Hey everyone! I'd like to thank the 4 people that reviewed my story (that wasn't disappointment or me being a little upset, not at all) I know, I know, I said that reviews basically don't have an impact on how I write my stories, which is true…to a point. Every author, myself included, wants to work on things that are keeping readers happy. If my other story(s) are interesting people more, well, yeah I'm gonna work a little harder and a little faster…on them. I like this story, and no matter what, am going to finish it, not in like 2 years, because I can't stand dragging things out for that long, but in a matter of weeks, but still, I really need something, criticism, support, flames, anything I'm totally open to it. I need to know what everyone likes and hates, throw me a bone here people =) lol ( I hate being miss serious, but I really need to know whether anyone (besides the four people who reviewed, who are now my favorite people in the world and I thank them ten billion times =) )is likeing, hating or even reading my story. ) Anyway, on with the show. Again, PULLLEEEEAAASSSEEE R/R it REALLY means the world to me. Oh and this fic is sooooo totally not going to be about my character, I needed to build a background and everything, but, besides what Taylor does to the X-Men, he will not be mentioned constantly.
Disclaimer: I own Taylor, only him, nothing else, no point in suing
Taylor sat in the bushes by the Xavier Institute, lying in wait for his test subjects to return from school. It had been yesterday that he received the assignment from Mystique and he was anxious to complete it. He had skipped out on the last period, thanks to his wonderful ability to make people think he was still there. His powers were growing, he could feel it. He had an intense workout and training session the day before and that had significantly raised the level on which he could control people. Before his powers were, well, not that powerful. He could barely control people, it was hard to make them complete even the simplest tasks. Now, with the controlling techniques Mystique had taught him, he felt…stronger. Just that afternoon, he had taken control over Lance and nearly had him sticking his head in a large bowl of jello…nearly. Lance, needless to say, was not happy. Taylor knew he would be sore for a week, for Lance had been in the process of beating the shit outta him before Taylor was able to regain control of Lances mind, giving him the chance to run.
He heard a car approaching and crouched down lower in the bushes. He listened to verify that it was his targets that had just arrived and peeked his head out from its cover to get a better look.
"Yeah, like totally, I cannot believe that anyone could want jello that much. Did you see the look on his face when he was like 2 inches from washing his face with it…It was priceless! I have never seen anything so funny in my life!" Kitty was laughing hysterically, causing Taylor to muffle a laugh as he recalled the events that happened during lunch.
"Ya, and did ya see wha' happened after tha'? Lance went after that new kid, did ya see how he ran? Now that was funny!" Rogue laughed, causing Kitty to laugh and they both fell down, clutching their sides. Taylor clenched his jaw. She, the one with the streak of white hair, would be his first victim.
"Oh my God Rogue! You are so, like evil!" Kitty exclaimed, still on the ground, "I gotta go to the bathroom, before I pee my pants!" Kitty ran, in a quite amusing fashion into the institute, but Rogue remained on the ground. She had ceased laughing, but was staring up at the clouds.
Taylor saw this as his chance. He focused his mind, all of it, on Rogue. She blinked profusely, but remained in control of her own mind. Taylor tried again, focusing even harder. This time he succeeded. She got up and started walking towards the street. She followed the driveway to the gate, opened it and walked out. She made her way to the street, busy with commuters, for it was rush hour. She continued walking, right out into the traffic. It was a miracle she was not hit straight away. She stopped in the middle of one of the lanes and waited. A semi-truck came barreling down with the objective of hitting Rogue, for it was much to large and coming much too fast to avoid her. Rogue just stood there, not in control of her own mind, not comprehending what was about to happen.
The truck driver honked its horn in a desperate attempt to get the girl to get out of his way. Unfortunatly, Taylor's hold was too strong to be disrupted by a simple car honk. Rogue's mind was in no condition to determine the best way to protect her.
But Logan's was. Thanks to his lightning quick abilities, he was able to tackle Rogue out of the way and onto the side of the road seconds before the truck would have made her street pizza. That was enough to break Taylor's hold.
"Kid, are you alright?" Logan pushed himself off of Rogue helped her up.
"Yeah, ah think so…" Rogue answered a confused look on her face.
"Good…What the hell where you doing?!" Logan turned the girl to face him, quite roughly, not willing to accept what the obvious implication.
"Ah…ah don't know," Rogue answered honestly, for she really had no clue why she was on the side of the road, or, really, what Logan was talking about.
"Come on, lets go see the Professor," Logan guided her across when the traffic broke, as if to prevent her from flinging herself in front of the next on-coming car.
Taylor watched Rogue being led into the Institute by a surly looking man. He was furious that his mind control had been interfered with, but ecstatic that it had held for such a long time. He vowed to return, once his strength had returned. He watched the pair enter the institute before turning leaving to report to Mystique.