Destiny
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And now for the story…
Hello, my name is Ororo Munroe, but I have recently
started calling myself Storm, so you may call me that if you wish. The others have asked that I tell this part
of our story. This part starts when we
arrive at Kurt's Warehouse.
As soon as the large doors had closed behind us,
Kurt, or Nightcrawler, if you wish, appeared in front of us in a cloud of
reddish/purplish smoke that smelled strongly of sulfur and brimstone. Logan sneezed.
"Gesundheit." Kurt said to him. "Raiden told me you would be coming."
"How?" Asked Chamber. "We didn't know ourselves."
"Must be one of those god things." Jubilee said.
"It is indeed." Raiden said suddenly from behind us. I jumped, and Angelo said,
"Jeez. Way
to stunt a guy's growth."
Raiden ignored Skin's comment and said,
"The evil god I told you about is coming to earth in
three days."
"So?" Jubilee asked.
"If it is allowed to come here, it will destroy this
world. The power it wields is
immense. The physical and psychic
strain on this dimension will destroy it."
"How can we fight something that powerful?" Scott asked.
"You can't." Raiden looked Scott right in the glasses. "Not here. But, if you
can fight it in Outworld, where it comes from and has no power, you should be
able to kill it."
"Why can't you fight it?" Logan asked.
"It is forbidden for me to use my power in that
way."
"Yer a god. No one tells a god what ta do." Logan stepped menacingly towards
Raiden. "I think yer afraid of it. That's why ya won't fight."
Raiden's eyes flashed. "Not won't. Can't. I am a lesser god. The Elder Gods told me I could not fight for you or with
you. I cannot fight it. But you can. It is your destiny to save the world from it."
No one said anything for a while. Then I asked, "How are we supposed to get to
the dimension it comes from?"
Raiden glanced at me. "In three days the portal will
open. You have to get through it before
the demon has a chance to come out. That is all I can tell you for now. I will return." He disappeared
in a flash of Lightning. I stood
transfixed as I watched the bolts of Lightning everywhere. I wondered briefly if I could learn to do
that.
"Well, ain't dat da bomb." Gambit said. "We never
really fought nuttin' befo', an' now we gotta take out a big all-powerful
demon! T'ain't gonna happen!"
"If Raiden believes we can kill it, I know we
can." I said.
"How, Storm? How can you know that?" Nightcrawler asked.
"Faith." I
said simply, and then turned away to be alone with my thoughts. Eventually I heard Synch say,
"I don't get it. Yesterday we were a bunch of normal High School kids with normal lives
and everything. Sure, we were mutants,
but we were still normal. And now we
are expected to be able to save the world."
"I don't see how he can expect us to do this." Skin said. "What if we die? There is a
chance that we could die!"
"Yes, there is." Monet said in that ever-calm way
she had. "But Raiden has told us that
this is our destiny. We have no
choice. We have to do this."
"Monet is right." Scott said. "Raiden did say we
have no choice. We still have a chance
of dieing. Hopefully Raiden will be
able to protect us from whatever we might find in Outworld, I think he called
it. But I wouldn't count on it. We have to learn how to use our powers to
fight, so we have at least a snowball's chance in hell."
"How?" Chamber asked. "Go out and find a bunch of bloody FoH people and attack
them? That wouldn't go over well."
"No, you're right, it wouldn't." Scott admitted. He snapped his fingers. "I've got it! Those vampires Raiden sent to us. I wonder if we could find some of those?"
"I didn't even know Salem Center had vampires." Paige said. "They could have come from anywhere."
"Yeah. You're right. Anyone have any
other ideas?" Scott asked.
"We can learn how to use our powers in here." Kurt
said. "There's all kinds of things to
use for target practice, and I learned a bunch of acrobatics stuff when I was
in the circus that I could teach every one."
"Yeah!" Psylocke said. "And Logan and I
are in Kung Fu. We could teach everyone
that stuff too!"
"How can we learn enough to help us in three days?"
Monet asked.
"We have to try." Scott said. "Alright. When we are in Outworld, we are going to go
in three teams, seeing as how there are 15 of us, and all that. We should split up into the teams now, so we
can learn how we all think and act together. I'll head one team, Storm, you take the second team, and Husk, you get
the third team. I'll let you pick your
own teammates.
So we started picking. When the dust cleared, Scott ended up with Phoenix, Iceman,
Monet, and Beast; Husk got Chamber, Synch, Gambit and Nightcrawler; and I got
Psylocke, Wolverine, Jubilee, and Skin. I took my team off into the corner to converse with them.
"So, let me see." I said. "We have two energy
casters, that's Jubilation and myself…"
"Please call me Jubilee." She interrupted.
"Alright. Jubilee." I continued. "Two mainly physically powered people,
Wolverine and Skin, and a Telepath, Psylocke."
"Maybe we should start out by getting to know the
full extent of what we can do with our powers." Psylocke suggested. "It
will help to know what we can all do."
"I agree." I said. "I'll go first."
I spread my arms and reached out to the air, telling
it to move. A breeze started inside the
building. I reached out some more,
telling it to move faster. The wind
picked up speed and started turning into a mini tornado, then into a real
tornado. I suddenly realized that my
friends, both in my team and otherwise, were being blown away, and clinging to
things in hopes of not being blown away.
"Storm!" Logan shouted over the howling wind. "We get the picture!"
I released the wind, and the tornado dwindled away
until it was just a slight breeze, and then gone.
"Do you require any more demonstrations of my
power?" I asked my teammates when they
had righted themselves.
"No, I think that's good." Angelo said.
"You can control everything in weather?" Jubilee asked.
"Yes. The
only problem I have is in making it warmer, because that mostly comes from the
sun. But everything else is under my
control."
"Cool." Angelo said. "Now it's my turn. But it
won't be as spectacular as Storm's demo." That said, he gestured dramatically to the balcony of the second
level. As he flung his arm out, a
tendril of flesh went out with it, and wrapped itself around the railing. Then, to my surprise, he swung himself up
onto the balcony, using only the rope of flesh.
"Whoa." Jubilee said. "That's pretty cool."
"Darn right." Angelo said from the second
level. He looked up to the ceiling, and
flung another flesh rope up to the rafters. Then he swung back down to us, doing his best imitation of a Tarzan
yell.
"That is one great power, man." Jubilee said.
"Yup." He said. "Only sometimes it's a little hard to control."
"How can skin be hard to control?" Psylocke asked.
"It grows too fast. I got too much, and it doesn't like to stay attached to me. That's how it's hard to control. What about you, Betts? What do you do?"
"I'm a telepath. I read people's thoughts."
"Don't read mine, Chica"
"Wouldn't dream of it. I also make psychic knives." A purple lightning bolt type thing appeared in both hand. "If I stab you in the head with one of these
things, it will shut down your brain for a while. Not fun, from what I understand." The purple lightning bolts disappeared. "Jubilee, what do you do?"
"This." She said. She put the visor that was on her forehead over her eyes, and raised her
arms to point at a broken lamp hanging from the ceiling. Suddenly, bright streams of light came out
of her palms, and destroyed what was left of the lamp. She turned back to us, and raised her hands
over her head. Fireworks exploded in
the air over her head. "The only
problem is, sometimes my power shorts out electronic things, so I have to be
careful around toasters and TVs." She
said as she lowered her hands. "Wolverine, what about you?"
"I got these." He said, and "SNIKT", three metal
knives extended out of each hand, from the knuckles. "These are my claws."
"That's what I'd call them." Angelo said. "How'd you get metal?"
"I don't have a clue. It happened about a year ago. I woke up one day in the middle of a field, with no memory of my life."
"Oh, my." I
said. The others echoed my sentiments.
"Yeah. I
wandered a bit, and I found my way to Salem Center. A pair of losers found me and let me live with 'em. All I know is that my name is Logan. I don' know my last name or anythin'. I don' even know if I got a last name or
anythin'. The losers put me in school,
but other than that, they don' care if I'm there or not. I've been considering leavin' 'em fer a
while now."
"That's terrible." I said.
"Yeah, but what'cha gonna do?" He shrugged, and
retracted his claws.
"So, everyone showed off their power?" Jubilee said.
"Yeah." Angelo looked at his watch. "Dios! I gotta go! My mom expected me home an hour ago! See ya, everyone! Adios!" He yelled as he
ran out of the Warehouse.
Well, that ends my part of our story. I shall now leave you to the capable
storytelling hands of my friend Paige Guthrie. Good-bye, everyone. Storm out.
