THE NEW FACE OF EVOLUTION
PART 4
The night is my mother,
The night is my savior,
The night is my lover come to take me away.
In all my pain and misery,
Shunned and shoved aside,
I am a person.
I live,
I breath,
I feel,
Just like you.
Yet the night is all I have,
It loves me unconditionally,
And keeps me alive like elixir.
So come to me ,beloved,
And join me in my kingdom of darkness,
To be mine forever.
Later that day, Professor Charles managed the impossible: he got Ice away from Jubilee. She was very greatful, as the other girl had started to slightly get on her nerves. The two of them, Charles and Ice, had just arrived back in the house, when Charles turned his chair around and looked at the girl walking behind him. Ice had to stop abruptly to keep from running into him.
"There are some things I would like you to see in this compound, a few of them that the others don't know about. A few of them are dangerous, and I am the only one authorized to use them. And, if you like, some of them you may use as well."
Ice looked at him, her mouth open in shock. Had she actually heard him? She didn't really know; This place was full of so many secrets; would she ever find them all out? The professor led her to the library, and pulled out a certain book on one of the shelves. Ice was suprised when the wall slid away to reveal a gigantic air-tight door. A small device, just at Charles' eye-level, came out of the center of the wall, and a bright light passed back and fourth over his eye once, before pulling back. Ice recognized the retnal scanner from discriptions of it in books. The large door slid open with a soft hiss, and Ice followed Charles into a room that blinked with moniters, lights, and a large machine in the center of the room. He rolled over to the machine, and held up a device that looked like a helmet.
"CEREBRO," he explained, looking at his charge, "helps me find mutants all over the world by expanding my mental awareness. It only works for those who have great telepathic abilities. Very few are up to the strain of being able to use it."
Ice looked at him, puzzled.
"But can't Jean use it? She has strong mental powers; I can feel them."
Charles shook his head.
"While Jean is powerful, she is not enough so. You, however, are almost stronger than I in this field of abilities. You are an enigma to me, and to fully figure out the extent of your powers, I will need to run a few tests. Is that alright with you?"
His tone was fatherly, and Ice was not frightened by the mention of testing on her like a lab rat. She nodded, and Charles smiled with relief. Then he handed her the helmet.
"Would you like to try? Good, good! Now all you need to do is slip the helmet on, and clear your mind of all thought, letting it expand normaly. Got that?"
She nodded again, and did as she was told. Almost immediatly, she saw something. It was a young man who had dark, unrully brown hair, and dark blue eyes. Ice gasped and the picture dissappeared, but the image of the man was burned into her brain, along with his location and name.
"Did you see anything?"
Charles asked her eagerly.
"Yes."
He looked estatic at her answer.
"And do you have a head-ache? Nausea, dizziness?"
She shook her head no to all of his questions, when he finally asked gently,
"Who did you see?"
"My brother."
***
"Tell me about your parents, if you please."
Hank had her lying on a couch in the library, and he was "evaluating" her, as he called it. She knew he was playing shrink, but curriously, it didn't bother her. In fact, she was enjoying it, so she decided to answer him truthfully. And what he was about to hear would probably scar him for life, just as it had her. She started, and Hank listened intently, here and there making notes.
"Well, when I was younger, my mother, father, twin brother, Rhiyadh, which means "fire" in Sanscrit, and I all lived in a small house upstate. Before I go any further, I want to explane the name thing. My birthname is Analka, and that's "ice" in Sanscrit. My father was Indian, so he gave us the names of elements in his native tounge. But we were, and I still am, called by the english versions, so it wasn't so confusing. Now that that is explined, I'll continue.
Well, my mother was very pleased to find out she couldn't get pregnant from father anymore. I don't know why, she just was. Mother is really religious, and so was Father, but he was Hindu, and she's Catholic. They often fought over religious matters, and sometimes the fights became violent. I would sneak over to Fire's room, and he would comfort me. Mother wouldn't let us sleep in the same room, even when we were very small. She had this really twisted idea that men were evil, and that he would try something. Of course, this was a load of shit, but that didn't stop her from trying to keep us seperated, which didn't work, no matter how hard she tried. Anyway, one night when we were about sixteen, mother came up the stairs screaming at us to get down there immediately. We were doing homework, and so were glad for a break. Mother screamed alot, so we weren't worried. But we weren't prepared for what happened next. When we got to the living room, Mother turned on us and said in a deadly voice,'Where is your father?' Of course, we didn't know and we told her that. But instead of dismissing us, she slapped me hard in the face. She repeated the question, this time aiming it at Fire. When he gave her the same answer, she reached out and hit him. I could see that Fire was furious, but mother didn't nottice. Soon she was hitting him hard enough to break bones. I could feel something build up in my brother, and soon it errupted, throwing mother back against the wall. She stood up again, and pulling out a gun, trained it on him. It was a that time that Father walked in through the door. He took one look at the scene, and made a decision. He became larger, and a pair of wings like a dragon's burst from his shoulders. He looked at my brother with sadness and apology. My mother screamed in fury when she saw father change and started firing bullets at him. If I say one nice thing about my mother, it's that she is an exelent shot. Before I knew it, father was dead. She then turned to Fire and said in a voice full of hatred, 'Get out, demon spawn, you're just like your father; you carry his evil genes in your body. Get out before I kill you.' Fire had never shown any powers until that day, and I wasn't even sure what had happened. He came over and hugged me for the last time. 'You'll be alright,' he said, 'I promise. If she ever hurts you, I'll kill her.' Then he walked out the door. That was the last I saw of him.
I'm not sure how mother handled the police, she had me locked in my room, but she did.
She slept with lots of diffrent guys, never marrying any of them, and had my two sisters and three brothers, each by a different man. She also became a mutant hunter, convinced that we're all evil incarnate. The minute she found out I had my father's powers, she kicked me out and I lived on the streets for about a month before I got here. There you have it, my life story. Anything else?" She had been talking for almost a half an hour straight. And by the look on Hank's face, she knewhe knew her childhood had been an extremely screwed up one. He shook his head and stood up.
"No," he said looking dazed and slightly sad, "that's all for today."
Ice left the room.
:My god, that child's mother is Vivian Markett. :
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END OF PART 4
Duo: Jesus, her mom's messed up.
Amadeo:Yeah, almost as bad as you.
Duo:Be nice, rat boy.
Amadeo:Ohhh, that hurts!!!
Gwsyren:Serves you right.
Heero:That woman's just sick.
Wufei:A party? How come we weren't invited?
Trowa:....
Amadeo:*Throws hands in the air* I give up! This is not a Gundam fic;Go away!!!
GWsyren:Never mind him.
Heero:Review. This means you. Now.
Duo:Give it a rest, koi.
Heero: Hn.
Poem "Join the Night" by T.G.Ladd Copyright 2001
Please do not use without permission. If you want to use/borrow it, E-mail me at GWSYREN@HOTMAIL.COM
PART 4
The night is my mother,
The night is my savior,
The night is my lover come to take me away.
In all my pain and misery,
Shunned and shoved aside,
I am a person.
I live,
I breath,
I feel,
Just like you.
Yet the night is all I have,
It loves me unconditionally,
And keeps me alive like elixir.
So come to me ,beloved,
And join me in my kingdom of darkness,
To be mine forever.
Later that day, Professor Charles managed the impossible: he got Ice away from Jubilee. She was very greatful, as the other girl had started to slightly get on her nerves. The two of them, Charles and Ice, had just arrived back in the house, when Charles turned his chair around and looked at the girl walking behind him. Ice had to stop abruptly to keep from running into him.
"There are some things I would like you to see in this compound, a few of them that the others don't know about. A few of them are dangerous, and I am the only one authorized to use them. And, if you like, some of them you may use as well."
Ice looked at him, her mouth open in shock. Had she actually heard him? She didn't really know; This place was full of so many secrets; would she ever find them all out? The professor led her to the library, and pulled out a certain book on one of the shelves. Ice was suprised when the wall slid away to reveal a gigantic air-tight door. A small device, just at Charles' eye-level, came out of the center of the wall, and a bright light passed back and fourth over his eye once, before pulling back. Ice recognized the retnal scanner from discriptions of it in books. The large door slid open with a soft hiss, and Ice followed Charles into a room that blinked with moniters, lights, and a large machine in the center of the room. He rolled over to the machine, and held up a device that looked like a helmet.
"CEREBRO," he explained, looking at his charge, "helps me find mutants all over the world by expanding my mental awareness. It only works for those who have great telepathic abilities. Very few are up to the strain of being able to use it."
Ice looked at him, puzzled.
"But can't Jean use it? She has strong mental powers; I can feel them."
Charles shook his head.
"While Jean is powerful, she is not enough so. You, however, are almost stronger than I in this field of abilities. You are an enigma to me, and to fully figure out the extent of your powers, I will need to run a few tests. Is that alright with you?"
His tone was fatherly, and Ice was not frightened by the mention of testing on her like a lab rat. She nodded, and Charles smiled with relief. Then he handed her the helmet.
"Would you like to try? Good, good! Now all you need to do is slip the helmet on, and clear your mind of all thought, letting it expand normaly. Got that?"
She nodded again, and did as she was told. Almost immediatly, she saw something. It was a young man who had dark, unrully brown hair, and dark blue eyes. Ice gasped and the picture dissappeared, but the image of the man was burned into her brain, along with his location and name.
"Did you see anything?"
Charles asked her eagerly.
"Yes."
He looked estatic at her answer.
"And do you have a head-ache? Nausea, dizziness?"
She shook her head no to all of his questions, when he finally asked gently,
"Who did you see?"
"My brother."
***
"Tell me about your parents, if you please."
Hank had her lying on a couch in the library, and he was "evaluating" her, as he called it. She knew he was playing shrink, but curriously, it didn't bother her. In fact, she was enjoying it, so she decided to answer him truthfully. And what he was about to hear would probably scar him for life, just as it had her. She started, and Hank listened intently, here and there making notes.
"Well, when I was younger, my mother, father, twin brother, Rhiyadh, which means "fire" in Sanscrit, and I all lived in a small house upstate. Before I go any further, I want to explane the name thing. My birthname is Analka, and that's "ice" in Sanscrit. My father was Indian, so he gave us the names of elements in his native tounge. But we were, and I still am, called by the english versions, so it wasn't so confusing. Now that that is explined, I'll continue.
Well, my mother was very pleased to find out she couldn't get pregnant from father anymore. I don't know why, she just was. Mother is really religious, and so was Father, but he was Hindu, and she's Catholic. They often fought over religious matters, and sometimes the fights became violent. I would sneak over to Fire's room, and he would comfort me. Mother wouldn't let us sleep in the same room, even when we were very small. She had this really twisted idea that men were evil, and that he would try something. Of course, this was a load of shit, but that didn't stop her from trying to keep us seperated, which didn't work, no matter how hard she tried. Anyway, one night when we were about sixteen, mother came up the stairs screaming at us to get down there immediately. We were doing homework, and so were glad for a break. Mother screamed alot, so we weren't worried. But we weren't prepared for what happened next. When we got to the living room, Mother turned on us and said in a deadly voice,'Where is your father?' Of course, we didn't know and we told her that. But instead of dismissing us, she slapped me hard in the face. She repeated the question, this time aiming it at Fire. When he gave her the same answer, she reached out and hit him. I could see that Fire was furious, but mother didn't nottice. Soon she was hitting him hard enough to break bones. I could feel something build up in my brother, and soon it errupted, throwing mother back against the wall. She stood up again, and pulling out a gun, trained it on him. It was a that time that Father walked in through the door. He took one look at the scene, and made a decision. He became larger, and a pair of wings like a dragon's burst from his shoulders. He looked at my brother with sadness and apology. My mother screamed in fury when she saw father change and started firing bullets at him. If I say one nice thing about my mother, it's that she is an exelent shot. Before I knew it, father was dead. She then turned to Fire and said in a voice full of hatred, 'Get out, demon spawn, you're just like your father; you carry his evil genes in your body. Get out before I kill you.' Fire had never shown any powers until that day, and I wasn't even sure what had happened. He came over and hugged me for the last time. 'You'll be alright,' he said, 'I promise. If she ever hurts you, I'll kill her.' Then he walked out the door. That was the last I saw of him.
I'm not sure how mother handled the police, she had me locked in my room, but she did.
She slept with lots of diffrent guys, never marrying any of them, and had my two sisters and three brothers, each by a different man. She also became a mutant hunter, convinced that we're all evil incarnate. The minute she found out I had my father's powers, she kicked me out and I lived on the streets for about a month before I got here. There you have it, my life story. Anything else?" She had been talking for almost a half an hour straight. And by the look on Hank's face, she knewhe knew her childhood had been an extremely screwed up one. He shook his head and stood up.
"No," he said looking dazed and slightly sad, "that's all for today."
Ice left the room.
:My god, that child's mother is Vivian Markett. :
_________________________________________________________________________________
END OF PART 4
Duo: Jesus, her mom's messed up.
Amadeo:Yeah, almost as bad as you.
Duo:Be nice, rat boy.
Amadeo:Ohhh, that hurts!!!
Gwsyren:Serves you right.
Heero:That woman's just sick.
Wufei:A party? How come we weren't invited?
Trowa:....
Amadeo:*Throws hands in the air* I give up! This is not a Gundam fic;Go away!!!
GWsyren:Never mind him.
Heero:Review. This means you. Now.
Duo:Give it a rest, koi.
Heero: Hn.
Poem "Join the Night" by T.G.Ladd Copyright 2001
Please do not use without permission. If you want to use/borrow it, E-mail me at GWSYREN@HOTMAIL.COM