I do not Own X-Men, any of its characters heroes or villains. Eventual Quentin X Idie pairing.
Chapter One
He walked over to the grave. Why was this one special? For once he did not know.
An unusual sensation for him.
A rare sensation.
Nevertheless.
He raised his hand and metal tentacles plunged into the dirt. Pieces of earth flew up from the impact and dust was carried by the wind as it howled through the air whispering only one word.
A name.
Long dead.
But not forgotten.
No never forgotten.
"Sophie."
Sheep.
Mindless sheep.
One day they might wake up and realize that they were acting like nothing more than mindless animals. Being herded from room to room.
"Hey Quentin! Professor McCoy left his lab open!" screeched the excited voice of Glob Herman.
Quentin groaned at the voice. Another sheep just of another kind. Possibly worse. His eyes turned toward the mass of pink that was his fellow student. Glob Herman's eyes were wide in excitement as he waited expectant for ...what?
Quentin sighed, "So?" he asked drawling the word out.
"So! So! We should do something! Spray paint it or sumthin."
Is this what I've been reduced to? Spray painting teachers offices?
"Do it yourself,"Quentin muttered. His eyes shifted to the window as a light vibration echoed from it. What the? He leaned forward towards the window. Maybe I can- The thought was cut off abruptly as two floating eyeballs in the mass of pink shoved themselves in his face.
"Oh come on! This might be out only chance!" Herman squealed.
"Move!" Quentin replied annoyed as he accessed the ever small brain of his classmate forcing the gigantic pile of goo to step aside.
"Is there a problem here Mr. Quire?" came the sharp voice of Rachel Summers.
"No problem at all Rachel," Quentin telepathically broadcast a snide undertone to the thought.
The red-haired woman's eyes narrowed as she returned the message with a strict one of her own, "That's Professor Summers to you."
"Whatever."
Glob glanced nervously between the two but as far as he could see they were simply glaring at each other. Rachel Summers eyes flicked to the window and a tight-lipped frown came across her face. Something akin to realization quickly overcame it though and although Glob Herman didn't understand what the look meant Quentin Quire did. How could he not when the vibrations had just met his mind as well broadcasting an energy that he was all to familiar with. He paled as Rachel left the room her footsteps at a fast pace as she sought out the headmaster. The other classmates hadn't noticed paid much attention to Glob Herman's or Quentin Quires little interaction but everyone had noticed the Professor that had left as if she had seen a ghost.
For that matter the self-proclaimed Kid Omega looked a little pale to.
Only Quire knew that what he felt was worse than seeing a ghost.
After all if all he did was see her then he could chalk it up to an illusionist.
Feeling her was a different matter altogether.