This War-Torn World of Ours
A/N: Hello everybody. I've never done this before so I'll be blunt and to the point. I've never posted a story on FFN before, so first: If you're going to be a jack $$ and flame just because know that I'll probably not respond to it because I don't care. Second: Any constructive criticism, if posted in a respectful, or at least helpful or well-meaning manner, I greatly appreciate and I will be responding to all messages/reviews either in PM's or in updates.
Now a quick background so no-one gets lost or starts flaming because my story (If it can be called that) while written in the Wolverine and the X-Men universe's future with the near extinct mutants on the run from the sentinels and Prof. X speaking to the X-men from the future with some kinda super Cerebro (I never quite got how he was able to project his astral body twenty years in the past but that's irrelevant for right now.)
However because I know there is absolutely NO Hellion/X-23 fanfict in the Wolverine and the X-men bracket (trust me I've checked, several times) I will be posting this story in the main X-men category in the hopes that at least a few people will take a chance with me and read my story.
Thanks for sticking through the A/N (providing you managed ) – Nightmare on Stillwater.
Chapter 1 – The Hellion and the Clone
Julian Keller, more commonly known as Hellion, sat in the shade of a dilapidated old building with glowing neon green eyes as he crushed a car like a tin-can with a thought. After being freed from the concentration camp by the X-men and regaining his mutant ability of Telekinesis he had devoted every ounce of free energy and time to the improvement of his control, and mental strength.
Although he hadn't shown his newfound control to the others, he had recently developed the ability to fly, and was starting to learn how to dim the light projected by his unique energy signature to a muted dark green instead of the usual bright neon glow that had begun to be associated with his powerful level of telekinesis that, according to Professor X, was potentially Omega level once Hellion fully mastered his mutation.
During the long days on the run from sentinels, and the day to day struggle for survival, Professor X had taken to communicating with Hellion telepathically, coaching the boy on how to gain finer control of his telekinesis. According to the Professor; Hellion would only truly master his telekinesis after he first mastered himself, body and mind.
So that is exactly what Hellion began striving for, mastery of himself. It hadn't been easy to begin with, but within a week he had begun lifting cars and levitating them around his prone form while sitting in a traditional 'meditation' position floating several feet off the ground surrounded in a neon-green aura.
Without looking he lifted an eighteen wheeler from his left, and a large chunk of stone and twisted metal that had been too his right. Rotating his wrists slowly, as his brow furrowed in concentration, the truck disassembled into hundreds of pieces all surrounded by the aura of power when suddenly everything crashed into the ground.
Hellion's eyes snapped open and he dropped to the ground with a soft 'thud' rolling onto his knees, hands held defensively in front of his face he scanned the surrounding area for what it was that broke his concentration.
It hadn't been a noise, or even a sight, as his eyes had been closed, that tipped him off to the presence somewhere nearby, no it had been the scent. Hellion couldn't explain it, he lacked any sort of 'smell-power' but he had smelt it on the breeze, something so succulent and beautiful, as far as smells go at least, that he would remember it until the day he died.
"Who's there? Come out now!" Hellion shouted, unafraid of being ambushed by sentinels' knowing that if only one or two showed up he could easily take them down, and even more if it was the Predators.
A whisper of movement, in an instant he picked up a chunk of stone with his mind and hurtled it towards the source of the noise. The rock crushed through the remnants of a nearby building and out the other side where it rolled into the side of a second building sending a shower of broken glass raining on the street below.
Panting lightly, partially from fear, partially from exhaustion, Hellion turned again, his eyes glowing brightly as he searched for the intruder. "God damnit show yourself!" he screamed with an explosion of energy that sent shards of concrete, twisted metal, and glass into the air.
A soft whimsical giggle emanating from behind him caused him to spin around. Leaning against the building behind him was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Pale, as death and twice as deadly, with waist-length silky black hair, cat-like green eyes, her darkly painted lips pulled into a small smile that seemed half-mocking, half-curious.
Dressed like something out of a fantasy, nothing but tight black leather pants, a black corset, heavy combat boots, a myriad of leather bracelets and silver rings. Hellion felt his jaw drop, the glow leaving his eyes causing them to revert to an icy blue, she was perfect, everything about her screamed 'Goddess' and all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his life worshipping her perfection.
"W-who are you?" Hellion stuttered as he tried to stop staring at the girl.
Her smile widened and she laughed softly before pivoting on her heel and diving through an opening in the building she'd been leaning against. Eyes widening abruptly Hellion gave chase, completely forgetting about the powers he had been working so hard to improve his control over he dove through the opening into the darkness and was suddenly lost in the darkness inside.
Forming an orb of energy around his left hand to illuminate the darkness he stood still for a moment, unsure of which direction the girl had went, and by extent which he should go as well.
Then he heard it. A whisper of laugher to his right, the again to his left, just as he turned to find her he felt something warm press against his back, and breath against his right ear. "Looking for me?"
Hellion felt something snap inside him, her voice was something angelic. Hypnotic and beautiful, he couldn't help but think he'd do anything to hear that voice every day for the rest of his life and he knew he would do anything to make it happen.
Trying to still his racing heart he smirks, even though she couldn't see it being behind him and all, before replying as smoothly as he could manage when he felt her start rubbing against his back. "All my life Sweetheart."
That laughter caused his heart to resume its unnaturally quick pace and sent a shiver straight down his spine. Spinning around as fast as he could Hellion wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, and pulled her to his chest. Unable to help himself he just stared down at her for a moment before leaning forward until his face was buried in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply.
His exhale was a shudder as excitement racked his body, and suddenly he found himself holding the girl against the nearest wall. Both ripping at the others clothing in a fury of unexplained passion and desire that, when they had finally become too exhausted to continue had resulted in the destruction of the entire store and a large portion of the products stored inside, they passed out on a mound of cloths Hellion had hastily formed after they'd broken the counter that had previously held a register and various displays, and the girl had rather violently pulled him to the floor before continuing on the makeshift bedding.