/PART 3 YAY! Okay, technically this is a free write(right off the top of my head) that I did in about 3 hours between classes and I didn't go back to change anything but grammar!
/It is also ALLOT longer than my first two chapters, Enjoy!
Iron Spike #3
Spike had his eyes closed but he could see mist if he dug deep enough, It was strange as he also felt eyes on him. He jump up and glared in every direction. "Is there anyone there?" he called. He waited there for a couple seconds and relaxed a little. "Just me buddy boy." The voice was low and sounded as if it were being drowned. Spike tensed up and darted his eyes around once more. "Where are you!" "In time Spike, in time…" the voice faded away.
Spikes eye's jolted open and he jumped from where he was sitting. "I was dreaming" he reassured himself. "That must have been a wild dream to make you sweat like that" said Deadpool sitting in a seat near him, "or… EWW you pervert! You were dreaming about me weren't you?"
"No I just had a nightmar-"he was interrupted with a loud "CHING!"That jolted under Spike's feet and knocked him down to the ground. The moment his hand touched the ground he instantly felt metal and his mind flashed, viewing all the metal connected to where he was touching. It was almost like instantly getting blueprints in your mind.
"We're on a plane?" Spike looked up and around, "Why are we on a cargo plane?"
Deadpool got up and grabbed a parachute. "Well that's simple; we're giving you an alibi!" He slowly clipped it onto himself. "We are on a human's mutant capture plane that may or may not have been anonymously tipped off to the X-men."
Spike looked around frantically and noticed he was in a cell, by what he felt from looking at the planes' layout there were more like it holding other mutants.
Deadpool walked to the door and turned around," Remember, you're undercover now. Your powers can be mistaken for other ones, try to pretend or something… you'll do fine Babypool!"
Spike smiled as Deadpool left through the door. "So I'm undercover now, hmm... I guess I can be Chuck, only for a little longer." Spike sat back on his prison bed and daydreamed about how awesome he is.
"ATTENTION ALL CREW MEMBERS! AN UNEXPECTED STORM HAS MOVED INFRONT OF OUR PATH AND WE MAY BE EXPERIENCING SOME TURBULENCE!" the announcement was brief but it was enough to startle Spike. It must be starting, he thought to himself.
Small shuffling noises could be heard outside his door. Spike put his ear against the door and heard someone approaching. The footsteps stopped. In less than a second, three metallic claws went straight through the door 4 inches from his face. Spike fell back in surprise as the door was ripped from its hinges and tossed aside by a scruffy, muscular, angry looking man with blades protruding from his fists.
"Well hello there, bub." He said with an outstretched arm. As Spike was rushed out of the prison he was lead to the rear of the plane. There he met a group of the other mutants who were escaping. He bumped into a tall teenager who turned to look and had to double-take with clenched fists and teeth. "HEY! YOU'RE THAT STREET RAT! THE ONE WITH THE METAL HANDS!" Spike opened his eyes wide and stuttered," Uh-NO! You've got me mistaken! I uh, can… copy people's powers?" The boy who he now remembered beating up in a street brawl, was around his friends and skeptical. "Prove it then! Copy someone's powers" Spike looked around and noticed someone banging at the controls to the plane's bay door. "I can't get the doors open, and I don't want to blow us out of the sky." The man turned around. He wore a thin but wide visor. He also wore a similar uniform to the other's he saw helping mutants to the exit. "Storm, can you bring Kitty? We'll have to face groups through to the jet at a time." Spike smirked," Well check this out" he said to the threatening figure.
Spike made his way closer to the doors as two women phased through the door. One was flying another through. "Ok, who's first" announced the younger looking one with brown hair. The other had snow white hair and for a moment, invisible pupils. Spike approached the one he hear someone call Kitty," So you can move through objects?" she turned and said with a smile, "Why yes, yes I can. If you're ready hold on to someone, I'm taking groups back to the jet right behind us." Spike smiled, put his hand on her shoulder and pretended to have a forced thought, tightly closing his eyes and shivering. He stopped took one step back and said "perfect." He shot a look at the one who questioned him and walked into to bay door. He moved the metal around his body and returned it back to its place to find himself on the other side. He was falling now, but he saw the black jet. He had to think fast. Without hesitation, he put his hands out in front of him and went through the roof of the jet and rolled onto the floor. Someone turned to him. "AH, Kitty! Why'd you come back without- hold on your not Kitty!"Spike got up and looked towards the voice and almost fell back down. "You're… blue, and furry?" There was silence afterwards. After taking a seat, groups of mutants were moved into the jet until they were ready to leave.
The tall boy who had questioned Spike earlier took a seat next to him. "Wow geez, I'm sorry for bustin' your chops back there." With relief Spike took it and smiled," No problem, people are always trying to beat me up." They both laughed. "Well, it was sure lucky of us to be saved by these guys. I thought I was gonna' be a goner for sure at a prison camp." "Yeah, well I'm Chuck." There was an interruption as one of the uniformed mutants got up. "Greetings to all of you new youngsters, I am Scott, otherwise known as Cyclops. We are taking you all back to a sanctuary for gifted people like yourselves. You will meet many experienced teachers who can help you hone your powers and maybe use them for good one day. For now relax, your suffering here has ended." There was a cheer among the mutants.
It was early morning when the jet landed and allowed everyone to step off. All the mutant teens and young adults who came off the jet got into an orderly line in a beautiful courtyard. Spike was one of them staring at a mansion with hundreds of students looking back at him. A man in a wheelchair emerged from out of that crowd and scanned a look at all of the new people. "Welcome!" he called out in a chuckle. "We are ALWAYS happy to take on new students! So that we can better help you all, we are going put in document all of your powers. This will allow us to help you find out how to use your powers more efficiently." Some of the people in the uniforms began walking around with paper and pencil talking to the new students. Kitty approached Spike," So, what was it that you did earlier?" Spike was standing next to the tall boy "Oh this guy, this is my bud Chuck" he interrupted, "He copied your power by touching your shoulder!" Well I guess I'm stuck with that as my power Spike thought. "Yup sure is…" Kitty's face Brightened as she waved for another recorder to her. "Hey Wolverine! Check it out; remember that team you were training? Well we have a power copier!" Wolverine came up to them smoking a cigar. Spike looked at the clipboard he held and saw badly drawn doodles. "You're the man before that got me out of my jail cell." Spike said enthusiastically. "Yeah, that's right." Wolverine looked Spike up and down and paused for a second. He then turned to Kitty and said, "I don't want em', to girly for my tastes… and he reminds me of someone I use to work with." He looked at Spike and squinted then turned and walked towards the mansion. Spike had to think about what the hell just happened."So… I'm not good enough?" Kitty frowned," Aw man, don't get down; you still have time to prove him wrong." Spike didn't care about proving something, in fact for some reason he felt some sort of hatred for this man. Where the hell does he get off, telling me I'm not good enough for something? I will not be told who I am from some stranger! Spike raged in his head. Wolverine knew this and smirked at Spike. I can't blow my cover by attacking him… but then again… NO! I won't! Spike clenched his fists and calmed down slowly.
A few minutes later the new students were going to take their first steps into the school. On his way in a foot propped itself where Spike was walking and tripped him to the floor. A group of people laughed, including the one that did it, Wolverine. Rage busted out, Claws came out of spikes fists just like Wolverine's. Jumping up he took a swing at him but Wolverine stepped back and avoided. He popped his own claws and made one swipe. The second Wolverine's claws made contact with his he flashed and got a blue print of his entire skeleton. Wolverine's claws clanged with Spike's but it didn't stop going and ended up lopping off his claws. Spike was knocked to the ground by the force. "You've got spunk kid, but you're no good for a team." Wolverine walked away leaving Spike Angrier than ever. An arm gently grabbed his and helped him up. "Don't worry about Logan, did he hurt you?" Spike turned to see the woman that flew Kitty through the cargo plane early in the night. "Just my pride, is he always like that… very frustrating… Uh… miss?" "Call me Storm. But I did notice you have fighting spirit. I'd love to train you, maybe we can have a fighter who can think." He smirked. "Go with the others and get a room" she said then she exited. On the way the rooms, Spike noticed two sweaty mutants leaving a giant facility and was immediately intrigued. He approached it and heard someone call it the danger room. He went in. It was a wide silver dome like area, almost like an arena. "How does this work?" he asked himself. "Welcome to the danger zone unrecognized entity. I will now begin a simulation at level 1 in 3…2…1…" The area around him changed instantly, he was now in a training bunker. "What? Hello?" "Welcome newbie, let me instruct you." It was Wolverine. "Simulation ay?" said Spike snidely.
Spike created a sword from the metal bracers he always carries; he walked up and stabbed Wolverine through the stomach. "WARNING! User is about to exceed posted danger level!" The simulated Wolverine grabbed Spike by his shirt collar. "Watch it bub! I'm giving you ONE chance only to just do the posted training!" Spike kicked off and flipped to a landing. "BRING IT ASSHOLE!" "Danger level reset, Level 5 activated!" Wolverine popped his claws and charged. Spike could literally feel the metal within Wolverine. As Wolverine's claws flew at Spike he caught them in-between his fingers they stood there struggling to push each other. "Why…can't…I…bend…THIS METAL?" Simulated Wolverine laughed, "I think you'll find my claws are made of the most powerful stuff in existence!" Spike felt Wolverines Skeleton and locked his arms in their position. Releasing and moving, Wolverine was able to pop some bones out of the hold, but not all of them. But it was too late; Spike was already gotten around Wolverine and swung his sword at his neck. The sword stopped at the bone. Wolverine elbowed him and knocked him back. This fight proceeded for two hours until someone discovered him. "Simulation shutting down!" Wolverine and the environment faded away leaving him back in the dome. "What are you doing? How long have you been doing this?" It was Cyclops. He looked through the computer and replayed some of the battle, two holograms of Spike and Wolverine clashed around him at high speeds. "I have to admit, I never met someone who could keep up with Wolverine this early! Get up here now!"
Cyclops had his arms crossed, "you've got talent, but no skill. I think there is someone you need to meet." Cyclops led Spike to Xavier's office.
Right as they walked in Xavier made a big smile and outstretched his arm to shake Spike's hand. "Welcome student" he said politely. "So I hear you can copy powers?" Spike smiled,"Yes!" Xavier lost his smile, "Is that so? Do it now. Read my mind" Spike went cold. "I…uh…" Cyclops had disappeared and the door was gone. "My abilities may be hard at first so I brought us into my mind, if you can read my mind, you will." It was then it hit him, that lurking voice in the back of his head. In the corners of the room black, shadow like humanoid figures began to form. There must have been dozens and they grew. Now the voices were louder but very unintelligible, like loud whispers. Spike closed his eyes and let it spread. The room was covered in darkness and Xavier was forced to end the connection. "My god, you are a rare case, I want you to learn from Storm, she can help you with calming your mind and concentration. I am very sorry for unlocking that, I will not doubt you anymore." Xavier crossed his fingers and went into deep thought.
Cyclops lead Spike out, "What the heck did you do, actually you just need to go hang around Storm like the professor said, I'll show you the way. As he walked he noticed something walking next to him. He flinched as he saw one of those shadow figures! "Shhh, they can't see me. You'll look weird talking to me, just let me talk" It said. "I'm your subconscious. Kittyface really wrecked your head with that failed kill move, eh." Spike continued looking straight. "You can call me Charlie. I can help keep people out of your head… then again you're so messed up your technically doing it by yourself. Let me ask you, have you been able to control your anger?" Everything began to make a little more sense.
When they reached the lab, Storm was teaching a class. They walked in and were instantly greeted. "Xavier already told me." With a quick affirmation Cyclops was gone. Storm shook his hand, "I want you to use my power; it will help you learn how to calm your mind." I don't suppose Charlie can help me fly? Spike thought. "Nope, but apparently she can control weather, you're screwed" Charlie laughed.
"Well maybe I can fake it" whispered Spike to himself as he prepped himself by making gloves from his metal bracers.
Spike took a seat and listened. Storm went over conductors like metal and how the atmosphere and weather is controlled by magnetic changes in the atmosphere. Spike got a Sly idea. He created a small metal disk and placed it on top of his desk. He then began playing with the molecules in his metal gloves. Twenty minutes later he moved it a couple millimeters. "YES!" he yelled out in the middle of class. "Yes Chuck?" asked Storm, "I uh… I moved metal?" She smiled, "we can work with that after class." There was about ten minutes left of teaching until everyone was dismissed for dinner. Spike stayed back with Storm so he could show how he could move the little disc around. Storm was able to move her hand across the table and the disc followed "You must concentrate on the atmosphere, the magnetic zone around it, same works with conjuring lightning, but we'll save that for later." He learned more about how it worked before leaving to eat. Spike walked down the halls playing with his gloves, feeling the push and pull as he changed the polarities of the gloves. He passed so many new faces, this place reminded him of the Den, just allot cleaner.
That night Spike snuck into Storms lab and practiced his ability until he fell asleep.
Deep sleep was accompanied by a visit from Charlie, "How you've been doing? Fine? Well stop it, remember why you're here." Charlie's voice became demonic," FIND IT!"
/so we find out The Iron Spike is haunting himself :D
/Part 4 will be here soon... Even though I'm probably talking to myself :P