Something rotten in the state of Denmark
The X-men encounters a mutant killer they can´t help...
Written of Idahoe, 2001.
It´s my first attempt of a fan fic: Please pity me!!!
And to all the gramatic errors: English is my fourth language! Just be happy if theres no lines in dutch, german, danish of french, OK?
The X-men belongs to Marvel. Nadia Jacobsen is MY creation.
Rating: NC-17, i guess. Sex, drugs and violence. Get used to it.
***
The thin stream of smoke was nearly invisible in the dark. It drifted lazily through her room and disappeared somewhere around the luminous displays of her stereo. Nadia Jacobsen took the last pull at the joint and put it out at the stack of scrap paper that had ended up as her math- homework. She leaned back in the pillow and enjoyed the feel of the expensive silk sheets, just letting her thoughts drift. Normally she wouldn´t do drugs on a schoolnight, but tonight she hated her life more than ever. Sometimes life just sucked.
The joint must have been stronger than usual, she thought to herself, the darkness and sounds in the room kept changing like at a disco. She couldn´t focus on any of the shifts and desided to just enjoy the show. Bits of music, voices and soft hummings reached her ears and all different colours played for her eyes. She put a mental note to herself to ask her boyfriend if he had changed to some stronger marihuana as a cramp ran through her body. She was in the middle of an expiration and had no breath to scream at the pain. Like a huge lightening bolt, it ran through her nerves and was gone. She sat starled up in bed. But whatever it was, it was over. She gasped and felt cold sweat on her forehead and looked around, confused and dazed by the drug. Another flash of pain hit her and she fell back on the bed, limp as pudding. Her whole chest tightened and squeezed the breath out of her. The thought "my first bad trip" ran through her head but then drowned in pain. She had to throw up. Somehow she forced her screaming muscels to get her out of bed and head for the bathroom-door. Another lightening hit her and she tripped over a pile of CDs. On her knees she forced herself to continue, the humiliation of throwing up on her carpet was worse than those horrible flashes. The heavy mahogany door somehow swung up and she fell in on the heated stone floor. Her eyes was full of blinding, stabbing light and all kind of strange sounds beat her ears raw. She curled up in fetal position and let the cramps run through her.
"I´m only fourteen, I´m too young to die." She thought and clenched her eyes. There came no more cramps. Frightened she opened an eye. There was no light in the room, but still every detail was clear to her. Nadia had no time to think of how strange it was, she just threw herself on the toilet and threw up. Through the sea of noices she heard the sound of bare feet against floor and fabric against bare skin. She knew it was her father, coming from the hallway. The taste of womit in her mouth took her attention away from him. After what seemed like an eternity he knelt down to her.
My god, Nadia. We heard you slam the door. Are you ill? What wrong? Anger welled up in her
"I´ll tell you what´s wrong." She thought through coughs "My parents are only interested in my grades, not in me." It was like she felt him, there behind her, saw him in lominous colours and mentally she lashed out at the glowing figure. She felt like she struck a tiny redhot spot in his brain. His body jerked back and his hand clenched around her shoulder.
You flunked in school?! He screamed into the back of her head. Nadia felt so full of anger, she could barely contain it. She hated them both. 90% of the words he ever said to her was "If it´s not an A, I dont want to know." She had never ever got any other grades, she had allways been a good girl, allways done her very best in school. She had the best grades in her expensive private school, some of the best in the country, how dared he! She wanted to hurt him, hit him, make him take it back. She gritted her teeths and felt energy build up in her and was about to hit him physically. His hands on her shoulders disapeared and suddenly she felt better. She felt awake, alive and the strange, painfull sounds and colours changed. It was still there but it didn´t hurt anymore. She turned around in her kneeling position and clearly saw it through the dark room. Her father was dead and his body was lying flat out on the tile, his face twisted in a grimace.
She gasped What the...?
***
"What do you meen "gone" ?!" An extremely annoyed Logan snarled. "It can´t just disapear!" He stared accusingly at Henry who was still typing the keyboard at an impressing speed.
"I´m trying to figure it out, Logan!" The furry blue mutant shot back. He was just as sleepy as the rest of the team and he had morning hair literally all over his body.
"Are you sure it´s not a false alarm?" Jean asked and yawned again. "I didn´t feel any attack."
Something Cerebro had picked up, had set of the alarm and dragged the entire mansion out of their snug beds. The highpitched alarm still hung in their ears and the mutants were definetely not happy to hear that the signal had disapeared again. Charles was scanning the psi-plane in Cerebro and Henry was trying to locate the energy burst.
"I can´t find it." Professor X sighed. "It´s not a telepath." He rubbed his temples where the Cerebro-helmet had been a few seconds before.
"Heureka!" Henry exclaimed and brought a new screen up on the computer. "This is the information I can get." A few numbers flashed over the screen. "Total lenght of energy burst..." He readjusted his glasses and stared at the screen. "...0,068 seconds? This can´t be right." He said surpriced at the result.
"Where is it from?" Scott asked. Henry made a new screen apear.
"Northern hemisphere..." The computer was still working on a more accurate lokation, but the energy flash had been very short and very powerfull. A few more numbers came up. "...North-western Europe..." He said to noone special. A map shoved up on the screen. "...Copenhagen. Capital of Denmark." He stated. A new pop-up box apeared. "If it is a mutant, it´s the first registered in Scandinavia." He read from the box.
"Do a scan of the area." Ororo said and leaned over Henrys shoulder. "Is that the most presice map we can get?"
"I´m afraid so. Cerebro is scanning." Henry stated. The mutants waited impatiently. They were all eager to see which mutant that could be powerfull enough to make Cerebro go off at attack mode more than 800 thousand kilometras away. A new pop up box appeared.
"Result negative. Mutant target not found." Charles read out loud.
"Strange." Scott mumbled.
"Annoying." Logan corrected him. Bobby yawned.
"Now what?" He asked sleepily. Scott looked at the clock.
"It´s a quarter to six. I think I´ll stay up to watch, if there should be more activity." He offered. The rest of the X-men filed out of the room, wondering if it were too late to get more sleep or not.
The X-men encounters a mutant killer they can´t help...
Written of Idahoe, 2001.
It´s my first attempt of a fan fic: Please pity me!!!
And to all the gramatic errors: English is my fourth language! Just be happy if theres no lines in dutch, german, danish of french, OK?
The X-men belongs to Marvel. Nadia Jacobsen is MY creation.
Rating: NC-17, i guess. Sex, drugs and violence. Get used to it.
***
The thin stream of smoke was nearly invisible in the dark. It drifted lazily through her room and disappeared somewhere around the luminous displays of her stereo. Nadia Jacobsen took the last pull at the joint and put it out at the stack of scrap paper that had ended up as her math- homework. She leaned back in the pillow and enjoyed the feel of the expensive silk sheets, just letting her thoughts drift. Normally she wouldn´t do drugs on a schoolnight, but tonight she hated her life more than ever. Sometimes life just sucked.
The joint must have been stronger than usual, she thought to herself, the darkness and sounds in the room kept changing like at a disco. She couldn´t focus on any of the shifts and desided to just enjoy the show. Bits of music, voices and soft hummings reached her ears and all different colours played for her eyes. She put a mental note to herself to ask her boyfriend if he had changed to some stronger marihuana as a cramp ran through her body. She was in the middle of an expiration and had no breath to scream at the pain. Like a huge lightening bolt, it ran through her nerves and was gone. She sat starled up in bed. But whatever it was, it was over. She gasped and felt cold sweat on her forehead and looked around, confused and dazed by the drug. Another flash of pain hit her and she fell back on the bed, limp as pudding. Her whole chest tightened and squeezed the breath out of her. The thought "my first bad trip" ran through her head but then drowned in pain. She had to throw up. Somehow she forced her screaming muscels to get her out of bed and head for the bathroom-door. Another lightening hit her and she tripped over a pile of CDs. On her knees she forced herself to continue, the humiliation of throwing up on her carpet was worse than those horrible flashes. The heavy mahogany door somehow swung up and she fell in on the heated stone floor. Her eyes was full of blinding, stabbing light and all kind of strange sounds beat her ears raw. She curled up in fetal position and let the cramps run through her.
"I´m only fourteen, I´m too young to die." She thought and clenched her eyes. There came no more cramps. Frightened she opened an eye. There was no light in the room, but still every detail was clear to her. Nadia had no time to think of how strange it was, she just threw herself on the toilet and threw up. Through the sea of noices she heard the sound of bare feet against floor and fabric against bare skin. She knew it was her father, coming from the hallway. The taste of womit in her mouth took her attention away from him. After what seemed like an eternity he knelt down to her.
My god, Nadia. We heard you slam the door. Are you ill? What wrong? Anger welled up in her
"I´ll tell you what´s wrong." She thought through coughs "My parents are only interested in my grades, not in me." It was like she felt him, there behind her, saw him in lominous colours and mentally she lashed out at the glowing figure. She felt like she struck a tiny redhot spot in his brain. His body jerked back and his hand clenched around her shoulder.
You flunked in school?! He screamed into the back of her head. Nadia felt so full of anger, she could barely contain it. She hated them both. 90% of the words he ever said to her was "If it´s not an A, I dont want to know." She had never ever got any other grades, she had allways been a good girl, allways done her very best in school. She had the best grades in her expensive private school, some of the best in the country, how dared he! She wanted to hurt him, hit him, make him take it back. She gritted her teeths and felt energy build up in her and was about to hit him physically. His hands on her shoulders disapeared and suddenly she felt better. She felt awake, alive and the strange, painfull sounds and colours changed. It was still there but it didn´t hurt anymore. She turned around in her kneeling position and clearly saw it through the dark room. Her father was dead and his body was lying flat out on the tile, his face twisted in a grimace.
She gasped What the...?
***
"What do you meen "gone" ?!" An extremely annoyed Logan snarled. "It can´t just disapear!" He stared accusingly at Henry who was still typing the keyboard at an impressing speed.
"I´m trying to figure it out, Logan!" The furry blue mutant shot back. He was just as sleepy as the rest of the team and he had morning hair literally all over his body.
"Are you sure it´s not a false alarm?" Jean asked and yawned again. "I didn´t feel any attack."
Something Cerebro had picked up, had set of the alarm and dragged the entire mansion out of their snug beds. The highpitched alarm still hung in their ears and the mutants were definetely not happy to hear that the signal had disapeared again. Charles was scanning the psi-plane in Cerebro and Henry was trying to locate the energy burst.
"I can´t find it." Professor X sighed. "It´s not a telepath." He rubbed his temples where the Cerebro-helmet had been a few seconds before.
"Heureka!" Henry exclaimed and brought a new screen up on the computer. "This is the information I can get." A few numbers flashed over the screen. "Total lenght of energy burst..." He readjusted his glasses and stared at the screen. "...0,068 seconds? This can´t be right." He said surpriced at the result.
"Where is it from?" Scott asked. Henry made a new screen apear.
"Northern hemisphere..." The computer was still working on a more accurate lokation, but the energy flash had been very short and very powerfull. A few more numbers came up. "...North-western Europe..." He said to noone special. A map shoved up on the screen. "...Copenhagen. Capital of Denmark." He stated. A new pop-up box apeared. "If it is a mutant, it´s the first registered in Scandinavia." He read from the box.
"Do a scan of the area." Ororo said and leaned over Henrys shoulder. "Is that the most presice map we can get?"
"I´m afraid so. Cerebro is scanning." Henry stated. The mutants waited impatiently. They were all eager to see which mutant that could be powerfull enough to make Cerebro go off at attack mode more than 800 thousand kilometras away. A new pop up box appeared.
"Result negative. Mutant target not found." Charles read out loud.
"Strange." Scott mumbled.
"Annoying." Logan corrected him. Bobby yawned.
"Now what?" He asked sleepily. Scott looked at the clock.
"It´s a quarter to six. I think I´ll stay up to watch, if there should be more activity." He offered. The rest of the X-men filed out of the room, wondering if it were too late to get more sleep or not.
