Don't own DP, Xmen, or the cover image. They are owned by awesome people left. I ain't that awesome.
Ch.1
20 Years Ago
A car pulled up to the Grey's residence. The car doors opened, and out stepped Charles Xavier and Eric Lehnsherr. (Charles is not in a wheelchair at this time.)
"I still don't know why I'm here. Couldn't you just make them say yes?" Eric said.
Charles opened the gate and they started up the path. "Yes, I could but it's not my way, and I'd expect you, of all people, would understand my feelings about the misuse of power."
"Ah, "power corrupts" and all that. Yes, I know, Charles. When are you going to stop lecturing me?" Eric asked.
Charles looked to his friend with a smile. "When you start listening, and you're here because I need you."
"We're not going to have to meet every one of them in person, are we?" Eric asked.
"No, this one's special." Charles answered.
Soon enough, they were talking to the parents, Elaine and John Grey. The two parents were looking at a brochure for Xavier's School.
"What a beautiful campus, John, don't you think?" Elaine said to her husband, who agreed. He still looked a little off though. "The brochure is great, but what about Jean? What about her… illness?"
Magneto looked astonished. "Illness?"
"John." Elaine said, but Eric continued. "You think your daughter is sick, Mr. Grey?"
Charles held up his hand to his friend. "Perhaps, it would be best if we were to speak to her. Alone."
The parents looked at each other, dejected.
"Of course. Jean! Can you come down, dear?"
A red headed teen waltzed down the stairs. She came around the couch, and sat in the armchair.
"We'll umm… leave you then." John said, and he and Elaine left the room.
Jean looked between the two men, reading their thoughts.
It's very rude, you know, to read my thoughts or Mr. Lehnsherr's without our permission.
Jean looked between them confused.
"Did you think you were the only one of your kind, young lady?" Eric asked.
"We're mutants, Jean. We are like you." Charles said.
Jean had a blank face. "Really? I doubt that." She said, and then all the cars in the neighborhood started to float, as did their lawn mowers, and anything outside really.
"Oh, Charles, I like this one." Eric said, grinning.
Charles ignored him, and turned to the girl in question. "You have more power than you can imagine, Jean. The question is will you control that power,"
The cars stopped floating and fell to the ground.
"Or will it control you?"
10 Years Ago
A ten year old boy named Warren was crying in his father's company's building. His father knocked on the bathroom door.
"Warren, son, is everything alright?" Worthington asked. "What's going on in there?"
"Nothing, I'll be right out!" Warren quickly said.
"Come on, you've been in there for over an hour." Worthington said, and he heard his son's breathing slightly pick up. "Open the door."
The boy turned to the mirror, and started to clean up his mess. There was a rag and knives of all sorts, all coated in sticky, crimson blood. He was shaking so hard it was hard to put the things away. Worthington heard the tell-tale clash of metal against metal.
"Open this door!" He shouted.
Warren kept hurrying to put the stuff away.
"Warren! Let me in there, right now!"
The door started to shake and Warren hurried to finish.
"Open the door!"
Finally, the father just busted it open to find his son shirtless and crying. He looked to Warren's feet and found bloody feathers.
"Oh gosh. Have you…" Worthington trailed off.
"Dad, I'm sorry." Warren sobbed. Worthington looked to the mirror to find bloody stumps where wings used to be.
The Not Too Distant Future
All around it looked like the apocalypse had come. Rays were being fired, and things were being destroyed. Bobby, Rogue, Piotr, who was now going by Pete, and Kitty were running through this mess with Storm.
Rogue and Pete hid behind a stray piece of what used to be a wall, as another ray of the Sentinel robot hit somewhere behind them. Pete saw a stray piece of debris coming at them. His skin coated over with metal, doing the same to Rogue's head. The piece bounced off, and hit Logan, who just showed up. He looked at the teens with a 'really?' look, and the gash on his forehead healed up.
Pete undid the metal, and the two looked at Logan sheepishly. Another explosion went off behind him. (Figures he's the only calm figure in a world of chaos.)
"The whole world's going to hell and you're just going to sit there. Let's go." He said and they took off.
Bobby and Kitty were together, a missile was heading straight for them. Bobby turned around, held up his hands, and a beam of ice hit it, sending it off course to stop right in front of them. Bobby turned around, smiling, but missed the second missile.
"Bobby!" Kitty shouted, and hugged him, the missile flying right through them.
Rogue saw them break apart.
Bobby smiled down at the petite girl.
"Thanks Kitty." He said, and they regrouped. They found that Logan was trying to light his cigar with a loose flame on a car. He leaned against it, as Storm came running up.
"We're getting killed out here." The white-haired woman said breathlessly.
"Yeah, I know. They're not ready, Storm." Logan said. Storm looked up as the Sentinel robot tried to find them.
"Logan." Storm said.
"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch." Logan responded, but Storm pushed them out of the way, right before a rock crushed the car.
Logan looked around as they panted, and then he realized something.
"That was my last cigar."
He got up and walked to the group of teens.
"It's getting closer! Come on, keep moving!" Storm shouted, seeing the Sentinel robot.
Logan had other ideas.
"Hey tin-head, come here. How's your throwing arm?" Logan asked, as Pete walked over and his claws came out.
"Logan, we work as a team!" Storm shouted.
"Yeah, good luck with that. Throw me. Now!" Logan said, talking to Pete who had metaled up.
"Dang it, Logan! Don't do this!" Storm shouted.
Too late, Logan was already flying through the air, claws out and ready dice. There was a sound of cutting, and the robots head came to a flying halt in front of them. Logan came out from behind it.
"Class dismissed."
They started to head in one direction, and the terrain around them turned back into the Danger Room.
"Hey Colossus, nice throw." Logan commented to Pete.
"Simulation complete."
"What the heck was that?" Storm questioned, as they left the Danger Room.
"Danger Room session." was her sarcastic reply.
"You know what I mean. Look, you can't just change the rules when you feel like it. I'm trying to teach them something." Storm said.
"I taught them something." Logan commented.
Storm started to take of her gloves. "It was a defensive exercise."
Logan shrugged. "Yeah, best defense is a good offense. Or is it the other way around?"
Storm finally turned to him. "This isn't a game, Logan."
Logan faced her. "Well, you sure fooled me. ... Hey, I'm just a sub. You got a problem, talk to Scott." Logan said, and left.
The teacher in question was sitting in his room, tears falling down his face. Personally, he was a disheveled mess.
"Scott!" Jean's voice shouted at him, and he got a vision of her trying to cling to Danny through the water. When it stopped, Jean's voice kept whispering 'Scott'. He got up and left.
"You OK?" Bobby asked, as he and Rogue got off the elevator.
"I'm fine." Rogue said.
"Well, you don't seem fine. You seem like you're avoiding me. I mean, something's wrong." Bobby said.
Rogue did not face him. "What's wrong is that I can't touch my boyfriend without killing him. Other than that, I'm wonderful."
Bobby grabbed her arm, and spun her around. "Hey. I don't think that's fair. Have I ever put any pressure on you?"
Rogue's face was blank looking at him. "You're a guy, Bobby. Your mind's only on one thing."
She turned and left him, dumbfounded.
One of the younger kids walked by Bobby, laughing as he did. "You're gonna need ice for that burn."
Bobby, in an angry rage, took off after the kid, chasing him.
Logan found Scott with a backpack over his shoulder, and walking to some unknown destination.
"Hey Scott, they were looking for you downstairs. You didn't show." Logan said.
Scott didn't face him as he walked. "What do you care?"
Logan followed him.
"Well, for starters, I had to cover for you."
Scott finally faced him. "I didn't ask you to."
Logan shook his head. "No, you didn't. The Professor did. I was just passing through." He said.
"So pass through, Logan." Scott turned to leave, but Logan grabbed him. "Hey look, I know how you feel."
"Don't."
"When they died-"
"I said don't." Scott cut off. There was a pause before Logan spoke again. "Maybe it's time for us to move on."
Scott walked down the hall again, but turned back. "Not everybody heals as fast as you Logan."
Department of Mutant Affairs
Dr. Hank McCoy, a blue mutant and the secretary of the department, was hanging upside down, reading.
A woman entered his office. "Mr. Secretary."
Hank closed his book.
"Yes." He said, and jumped down.
"The meeting has begun, sir."
Hank nodded. "Thank you."
The women nodded and left.
Hank walked down the steps of the stairs to the meeting room to see many people around.
"Mr. President." Hank said to the president, Joseph MacArthur. (Not the real name, nobody knows it.)
MacArthur nodded. "Have a seat, Hank."
The blue mutant took his seat next to MacArthur.
MacArthur gave Hank a piece of paper.
"Homeland Security was tracking Magneto." Hank read.
Trask, the Secretary of Defense, spoke up. "We got hits in Lisbon, Geneva, Montréal. Now, we lost him crossing the border, but we did get a consolation prize." Trask said, and pressed a button on his remote, showing three different views of Mystique.
"We picked her up braking into the FDA, of all places." Trask continued.
MacArthur turned to Hank. "You know who she's been imitating? Secretary Trask, here."
Hank looked at the back of Trask. "Yes, she can do that..."
Trask turned to hank. "Not anymore, she can't. We got her."
Hank looked at Trask's face seriously. "You think your prisons can hold her."
Trask looked at Hank seriously. "We have some new prisons, Hank. We'll keep them mobile. We'll be a step ahead this time."
They turned back to the screen, as the interrogator, Smith, started the interrogation.
"Where is Magneto? Raven? Raven, I asked you a question." Smith said to Mystique, who was staring at the camera.
"I don't answer to my slave name."
"Raven Darkholme, that's your real name, isn't it? Or has he convinced you that you don't have a family anymore?" Smith questioned.
Mystique looked at him sharply. "My family tried to kill me, you pathetic meat sack."
Score one Mystique. Score nothing to Smith.
"OK, then, Mystique. Where is he?"
Mystique changed into Magneto. "In here. With us."
Smith dropped his pencil. "I don't want to play games with you. I want answers."
Mystique changed into Smith. "You don't want to play games with me."
Smith smashed his fist on the table, and stood up. "You are going to stop this. Tell me, where is Magneto?"
Mystique leaned forward, still as Smith. "You want to know where he is…"
Mystique got up and head butted Smith. Then, she threw her chair at the guard in the corner. She jumped up, turning back into her regular self, and jumped over the handcuffs that were behind her back.
The guard got back up, but she kicked him in the face. After using Smith as leverage, she cart wheeled over him, and started to choke him using the handcuffs. "Homo-sapian." She whispered to him. A few more guards came in, and started to peel Mystique away from Smith.
MacArthur leaned back in his seat, and the people turned back to the table.
"You know, her capture will only provoke Magneto, but having her does give us some diplomatic leverage." Hank commented.
MacArthur looked at him. "On principle, I can't negotiate with these people."
Hank turned to him. "I thought that's why you appointed me, sir."
MacArthur nodded. "Yes, it is."
Hank caught on. "But that's not why you called me here."
MacArthur shook his head. "No, this is. It's what she stole from the FDA."
MacArthur handed Hank a file, and the mutant started to look through it.
"Dear Lord, is it violable?" Hank said.
"We believe it is." MacArthur said.
There was a pause.
"You realize the level of impact this will have on the mutant community?" Hank said.
MacArthur nodded. "Yes, I do. That's exactly why we need some of your diplomacy, now."
Hank sighed.
So sorry for the late update! If you read The Abused, you know why. If you don't, long story short, great-grandmother passed away, yesterday was her funeral as well as my birthday, and you get the point. And I HAD to get this posted, seeing as we're celebrating my birthday LATER and I won't have time to. Yippee! I also volunteer at my church on Sundays for CCD. I'm a teacher's aid. Fun stuff.
Kadzait: One of her third-graders almost KILLED her with a hug one time.
I swear, she cracked some ribs. The little girl that was adorable in a white dress is frikkin strong. XD
Kadzait: And on another note-
Danny does not appear until Storm and Logan go to Alkali Lake and find Jean sooooooo~... It might be a few chapters until Danny action. I will try to make this as appealing as possible till then! XD And the ending of this story is extremely lame in my opinion!
Kadzait: Again, in her opinion. Who knows what you people will think of it...
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