Disclaimer: Do I own any of the characters aside from the ones that I create...no I don't. I don't own the Evolution X-men Team. I don't own the Brotherhood. I don't own the show. I think Warner Brothers owns it in conjunction with Marvel Comics. So don't sue me you bloodsucking Jackal lawyers.
Summary: The Shadow Falls
A/N: Here it is the entrance of Shadowgurl. Please review, scream at me, flame me. Come on do your worst. Seriously if there's something you wanna say then say it. I crave validation so PLEASE review.
Title: Shadows
Chapter Two: The Shadow Falls
Thoughts
The Next Day...
Ciara Campbell stood at the door of her locker with her head resting gently against it, the cool metal made her feel better... at least a little but surely not enough. Her hea had been pounding all day since that morning and it wasn't getting better. If it got too much worse she'd actually be forced to go to the school infirmary.
Yeah this is the one Mystique told me to watch
Ciara shook her head and her hair flew in every direction, a brown blur
in front of her eyes. It had sounded like that jerk Pietro was standing right next to her. As she turned toward the rest of the hallway her head throbbed, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again Pietro was there across the hallway apparently leaning against the set of lockers on the other side. He hadn't been standing next to her, but then how had she heard him? This was way too confusing for her.
By now Lance and Mystique should be with the other Ciaras
Ciara could not believe what was going through her mind. For some reason her thoughts were not in her own mental voice, but were instead in Pietro's annoying one. It was really freaking her out to the point where she was actually considering getting therapy or having herself committed. Why in the name of the Goddess was I thinking in Pietro's voice
The bell rang signaling the change of classes for the third period. Immediately the hallway was flooded with students wishing to socialize, get books from their lockers, and a host of other thing that Bayville students engaged in between classes including the occasional pair of teens more interested in exploring the other's tonsils. Students were pushing against one another and it was a virtual traffic jam in the hallway from wall of lockers to wall of lockers. it didn't help Ciara's head that she was pushed against her locker head first by some irreverent youth. That was not one of her immediate concerns however... She could hear a multitude of new voices, some were familiar while others were not.
I can't believe I have a math test next period I didn't stu... Why can't I just go home I know all this...I don't feel so goo... That movie 'Evolution' looks funny I think I'll ask Natalie to...
All of the voices were melding together into a miasmia of thoughts, sounds, and feelings that were all trying desperately to claw their individual and collective ways into Ciara's mind regardless of her own thoughts which wished to remain entreched within the foreground of her mind.
Ciara's own mind felt as if all at the same time it was being ripped to tattered shreds and pulled forcebly from her head and trodden on. The pain was more than incredible, more than intense. Along with all of the pain Ciara could feel every shove in the hallway, the anger at every moment of inappropriate contact, the pleasure of the tonsil hockey participants, and generally speaking the emotions and thoughts of every one within her line of sight.
A blood curdling scream of unimaginable magnitude, so much so that even Ciara wondered at the origin of such an unearthly sound, was issued forth through the hallway by Ciara before she slumped to her knees in front of her locker. The hallway that had been so full of life and noise stood in eerie silence as everyone looked in the direction of the now semi-constant sobbing. Ciara was so filled with stimualtion from each and every physical form of sensation in addition to thoughts and emotional feelings that she could only remotely take note of the fact that she had been lifted into someone's arm and was being carried off. To where she did not know. By whom she did not have the capability to discern.
To Be Continued...
A/N: I hope to write Chapter Three so that it will be somewhat longer than my first two chapters combined.
Chapter Three Will be uploaded as soon as I have a total of 10 (TEN) Chapter Two marked reviews. Someone has been watching. Someone will be watching....
Summary: The Shadow Falls
A/N: Here it is the entrance of Shadowgurl. Please review, scream at me, flame me. Come on do your worst. Seriously if there's something you wanna say then say it. I crave validation so PLEASE review.
Title: Shadows
Chapter Two: The Shadow Falls
Thoughts
The Next Day...
Ciara Campbell stood at the door of her locker with her head resting gently against it, the cool metal made her feel better... at least a little but surely not enough. Her hea had been pounding all day since that morning and it wasn't getting better. If it got too much worse she'd actually be forced to go to the school infirmary.
Yeah this is the one Mystique told me to watch
Ciara shook her head and her hair flew in every direction, a brown blur
in front of her eyes. It had sounded like that jerk Pietro was standing right next to her. As she turned toward the rest of the hallway her head throbbed, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again Pietro was there across the hallway apparently leaning against the set of lockers on the other side. He hadn't been standing next to her, but then how had she heard him? This was way too confusing for her.
By now Lance and Mystique should be with the other Ciaras
Ciara could not believe what was going through her mind. For some reason her thoughts were not in her own mental voice, but were instead in Pietro's annoying one. It was really freaking her out to the point where she was actually considering getting therapy or having herself committed. Why in the name of the Goddess was I thinking in Pietro's voice
The bell rang signaling the change of classes for the third period. Immediately the hallway was flooded with students wishing to socialize, get books from their lockers, and a host of other thing that Bayville students engaged in between classes including the occasional pair of teens more interested in exploring the other's tonsils. Students were pushing against one another and it was a virtual traffic jam in the hallway from wall of lockers to wall of lockers. it didn't help Ciara's head that she was pushed against her locker head first by some irreverent youth. That was not one of her immediate concerns however... She could hear a multitude of new voices, some were familiar while others were not.
I can't believe I have a math test next period I didn't stu... Why can't I just go home I know all this...I don't feel so goo... That movie 'Evolution' looks funny I think I'll ask Natalie to...
All of the voices were melding together into a miasmia of thoughts, sounds, and feelings that were all trying desperately to claw their individual and collective ways into Ciara's mind regardless of her own thoughts which wished to remain entreched within the foreground of her mind.
Ciara's own mind felt as if all at the same time it was being ripped to tattered shreds and pulled forcebly from her head and trodden on. The pain was more than incredible, more than intense. Along with all of the pain Ciara could feel every shove in the hallway, the anger at every moment of inappropriate contact, the pleasure of the tonsil hockey participants, and generally speaking the emotions and thoughts of every one within her line of sight.
A blood curdling scream of unimaginable magnitude, so much so that even Ciara wondered at the origin of such an unearthly sound, was issued forth through the hallway by Ciara before she slumped to her knees in front of her locker. The hallway that had been so full of life and noise stood in eerie silence as everyone looked in the direction of the now semi-constant sobbing. Ciara was so filled with stimualtion from each and every physical form of sensation in addition to thoughts and emotional feelings that she could only remotely take note of the fact that she had been lifted into someone's arm and was being carried off. To where she did not know. By whom she did not have the capability to discern.
To Be Continued...
A/N: I hope to write Chapter Three so that it will be somewhat longer than my first two chapters combined.
Chapter Three Will be uploaded as soon as I have a total of 10 (TEN) Chapter Two marked reviews. Someone has been watching. Someone will be watching....