Yes, a new story from me. I can't help it,I love writing! However, this one is a little different from my others. Basically, I am writing X-Men 3 as I think it will occur based on the trailer I've seen so far, and the snippets of speculation and rumours heard. So, really, I'm taking all these little pieces of the puzzle, putting them together and filling in the gaps! This story will not contain any major spoilers PURPOSELY (e.g. deaths.). I don't know any, and want to keep it that way! Anything I write is purely theories on my behalf that could or could not happen in the real movie. So if something big happens, it was my idea, not that I directly know this from any source! So, with that I hope you all understand that I'm writing this for fun and not out to persuade anybody that I know what will happen in X3 or indirectly spoil. Basically, this is just to keep me, and my readers, going until the movie comes out! Hurry up X-Men 3!
Chapter 1
The tense silence was abruptly destroyed as a large muscular figure shot up from his chair, glaring down at the man sat at the head of the table. The official looking group sat at the long table warily observed the person who had rose. The man narrowed his eyes slightly behind strands of royal blue hair.
"Professor Anderson," the man said in a patient tone, "Surely you cannot propose such a thing."
Anderson regarded the man with a stern face. He briefly looked around the table before he spoke. "I think you'll find my colleagues are in agreement Dr. McCoy."
"But this is preposterous. Whilst we have agreed on the mutant vaccine, the first tests should not be administered compulsorily."
"It needs to be tested before we can officially release it, McCoy!" replied Anderson heatedly. "And that means we're going for the mutants with extreme physical effects, I'm sure they will not oppose to the cure. Hopefully force won't be necessary."
"Extreme physical effects?" repeated Henry McCoy softly. His face quickly consorted into a frown, making his furry animalistic features look all the more intimidating. Dr. McCoy was in fact a kind and pleasant man, and also extremely intelligent. He leant forward on the long table, his large blue knuckles pressing down to the surface as he glowered. "I sincerely hope you won't be bringing me along, because I'm afraid I shall have to use force."
Anderson waved his hands dismissively, "It won't come to that, Dr. McCoy. Sit down."
But Henry was yet to seat himself at the man's request, "As the Head of Scientific Research, Professor Anderson, I'm assuming you'll be the one to decide exactly who you will be testing the vaccine on?"
"Of course, after consideration," confirmed Anderson, nodding his head. "We have reserved Government documents that will help us locate prime targets to bring in."
"General Stryker's private files?" asked a woman from further down the table, she looked mildly surprised, surveying Anderson over the top of her glasses.
Anderson nodded, "The President insisted Stryker was a criminal, and confiscated all his documentations except those that could help us."
Henry had lowered back to his seat, but was packing his items away into a briefcase. "I apologise Professor Anderson, but I must take my leave. This meeting has overrun and I am running late for a memorial of a dear friend who recently passed. Excuse my wording, but I think this Government proposal is a diabolical sham and insist that I have no part in it until you come to your senses." He pushed to his feet, his wheeled chair rolling back quite a distance at the force of his calves against it. "Excuse me," he said softly, bowing his head before he turned and strode towards the door, loosening his tie from his thick neck. Sometimes he hated politics.
Clouds loomed over the grounds of Xavier's school, casting darkness over what was really a sunny, mild afternoon. Flickers of lightning passed through the swirling clouds, the rumbles echoing right across the mansion. The cause of this phenomenon was obvious if one chose to look at the upper floor balcony. Ororo Munroe stared out at the restful sky, which reflected her very feelings, as she stood alone on the balcony. Today was to be Jean Grey's memorial. Not a funeral, for they had no hopes of finding their dear friend's body under the mass of the water that exploded from the dam at Alkali Lake.
Ororo, the aptly named Storm, was having some quiet time. The previous weeks had been rather hectic as they planned the memorial, contacting over a hundred of Jean's old friends. A busy and social woman, they found that she had accumulated many close friends over the years, and each of them were insistent that they come to the memorial, which was to be hosted in a quiet area in Xavier's grounds.
But they had not been busy enough to miss the latest news of the month – a mutant cure. It appeared that since they had visited the President, he seemed to think that this was the way to go. Charles Xavier, headmaster and Professor of the school his mansion was founded for, agreed that the option of being cured of the mutant DNA may be a preferred choice for some mutants, Rogue being used as an example. Whilst she has now accepted the difficulty of her powers, there were plenty of other Rogues out there, struggling with strange and bewildering mutations.
But then, Jean's memorial day came upon them, and they agreed to leave the issue unmentioned for a day, out of respect.
Scott Summers, once the fiancé of the passed Jean was not going to be present at the memorial, much to the shock of the X-Men. After private deliberation with the Professor, he had insisted that he was going away for a short while, to try and sort himself out and that the memorial should not be delayed for him. He would pay his respect his own way.
"Storm?"
Storm quickly looked round to the balcony doorway, where Logan was looking out curiously. She made a smile of greeting, turning to face the man, "What is it?"
"A friend of Jean is here."
"Is he not waiting with the others?" asked Storm curiously. Charles was in the recreation room with the visitors so far.
Logan straightened a little, shrugging, "He said he wanted to see you, an' old friend or somethin'?"
"Who is it?"
"I dunno," answered Logan, gesticulated with his hands as he continued, "Some big, blue, furry – "
But Storm was nowhere to be seen; she had sped past Logan swiftly, running down the staircase with rapid footsteps, "Beast!"
Logan slowly followed after her, reaching the banister where he watched Storm warmly take the large blue man in a warm, welcoming embrace. Henry McCoy, or Beast as he was known at the mansion, smiled down at the woman, revealing pristine white canines. "How are you?" he asked her gently, his large hands cupping her upper arms.
"Coping," sighed Storm quietly, continuing to look up at the man. "Charles is just down the hall if you'd like to see him, he's with the other guests."
"Indeed," Beast nodded his large head once, "I would also like to speak with Charles about a separate occasion, but of course, that can wait. How long till the memorial begins? I feared I was going to be late, the dreadful meeting overrun."
"And I feared you wasn't going to make it," Storm turned slowly, leading him down the corridor, "People will be making their way down shortly."
"How's Scott?"
Storm sighed as she brought him towards one of the doors down the long pristine hallway. Gentle light from outdoors filtered in through the windows, the sky outside since relieved of Storm's troubles. "It's affected him badly. He's not attending the memorial. He's been gone for a few days now. I think he just needs to try and sort himself out."
"What state of mind is he in?" asked Beast quietly, stopping as a concerned expression came over his face.
Storm considered, "Well, he appeared to be calm before he set off. But it could just be an front.."
"Possibly," agreed Beast with a soft sigh. His eyes lifted as he took the handle of the door and after a short pause, stepped in to greet Professor Xavier.
You may recognise afew trailer sequences there that I have weaved into my story! Now do you see what I'm doing? Scott's not at the mansion, so.. where did he go? Visiting a certain abandoned dam, are we Cyclops? Find out next chapter! Oh, and please review!
