Siberia
AN: I don't own, blah, blah blah, except for ... my talent put into creating it. NOTE-the Backstreet Boys inspired me for this. Sequel to 'Is It Saturday Yet?', inspired by Nick Carter's song
Chapter 1--Ice and Snow
Endless forest all around. Then, as far as the eye can see is blue, blue, and more blue. It's like a coast less entity, all blue and all beautiful. A few meters away, the placid, frozen blue skin of Siberia's biggest lake ripples into crests of broken crystal as it approaches the pebbled coast. Even in winter the mighty tide of the sleeping lake challenges its icy restraints, crushing against the shoreline with the force of a glacier. Farther out, a smooth sheath of white flows uninterrupted to the horizon, where the faint outline of a majestic mountain range floats mysteriously on the hazy sky.
High in the clouds, a jet plane was flying overhead and in the jet sat a young man with black hair, yet sparkling blue eyes. He was finally home, or what was left of it. Preparing to descend, Peter came up behind Storm. "Beautiful," he stared out of the window.
"Yes it is." Storm said, not knowing what else to say.
With a great crunch on the snow below, Storm opened the jet. As Peter took that giant step from the ramp, his head turned in every direction as he scanned the landscape and the memories of his past stung at his eyes. "For two years I have feared for my family's safety when I left for America," Peter looked back, hearing Storm walking toward him. "I wanted to find new life." He explained. "The Russian government, they found out my brother, Mikhail, was a mutant. A couple months after they recruited him to go on some space mission, we never heard from him again. One day the Russian government called saying that he died." Storm hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder, offering some comfort and condolence. Peter remained gazed off in the distance, telling the rest of his story.
"My mother had another child. A miracle she was. My sister Illyana. I am her big brother, just as Mikhail was to me," Peter turned to finally face Storm. I will not let Magneto kill her of my parent at my expense." He slammed his fist in his hand out of anger.
"Peter, I know you don't want any harm to come to your family, but now that you've joined the X-Men, you're a part of our family too and we want to help you." Storm pulled out a small device from her pocket and handed it to Peter. "The professor wants you to have this, in case you are in any danger, we'll immediately send someone out to help you." Peter took it and examined it for a moment, then looked at the beautiful weather witch.
"Thank you. I can not express how much you and the X-Men have done for me." He took her into a hug.
"I know Peter, I know." Storm turned her heel and started back for the jet. Peter looked onwards and started his journey north.
In the high regions of the north, there was a plot being beckoned. A gigantic monster, covered in thick fur, rose up from the icy tundra. A roar, echoing far and wide, came back to Peter like the cold wind chilling the spine. He froze in his tracks, hands clenched into fists, muscles flexed and he carried on. Each step he took made the earth seem to tremble. With rage and determination burning in his eye, Peter broke out into a stride, then a run, and finally he was nothing more than just a speck in the distance.