I'm outside in the cold but I don't feel anything, which is why it's always my turn to shovel the walk when it snows, oh the joys of being an iceman.
Yeah that's right, Iceman, "can lower outside and body temperature without harm to himself, can change into a form made completely of ice? Is good for shoveling snow in the winter 'cos he doesn't get cold?" you must know, or at least if you go to "Xavier's school for the gifted" you must. I'm a student there, and very recently a member of the oh-so famous "X-men". I get to wear a silly leather costume and save the world, oh joy.
Anyone who knows me will ask where the normal happy, prankster iceman is, is he on vacation? Nah I'm just in a bad mood, I hate being alone at Christmas. I hate being alone full stop. Of course I'm not the only one who's alone this Christmas, storm is, but she doesn't seem to mind, she has her students, and her plants, sometimes I swear my history teacher treats them just like people. As for me, well rogue and I had some fun times, and we're still friends, I'm glad she's happy with that new student, Remy. He can give her something I can't; he can "leak" his powers so he can kiss her.
I decide to do what I usually d when I shove the walk, start from the gates and work back up towards the school, that way I', not tramping the snow from boots over the ground I've already cleared.
As I get nearer to the gates I can see⦠I don't know, something they're something in the snowdrift right by the post, where it's deepest. I run over, as I get closer I realize the thing in the snow is a person, a girl, or her face at least. I have no idea how long they've been out here, and tit's been snowing so hard!
"Shit" is all I manage to say
She could be beautiful.
Oh I know that's not what you're expected to think when you find a strange girl collapsed outside your gate in the snow. Movies dictate that you should think they're the most beautiful thing in the word and fall madly in love at first site, that last part is truer than the first. All of as sudden I just know I don't want her to be dead, love at first sight? Maybe not, lust at first sight? Definitely.
Her tangled hair is a rich black that puts her in sharp contrast to the snow, that what I noticed first, she has high cheekbones, and her skin, pale from the cold look like it would be tanned under different circumstances.
I jerk myself back to reality, I need to get her inside, need to get her warm, safe, if she stays out here longer, she might die. She might already be dead, but no, her lips (which have taken on a slightly blue tone) are parted gently, and I can feel a soft jerky breath on my hand as I kneel, de-icing to carry her back to the mansion.
I drop the shovel too, so can clear the snow off of her. I feel vaguely obscene kneeling in the snow brushing said white stuff off a strange woman's chest, If anyone comes along right now I don't know what it must look like, I clear as much snow as I can off her torso enough to see what she's wearing.
She is most definitely not dressed for this kind of weather, a short-sleeved T-shirt and a denim jacket! She's got gloves over her hands, and ones bunched up, I catch a flash of metal underneath, curious I peel off the glove.
Her hand is covered in smooth black metal that otherwise looks like's the stuff wolverine's claws are made of, and speaking of claws, there are some of those that are definitely made from the same material as wolverine's attached to the glove.
I feel my blood boiling over, It's bad enough that someone decided to experiment on wolverine, how can you experiment on someone this young, someone who looks so innocent, so peaceful, so pretty? I just don't understand how anyone could want to hurt someone this angelic.
Enough delaying, I need to get her somewhere warm. I pick her up, and she's surprisingly light, so at least I know her skeletons not made of metal. I leave the shovel; I'll come back for it later.
Yeah that's right, Iceman, "can lower outside and body temperature without harm to himself, can change into a form made completely of ice? Is good for shoveling snow in the winter 'cos he doesn't get cold?" you must know, or at least if you go to "Xavier's school for the gifted" you must. I'm a student there, and very recently a member of the oh-so famous "X-men". I get to wear a silly leather costume and save the world, oh joy.
Anyone who knows me will ask where the normal happy, prankster iceman is, is he on vacation? Nah I'm just in a bad mood, I hate being alone at Christmas. I hate being alone full stop. Of course I'm not the only one who's alone this Christmas, storm is, but she doesn't seem to mind, she has her students, and her plants, sometimes I swear my history teacher treats them just like people. As for me, well rogue and I had some fun times, and we're still friends, I'm glad she's happy with that new student, Remy. He can give her something I can't; he can "leak" his powers so he can kiss her.
I decide to do what I usually d when I shove the walk, start from the gates and work back up towards the school, that way I', not tramping the snow from boots over the ground I've already cleared.
As I get nearer to the gates I can see⦠I don't know, something they're something in the snowdrift right by the post, where it's deepest. I run over, as I get closer I realize the thing in the snow is a person, a girl, or her face at least. I have no idea how long they've been out here, and tit's been snowing so hard!
"Shit" is all I manage to say
She could be beautiful.
Oh I know that's not what you're expected to think when you find a strange girl collapsed outside your gate in the snow. Movies dictate that you should think they're the most beautiful thing in the word and fall madly in love at first site, that last part is truer than the first. All of as sudden I just know I don't want her to be dead, love at first sight? Maybe not, lust at first sight? Definitely.
Her tangled hair is a rich black that puts her in sharp contrast to the snow, that what I noticed first, she has high cheekbones, and her skin, pale from the cold look like it would be tanned under different circumstances.
I jerk myself back to reality, I need to get her inside, need to get her warm, safe, if she stays out here longer, she might die. She might already be dead, but no, her lips (which have taken on a slightly blue tone) are parted gently, and I can feel a soft jerky breath on my hand as I kneel, de-icing to carry her back to the mansion.
I drop the shovel too, so can clear the snow off of her. I feel vaguely obscene kneeling in the snow brushing said white stuff off a strange woman's chest, If anyone comes along right now I don't know what it must look like, I clear as much snow as I can off her torso enough to see what she's wearing.
She is most definitely not dressed for this kind of weather, a short-sleeved T-shirt and a denim jacket! She's got gloves over her hands, and ones bunched up, I catch a flash of metal underneath, curious I peel off the glove.
Her hand is covered in smooth black metal that otherwise looks like's the stuff wolverine's claws are made of, and speaking of claws, there are some of those that are definitely made from the same material as wolverine's attached to the glove.
I feel my blood boiling over, It's bad enough that someone decided to experiment on wolverine, how can you experiment on someone this young, someone who looks so innocent, so peaceful, so pretty? I just don't understand how anyone could want to hurt someone this angelic.
Enough delaying, I need to get her somewhere warm. I pick her up, and she's surprisingly light, so at least I know her skeletons not made of metal. I leave the shovel; I'll come back for it later.
