Title: The Mikora Chronicles: Shards of the Past
By: AngelAkuma
A/N: Arrggg this is so frustrating! I have to change the telepathic messages from speech to {speech} because for some reason it just appears as . Sorry if this was causing trouble.
Disclaimer = I think I've come to the point where the disclaimer is pointless and that the fact I don't own or create Marvel or Xmen is a *tad* obvious....
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--{Chapter 3: Rain Fall; Part 3}--
Two of the men turned toward the newcomer. He was a Korean, about 21 years of age and was wearing a black raincoat, midnight blue pants, a somewhat wet navy backpack over his shoulder, and had a red and blue umbrella over his head. The young man had a weak body and didn't seem much of a fighter. He also had dirty blond hair, light brown eyes, light skin, and a good-natured look about him. He smiled at them with a strange brightness in his cheery eyes.
"May I inquire of your actions?" he repeated good naturally.
"What are you doing here?" one of the men demanded as he walked forward, his gun pointed downward, "This area is strictly -- "
"He's a mutant too!" The leader yelled, interrupting and surprising his colleague. His hand-held mutant detector had begun flashing red. His face glowed with fresh anger toward the newcomer.
"Seize him!"
The young man merely stood there as two men rushed at him. In the blink of an eye, the two men suddenly stopped in mid-air; their bodies had frozen, their arms were at a stand-still, and their feet did not propel them forward toward their target.
"I... can't move!" one of them struggled to say.
"Of course not," he smiled. The other men automatically whipped out their mutant-gene stopping darts, and prepared to fire it at him. However, they were not given a chance when Wolverine came from apparently no where. The guns were shattered and torn onto the pavement. Within a matter of seconds, the stranger and Wolverine had subdued the last of the soldiers. Ashton was released and she groaned at her injuries. She screwed one eye shut and the Korean helped supported her as the trio walked calmly away from the cowering soldiers.
"Please do not interfere or struggle," the Korean said as he looked back, "It would be harder for both of us."
With that he turned back and walked toward the Xmen. Mikora's body was lying on the ground, her face still tense from battle. She was still bleeding heavily. Wolverine had already gone ahead and was calling to Jean.
"Jean!" Wolverine shouted. He bent down and lifted Mikora up and looked her over, examining her wounds.
"We have to go back!" he said tensely. The girl wasn't in a good condition and she already had lost a lot of blood. Justin calmly walked nearer to the others with a bleeding Ashton on his shoulder. He could easily support her with his telekinesis, though his weak body didn't seem to agree to her additional weight.
"Who are you?" Ashton asked feebly. She was struggling to keep awake; the soldiers had earlier injected something into her, which made her feel sleepy. She coughed up blood and instantly moved away from Justin as to not get it on him. She'd bitten her own tongue just to stay awake.
"Take it easy. My name is Justin Kim. I was looking for the Xavier Institute and I became lost. I remembered being invited by your professor and tried to trace him by scanning the area of telepaths." he explained quickly, "The only telepath, however, I found was you." he added, turning to Jean.
"I see," Jean said, standing up. "However we must skip the introductions, for now we must get this mutant safe."
Justin nodded and soon Wolverine, Jean, Kitty, Kurt, and Ashton, and himself were climbing into the X-Van. They placed Mikora's body on the back seat and were soon driving toward home.
'Hang in there, kiddo,' Wolverine thought, 'Yer gonna be okay.'
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The soldiers groaned as they watched their target get away. The leader couldn't believe this. He and his best men were defeated... by Mikora and the X-men! He did not know that they would be in this area, and paid highly for this.
"Damn it!" he cursed to himself, "The Mutant X Factor cannot afford this kind of damage! We need her BACK."
Another unit had been dispatched, but they were far too late; Mikora was gone, and she was in safe hands. Also, Wolfman had failed with the new enhancements. They might have to punish him. Maybe. This was the first time he'd messed up in a long time.
"Steve Drago*!" He yelled. The boy appeared before him.
"Yes?" he asked, blood still spewing from his pale face. It now almost completely covered his left eye, which he had kept closed. He could feel a slight tinge of red grow on his face.
"You... You....." The leader's rage was apparent, and the wolfish mutant knew he messed up -- badly.
"I didn't say it would be easy!" he yelled back before the man could say anything. His pride hurt more than his bleeding head. He felt embarrassment burn through his pale face. How dare she! Mikora would not escape him a second time, and the Xmen would not interfere again....
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Mikora was quickly placed in the medical infirmity. She was hooked into monitors of all sorts, had a needle in her left hand, and was heavily bandaged, mainly on her waist, right side, right arm in three separate places (hand, elbow, and shoulder), and lower legs. A majority of her muscles had been torn especially the ones in her legs from running too much. Her health signs were normal, but she was in terrible condition. She had lost a lot of blood, was extremely tired and lacked nutrition. If the X-men took more time than they did, she might have died.
While Mikora lay unconscious and unmoving in her medical bed, the older Xmen as well as the elder ones that had rescued her - meaning Jean, Justin, Summers, McCoy, Ororo Munroe a.k.a. Storm, and Logan - were in the Professor's office several hours later discussing the situation. Kitty and Kurt were absent in the meeting. Ashton had been checked by McCoy and was in fact fine -- just a bit tired from morphing so many times, especially the new morph -- an owl. She wished to be in the meeting even though she should have been sleeping. The shapeshifter was new here, and a few serious doses of life in New York would be good for her.
"I did not realize that the situation would be so grave," Professor Xavier said seriously, putting his fingers together in symbolism of deep thought, "I regret not sending the other mutants to help you, Jean. You could have all perished -- "
"Professor, it is alright," Ashton cried, "We made it back in one piece, right?"
The professor sighed again. Ashton was less mentally developed than a majority of the students and failed to take some situations solemnity. She still had a childish mind, but was over all a good person. He only wished that she could understand the seriousness and the danger he could have put them all through.
"Ashton, that is not the case. Had I sent Scott, Hank, and Iceman out, you all might have been in less trouble."
Ashton was about to protest again, but was silenced by a severe look from Logan. She made a small squeak and did not say another word.
"Well, it is good to know that you are truly concerned for your students, Mr. Xavier -- " Justin began.
"Please, call me Charles. No need to be formal."
"Alright, if you insist, Charles. However, we have several problems on hand, and we cannot linger too long upon any of them. One of these is the mutant-gene stopping liquid inside the darts that were shot at your people."
"I agree," Jean responded, "We need to do some research. I believe Hank has already done so."
Beast nodded toward Jean before speaking.
"I believe that there was some sort of chemical inside the fluid that makes the mutant gene to stop working for only an hour or so," he began, "However, this puzzles me... If the faction that Mikora was from has these kinds of darts, and could have captured her and other mutants with this kind of weapon ... How many did they capture? Did they use this liquid? And also.... If they were able to do this, could they also lengthen that hour to the rest of the mutant's lives?"
His questionis shocked the room to silence. Justin was the only one who was unusually calm. However, one could tell through his eyes that he was extremley troubled. What could this mean?
"Then that could mean...." Logan muttered.
"No mutant powers..." Scott said softly.
"A remedy...? A cure...?" Ororo Munroe asked.
"Yes and no," McCoy replied solemnly, "I do not believe that this could actually stop the mutant gene, but only repress it further. In the end, if the liquid wears off, or if the gene cannot be repressed any longer, the repressed powers may erupt ..."
He trailed off and let it hang in the air. The room stood silent. No powers... but at a terrible price. Was this what they had bribed Mikora with?
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Meanwhile, Mikora was stirring in the medical room. In her mind she was experiencing some of her most terrible memories.
"No... not again..." she whispered, twitching slightly. The nightmares had begun.
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*A/N: NO I did NOT base Steve Drago aka Wolfman upon Draco Malfoy of Harry Potter. (What were you thinking?!) In fact I created him BEFORE I read ANY of the Harry Potter books (which was around the same time I created Mikora). Drago is short for Dragon. Yes I am obsessed with dragons! But not Wolfman. Wolfman is a bastard that deserves to be shot. ^_^ (and as I think about it... so does Malfoy. -_-')
Finally! RainFall parts are DONE! *praises the sun* :) Next chapter will reveal some of Mikora's past.... *3v4il 5mil3* (evail smile)
Review? Please?
Go read Ashley's stories!
By: AngelAkuma
A/N: Arrggg this is so frustrating! I have to change the telepathic messages from speech to {speech} because for some reason it just appears as . Sorry if this was causing trouble.
Disclaimer = I think I've come to the point where the disclaimer is pointless and that the fact I don't own or create Marvel or Xmen is a *tad* obvious....
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--{Chapter 3: Rain Fall; Part 3}--
Two of the men turned toward the newcomer. He was a Korean, about 21 years of age and was wearing a black raincoat, midnight blue pants, a somewhat wet navy backpack over his shoulder, and had a red and blue umbrella over his head. The young man had a weak body and didn't seem much of a fighter. He also had dirty blond hair, light brown eyes, light skin, and a good-natured look about him. He smiled at them with a strange brightness in his cheery eyes.
"May I inquire of your actions?" he repeated good naturally.
"What are you doing here?" one of the men demanded as he walked forward, his gun pointed downward, "This area is strictly -- "
"He's a mutant too!" The leader yelled, interrupting and surprising his colleague. His hand-held mutant detector had begun flashing red. His face glowed with fresh anger toward the newcomer.
"Seize him!"
The young man merely stood there as two men rushed at him. In the blink of an eye, the two men suddenly stopped in mid-air; their bodies had frozen, their arms were at a stand-still, and their feet did not propel them forward toward their target.
"I... can't move!" one of them struggled to say.
"Of course not," he smiled. The other men automatically whipped out their mutant-gene stopping darts, and prepared to fire it at him. However, they were not given a chance when Wolverine came from apparently no where. The guns were shattered and torn onto the pavement. Within a matter of seconds, the stranger and Wolverine had subdued the last of the soldiers. Ashton was released and she groaned at her injuries. She screwed one eye shut and the Korean helped supported her as the trio walked calmly away from the cowering soldiers.
"Please do not interfere or struggle," the Korean said as he looked back, "It would be harder for both of us."
With that he turned back and walked toward the Xmen. Mikora's body was lying on the ground, her face still tense from battle. She was still bleeding heavily. Wolverine had already gone ahead and was calling to Jean.
"Jean!" Wolverine shouted. He bent down and lifted Mikora up and looked her over, examining her wounds.
"We have to go back!" he said tensely. The girl wasn't in a good condition and she already had lost a lot of blood. Justin calmly walked nearer to the others with a bleeding Ashton on his shoulder. He could easily support her with his telekinesis, though his weak body didn't seem to agree to her additional weight.
"Who are you?" Ashton asked feebly. She was struggling to keep awake; the soldiers had earlier injected something into her, which made her feel sleepy. She coughed up blood and instantly moved away from Justin as to not get it on him. She'd bitten her own tongue just to stay awake.
"Take it easy. My name is Justin Kim. I was looking for the Xavier Institute and I became lost. I remembered being invited by your professor and tried to trace him by scanning the area of telepaths." he explained quickly, "The only telepath, however, I found was you." he added, turning to Jean.
"I see," Jean said, standing up. "However we must skip the introductions, for now we must get this mutant safe."
Justin nodded and soon Wolverine, Jean, Kitty, Kurt, and Ashton, and himself were climbing into the X-Van. They placed Mikora's body on the back seat and were soon driving toward home.
'Hang in there, kiddo,' Wolverine thought, 'Yer gonna be okay.'
~~
The soldiers groaned as they watched their target get away. The leader couldn't believe this. He and his best men were defeated... by Mikora and the X-men! He did not know that they would be in this area, and paid highly for this.
"Damn it!" he cursed to himself, "The Mutant X Factor cannot afford this kind of damage! We need her BACK."
Another unit had been dispatched, but they were far too late; Mikora was gone, and she was in safe hands. Also, Wolfman had failed with the new enhancements. They might have to punish him. Maybe. This was the first time he'd messed up in a long time.
"Steve Drago*!" He yelled. The boy appeared before him.
"Yes?" he asked, blood still spewing from his pale face. It now almost completely covered his left eye, which he had kept closed. He could feel a slight tinge of red grow on his face.
"You... You....." The leader's rage was apparent, and the wolfish mutant knew he messed up -- badly.
"I didn't say it would be easy!" he yelled back before the man could say anything. His pride hurt more than his bleeding head. He felt embarrassment burn through his pale face. How dare she! Mikora would not escape him a second time, and the Xmen would not interfere again....
~~
Mikora was quickly placed in the medical infirmity. She was hooked into monitors of all sorts, had a needle in her left hand, and was heavily bandaged, mainly on her waist, right side, right arm in three separate places (hand, elbow, and shoulder), and lower legs. A majority of her muscles had been torn especially the ones in her legs from running too much. Her health signs were normal, but she was in terrible condition. She had lost a lot of blood, was extremely tired and lacked nutrition. If the X-men took more time than they did, she might have died.
While Mikora lay unconscious and unmoving in her medical bed, the older Xmen as well as the elder ones that had rescued her - meaning Jean, Justin, Summers, McCoy, Ororo Munroe a.k.a. Storm, and Logan - were in the Professor's office several hours later discussing the situation. Kitty and Kurt were absent in the meeting. Ashton had been checked by McCoy and was in fact fine -- just a bit tired from morphing so many times, especially the new morph -- an owl. She wished to be in the meeting even though she should have been sleeping. The shapeshifter was new here, and a few serious doses of life in New York would be good for her.
"I did not realize that the situation would be so grave," Professor Xavier said seriously, putting his fingers together in symbolism of deep thought, "I regret not sending the other mutants to help you, Jean. You could have all perished -- "
"Professor, it is alright," Ashton cried, "We made it back in one piece, right?"
The professor sighed again. Ashton was less mentally developed than a majority of the students and failed to take some situations solemnity. She still had a childish mind, but was over all a good person. He only wished that she could understand the seriousness and the danger he could have put them all through.
"Ashton, that is not the case. Had I sent Scott, Hank, and Iceman out, you all might have been in less trouble."
Ashton was about to protest again, but was silenced by a severe look from Logan. She made a small squeak and did not say another word.
"Well, it is good to know that you are truly concerned for your students, Mr. Xavier -- " Justin began.
"Please, call me Charles. No need to be formal."
"Alright, if you insist, Charles. However, we have several problems on hand, and we cannot linger too long upon any of them. One of these is the mutant-gene stopping liquid inside the darts that were shot at your people."
"I agree," Jean responded, "We need to do some research. I believe Hank has already done so."
Beast nodded toward Jean before speaking.
"I believe that there was some sort of chemical inside the fluid that makes the mutant gene to stop working for only an hour or so," he began, "However, this puzzles me... If the faction that Mikora was from has these kinds of darts, and could have captured her and other mutants with this kind of weapon ... How many did they capture? Did they use this liquid? And also.... If they were able to do this, could they also lengthen that hour to the rest of the mutant's lives?"
His questionis shocked the room to silence. Justin was the only one who was unusually calm. However, one could tell through his eyes that he was extremley troubled. What could this mean?
"Then that could mean...." Logan muttered.
"No mutant powers..." Scott said softly.
"A remedy...? A cure...?" Ororo Munroe asked.
"Yes and no," McCoy replied solemnly, "I do not believe that this could actually stop the mutant gene, but only repress it further. In the end, if the liquid wears off, or if the gene cannot be repressed any longer, the repressed powers may erupt ..."
He trailed off and let it hang in the air. The room stood silent. No powers... but at a terrible price. Was this what they had bribed Mikora with?
~~
Meanwhile, Mikora was stirring in the medical room. In her mind she was experiencing some of her most terrible memories.
"No... not again..." she whispered, twitching slightly. The nightmares had begun.
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*A/N: NO I did NOT base Steve Drago aka Wolfman upon Draco Malfoy of Harry Potter. (What were you thinking?!) In fact I created him BEFORE I read ANY of the Harry Potter books (which was around the same time I created Mikora). Drago is short for Dragon. Yes I am obsessed with dragons! But not Wolfman. Wolfman is a bastard that deserves to be shot. ^_^ (and as I think about it... so does Malfoy. -_-')
Finally! RainFall parts are DONE! *praises the sun* :) Next chapter will reveal some of Mikora's past.... *3v4il 5mil3* (evail smile)
Review? Please?
Go read Ashley's stories!