bayville were being driven crazy. A young teenage girl was sitting in the windowsill of the Xavier Institute, leaning her forehead against the cold window. She wanted to go outside; she didn't like being cooped up all day, no one at the institute did. She stared at the water falling from the heavens, blowing each of her brown bangs out of her face one at a time. With the weather witch of the Institute visiting her sister, the future looked bleak. She could go outside, no one would know, but her friend had already tried that after three days, when they'd got him to come back inside he shivered and sneezed for days afterwards, he was avoided like the plague, the goop hanging constantly from his nose wasn't very attractive. She crossed her eyes and looked down to her own nose. Someone would definitely notice. She sighed loudly, her breath condensating on the glass. She wrote 'Kitty' with a sleek finger.
"I'm bored!" The voice reached her ears and the sound of something flopping onto the sofa. Kitty didn't turn to see who, it was probably Evan.
"When is this stupid rain gonna stop?" Yes, it was definitely Evan. Kitty imagined Evan skateboarding around with an umbrella in one hand. She laughed, it wasn't incredibly funny, but she needed to laugh. Over a week of danger room sessions and board games had taken its toll on everyone. She broke her gaze from the rain and turned around. Scott, Jean and Evan on the sofa, Logan in the armchair, alone, as usual, apart from a beer. The window proved more interesting than the drone of the TV. She turned to the glass again, her head a few inches away this time. She could see her reflection, she looked bored. She soon found her head leaning against the cool window again. She watched as things washed away down the stream-like road outside the Institute. McDonald's box, a jacket, crisp bag, a cat, a wallet, a person. She watched with mild amusement as a car was trying to drive against the current, slowly progressing. Suddenly, something caught her eye. A motorbike attempting to do what the car barely did. She swore she could hear the engine growing stronger, it rode on its back wheel and sped away. 'That was unexpected' she thought. The fact that the bike was gone ended her fascination. Just minutes later it came back. The rider quickly stole a glance at the sign on the Institute wall, the helmeted head turned back to the river-road before it and turned again. It stopped just outside the Institute and the rider slowly got off, holding onto the bike tightly, making sure it didn't wash away.
"Hey." Kitty's voice was weak from barely being used; it caught the attention of three in the room though. "Come look." Scott, Jean and Evan slowly got up and stumbled over to the window. They rubbed away the condensation to see outside and stared at the biker with one hand on the bike and the other grasping the gates at the entrance to the Institute. Whoever it was, they were certainly determined.
"Think we should open the gate?" Scott questioned, not taking his visor covered eyes from the person. Logan took that as his cue to open the gate. Scott, Jean, Evan and Kitty watched as the gates shuddered open, with the biker still clinging on. They looked around suspiciously as they wheeled the bike in toward the mansion.
"I don't think they're gonna like you lot starin' at 'em all day." Logan growled, suddenly behind the younger mutants.
"Yeah." Jean answered quietly. They all squeezed onto the sofa, again, Logan in his armchair. Soon enough, the doorbell sounded and Rogue answered the door.
"Yeah?" the southern voice sounded, Kitty was listening from the living room.
"Hey," It was a woman's voice from the door. "I couldn't help but notice that you opened the gate for me."
"You mahght as well come in. Shall I get you some dry clothes?"
"If it isn't too much a bother."
"She probably won't mahnd, she's not coming back for another two weeks."
"Great. Could you tell me, is this the Xavier Institute?"
"The very place. Make yourself at home."
"Thanks." Rogue didn't exactly sound ecstatic, but she could be polite when she wanted to. The woman poked her head around the door and looked at the five mutants staring mindlessly at the TV. Kitty turned, the woman wore a leathery biker-jacket and worn out jeans, in one hand was a red helmet. Her dark eyes twinkled and her long navy hair spread out along her back, she reminded Kitty of someone, though she couldn't place who.
"Hey, kids." Her voice was like silk woven into sound by gods. The other three acknowledged her. "Is there a James Howlett here?" They slowly shook their heads. "Ok. Where's the boss of this place?"
"Follow me." Jean used all her might to get up, she put her polite perfect self on the surface rather than the lazy, TV watching, donut eating self that had grown over the rainy days. She took her upstairs and tapped lightly on the door to Xavier's office.
"Come in." Jean heard through the door. He could've telepathically sent it, but they were careful not to freak people out anymore. The woman entered and Jean left.
"Hey, you must be Professor Xavier, right?" She chimed.
"Yes, that's me." He wheeled out from behind his desk. "Tell me, why have you come here?" He wasn't going to pry into someone's mind without their consent.
"I'm looking for a mutant; I think he's here, his name's James Howlett. Know him?" A thin eyebrow lifted as she watched the Professor.
"I'm sorry, I've never heard of him." Xavier steeped his hands.
"I bet you have, just didn't know it, he wasn't one to know people." She looked at her boots. "Well, do you have a way of finding him?"
"Well.....Yes." Xavier answered slowly.
"Great! Well, do that! Whatever. Hey, mind if I stay here until the weather's better? Can't ride a bike very well when the roads have turned into rivers." She left his office, assuming that he said yes.
_Hee hee_
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Chapter one
Motorbikes in the rain
The rain poured down heavily around the Xavier Institute. The gutters had been over flowing for days now, school had been closed, flooded and a lot of the citizens of Bayville were being driven crazy. A young teenage girl was sitting in the windowsill of the Xavier Institute, leaning her forehead against the cold window. She wanted to go outside; she didn't like being cooped up all day, no one at the institute did. She stared at the water falling from the heavens, blowing each of her brown bangs out of her face one at a time. With the weather witch of the Institute visiting her sister, the future looked bleak. She could go outside, no one would know, but her friend had already tried that after three days, when they'd got him to come back inside he shivered and sneezed for days afterwards, he was avoided like the plague, the goop hanging constantly from his nose wasn't very attractive. She crossed her eyes and looked down to her own nose. Someone would definitely notice. She sighed loudly, her breath condensating on the glass. She wrote 'Kitty' with a sleek finger.
"I'm bored!" The voice reached her ears and the sound of something flopping onto the sofa. Kitty didn't turn to see who, it was probably Evan.
"When is this stupid rain gonna stop?" Yes, it was definitely Evan. Kitty imagined Evan skateboarding around with an umbrella in one hand. She laughed, it wasn't incredibly funny, but she needed to laugh. Over a week of danger room sessions and board games had taken its toll on everyone. She broke her gaze from the rain and turned around. Scott, Jean and Evan on the sofa, Logan in the armchair, alone, as usual, apart from a beer. The window proved more interesting than the drone of the TV. She turned to the glass again, her head a few inches away this time. She could see her reflection, she looked bored. She soon found her head leaning against the cool window again. She watched as things washed away down the stream-like road outside the Institute. McDonald's box, a jacket, crisp bag, a cat, a wallet, a person. She watched with mild amusement as a car was trying to drive against the current, slowly progressing. Suddenly, something caught her eye. A motorbike attempting to do what the car barely did. She swore she could hear the engine growing stronger, it rode on its back wheel and sped away. 'That was unexpected' she thought. The fact that the bike was gone ended her fascination. Just minutes later it came back. The rider quickly stole a glance at the sign on the Institute wall, the helmeted head turned back to the river-road before it and turned again. It stopped just outside the Institute and the rider slowly got off, holding onto the bike tightly, making sure it didn't wash away.
"Hey." Kitty's voice was weak from barely being used; it caught the attention of three in the room though. "Come look." Scott, Jean and Evan slowly got up and stumbled over to the window. They rubbed away the condensation to see outside and stared at the biker with one hand on the bike and the other grasping the gates at the entrance to the Institute. Whoever it was, they were certainly determined.
"Think we should open the gate?" Scott questioned, not taking his visor covered eyes from the person. Logan took that as his cue to open the gate. Scott, Jean, Evan and Kitty watched as the gates shuddered open, with the biker still clinging on. They looked around suspiciously as they wheeled the bike in toward the mansion.
"I don't think they're gonna like you lot starin' at 'em all day." Logan growled, suddenly behind the younger mutants.
"Yeah." Jean answered quietly. They all squeezed onto the sofa, again, Logan in his armchair. Soon enough, the doorbell sounded and Rogue answered the door.
"Yeah?" the southern voice sounded, Kitty was listening from the living room.
"Hey," It was a woman's voice from the door. "I couldn't help but notice that you opened the gate for me."
"You mahght as well come in. Shall I get you some dry clothes?"
"If it isn't too much a bother."
"She probably won't mahnd, she's not coming back for another two weeks."
"Great. Could you tell me, is this the Xavier Institute?"
"The very place. Make yourself at home."
"Thanks." Rogue didn't exactly sound ecstatic, but she could be polite when she wanted to. The woman poked her head around the door and looked at the five mutants staring mindlessly at the TV. Kitty turned, the woman wore a leathery biker-jacket and worn out jeans, in one hand was a red helmet. Her dark eyes twinkled and her long navy hair spread out along her back, she reminded Kitty of someone, though she couldn't place who.
"Hey, kids." Her voice was like silk woven into sound by gods. The other three acknowledged her. "Is there a James Howlett here?" They slowly shook their heads. "Ok. Where's the boss of this place?"
"Follow me." Jean used all her might to get up, she put her polite perfect self on the surface rather than the lazy, TV watching, donut eating self that had grown over the rainy days. She took her upstairs and tapped lightly on the door to Xavier's office.
"Come in." Jean heard through the door. He could've telepathically sent it, but they were careful not to freak people out anymore. The woman entered and Jean left.
"Hey, you must be Professor Xavier, right?" She chimed.
"Yes, that's me." He wheeled out from behind his desk. "Tell me, why have you come here?" He wasn't going to pry into someone's mind without their consent.
"I'm looking for a mutant; I think he's here, his name's James Howlett. Know him?" A thin eyebrow lifted as she watched the Professor.
"I'm sorry, I've never heard of him." Xavier steeped his hands.
"I bet you have, just didn't know it, he wasn't one to know people." She looked at her boots. "Well, do you have a way of finding him?"
"Well.....Yes." Xavier answered slowly.
"Great! Well, do that! Whatever. Hey, mind if I stay here until the weather's better? Can't ride a bike very well when the roads have turned into rivers." She left his office, assuming that he said yes.
_Hee hee_
Well? Come on, let's hear it. I want to know what you think, wait, I can't hear you through the computer, however will you let me know? I know! Submit a review! It's that beautiful little button below that you know you want to click. Click it! Click it! Click it! Whatever. Do what you want, it's not like I care!