It was a brand new morning at the Institute for Gifted Youngsters. It was a Saturday, but instead of the young mutants taking the opportunity to get out of the institute, they were all restricted to the indoors because of the threats of dangerous weather. It was a dreary day as it rained on and off, and the occasional rumble of thunder was a good indicator that the weather wasn't friendly. Even though everyone would rather be out, they obeyed the professor's orders and stayed indoors.
Meanwhile, several young mutants sat at the breakfast table eating their fill for the morning. Present was Rogue, Kitty, Logan, Kurt, Bobby, and Evan. Offered in a buffet style were eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles, sausage, and a variety of fresh fruits. Rogue, as usual, sat at the far end of the table, keeping to herself as she sat there in silence picking at her pancakes. Evan and Kurt, having extreme appetites, wolfed down everything and anything available. Kurt, however, ate slightly more than Evan as his metabolism required much more energy than normal. When everyone was still new to the institute, they all used to watch Kurt in awe as he ate, but now it was just one of those things they got used to. Kitty sat between Evan and Kurt and on her plate were pancakes and waffles with fruit toppings. She took care to stay away from any meat on the table as she was a strict vegetarian. Logan, as usual, sat at the table with his morning paper hoping breakfast would soon be over. Bobby sat across from him, wondering why he always had to be so serious and could never enjoy himself like the rest of them. Everyone sat there fairly quiet, which was unusual, compared to their usual morning routines. It was clear the disagreeable weather was reflecting in everyone's mood.
Kitty, tired of the silence, annoyingly stated, "Would this rain like, totally quit already? There's nothing to do, I like, need to get out."
Kurt contentiously replied in his thick German accent, "Nah, that's not true. I'm sure there's plenty to do. You've just gotta get creative."
Rogue snapped, "Yeah, like what? We're not even allowed out of this darn institute, how are we supposed to have fun?"
Evan added, "I know, dude, I can't even rip up the streets on my skateboard. This is so lame."
Logan, with the mutant's conversation finally catching his attention and a chance to be his usual, military self, says, "I think I've just the thing for you kids." Immediately all heads turned and groans could already be heard. "Yeah… meet me in the Danger Room in one hour, I'll cure your boredom.", he said in his gruff, raspy voice.
Kurt, knowing he had so many better ideas, kiddingly says, "Ugh, see what you guys did? No body ever listens to the fuzzy dude. Now, we all suffer the consequences." Everyone rolled their eyes and left Kurt at the table alone. Kurt looked around, "What??"
An hour later, they arrive at the Danger Room for Logan's session. After they were in their places, they were told their objective: to find and hit the four targets placed around the battlefield which now consumes the Danger Room. The battlefield was an expansive rocky terrain, and covered with huge cliffs and boulders. There were dead trees, and with the help of Storm, the weather, much to the other mutants' dismay, was much like the weather they were already avoiding. While their objective may have sounded easy, the catch is that there were many obstacles, including different machines programmed to do one thing; attack relentlessly. Together, they had to work to find and hit the targets. Working together, they successfully completed their task. Utterly exhausted by the end of the session, retreating back to their rooms was the only thing on their minds. After Logan released them, that's exactly what some of them did.
The mood wasn't any better at the Brotherhood house, and perhaps even worse with their already dreary surroundings. The Brotherhood house was never kept up and the place was literally falling apart. Fred sat on their soiled and damaged sofa while eating what little he could find in their fridge. Pietro, who was often mysteriously away, was not present at the time. Lance, who was terribly bored, was pacing around the house mumbling uncomprehendingly to himself.
Mystique, who was isolated up in her room, had been acting strange lately. Something was bothering her, but the Brotherhood would never dare ask her. She was always quiet, yes, but usually she was out of the house. For days she had been up in her room. Fred, gobbling down his cold leftover slice of pizza, asked Lance, "Hey, what's up with the Boss?"
Lance replied, "Hmph, hell if I know. But I'm sure we'll find out eventually. Whatever she's planning I'm sure it involves us."
Toad, unaware of their conversation, was occupied in the kitchen while catching, or attempting to catch, the many flies that called their dump "home." The misfit mutants tried their best to cope with being in the house as much as they wanted to escape, but even they wouldn't go out in the horrible weather.
Mystique, who hadn't been seen for days, laid up in her king sized bed with many puzzling thoughts in her head. Lance was right, she was indeed concocting ideas for a plan, but the question was, for what? After minutes of pondering, up sat Mystique, grinning and letting out a sinister laugh, her face illuminated from the strikes of lightening through her bedroom windows. She had it, she knew what she had to do.
AN: I hope this was ok, I'm still getting back into the swing of things after being gone for so long. Let me know what you think. :) I may go back and change a few things, but I wanted to get some opinions so wanted to publish what I've completed. R&R please! :D