Disclaimer: This story was written by my friend Stevie with help from me,
Marlena. Some names have been changed to protect the innocent. We do not
own any of the characters except Keith, Marlena, Isabel, and Alice. If some
of the characters seem to be acting a bit out of character, go with it,
it's for the better of the story. Plus, this all occurs in an alternate
reality, so not everything will be the same. So with out further ado, here
is the first story in a series that may go on forever. o.O
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Isabel woke up in a cold sweat. She was having the dream again where her parents are killed right in front of her eyes. After she was fully awake and able to take in her surroundings her fear subsided into annoyance. She had had this dream three nights in a row. What made this dream annoying wasn't the fact that it kept occurring, but the fact that the people in her dream weren't her parents at all, they belonged to somebody else. In fact, it wasn't even her dream it was somebody else's entirely. She hated receiving other people's dreams, especially when they were as horrifying as the one she had just had. Although she did have to admit, there were some dreams that she really didn't mind...
She looked at the clock. It was only a half an hour until her alarm was set to go off; she decided she might as well get up.
She hated her room at the boarding house. No matter what she did it always seemed to have a gloomy feel. She could easily understand how people around here always seemed depressed; maybe if they had livelier digs they could cheer up a little.
She really didn't have a lot to do getting ready so she decided to use her extra time to go to the kitchen. When she got there she was surprised to see a boy that she did not recognize, making a sandwich.
"Hi," Isabel said to the boy.
The boy looked up at her. He seemed startled. "Hi," he said rather excitedly.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
"Well, yeah, well actually, I don't know if you knew me, but I know you..."
"Okay, um...do you have a name?" She was somewhat amused by his insistent babbling.
"I'm John. I used to be at the institute," he answered extending his hand, "and you're Izzy Tailor."
"Yeah, took the words right out of my mouth. Would I know you from some old friends of mine, or something?" She asked shaking his hand.
"Well, no. I've just seen you around."
"Oh. So why'd you leave the institute?"
"I guess you can say I left because I wasn't fully appreciated there."
"Sounds like everyone's story."
"So you're a telepath, right?" He said eagerly as if he had been waiting the whole time to ask her.
Isabel just kind of looked at him and grimaced. It seemed every time she met someone new and they found out she was telepathic they wanted her to read their mind. She nodded.
"Then why do you even bother asking questions? Couldn't you just read my mind, before you ask me?"
"Yeah, I could, but that takes the fun out of social interaction."
"Hey, what am I thinking?"
She knew that was coming sooner or later. She concentrated and saw him sitting down at the table eating his sandwich.
"You're thinking about eating your sandwich," she answered. Just then she saw a very flattering image of herself, naked.
She blushed and looked away as he did the same.
"Uh, sorry about that," he said genuinely embarrassed
"It's okay, you don't have to apologize," she replied shaking her head.
There was a very awkward silence for a while where John seemed way to interested in making his sandwich.
"What kinda sandwich you got there?" Izzy asked John.
"Uh, ham," he said relieved that the subject had been changed, "Would you like one?"
"Sure, thank you, that sounds great," she sat herself down at a table.
He was finished in no time and sat down across from her.
"It's strange seeing another person up this early. People around here stay up late, go out, and then find their way back in the wee hours of the morning. It's nice to have someone to talk to this early."
"Glad to be of service."
"That's an interesting lighter you have there," Izzy said noticing John's lighter sitting on the table.
"Yeah, I carry it around with me everywhere."
"And why is that?" She asked.
"I can manipulate fire."
"That's cool, I mean if you like that sorta thing. Oh, would you look at the time. I think I'll get going now, I've got things to do, people to see," she said looking at a clock on the wall and getting up. "Thanks for the sandwich, it was nice meeting you."
"It was nice meeting you too. Hey, if you're not doing anything later, I could sure use someone showing me around," he said hopefully.
"I'd love too," she said as she saw John's eyes brighten, "but I can't," his eyes turned somber. "I'm sure you can find somebody else."
"Thanks anyway. So I'll see you around?"
"Yeah, see ya," she said hurrying out of the kitchen. She could feel his eyes on her even after she left.
John intently watched her go. He couldn't believe he had just been talking to Izzy Tailor, the most popular girl at the Institute. Well, back when she went there. He had remembered sitting at lunch just watching her table wishing he could be one of those lucky people who got to sit with her. He had even drawn pictures of her when he was alone, and now he had actually had a conversation with her. He knew there was a reason why he had joined the brotherhood.
Peter looked around the crowded restaurant to see if she had gotten there ahead of him. When he was through and had concluded that she was not there yet he went to a booth and took a seat.
He loved sitting back watching people go about their business not noticing him watching. There was an older couple in the corner laughing their heads off, but he couldn't discern why. He looked to his left and saw two little boys climbing all over their seats while their parents told them to sit still. He looked back at the old couple, he wondered what it was that was so funny.
"Nothing really, they're just reminiscing about old times," Isabel said nonchalantly walking over to Peter.
"Hey," Peter said getting up and giving Isabel a passionate kiss. "I've missed you."
"Ooh...I've missed you too," Isabel said kissing him again and then sitting down at the table across from him.
Peter sat down. "So, how's life at the brotherhood? Are they treating you well? 'Cause if they aren't, you can just tell them to come see me and I'll take care of it," he said rubbing his knuckles.
"Awe, aren't you my big strong protector man?" She leaned in and kissed him again. "Don't worry about me, I get along alright."
"I can't hold it in any longer Iz, I hate you being at the boarding house. Can't you come back to the institute...at least for a while, so we can be together more often?" He pleaded placing her small delicate hands into his oversized muscular ones.
"You know I can't do that," she said pulling her hands away. "I've told you time and time again, I just can't be myself there. At the brotherhood I'm free to do what I want when I want to. I don't get reprimanded for using my powers. Sure, it's a little dank and depressing and the people there are somewhat unfriendly, but I love it...it's home." She turned away from him, tears outlining her eyes.
"Fine, I won't bring it up again, it's just for someone who loves living at the boarding house you don't seem to happy," Peter said trying to figure out what was going on in her head. "And another thing about you joining the brotherhood, I've been constantly taking flack from people for dating one of the 'bad guys'."
"Oh, and you think it's easy for me to date a 'good guy'?" Isabel said making a face.
"I'm sorry, I guess it's about the same for you."
"Hey isn't the movie supposed to start soon?" She said changing the subject.
Colossus looked at his wristwatch, "Da, looks like we should get a move on."
Isabel got up and headed for the door. Peter followed her.
"I love, you know," he said hugging her from behind, smelling her hair.
"I know," she said smiling.
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IZ
Isabel woke up in a cold sweat. She was having the dream again where her parents are killed right in front of her eyes. After she was fully awake and able to take in her surroundings her fear subsided into annoyance. She had had this dream three nights in a row. What made this dream annoying wasn't the fact that it kept occurring, but the fact that the people in her dream weren't her parents at all, they belonged to somebody else. In fact, it wasn't even her dream it was somebody else's entirely. She hated receiving other people's dreams, especially when they were as horrifying as the one she had just had. Although she did have to admit, there were some dreams that she really didn't mind...
She looked at the clock. It was only a half an hour until her alarm was set to go off; she decided she might as well get up.
She hated her room at the boarding house. No matter what she did it always seemed to have a gloomy feel. She could easily understand how people around here always seemed depressed; maybe if they had livelier digs they could cheer up a little.
She really didn't have a lot to do getting ready so she decided to use her extra time to go to the kitchen. When she got there she was surprised to see a boy that she did not recognize, making a sandwich.
"Hi," Isabel said to the boy.
The boy looked up at her. He seemed startled. "Hi," he said rather excitedly.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
"Well, yeah, well actually, I don't know if you knew me, but I know you..."
"Okay, um...do you have a name?" She was somewhat amused by his insistent babbling.
"I'm John. I used to be at the institute," he answered extending his hand, "and you're Izzy Tailor."
"Yeah, took the words right out of my mouth. Would I know you from some old friends of mine, or something?" She asked shaking his hand.
"Well, no. I've just seen you around."
"Oh. So why'd you leave the institute?"
"I guess you can say I left because I wasn't fully appreciated there."
"Sounds like everyone's story."
"So you're a telepath, right?" He said eagerly as if he had been waiting the whole time to ask her.
Isabel just kind of looked at him and grimaced. It seemed every time she met someone new and they found out she was telepathic they wanted her to read their mind. She nodded.
"Then why do you even bother asking questions? Couldn't you just read my mind, before you ask me?"
"Yeah, I could, but that takes the fun out of social interaction."
"Hey, what am I thinking?"
She knew that was coming sooner or later. She concentrated and saw him sitting down at the table eating his sandwich.
"You're thinking about eating your sandwich," she answered. Just then she saw a very flattering image of herself, naked.
She blushed and looked away as he did the same.
"Uh, sorry about that," he said genuinely embarrassed
"It's okay, you don't have to apologize," she replied shaking her head.
There was a very awkward silence for a while where John seemed way to interested in making his sandwich.
"What kinda sandwich you got there?" Izzy asked John.
"Uh, ham," he said relieved that the subject had been changed, "Would you like one?"
"Sure, thank you, that sounds great," she sat herself down at a table.
He was finished in no time and sat down across from her.
"It's strange seeing another person up this early. People around here stay up late, go out, and then find their way back in the wee hours of the morning. It's nice to have someone to talk to this early."
"Glad to be of service."
"That's an interesting lighter you have there," Izzy said noticing John's lighter sitting on the table.
"Yeah, I carry it around with me everywhere."
"And why is that?" She asked.
"I can manipulate fire."
"That's cool, I mean if you like that sorta thing. Oh, would you look at the time. I think I'll get going now, I've got things to do, people to see," she said looking at a clock on the wall and getting up. "Thanks for the sandwich, it was nice meeting you."
"It was nice meeting you too. Hey, if you're not doing anything later, I could sure use someone showing me around," he said hopefully.
"I'd love too," she said as she saw John's eyes brighten, "but I can't," his eyes turned somber. "I'm sure you can find somebody else."
"Thanks anyway. So I'll see you around?"
"Yeah, see ya," she said hurrying out of the kitchen. She could feel his eyes on her even after she left.
John intently watched her go. He couldn't believe he had just been talking to Izzy Tailor, the most popular girl at the Institute. Well, back when she went there. He had remembered sitting at lunch just watching her table wishing he could be one of those lucky people who got to sit with her. He had even drawn pictures of her when he was alone, and now he had actually had a conversation with her. He knew there was a reason why he had joined the brotherhood.
Peter looked around the crowded restaurant to see if she had gotten there ahead of him. When he was through and had concluded that she was not there yet he went to a booth and took a seat.
He loved sitting back watching people go about their business not noticing him watching. There was an older couple in the corner laughing their heads off, but he couldn't discern why. He looked to his left and saw two little boys climbing all over their seats while their parents told them to sit still. He looked back at the old couple, he wondered what it was that was so funny.
"Nothing really, they're just reminiscing about old times," Isabel said nonchalantly walking over to Peter.
"Hey," Peter said getting up and giving Isabel a passionate kiss. "I've missed you."
"Ooh...I've missed you too," Isabel said kissing him again and then sitting down at the table across from him.
Peter sat down. "So, how's life at the brotherhood? Are they treating you well? 'Cause if they aren't, you can just tell them to come see me and I'll take care of it," he said rubbing his knuckles.
"Awe, aren't you my big strong protector man?" She leaned in and kissed him again. "Don't worry about me, I get along alright."
"I can't hold it in any longer Iz, I hate you being at the boarding house. Can't you come back to the institute...at least for a while, so we can be together more often?" He pleaded placing her small delicate hands into his oversized muscular ones.
"You know I can't do that," she said pulling her hands away. "I've told you time and time again, I just can't be myself there. At the brotherhood I'm free to do what I want when I want to. I don't get reprimanded for using my powers. Sure, it's a little dank and depressing and the people there are somewhat unfriendly, but I love it...it's home." She turned away from him, tears outlining her eyes.
"Fine, I won't bring it up again, it's just for someone who loves living at the boarding house you don't seem to happy," Peter said trying to figure out what was going on in her head. "And another thing about you joining the brotherhood, I've been constantly taking flack from people for dating one of the 'bad guys'."
"Oh, and you think it's easy for me to date a 'good guy'?" Isabel said making a face.
"I'm sorry, I guess it's about the same for you."
"Hey isn't the movie supposed to start soon?" She said changing the subject.
Colossus looked at his wristwatch, "Da, looks like we should get a move on."
Isabel got up and headed for the door. Peter followed her.
"I love, you know," he said hugging her from behind, smelling her hair.
"I know," she said smiling.