Title: The prophecies
Chapter: 1
Disclaimer: I don't own the theme I only own original characters and some
original concepts.
N.B. to the reader This story is set after the second X men film and uses the characters as portrayed in the film, although they some times differ from the original cartoon version.
In the depths of winter within the Canadian tundra and alpine forests near the island of Brodeur Peninsula is the maximum security mutant detention centre the proud creation of the anti mutant radical by the name of Striker. Within the confines of a prison guard office a fight rages.
"We can no longer sit idly and do nothing this only cause's further delay in our overall plans"
"Mr. Carmichael, chairman, I implore you, as a firm supporter of our organizations aim, I believe that in carrying out your orders I would put the security of the entire place at risk. Until our leader's undoubted return, she must NOT be moved!"
"My dear jailer, may I remind you that you are my employee and should show a little bit more respect, there can be no progress without risk and if you cannot fall with the changes, you will lie in the gutter"
Surprise clutched the jailers face as the knife pierced his chest, leaning forward Carmichael removed the keys from the jailer's belt before throwing the limp body to the ground to wallow in the pooling blood.
This action would not be altogether accepted by the board of governors at the present but once established as the new leader of their party no one would dare challenge his authority and he was far to close to allow one man to stand in his way.
Following his chief of security, Block, he leafed through the prisoners files he had managed to recover from the disintegrating pile of papers found in the clerk's office. It seemed that mutant 117 was contained within a cell specifically design to alleviate all transfers of her 'highly dangerous' abilities.
It was now clear to the chairman's cynical mind that the author of these notes had an over active imagination, however he felt he would approach the situation methodically and with care as there's no telling what two years incarceration in a sunless cell would cause a now 17 and half year old adolescent to do.
"We have arrived" proclaimed Block thus breaking Carmichael from his revere; disgusted to discover that his surroundings had deteriorated still further; the damp now penetrating his clothes leaving a chill in this unnaturally stale air.
"Proceed" now things were about to get interesting no matter what his predecessors assumed, he would tackle this uncontrollable force and prove to the world that he alone could shape the future.
The heavy door of the cell was drawn back to reveal a seemingly empty chamber but as the light flooded through from the outer corridor a figure was illuminated on the floor, kneeling with bowed head surrounded in a shroud of greasy black hair.
The prisoners head was forcefully jerked forward to administrate the deadly mind – controlling agent to the back of her neck, so they could proceed to drag her motionless body out into the corridor.
"Come let us move her to a more friendly environment while we interrogate her, she is no threat to us now" declared our visitor as he rushed up into the upper levels to escape his growing state of unease.
If he had only seen the hawk like smile emerge on her face, our ambitious chairman may have read his file a little more carefully before taking her into the light.
The office in which they were now camped out was in Carmichael's mind only a minor improvement but it would have to suffice. As he walked around the room composing his thoughts he studied the girl now laid collapsed in the chair. He had expected a broken spirit but as far as he could tell she hadn't moved at all, hadn't looked at him or sat up. "Well, perhaps this is to be expected from long term prisoners, I wonder how much food she was given down there, maybe this is the effect of the drug. Oh if only I hadn't been so hasty with the guard! Oh well... she's probably just paralysed with fright, what was her name anyway"
"Ah... so Pandora how do you like being out of your cell?"...
Nothing not even a slight movement.
"If you co – operate I will allow you out more often maybe even outside"
Carmichael frustration was building; he would obviously have to move to stronger tactics he paused to re – read her file.
Suddenly the door was flung back on its hinges, smashing hard up against the stone wall.
"Mr Carmichael" the man exclaimed breathlessly "their attacking ... so many of them ... they came out of nowhere."
"Who's attacking idiot"
"Mutants, Sir!!"
"WHAT! How did you let them escape?!"
"There ... not ... prisoners" chocked the man as he lie pined against the wall, a hand clutching his throat
Leaving the room in a state of resolution with Block by his side he shouted back to his deputies
"Take the girl back to her cell and then come and find me"
As the deputies turned to carry out there assignments they were shocked to see that their assumed exhausted prisoner was now hovering just above the table. Before they could move a muscle both lay dying on the floor, the image of eyes like ice blue orbs burned for every more on their retina.
Nia fell back to the floor, the stopping of both there hearts after such an absence of power had drained her more than usual. She stumbled to her feet and ran for the door. If she was going to escape she would need more electricity than she could obtain from a few lights.
"What an arrogant jerk" she thought as she ran in search of the main power supply "He doesn't even have the sense to read my file completely before attempting use me. Not that it matters now."
She warily slipped down the silent corridor moving as light as a cat; she wasn't sure which mutants had caused the disturbance but she was pretty sure that they wouldn't let her pass by no questions asked, and lets face it the less questions the better."
Her eyes alighting on their target caused her to slide to a sudden stop. "MAIN GENTORATOR" this was it, she turned the handle gentle and pulled the door, it was unlocked perhaps a guard had been disturbed from his duty when the attack occurred, whatever the circumstance Nia looked upon this as a favour from God.
She entered the room which pulsated with deep sounding vibrations at the turning of the generator. Unsure of how much resistance she could over come she reached out to the main cable. The power rushed through her like a hot drink and she felt her strength returning when something dark filtered across the back of her mind like a shadow. Without warning voices of past memories bombarded her mind 'Traitor', 'Murderer', 'All alone', 'Trapped', 'Or else I shall be lost', 'Forget' 'Forget the past' a face so familiar it was like her own flashed before her eyes to be forgotten in a second, 'Forget the pain' a searing pain across her back "NO!" Nia screamed as she pressed her hands against her ears. 'That's it hurt THEM! Those who hurt you squeeze them, hurt them! "No" Nia cried faintly 'Kill them!' and at that her body stiffened with her back arching, rising from the floor her lids flew open to reveal eyes as hard as granite. She raised her arms releasing a burst of power that sent a shock wave rippling through the ground.
N.B. to the reader This story is set after the second X men film and uses the characters as portrayed in the film, although they some times differ from the original cartoon version.
In the depths of winter within the Canadian tundra and alpine forests near the island of Brodeur Peninsula is the maximum security mutant detention centre the proud creation of the anti mutant radical by the name of Striker. Within the confines of a prison guard office a fight rages.
"We can no longer sit idly and do nothing this only cause's further delay in our overall plans"
"Mr. Carmichael, chairman, I implore you, as a firm supporter of our organizations aim, I believe that in carrying out your orders I would put the security of the entire place at risk. Until our leader's undoubted return, she must NOT be moved!"
"My dear jailer, may I remind you that you are my employee and should show a little bit more respect, there can be no progress without risk and if you cannot fall with the changes, you will lie in the gutter"
Surprise clutched the jailers face as the knife pierced his chest, leaning forward Carmichael removed the keys from the jailer's belt before throwing the limp body to the ground to wallow in the pooling blood.
This action would not be altogether accepted by the board of governors at the present but once established as the new leader of their party no one would dare challenge his authority and he was far to close to allow one man to stand in his way.
Following his chief of security, Block, he leafed through the prisoners files he had managed to recover from the disintegrating pile of papers found in the clerk's office. It seemed that mutant 117 was contained within a cell specifically design to alleviate all transfers of her 'highly dangerous' abilities.
It was now clear to the chairman's cynical mind that the author of these notes had an over active imagination, however he felt he would approach the situation methodically and with care as there's no telling what two years incarceration in a sunless cell would cause a now 17 and half year old adolescent to do.
"We have arrived" proclaimed Block thus breaking Carmichael from his revere; disgusted to discover that his surroundings had deteriorated still further; the damp now penetrating his clothes leaving a chill in this unnaturally stale air.
"Proceed" now things were about to get interesting no matter what his predecessors assumed, he would tackle this uncontrollable force and prove to the world that he alone could shape the future.
The heavy door of the cell was drawn back to reveal a seemingly empty chamber but as the light flooded through from the outer corridor a figure was illuminated on the floor, kneeling with bowed head surrounded in a shroud of greasy black hair.
The prisoners head was forcefully jerked forward to administrate the deadly mind – controlling agent to the back of her neck, so they could proceed to drag her motionless body out into the corridor.
"Come let us move her to a more friendly environment while we interrogate her, she is no threat to us now" declared our visitor as he rushed up into the upper levels to escape his growing state of unease.
If he had only seen the hawk like smile emerge on her face, our ambitious chairman may have read his file a little more carefully before taking her into the light.
The office in which they were now camped out was in Carmichael's mind only a minor improvement but it would have to suffice. As he walked around the room composing his thoughts he studied the girl now laid collapsed in the chair. He had expected a broken spirit but as far as he could tell she hadn't moved at all, hadn't looked at him or sat up. "Well, perhaps this is to be expected from long term prisoners, I wonder how much food she was given down there, maybe this is the effect of the drug. Oh if only I hadn't been so hasty with the guard! Oh well... she's probably just paralysed with fright, what was her name anyway"
"Ah... so Pandora how do you like being out of your cell?"...
Nothing not even a slight movement.
"If you co – operate I will allow you out more often maybe even outside"
Carmichael frustration was building; he would obviously have to move to stronger tactics he paused to re – read her file.
Suddenly the door was flung back on its hinges, smashing hard up against the stone wall.
"Mr Carmichael" the man exclaimed breathlessly "their attacking ... so many of them ... they came out of nowhere."
"Who's attacking idiot"
"Mutants, Sir!!"
"WHAT! How did you let them escape?!"
"There ... not ... prisoners" chocked the man as he lie pined against the wall, a hand clutching his throat
Leaving the room in a state of resolution with Block by his side he shouted back to his deputies
"Take the girl back to her cell and then come and find me"
As the deputies turned to carry out there assignments they were shocked to see that their assumed exhausted prisoner was now hovering just above the table. Before they could move a muscle both lay dying on the floor, the image of eyes like ice blue orbs burned for every more on their retina.
Nia fell back to the floor, the stopping of both there hearts after such an absence of power had drained her more than usual. She stumbled to her feet and ran for the door. If she was going to escape she would need more electricity than she could obtain from a few lights.
"What an arrogant jerk" she thought as she ran in search of the main power supply "He doesn't even have the sense to read my file completely before attempting use me. Not that it matters now."
She warily slipped down the silent corridor moving as light as a cat; she wasn't sure which mutants had caused the disturbance but she was pretty sure that they wouldn't let her pass by no questions asked, and lets face it the less questions the better."
Her eyes alighting on their target caused her to slide to a sudden stop. "MAIN GENTORATOR" this was it, she turned the handle gentle and pulled the door, it was unlocked perhaps a guard had been disturbed from his duty when the attack occurred, whatever the circumstance Nia looked upon this as a favour from God.
She entered the room which pulsated with deep sounding vibrations at the turning of the generator. Unsure of how much resistance she could over come she reached out to the main cable. The power rushed through her like a hot drink and she felt her strength returning when something dark filtered across the back of her mind like a shadow. Without warning voices of past memories bombarded her mind 'Traitor', 'Murderer', 'All alone', 'Trapped', 'Or else I shall be lost', 'Forget' 'Forget the past' a face so familiar it was like her own flashed before her eyes to be forgotten in a second, 'Forget the pain' a searing pain across her back "NO!" Nia screamed as she pressed her hands against her ears. 'That's it hurt THEM! Those who hurt you squeeze them, hurt them! "No" Nia cried faintly 'Kill them!' and at that her body stiffened with her back arching, rising from the floor her lids flew open to reveal eyes as hard as granite. She raised her arms releasing a burst of power that sent a shock wave rippling through the ground.