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Author's Note: This is my FIRST fanfic ever. Please R&R I want to know whether I should keep at this or not.
Title: Proof is the Protector
Rating: G
Category: General
{Thoughts}
German
8:47 p.m. Tuesday-- Xavier's School for the Gifted-Charles Xavier's Office
"Mutant Signature Detected. Unknown Designation. Warning! Anomaly Detected." chimed Cerebro in its usual fashion as the chamber within the wall of Charles Xavier's Office revealed itself.
The notorious Professor X seemed more alarmed than intrigued this time, as his computer alerted him to the latest in a series of mutant emergences. Never had there been a recordable anomaly in the detection process to such a degree that cerebro would detect it.
{What could possibly create such an occurrence?}
"Cerebro, define anomaly classification and narrow the target description"
Cerebro's video screen hummed to life and the rough outline of a young man appeared a white outline on a light blue background.
"The anomaly is of unknown origin-Location: Bayeville High School. The mutant detected is male - approximately 16 years in age. No further information is available."
The professor tapped his com-link.
{It might be best if this young man were approached by the less threatening members of the team. Logan is out. Hmmm…}
"Jean, Kitty, Kurt, Scott we have an unidentifiable mutant young man at the Bayville High School. I want you all to check it out. Civilian dress will most definitely be appropriate."
Scott: "What's the objective professor?"
"The objective is the young man. Now, while we know that he is approximately 16 years old there is no further information available on his powers, appearance, or any of the like, so stay in contact with each other. It's late so there should not be anyone else present at the school, however should you be confronted attempt to leave the situation be …. without violence."
Kitty: "Hey, Professor could you like vague that up a bit for us? What do you want with this guy?"
"Let us merely say that I wish as much to understand this young man as much as I wish to keep him from straying down the dark path along with mystique and the others"
Scott: " Okay that's good enough for me. Everybody meet at the van. We leave in 10 minutes. Everybody got that?"
Kurt: "Ja, I vill be zhere"
Jean: "Yeah Scott, I'll be there in a sec"
Kitty: "Oh all right but this guy better be nicer than blob."
Elsewhere 8:52 p.m. Tuesday - Bayeville High School Cafeteria
[Bamf]
"I wonder if this is the right place, or rather… oh man I am not even going to utter that cliché. I hope I'm not too late." said an amazingly royal blue young man or the young man's head sticking out from nowhere 8 ft in the air.
Cristof stepped slowly out of the semi-transparent shimmering elipse in the air and fell into the previous day's meatloaf castaways. Looking down at the mass of red meaty slop poorly contained by a white trash bag. While an incredibly soft landing, thoroughly made Cristof want to puke.
[bamf]
An aire of coal-fire filled the air as the youth teleported himself and his clothing out of the mess that coated both his body and his clothes. The mutant youth took in his surroundings briefly.
The cafeteria seemed strangely serene after the food fight that had occurred earlier in the day, where a rather rotund Mr. Dukes had relieved some excess rage in a violent display of his uncanny strength. Aside from the large collection of trash bags filled with the massive quantities of meat and other foodstuffs that had been chucked in anger, and a few tables that were gone for repairs the room was in relatively good shape.
Cristof looked down at himself. White cotton shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers (black). These articles of clothing were contrasted against his blue skin and dark blue fur. His eyes glowed a soft ice blue behind his glasses.
{This will not do at all}
Cristof activated the somewhat worn watch on his wrist. The small iris on the inside edge of the wristwatch opened and light poured over Cristof's form obscured by the light for a moment. When he appeared into view again he was remarkably "normal" in appearance -brown hair, blue eyes (no glowing), and Caucasian in ethnic appearance. His teeth however had not changed, his canines still had quite sharp points upon them.
{Damn this piece of shit! Guess it can't change everything anymore.}
A flash of light and a puff of smoke outside the cafeteria window in the school parking lot drew Cristof's attention back to his purpose. A van appeared amidst the light that had illuminated the parking lot so briefly, and one by one four individuals got out of it, two teenage girls, one with brown hair and one with red, and two teenage guys, one with black hair and one with brown.
The youth group headed straight for the cafeteria double doors that lead out to the parking lot.
{This is the right place, but am I in time to stop them?}
To be continued……