Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong
to me. (Well, one might. The bad guy) All the X-Men and Generation X
Characters are owned by Marvel, and Raiden is owned by whoever owns the rights
to Mortal Kombat. I didn't even come up
with the idea for the story. That
originated slightly from a story I read by Ice Princess Deluxe, called Salem
High. Please don't sue me. I have no money. Really, I don't. This
isn't even my computer.
Destiny
Chapter one
"Well, here we are. It's your Senior Year, and the Graduation is
coming up. I need fourteen students to
volunteer for Grad Decoration Council.
I already have six. Any volunteers?"
Hey there! I'm Bobby Drake. And that boring guy talking at the class is Principal
Xavier. This is my senior year, the
last year of school. The year my life
changed. But, I'm getting ahead of
myself…
Xavier looked around the
room. No one moved. Except… Ororo and Hank, the two top students
in the Senior Class, raised their hands.
"We volunteer." Ororo
said. Hank nodded.
"That's eight." Principal
Xavier said. "Anymore?"
No one else raised his or her
hand.
"Alright. I'll start
picking volunteers." He looked around
the room. Everyone was shrinking down
in his or her desk, trying not to be seen.
"Okay, how about you two?"
Principal Xavier looked at Scott and Jean.
He looked around for more students.
"You and you and you." Betsy,
Remy and Jonothon. Then he pointed at
me. "And you." He said.
"You, plus the other six I've chosen get to be on the Grad Decorations
Council."
I groaned. Oh, goody. I thought.
He was about to leave when he
seemed to remember something and turned back.
"Your meetings will be after school on Tuesdays. I'll be checking up on you every once in a
while. Do a good job. Everyone will see your work in June." And then he left, driving his motorized
wheelchair out with a mechanical whirr.
After the door closed behind him, I banged my head on my desk. Why did I have to do this?
* * * * *
It was Tuesday night, eight
hours after Xavier told us to get together.
In other words, 6:00 at night.
We should have been at home eating supper, but no, we had to meet to
decide what Grad would look like. I'm
still deciding if it was a good idea to go to the meeting.
"Hello, Bobby. Nice of you to join us." Ororo said to me as I went into the music
room, where our meetings would be.
Ororo, Hank and I were the only ones there.
"It would appear that our
classmates may not be joining us tonight."
Hank said. I was about to agree
with him, but I was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. I turned and saw Everett, Remy and Jonothon
coming in, and they seemed to be arguing about something. I was going to say hello, when Remy took off
his ever-present shades and looked my way.
I gulped when I saw his eyes.
They were odd looking, to say the least. The irises were red, and where they should be white, they were
black. I realized I was staring when he
said,
"Wha' yo starin' at, hein?"
I started back into
action. "Your eyes, man. There's something wrong with them."
"Yeah, so?" He asked me in a
tone of voice that told me not to mention his eyes again. I decided to go over and study a poster
showing all the different kinds of woodwind instruments.
After a while some more people
came. Betsy, Paige and Jubilee came
next. Behind them, Angelo and Scott,
talking about a soccer game they had played in school. And after them, Jean and Monet came in.
"Alright people, lets get down
to business." Ororo said, clapping her
hands to get our attention. She looked
around, doing a mental roll call. "All
but one-" She was interrupted by the sound of the door opening again. As one, we all turned to see who was
there. It was Principal Xavier, diving
Logan, our missing member before him.
Xavier looked around at all us assembled there, and said,
"Okay, you're all here
now. Good. Carry on." And with that
he left, shutting the door behind him.
I imagined I heard someone laughing in my head.
"As I was saying, we're all
here." Ororo said. "Let's get
going."
No one moved. We all just stared at each other, waiting
for someone to speak. Finally Hank
broke the silence.
"How about we start out by
introducing ourselves." He suggested.
"I'll start. My name is Hank
McCoy." He pointed at Everett. "What is your name?"
Everett sighed and stepped
forward. "My name is Everett Thomas,
and I think this was probably the dumbest idea anyone ever had."
"What is?" Jubilee asked.
"This. Putting fourteen people together in a room
and expecting them to work together with no idea of what they're supposed to
do." He said.
"No duh."
Logan said. "Look, I dunno 'bout all
you, but I'm leavin'. See ya in the
funny papers." He headed towards the
door, but before he got there, he turned to the window and sniffed, like he was
smelling the air, "Do any of you smell that?"
"Non. Smell wha'?" Remy asked.
"I
dunno. It's kind of an old, musty
smell. And like rotting flesh."
"Eww." Jubilee said.
"I don't know
what you're talking about." Betsy said.
Suddenly, the
window exploded inward, and about 20 odd looking people swarmed in. They attacked us, swinging at us with claw
like hands. Before I knew what had
happened, I had activated my power and froze the big smelly guy in front of
me. He stood there, looking like a
really ugly, cold statue. I jumped back
in shock of what I had done. Dimly I
registered the others doing just as strange things. Ororo was calling lightning down from the sky, her white hair
making a halo around her head. Remy was
picking up pieces of metal and glass and stone, and throwing them with uncanny
accuracy at the attackers. But the
weird thing was, they exploded on contact.
Suddenly I was blinded by a flash of light, and while I couldn't see, I
could hear, and I heard a distinctive "SNIKT" sound, and a bunch of guttural
howls, like something was in pain. When
my vision cleared, all the bad guys were laying around, unconscious or
worse. I looked around at all my
classmates. Angelo's fingers looked
like they were 10 feet long, and while I watched, they slowly got shorter,
until they looked normal again. Only
then did I realize that Angelo's skin was an odd gray color. Logan caught my eye next. He had these strange metal knives sticking
out of his knuckles. Then they retracted
back into his skin with a variation of that "SNIKT" sound. Then I saw Remy holding a piece of metal in
his hand that was glowing. I didn't
think that was odd when I saw Paige, beautiful Paige Guthrie, looking like she
was made of metal. That was odd. Betsy caught my eye next. She was glowing with a pinkish/purplish
aura, and had what looked like purple lightning bolts in her hands. They disappeared a moment later, along with
the aura. Jubilee had fireworks coming
from her hands, and Jonothon, who usually had bandages around his chest, now
had roiling energy bursting from his abdomen.
Jonothon must have realized that I was looking at him, because he
covered the energy back up with the bandages, and lowered his shirt. I looked around for Monet and Ororo, and I
found them hovering up near the ceiling.
But when I tried to find Scott, Jean, Hank or Everett, I couldn't see
them anywhere. Eventually they came out
from behind a stack of chairs. Then I
realized I was still in my ice form, so I quickly reverted back to human.
Then I heard
someone clapping. I turned towards the source of the sound, and saw an old man,
with long white hair, and funky white robes, sitting on the risers across the
room. He spoke, with an odd, raspy
voice.
"Very good."
"Who the hell
are you?" Logan asked. "And how'd ya
get in here?"
"My name is
Raiden." As he spoke his name, his eyes
flashed white, and little lightning bolts shot out from his finger. "I am the God of Thunder and Lightning. I am here to guide you."
"Guide us in
what?" Jonothon asked.
"Your
destiny." Again his eyes flashed.
"Our
destiny?" Logan asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.
"Your destiny
is to save the world from an evil god who is planning to destroy it. I have been sent to get you ready for this
daunting task."
"Jeez." Angelo said. "Now he's talking about evil gods."
"What does
this have to do with the creatures that attacked us?" Hank asked.
"I sent the
Vampires to you so I could see first-hand how you use your gifts to fight, Hank." Raiden said.
"How did you
know my name?" Hank asked.
"I'm a
God."
"The God of
Thunder and Lightning." Ororo said
appreciatively.
"Yeah." I
snorted. "And I'm the God of Ice."
"How can you
prove you're a God?" Paige, who was still metal, asked.
"Is knowing
all your names enough?" He asked. He
looked at each of us in turn, and said our names, and our powers too.
"Ororo
Munroe, Weather Control." He grinned
secretly about that, for some reason.
"Jean Grey, Telepathy and Telekinesis.
Elizabeth Braddock, Telepathy and Psychic Knives. Monet St. Croix, Strength, Speed and
Flight. Paige Guthrie, can peel off
skin to reveal 'skin' of a different substance underneath. Jubilation Lee, pyrotechnic fireworks. Logan, Healing Factor, claws, enhanced senses. Robert Drake, Ice formation and
manipulation. Scott Summers, no power
as of yet, but you will eventually develop beams of concussive energy from your
eyes. You will need these." He waved his hand and a pair of glasses with
red lenses appeared in Scott's hand.
"Henry McCoy, Agility and Intelligence.
Jonothon Starsmore, a chamber of psionic energy in your abdomen. Angelo Espinoza, loose skin. Everett Thomas, an aura of synchronicity
that allows you to tap into any other mutant's powers, and affect physical
objects. And Remy LeBeau, charge
inanimate objects so they explode."
Nobody said
anything. I think it was safe to say we
believed him now.
"But enough
of that now." Raiden said as he got to his feet. He came towards us. "You
have to get out of here before your principal comes back and sees the broken
window and the bodies." He turned to
Hank. "Go to Kurt's warehouse. He is to join you too. Now, go."
He clapped his hands, and bolts of Lightning shot out and around the
room. When the Lightning subsided, the
14 of us were standing in the middle of the road in the residential area of
Salem Center.
"Whoa."
Angelo said. "That was weird."
"Um, where
are we?" Everett asked.
"It would
appear we have been moved." Hank said.
"Really?" Logan said sarcastically. "'Cause I couldn't
have figured that out!"
"Logan…"
Scott warned.
"What? Aw, hell.
I'm leavin'. No weird telepathic
mutant guy is gonna make me stick around…" He trailed off. He stiffened. Then he said, as if he was possessed, "On second thought, maybe
it would be better if I stayed." He
blinked, swayed, then shouted, "Raiden!
Ya mess with me like that again, and we'll see who ends up controlling
who!"
Raiden
appeared in front of them in a ball of orange energy.
"You must
stay together!" He shouted, his eyes
flashing brightly, and his voice echoing in our heads. "By no means can you separate! The fate of the planet depends on you! Go to Kurt and get to know each other." And then he disappeared, the same way he
appeared.
"So I guess
we goin' to see Kurt." Remy said.
"I would say
so." Hank agreed. "Very well then,
follow me." And he started on down the street, the rest of us trailing
behind. He led us to the Industrial
section of town, and in that to a specific run-down old warehouse.
"Dis where he
live, mon ami?" Remy asked Hank.
"Yes, my
Creole friend." Hank replied as he
pushed open the big door. Inside it was
big and empty, and it looked like there had been a fire recently. Hank led us inside and up to the second level,
via a ladder, which all of us used except Monet and Ororo, who just floated
up. When we were all up, Hank led us
along the balcony to a room with furniture set up like a living room. A boy, about our age, was sitting on a couch
reading a book. When he looked up, I
noticed he had blue fur and yellow eyes.
"Whoa." I
muttered, taking in his appearance.
"Guten abend,
mein Freunde." He said. "So, you are
the ones that Raiden said would come."
"Hello,
Kurt." Hank said. "Raiden came to you
as well?"
"Ja. He told me I have a destiny with a bunch of
other young mutants. We have to save
the world. But he did not tell me your
names." He looked at us, waiting for us
to introduce ourselves, so, one by one we did.
By then, it
was 10:00, so we decided to head back to our homes, and get some sleep. Before we left though, Hank suggested,
"You know, if
we are going to be, in essence, a miniature army, perhaps we should have call
signs, or codenames."
We all agreed
heartily, except Logan, who never agrees heartily about anything. We all agreed to come up with names for
ourselves over night, and meet up at school tomorrow. And one by one, we all headed home.
Well, I guess
that about does it for my part of the story.
I now turn you over to Everett.
Bobby Drake out!
Author's
Note: Okay, that's it for this chapter.
Sorry if I screwed up any Gen X characters. I just found out about them.
Please review, I live on feedback!
Flashgriffin.
