Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except for those I invent. I include a character I invented named Marie. She will be referred to as Marie, and Rogue as Rogue.
D.C. is a character I invented. For details read "D.C. and the CN Tower" chapters one through five.
Marie and Jean-Pierre are also characters I invented. For details read "An American Ka-Boom! in Paris." chapters one through eight.
Is that all? I think so. Enjoy the story and r/r!
"What the heck is going on?" D.C. sat groggily up. He checked Clark's digital alarm clock across the room. 1:38. 1:38?!? He looked around and saw the other boys he shared his room with, Clark, John, and Jean-Pierre, running around the room trying to find clean clothes. D.C. watched, deeply amused, then asked, "Dare I ask why I was shaken awake as if the mansion were on fire?"
Jean-Pierre whirled around and glared at him. "If you had been listening to me you would have known that there is an emergency meeting in the lunchroom in less then five minutes. Mr. Summers was just here and he practically dragged me out of bed, told me about the meeting, and ordered me to wake everyone else. Then he dashed off again."
D.C. sighed and got up. He went to his drawer, got out his clothes, and calmly put them on. He thought it was slightly funny that he alone knew where his clean clothes were, and everybody else in the room was pulling drawers out and strewing articles of clothing about. He walked out the door and saw that there were many students already out in the hall. Many were yawning and grumbling, dragging their feet. Everyone sped up when they heard Mr. Summers yell, "If you are not in the lunchroom in less then three minutes, I'll expect a ten page report on the history of toothbrushes today at 1:30!"
Great, thought D.C. 11 hours, 22 minutes, and 57 seconds to get a ten-page history report on a dental hygiene tool. Let's see, toothbrushes invented in China, mainly pointy sticks. Romans drill holes in stick, place animal fur in. Then, in the 1800's…
Still recounting the history of the toothbrush, and getting more scared by his knowledge by the minute, he reached the lunchroom. About ¾ of the students were there, moaning, yawning, moping, or falling asleep on each others' shoulders or on the wall next to them. D.C. spotted Bobby, Rogue, and Marie. He decided to sit down with them. Marie appeared to be fighting to stay awake, and Bobby kept putting chunks of ice down her back to keep her awake. Rogue was sipping at some hot liquid. D.C. sat down next to the wall. He saw an electric outlet, so he took out an extension cord he had brought with him. He plugged one end into the wall, and put the other end in his arm. The electric current started to feed him, and he felt considerably more awake.
All the students were in the lunchroom now. Jean-Pierre, Clark, and John came over to sit with D.C., Bobby, Marie, and Rogue. "Do you have any idea what's happening?" Jean-Pierre asked Rogue. She shook her head, and lifted her cup for another sip.
Just then, all the teachers came in, namely Miss Munroe, Miss Grey, and Mr. Summers. They sat down together at a table at the very front. Logan came in as well and he sat down at the table next to theirs. Then, D.C. could hear the electric whir of Professor Xavier's wheelchair coming down the hall. A respectful silence passed through the crowd. Everyone knew that Professor X had telepathic powers. That's how most of them had been found. They didn't know how, but Professor X had found some of them when they were miles away. A few kids had even been in a different state or in Canada when he found them.
So it was best to have happy thoughts whenever he was around. Although he encouraged them to think how they wanted, nobody wanted to be caught with bad images in his or her head. So everyone always put on a rather fixed smile on their face when Professor X came into a room.
The only person who didn't need to worry about this was D.C. Something about him made it impossible for Professor X to read his thoughts except under the right circumstances, which was a very rare event. Professor X wanted to find out what was so special about D.C., but D.C. just thought that since he was made of pure energy there was too much interference for his brain waves to get through.
Anyway, let's get the author's train of thought back at the station. Toot, toot! We will be stopping at Supreme Kahuna's brain for a while. For those getting off at this location, please locate your belongings and make sure they are not left on the train. After we have left Supreme Kahuna's brain, we will proceed directly to…
To Readers: Sorry about that. From: Author
Professor turned his wheelchair towards the students. He looked very grave, almost as if someone had died. "You all of course know about the Mutation Registration Act and the controversy about it." Everybody nodded. "Well, I have just been informed that the US Senate met in secret yesterday and voted. Then the House of Representatives voted on it. And then the president signed it. The MRA has been made law, and it is…effective immediately." Panicky whispering had broken out. Marie and Jean-Pierre looked around, obviously confused. D.C. leaned towards them.
"The Mutant Registration Act is where police go around arresting suspected mutants. If they find a mutant they tag him or her so that everyone else will know. Almost everyone in the country wanted it to be that way."
"Why is everyone suddenly look like death is upon us?"
"Because it will make it easier for mutant-haters to find and hurt or kill mutants! It's like with the Jews in Germany before World War Two. The German government forced Jews to wear the Star of David so that people would know not to have anything to do with them. When our government exposes mutants nobody will want anything to do with them! They won't be able to buy food, go to school, or go to work!"
"But that is terrible!"
Just then, Professor X raised his hand for silence. "Because of this I have decided to move the school. I have another mansion in Canada for just this kind of emergency. You will go back to your rooms, pack your things, and come back here in thirty minutes for further instructions. Thirty minutes, starting now."
And everybody got up and headed for the door. As D.C. walked down the hall he looked through the open bedroom doors and saw boys and girls running around trying to find suitcases, treasured items, or articles of clothing. He walked into his room, and found the three other boys already in there. The room was in such a state of disarray D.C. had to use his scanning power to find his bed. Everybody was asking each other where certain items were, and D.C. answered most of the questions.
"Where's my hat?"
"Under your bed."
"Where are some of my clean socks?"
"In your dirty clothes basket."
"Where's my coat?"
"In the laundry room."
"Where's my CD player?"
"In your backpack."
"Where's my teddy bear?"
"Your what? Never mind, it's in your dresser."
"Where is my retainer?"
"In the cup by your bed."
"Where is the light switch? And why are we doing all this in the dark?"
"Three and a half feet to your left and I don't know."
"How do you know where everything is?"
"Because of my scanning ability. For example, Jean-Pierre's CDs are in Clark's pants, Clark's dictionary is in the wastebasket, and John's lighter is in the toilet, Mr. Summers is in the basement, and there is no one in the luchroom. Any questions?"
"Yes. John, why do you keep putting my dictionary in the garbage?"
"Why do you keep putting my lighter in the toilet?"
"The mansion has a basement?"
D.C. rolled his eyes and conjured a sports bag out of the energy from Clark's alarm clock. He carefully folded his clothes, put them in and zipped it shut. He grabbed his backpack, which had his laptop, schoolbooks, and yesterday's homework in it and headed for the lunchroom with twenty minutes to spare.
"D.C.! Why are the numbers on my alarm clock flashing?"
He was the first one back in the lunchroom, which was completely deserted. He took out his laptop, signed onto the Internet, went to an encyclopedia web site and looked up toothbrushes. He began to read, barely aware of the steady stream of students into the room. When he looked up he was amazed to see the whole school sitting in the lunchroom with an assortment of suitcases, bags, and slings. Professor X was at the front of the room, and he was just opening his mouth to speak.
Then Mr. Summers came racing into the room, whispered something in Professor X's ear, and ran back out. The professor's face, which was already solemn, turned into a face of stone. He started to speak to the class.
"Scott has just informed me that a convoy of SWAT teams and army units are on route from Westchester. Somebody has told them this building is a training ground for a mutant revolution." He stopped for a moment, heaved a giant sigh, and continued. "That doesn't give us enough time to evacuate all of you. Therefore the teachers and I have agreed that we can bestow on you a great trust. Very few students have ever been taken where you are going. Grab your stuff, we're going into the lower levels."
Whispering broke out again. "What does he mean, "the lower levels?"
"Maybe he's taking us into the basement?"
"We don't have a basement!"
"Maybe it's a bomb shelter?"
"I doubt it. Then it wouldn't be a secret."
DC rolled his eyes again. He'd known about the secret under levels of the mansion almost from the moment he had discovered his scanning power.
"Will everyone please follow me down the hall? This will take some time."
Everybody stood up. They followed Professor X out of the lunchroom down that. They stopped at an unremarkable portion of curved wall. Everyone was very surprised when it opened, revealing an elevator.
About four kids could fit in the elevator. This made progress slow, and everyone was shifting restlessly and nervously, waiting for the sound of the elevator coming back up and listening for any activity outside. Many times a sound outside caused everyone to jump, which was very unfortunate for Marie. She had already hit her head on the ceiling four times, and she landed on top of D.C. the third time. Rogue was hard pressed to keep anyone from touching the bare skin on her face when they jumped. For one horrible moment she thought she had touched Clark in front of her, but he only coughing.
D.C. was at the very back. He kept scanning the grounds outside, just to make sure the cops weren't here yet. They're not here. They're not here. They're not here. They are here!
"They are here."
"Are you sure?"
Jean-Pierre strained his ears, but he couldn't detect any sirens.
"They are not here! Quit teasing. This is no time for-!"
Right on cue, sirens could be heard approaching.
The elevator came back up. There were six people left, Katie, Jubilee, Clark, Jean-Pierre, Rogue, and D.C. The girls and Clark got in, and it went back down. Now D.C. and Jean-Pierre could here men and women shouting to each other outside, and they as the voices got closer, they got fainter until they couldn't be heard at all. Then D.C. heard glass shattering nearby.
"They're inside."
Jean-Pierre's face had gone white. He backed against the concealed door, turned around and starting pounding it with his fists.
"You idiot, stop that!"
D.C. grabbed Jean-Pierre and pulled him away from the door. It opened. But at the same time, D.C. became aware of footsteps. A SWAT team was coming, and they were about to turn around the corner.
Quick as a flash D.C. literally threw Jean-Pierre into the elevator, whispered, "I'll distract them." and used his powers to shut the door. He turned and ran into a doorway. He peeked around the corner, and saw men and women in bomb squad armor?
D.C. shook his head in disgust. Reaching out with his power, he used something he had only learned last week.
A door opened, and out raced a girl in a nightdress. Somebody yelled, and half of them chased after the girl. She turned the corner, and there D.C. made the hologram disappear. While the other members of the SWAT team looked after them, D.C. burst from his own hiding spot, and ran down the hall.
"STOP! FREEZE! POLICE!"
D.C. raced down the hall, and he was pleased to hear several of them stumble and fall in their heavy armor. They had probably never worn anything like it, and it really didn't help in the slightest. D.C. raced around the corner, and froze. Another squad was there, and they were all pointing their guns at him.
"Get your hands over your head!"
D.C. pondered his situation for a split second. Then he created a holographic mist that spread so thick that a person couldn't see a hand in front of their eyes. D.C. ran toward the hidden elevator. He was going to make it! He was almost-
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Six shots rang out. Two pierced D.C.'s stomach. Three went through his chest. One through his neck and the last through his forehead. Mercury splashed on the ground as D.C. fell to his knees. He raised his hand to touch the hole in his forehead, but he passed out before he could do so.