Sorry this chapter took so long. I was banned from computer usage due to certain academic difficulties. Well, here chapter 4. Enjoy.
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X-men- The Movie
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The large classroom was flooded with warm, winter sunlight. Storm stood in front of the students, lecturing on the science of weather; a subject she was quite acquainted with.
Mortimer sat towards the back of the room, listening to Storm lecture, feeling embarrassed when he couldn't understand most of the concepts. This was all so new to him. He'd never been in a classroom before. He could barely read and write. The doctor lady, Jean Grey, had tested him and pronounced him dyslexic.
They had given him new clothes when he arrived. He had chosen the darkest and baggiest ones. He couldn't shake the habit of needing to cover up, to hide. Even though the people around him were mutants as well.
Mortimer slouched down a little in his seat, eyes darting around nervously. He wasn't used to being around this many people. Briefly, he wondered how Logan was doing. Dr. Grey had told him that Logan would be fine, but he was still concerned. He owed Logan his life.
The guy next to him leaned over and whispered, "Dude, you okay?" Mortimer cocked his head, confused. "What?" The guy grinned. "You looked kinda spaced-out." "Oh. Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." The teen nodded and offered his hand. "Hey, I'm Bobby." Hesitantly, Mortimer shook with him. He noticed Bobby's hand was very cold. "Mortimer."
Bobby's grin never faded. "Welcome to Mutant High." Mortimer gave a small smile in return. A small flame caught his attention. The boy in front of him was holding a lighter over his hand. As Mortimer watched, the guy moved the lighter away, but the flame remained. The small flame grew slowly until it was the size of a grapefruit. Next to him, Bobby rolled his eyes and mouthed, "Show off."
Bobby held out a hand. Mortimer stared, fascinated, as the fireball froze and fell to the ground, shattering into a hundred crystalline pieces. The guy jumped at the noise and turned to glare at Bobby. Storm whirled around. "John! Is there a problem?" John turned back to face her and shook his head. "No." Storm put her hands on her hips. "Don't let it happen again."
As she returned to the lesson, Bobby smirked and leaned back in his seat, satisfied. Mortimer smiled to himself.
He had a feeling he was going to like it here.
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Logan followed behind the Professor Xavier as the older man wheeled through the school's hallways. He wasn't sure why the Professor was spending time giving him the official tour, but to tell the truth, he didn't really care. Logan figured to be gone as soon as he got the chance.
Logan walked slowly, matching his pace with Xavier's wheelchair as it glided along the hardwood floor. Logan was just beginning to appreciate the sheer size of the mansion. Clearly there was some money behind this.
Logan shook his head, amazed, and focused his attention on the Professor. Xavier gestured to their surroundings. "As you can see, everything on this floor and above has been designed to be viewed by the general public. As far as they know, this is merely a school for 'gifted' students." The Professor gave a small smile.
Logan rolled his eyes. 'Yeah Chuck, I'm just lovin' the irony.' The Professor stopped in front of a panel in the wall. A hidden elevator slid open and they got inside.
"The lower levels, however, are an entirely different matter." The elevator doors opened to an area directly the opposite of the hallways and corridors above. Logan recognized the place he had run through earlier.
As they made their way through the stark, white passageway, Xavier resumed their rather one-sided conversation.
"These are the sub-basements. This is where we have our medical ward and laboratory. Come, I'll show you around." Professor Xavier glided towards the wide stainless steel doors at the end of the long corridor.
The doors slid open to reveal a massive hanger that was primarily devoted to a sleek, black jet like none Logan had ever seen.
The Professor turned to Logan and gestured towards the jet. "The Blackbird. It's equipped with the highest technology. Vertical takeoffs and landings. Instruments that allow it to fly in any weather."
Logan look curiously around the hanger. "Hidden entrance?" Xavier smiled. "Perfectly hidden." Logan shook his head in awe. "So why all this?" he asked, glancing over at the Professor. "Everyone here has abilities," Xavier said. "Powers. Curses, Until they can be controlled. All of us have hurt and been hurt. And none of us asked to be the way we are."
Logan followed Xavier as he took the elevator to another floor. He continued to explain the purpose of the many rooms and machines on the lower levels. Logan learned that Xavier's 'school' was mostly a front for the secret headquarters of people the Professor called 'the x-men'.
About an hour later, Logan and the Professor returned to the main floor. As they walked down one of the halls, Logan spotted Mortimer in one of the classrooms. He came to a halt and glanced at the Professor, who had stopped as well. He gestured towards Mortimer. "What's gonna happen to him?
Xavier sighed. "Mortimer has feared humans his entire life, and with good reason. Most students, once they've learned to control their mutation, rejoin the world at the end of their schooling, and go on to live a normal life. I fear that will never happen for Mortimer." The Professor fell silent, then cleared his throat. "Now, if you don't mind, Dr. Grey would like to examine you."
Logan nodded. He watched Mortimer for a moment longer, then followed the Professor down the hall.
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Senator Kelly shut off his cell phone and leaned back in the seat of the helicopter. The drone of the motors was barely recognizable in the spacious interior.
Kelly stared thoughtfully at the phone. The call with the President had gone exactly as he'd expected. He turned to see his aide staring expectantly at him. "Well? What was his opinion?"
Kelly shrugged a sipped his glass of scotch. "He's the President of the United States. He doesn't have an opinion. He smiles, he waves, he shakes hands." Gyrich raised his eyebrows. "Isn't that what you do, sir?"
Kelly shot Gyrich a dark look, then stared down into his scotch glass. "You know this situation, these mutants? People like this, Jean Grey. If it were up to me I'd lock them all away. It's a war. It's the reason people like me exist." He glanced out the window, then did a double take. They weren't supposed to be traveling over water. "Where are we?"
He turned back to Gyrich, only to freeze in horror. Sitting in his aide's place was a beautiful blue woman wearing a malicious grin. It took him a moment to register that he was facing a mutant. A mutant who had been posing as his aide.
"Pilot!" Kelly cried and jumped for the cockpit door. Before he even made it out of his seat, she slammed him back with a kick to the stomach, knocking him to the floor. She wrapped a strong hand around his throat, lifting him off the ground, and squeezed. He clawed desperately at her grip, struggling to breathe. "You know," she whispered, hate gleaming in her glowing yellow eyes, " 'people like you' were the reason I was afraid to go to school as a child." With those words, she threw to the floor and kicked him in the head. He was lost to unconsciousness almost immediately.
Mystique sneered at the Senator's limp form. She slunk into the cockpit and settled herself in the co-pilot's seat and settled the flying equipment over her head.
The pilot pulled of her helmet to reveal long auburn tresses with a single white streak. "Ya done so soon?" Rogue drawled, glancing towards the cabin.
Mystique didn't look at her. "He's an old man. It only took one kick to the head and he was out cold. "She replied. Rogue shook her head in mock sadness.
"And they say women are the ones who need self-defense classes."
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A/N: I have chosen not to make Logan attracted to Jean as in the movie. This is mainly because I strongly dislike Ms. Grey, and I don't think Logan's so inconsiderate as to try to steal someone else's girl. So, there.
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