Gravity Well part 1 - It's Morning in America.
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Authors note: 9/18/2004
This is the last edit I will do to this story, I swear. I fixed some glaring problems with it and put it all in past tense. Timothy Perando was an incredible help in doing edits to chapters 1 through 7 which I will be incorporating shortly.
Many have noted that chapters one and two are not the strongest chapters of this story. You can almost start on chapters 3, 5 or 6 and not feel like you've missed much. These are my first chapters of my writing career and I'd ask for your patience with the initial clunkiness. The story smoothes out and gets much more substantial in the later chapters. Please do yourself a favor and check them out!
Patrick Lewis. (AKA Hithereeveryone)
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The moon lit the night as two thirty came and went in suburban Springfield MO. Outside was cold and breezy but she does not care. She has needs. Needs that at this point can be satisfied in only one place, in only one way.
As she stole through the backyards of the neighborhood, she was careful to stay in the shadow of the trees to avoid whatever prying eyes the night concealed. She is alone and cold. Her need is strong.
Finding her way by the moon's light, the diminutive creature scurried to the back window of a modest home. She knows that here her needs will be met. With a well practiced flick she opened the window's lock and slowly, silently raised the sash.
She felt the warmth on her face. It drew her in. Like a squirrel, she noiselessly hoped up onto the windowsill. Once she checked that the coast was clear she stepped silently onto the carpet and closed the window behind her. Looking at the lumps in the bed, she saw her final reward, the thing that will feed her need. Creeping silently up to the bed, the intruder slowly pulled back the covers.
"You know the bear and I have been talking here," boomed a voice out of the darkness at the corner of the room as all of the lights sprung to blinding and revealing life.
"WWAAaaHHHHTTTTTT!!!!!" screamed the tiny intruder, revealed be a very small sixteen year old girl, her eyes bolted wide open with surprise.
The voice continued from its corner filled with a pile of stuffed animals. "... And we haven't yet decided how best to punish you since grounding you obviously doesn't work." He stood up to his full six foot height, and walked across the room toward the shivering teenager. Her dirty blonde hair covered her face. She still needed her sleep and her bed, but now adrenaline was running through her veins. "Sweetheart, do you have any idea how worried I was about you? Where the hell were you anyway?" His concerned tone dovetailed into frustration.
"I was,... I was out." She said, taking off her coat and shoes without meeting her father's eyes.
"OUT?! You have got to be kidding me! Who is out at 2:30 in the morning?" He came over and sat on the bed with her. Lifting her chin up with his finger he said softly, "Will you at least look at me when I'm talking to you? Can you give me that?" She reluctantly met his eyes. "Now where were you and why did you sneak out of the house. Worry me sick."
"I snuck out because YOU grounded me." The young girl gave in to confused anger and started to cry.
He took his hand away from her chin and said, "I grounded you because your grades suck."
"Just the english and social studies! I did great in math and physics", she shot back getting up from the bed.
He looked across at her. Standing all of four feet tall she was only slightly taller that he was sitting down. "You forgot gym." His tone softened. "Listen, honey,... we're a year away from looking into colleges. Coach Green seriously thinks you could get a real offer from a good school for a scholarship with your gymnastics and all, but not if you flunk your classes, any of them. I thought, maybe making you stay home instead of jerking around with Jannie and your buddies you'd, I don't know, pick up a book or something. Besides you still haven't told me where you were."
She shot a fiery look through her blonde locks. "I was out."
"Looks like were not getting anywhere tonight. I'll talk to you in the morning. You might want to take a shower, you smell like smoke." He kissed her on the head. "I love you but you are still way way grounded, Lucinda May. Get some sleep." He walked through the door and shut it behind him. Suddenly, with a TWANGONG! sound, a history book hit the door with a loud thump. "Break that door and pay for it. Actions have consequences," he yelled through the door.
From the other side of the room May looked at the book in disbelief. She hadn't touched it. Did she have ghosts in her room? She poked at the book with her toe. It didn't bite. She quickly put it back and jumped into bed. Now warm and comfortable she found herself falling into sleep, her needs met for now.
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Dawn broke on David Alleyne as he prepared to start the day. In his time here at the Xavier Institute he noticed that the fitter of the staff tended to have better nutritional skills and also worked out in the morning. This knowledge came to the tall black teen because David, like the rest of his classmates here at the affectionately nicknamed "Mutant High," was a mutant. While eyebeams and lightning bolts were what normal people thought of when they thought of mutants, David's talent for obtaining and incorporating the skills and knowledge of people around him was much less threatening.
Of course, David knew that skills and knowledge are sometimes no replacement for a good right hook, so he tied is shoes and set off for the gym to hit the treadmill and lift some weights. Before he closed the door he looked at his sleeping and disheveled roommate. While David was seventeen, and would be an upper classman, his little brother punk of a roommate was a sophomore with stinky feet. 'Waking the kid up is pointless,' He thought. 'I wonder if his power to heal can also help him build muscle? Then again, maybe it keeps him from getting the benefit of a work out. Whatever, I don't think I'll ever catch him in the gym. Not enough discipline. I wonder some times if he cares at all.'
The gym was bright and well equipped with mirrors on the walls and rubber matting on the floors. Though it was early he found that Cessily Kincaid and Sofia Mantgenta had already gotten there and were down to business on the free weights. He had gotten on well with Sofia since first arriving at the school a few months ago and they were good friends. While he didn't know Cessily as well as Sofia, he was beginning to warm up to her and her quip sense of humor.
In another part of the gym, Katie Pulaski was doing tumbling routines. Everyone knew Katie as "Katie the Cat Girl" because of her mutation. Her fur made her resemble someone who was half tabby and she had a playful and perky nature to match.
"Hey Sofia! Nice to see you this early. I was beginning to wonder if anyone was going to take me up on the morning weight training I had planned"
"Well, keep wondering. She's helping me out." Cessily jumped in. "It just about took a bomb to wake her up too. You guys need to lay off that afternoon coffee."
"Actually," Sofia yawned, "It was a little of both. That and the general encouragement of Wolverine to improve my strength." She put on her best Wolverine voice. "You can't always rely on your mutant powers. Sometimes a body's just gota have fortitude and strength to survive." She smiled and continued, "You know? He called me 'slight?'"
Cessily's red hair bobbed above her shiny metallic face as she giggled at Sofia's impersonation. "Yea, well, you are slight. And I don't see you becoming She-Hulk ether."
The sixteen year old Venezuelan girl struck a clenched body builder pose and grunted out "Grrrr!!"
"Nice face." David teased. "So why are you 'beefing up' Cessily?"
She leaned back into the bench press as Sofia finished adjusting the weights on the barbell. The redheaded metallic girl pushed up on the barbell with Sofia standing spotter. "Well,.. Apparently, my equivalent strength is related to my control of my shape shifting powers." She struggled to keep her form as she moved the bar down and then up as she talked. "In truth, I have no 'beef' to work with, lucky me, so the idea is that I train with weights to give me the 'force of will' to retain my natural shape even against great strain. Xa'in's idea," She added, referring to her faculty advisor.
"So how's it going?" David asked. Suddenly the barbell slipped languidly through the mercury-metallic hands of the young mutant, went right down through her forearms and smooched all the way through her chest. A ripple went through her liquidy body from the shock.
"Not too great I'm afraid." She replied to David as nonchalantly as possible with a barbell sticking out of her upper chest. "Nice spot, by the way." She kidded to Sofia who was trying to get the weights off of, or rather, out of her friend.
Katie and David came over to help out and lifted on ether side of the weight until they got the barbell off of Cessily enough for her to slide out from under it. This pulled her leotard awkwardly out of place but David wisely pretended not to notice.
"Maybe you should use the machines, or dumbbells," the young black mutant suggested.
"Thanks, David, Sofia, but I guess the gym wasn't that good an idea. Dr. McCoy said he had a hydraulic press I could use to work out in. I'll see you guys at breakfast, kay?"
"Sure thing," Sofia beamed as Cessly walked out the gym door.
Katie looked at the door. "Wow, I thought she was going to loose her clothes again. You know that's what happened when her powers first kicked in? She melted into a pool of mercury in homeroom and when she pieced herself back together she was naked! Makes waking up with a coat of fur sound like a walk in the park." She started to tumble away and added glibly, "or at the very least, a little less breezy."
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Xavier sat at his desk examined his email. Cerebro had detected two new mutant signatures last night and he poured over the reports. A sense of satisfaction passed over him. This was when he felt most at peace, answering his calling. He thought of them, somewhere out in the Midwest. Two new mutants had been born into this unforgiving world. 'Hopefully they will find their place and not give in to the temptations that their powers will lay across their path.' Professor Xavier felt like a father concerned about his children.
He was awakened from his thoughts by a knock on the door. "Ah. Mr. Xorn, please come in."
Tall, wrapped in metal chains and enclosed in an iron mask Xorn was an imposing figure. This was in contrast to his soft gait and his gentle handling of a fine china cup. "I thought you could use some coffee, Sir. How are you doing today?"
Xavier took the cup and saucer from Xorn as he sat down. "You mean how are the legs feeling? They are fine, Mr. Xorn. Thank you for your concern. How are your students doing?"
"The special class is taking to my tutoring exceptionally well. I find that they are quite willing to learn given the proper,... inspiration."
There was something in this explanation that perked Xavier's ears, but he let it go. Since coming to the Xmen, Xorn had shown himself to be trustworthy and Xavier had the utmost confidence in his friend. "Well your brand of inspiration my find additional use in the future here Mr. Xorn. It seems that we have located two new mutants last night in the mid-west region. I believe that we are under represented in 'America's heartland' and this is a prime opportunity to change that. Diversity is critical to a well rounded education, especially among mutants."
"I agree completely, Sir. If I may, how are you intending to contact these new potential charges? Are you dispatching Ms. Moonstar again? She has shown herself to be quite resourceful."
"Yes, I find that the younger kids respond to Dani very favorably indeed. And since all the other aircraft are taken at the moment, I'm thinking of giving Dani that flying time in the Learjet she requested. It's a shame really about her horse. I do believe that she misses flying with him."
Xorn shifted in his chair. "Sir, have you considered sending Dani's charges along with her on this recruitment drive? That is a very large plane and could easily accommodate the extra passengers."
Xavier kept his puzzlement about Xorn's suggestion to himself as he answered. Though he had not talked to the staff at length about these matters, he was determined not to repeat the mistakes of the past. "I hadn't considered it and I still wouldn't. Thank you for your input, Mr. Xorn, but those students are not X-men, nor do I believe that they should be traveling with as inexperienced a pilot as Dani. Even though she has my confidence, accidents do happen, wouldn't you agree?"
"I would agree to the risk of flying, but not to the students isolation in this institution. You would agree that we should include people from every walk of life into the school, but you would shut the door to having the students experience these different environments for themselves. If our goal is the eventual harmony with our human brethren, shouldn't these children get to go out and experience how humans live?"
"If you are cautioning me against building a mutant ghetto here, I am sensitive to that situation. However, this is a school for mutants, Mr. Xorn, and to a limited degree there will have to be some segregation from the human population. These children are fragile jewels, and are not always able to handle the pressure that accompanies their uniqueness. I'm afraid the policy here at Xavier's is that we are to nurture our charges to be at peace with themselves so that they are better able to be at peace with others. And that is to be done in a controlled environment. Is there anything else, Mr. Xorn?" Xavier said.
"No, Sir, I believe I need to get ready for my morning classes. Thank you."
As Xorn left, Xavier remarked upon his unusual teaching style. There was no doubt that he was getting results out of the school's most difficult children. Still, he made a note to take a deeper look into Mr. Xorn's methods.
Switching gears, the old professor went back to the question of these two new mutants. On one, he had a reasonably extensive file. This young man had physical manifestations of some sort that would dissipate over time. The power level was strong so the properties of whatever it is he could produce could be extreme, but it is clear that he would be hampered by the rapid deterioration of the substance. By the amount of data that he had on this new mutant, he must have been using his power fairly liberally since discovering it. "Hopefully the young man isn't a danger to himself" Xavier thought.
Turning to the other profile he had in front of him, Xavier read these words:
Mutant detected Springfield MO. Female. Power Level: Unknown Power type: Unknown
Further Detail:
Contact duration: .05 seconds. Power Level during burst: Astronomical Power type: Telekinetic?
Continuing local scans of the area.
Extreme caution! Upper Omega Level Mutant.
"Oh Dear! I hope this young lady isn't a danger to others!"
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Retreating to the privacy of his classroom, Xorn produced a cellular phone from his jacket. He waited until the message 'connection secure' came up on the phone before speaking.
"Esme," he said in the whispering version of his booming voice, "I would like you to do something for me,..."
To be continued.
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Authors note: 9/18/2004
This is the last edit I will do to this story, I swear. I fixed some glaring problems with it and put it all in past tense. Timothy Perando was an incredible help in doing edits to chapters 1 through 7 which I will be incorporating shortly.
Many have noted that chapters one and two are not the strongest chapters of this story. You can almost start on chapters 3, 5 or 6 and not feel like you've missed much. These are my first chapters of my writing career and I'd ask for your patience with the initial clunkiness. The story smoothes out and gets much more substantial in the later chapters. Please do yourself a favor and check them out!
Patrick Lewis. (AKA Hithereeveryone)
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The moon lit the night as two thirty came and went in suburban Springfield MO. Outside was cold and breezy but she does not care. She has needs. Needs that at this point can be satisfied in only one place, in only one way.
As she stole through the backyards of the neighborhood, she was careful to stay in the shadow of the trees to avoid whatever prying eyes the night concealed. She is alone and cold. Her need is strong.
Finding her way by the moon's light, the diminutive creature scurried to the back window of a modest home. She knows that here her needs will be met. With a well practiced flick she opened the window's lock and slowly, silently raised the sash.
She felt the warmth on her face. It drew her in. Like a squirrel, she noiselessly hoped up onto the windowsill. Once she checked that the coast was clear she stepped silently onto the carpet and closed the window behind her. Looking at the lumps in the bed, she saw her final reward, the thing that will feed her need. Creeping silently up to the bed, the intruder slowly pulled back the covers.
"You know the bear and I have been talking here," boomed a voice out of the darkness at the corner of the room as all of the lights sprung to blinding and revealing life.
"WWAAaaHHHHTTTTTT!!!!!" screamed the tiny intruder, revealed be a very small sixteen year old girl, her eyes bolted wide open with surprise.
The voice continued from its corner filled with a pile of stuffed animals. "... And we haven't yet decided how best to punish you since grounding you obviously doesn't work." He stood up to his full six foot height, and walked across the room toward the shivering teenager. Her dirty blonde hair covered her face. She still needed her sleep and her bed, but now adrenaline was running through her veins. "Sweetheart, do you have any idea how worried I was about you? Where the hell were you anyway?" His concerned tone dovetailed into frustration.
"I was,... I was out." She said, taking off her coat and shoes without meeting her father's eyes.
"OUT?! You have got to be kidding me! Who is out at 2:30 in the morning?" He came over and sat on the bed with her. Lifting her chin up with his finger he said softly, "Will you at least look at me when I'm talking to you? Can you give me that?" She reluctantly met his eyes. "Now where were you and why did you sneak out of the house. Worry me sick."
"I snuck out because YOU grounded me." The young girl gave in to confused anger and started to cry.
He took his hand away from her chin and said, "I grounded you because your grades suck."
"Just the english and social studies! I did great in math and physics", she shot back getting up from the bed.
He looked across at her. Standing all of four feet tall she was only slightly taller that he was sitting down. "You forgot gym." His tone softened. "Listen, honey,... we're a year away from looking into colleges. Coach Green seriously thinks you could get a real offer from a good school for a scholarship with your gymnastics and all, but not if you flunk your classes, any of them. I thought, maybe making you stay home instead of jerking around with Jannie and your buddies you'd, I don't know, pick up a book or something. Besides you still haven't told me where you were."
She shot a fiery look through her blonde locks. "I was out."
"Looks like were not getting anywhere tonight. I'll talk to you in the morning. You might want to take a shower, you smell like smoke." He kissed her on the head. "I love you but you are still way way grounded, Lucinda May. Get some sleep." He walked through the door and shut it behind him. Suddenly, with a TWANGONG! sound, a history book hit the door with a loud thump. "Break that door and pay for it. Actions have consequences," he yelled through the door.
From the other side of the room May looked at the book in disbelief. She hadn't touched it. Did she have ghosts in her room? She poked at the book with her toe. It didn't bite. She quickly put it back and jumped into bed. Now warm and comfortable she found herself falling into sleep, her needs met for now.
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Dawn broke on David Alleyne as he prepared to start the day. In his time here at the Xavier Institute he noticed that the fitter of the staff tended to have better nutritional skills and also worked out in the morning. This knowledge came to the tall black teen because David, like the rest of his classmates here at the affectionately nicknamed "Mutant High," was a mutant. While eyebeams and lightning bolts were what normal people thought of when they thought of mutants, David's talent for obtaining and incorporating the skills and knowledge of people around him was much less threatening.
Of course, David knew that skills and knowledge are sometimes no replacement for a good right hook, so he tied is shoes and set off for the gym to hit the treadmill and lift some weights. Before he closed the door he looked at his sleeping and disheveled roommate. While David was seventeen, and would be an upper classman, his little brother punk of a roommate was a sophomore with stinky feet. 'Waking the kid up is pointless,' He thought. 'I wonder if his power to heal can also help him build muscle? Then again, maybe it keeps him from getting the benefit of a work out. Whatever, I don't think I'll ever catch him in the gym. Not enough discipline. I wonder some times if he cares at all.'
The gym was bright and well equipped with mirrors on the walls and rubber matting on the floors. Though it was early he found that Cessily Kincaid and Sofia Mantgenta had already gotten there and were down to business on the free weights. He had gotten on well with Sofia since first arriving at the school a few months ago and they were good friends. While he didn't know Cessily as well as Sofia, he was beginning to warm up to her and her quip sense of humor.
In another part of the gym, Katie Pulaski was doing tumbling routines. Everyone knew Katie as "Katie the Cat Girl" because of her mutation. Her fur made her resemble someone who was half tabby and she had a playful and perky nature to match.
"Hey Sofia! Nice to see you this early. I was beginning to wonder if anyone was going to take me up on the morning weight training I had planned"
"Well, keep wondering. She's helping me out." Cessily jumped in. "It just about took a bomb to wake her up too. You guys need to lay off that afternoon coffee."
"Actually," Sofia yawned, "It was a little of both. That and the general encouragement of Wolverine to improve my strength." She put on her best Wolverine voice. "You can't always rely on your mutant powers. Sometimes a body's just gota have fortitude and strength to survive." She smiled and continued, "You know? He called me 'slight?'"
Cessily's red hair bobbed above her shiny metallic face as she giggled at Sofia's impersonation. "Yea, well, you are slight. And I don't see you becoming She-Hulk ether."
The sixteen year old Venezuelan girl struck a clenched body builder pose and grunted out "Grrrr!!"
"Nice face." David teased. "So why are you 'beefing up' Cessily?"
She leaned back into the bench press as Sofia finished adjusting the weights on the barbell. The redheaded metallic girl pushed up on the barbell with Sofia standing spotter. "Well,.. Apparently, my equivalent strength is related to my control of my shape shifting powers." She struggled to keep her form as she moved the bar down and then up as she talked. "In truth, I have no 'beef' to work with, lucky me, so the idea is that I train with weights to give me the 'force of will' to retain my natural shape even against great strain. Xa'in's idea," She added, referring to her faculty advisor.
"So how's it going?" David asked. Suddenly the barbell slipped languidly through the mercury-metallic hands of the young mutant, went right down through her forearms and smooched all the way through her chest. A ripple went through her liquidy body from the shock.
"Not too great I'm afraid." She replied to David as nonchalantly as possible with a barbell sticking out of her upper chest. "Nice spot, by the way." She kidded to Sofia who was trying to get the weights off of, or rather, out of her friend.
Katie and David came over to help out and lifted on ether side of the weight until they got the barbell off of Cessily enough for her to slide out from under it. This pulled her leotard awkwardly out of place but David wisely pretended not to notice.
"Maybe you should use the machines, or dumbbells," the young black mutant suggested.
"Thanks, David, Sofia, but I guess the gym wasn't that good an idea. Dr. McCoy said he had a hydraulic press I could use to work out in. I'll see you guys at breakfast, kay?"
"Sure thing," Sofia beamed as Cessly walked out the gym door.
Katie looked at the door. "Wow, I thought she was going to loose her clothes again. You know that's what happened when her powers first kicked in? She melted into a pool of mercury in homeroom and when she pieced herself back together she was naked! Makes waking up with a coat of fur sound like a walk in the park." She started to tumble away and added glibly, "or at the very least, a little less breezy."
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Xavier sat at his desk examined his email. Cerebro had detected two new mutant signatures last night and he poured over the reports. A sense of satisfaction passed over him. This was when he felt most at peace, answering his calling. He thought of them, somewhere out in the Midwest. Two new mutants had been born into this unforgiving world. 'Hopefully they will find their place and not give in to the temptations that their powers will lay across their path.' Professor Xavier felt like a father concerned about his children.
He was awakened from his thoughts by a knock on the door. "Ah. Mr. Xorn, please come in."
Tall, wrapped in metal chains and enclosed in an iron mask Xorn was an imposing figure. This was in contrast to his soft gait and his gentle handling of a fine china cup. "I thought you could use some coffee, Sir. How are you doing today?"
Xavier took the cup and saucer from Xorn as he sat down. "You mean how are the legs feeling? They are fine, Mr. Xorn. Thank you for your concern. How are your students doing?"
"The special class is taking to my tutoring exceptionally well. I find that they are quite willing to learn given the proper,... inspiration."
There was something in this explanation that perked Xavier's ears, but he let it go. Since coming to the Xmen, Xorn had shown himself to be trustworthy and Xavier had the utmost confidence in his friend. "Well your brand of inspiration my find additional use in the future here Mr. Xorn. It seems that we have located two new mutants last night in the mid-west region. I believe that we are under represented in 'America's heartland' and this is a prime opportunity to change that. Diversity is critical to a well rounded education, especially among mutants."
"I agree completely, Sir. If I may, how are you intending to contact these new potential charges? Are you dispatching Ms. Moonstar again? She has shown herself to be quite resourceful."
"Yes, I find that the younger kids respond to Dani very favorably indeed. And since all the other aircraft are taken at the moment, I'm thinking of giving Dani that flying time in the Learjet she requested. It's a shame really about her horse. I do believe that she misses flying with him."
Xorn shifted in his chair. "Sir, have you considered sending Dani's charges along with her on this recruitment drive? That is a very large plane and could easily accommodate the extra passengers."
Xavier kept his puzzlement about Xorn's suggestion to himself as he answered. Though he had not talked to the staff at length about these matters, he was determined not to repeat the mistakes of the past. "I hadn't considered it and I still wouldn't. Thank you for your input, Mr. Xorn, but those students are not X-men, nor do I believe that they should be traveling with as inexperienced a pilot as Dani. Even though she has my confidence, accidents do happen, wouldn't you agree?"
"I would agree to the risk of flying, but not to the students isolation in this institution. You would agree that we should include people from every walk of life into the school, but you would shut the door to having the students experience these different environments for themselves. If our goal is the eventual harmony with our human brethren, shouldn't these children get to go out and experience how humans live?"
"If you are cautioning me against building a mutant ghetto here, I am sensitive to that situation. However, this is a school for mutants, Mr. Xorn, and to a limited degree there will have to be some segregation from the human population. These children are fragile jewels, and are not always able to handle the pressure that accompanies their uniqueness. I'm afraid the policy here at Xavier's is that we are to nurture our charges to be at peace with themselves so that they are better able to be at peace with others. And that is to be done in a controlled environment. Is there anything else, Mr. Xorn?" Xavier said.
"No, Sir, I believe I need to get ready for my morning classes. Thank you."
As Xorn left, Xavier remarked upon his unusual teaching style. There was no doubt that he was getting results out of the school's most difficult children. Still, he made a note to take a deeper look into Mr. Xorn's methods.
Switching gears, the old professor went back to the question of these two new mutants. On one, he had a reasonably extensive file. This young man had physical manifestations of some sort that would dissipate over time. The power level was strong so the properties of whatever it is he could produce could be extreme, but it is clear that he would be hampered by the rapid deterioration of the substance. By the amount of data that he had on this new mutant, he must have been using his power fairly liberally since discovering it. "Hopefully the young man isn't a danger to himself" Xavier thought.
Turning to the other profile he had in front of him, Xavier read these words:
Mutant detected Springfield MO. Female. Power Level: Unknown Power type: Unknown
Further Detail:
Contact duration: .05 seconds. Power Level during burst: Astronomical Power type: Telekinetic?
Continuing local scans of the area.
Extreme caution! Upper Omega Level Mutant.
"Oh Dear! I hope this young lady isn't a danger to others!"
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Retreating to the privacy of his classroom, Xorn produced a cellular phone from his jacket. He waited until the message 'connection secure' came up on the phone before speaking.
"Esme," he said in the whispering version of his booming voice, "I would like you to do something for me,..."
To be continued.