Title: Felix ZeyfPO2-4194
Author: Blimey The Toad
Chapter 8:
From where we left off last time:
Jean, Storm, and Scott were suprised when the door swung open to reveal a pale, black haired teen in the entry. He seemed a little upset, and a little distrustful of the three adults in the doorway.
"Yeah, whadda ya want?"
"We're here for Hank, is this the correct address?"
"Yeah, this is it." He opened the door a little wider to allow them inside, then suddenly turned around. "You're not taking him, not if he doesn't want to go. Comprende? We wouldn't do that to him."
"If he doesn't wish to come, then we will not attempt to force him." Storm answered.
He merely nodded and continued walking back towards the living room. Jean telepathically linked to Storm and Scott. He didn't seem too pleased to see us, at all, and... he's not even a mutant! I thought this was similar to Xavier's in that it helped *mutants*... did I misunderstand?
No, Jean, that's what Xavier said. Maybe we should asked him? Did you mis-scan him, perhaps?
I didn't mis-scan him Scott. I'll ask.
Jean cleared her throat and began speaking to the teen. "So, what's your name?"
"I'm Steve. Who're you?"
"I'm Jean Grey, this is my husband Scott Summers, and this is Ororo Munroe." He nodded once more but didn't verbally respond. Jean continued, "My ability is telepathy and telekinesis, Scott's is optic blasts, and Ororo can control the natural elements."
"Elements? Like weather, or what?"
They seemed to have his attention. "Yes, weather. So, what is your ability?"
"Well, I got several abilities. But as for *mutant* abilities, I don't got any, 'cause I'm not a mutant."
"Oh? Then what are you doing here? Isn't this a place for mutants?"
"Look, I don't see how it's any of your business 'bout why I or anyone is here." He turned around to face her. "I'm not gonna answer any more a your stupid questions 'til ya tell me a good reason to."
"Well," Ororo took over, "If you are to keep the boy, then we want to know everything about who he's staying with. We only want him safe. Hopefully, you feel the same way."
After a moment of silence, Steve spoke up, "Ya know, he does have a name. Ya could try usin' it even." His voice dripped with sarcasm, and he didn't seem to want to be anywhere near these, as he saw it, kidnappers.
"Well, we were not told his name." said Storm, softly. She understood why he was so upset, and pitied him, too, in a way.
"There's no need for sarcasm, kid." Scott seemed to be getting a little upset over how he was being treated. Storm shot him a glare. He was undoing the trust she was trying to make the boy feel.
Steve glared at Scott as well, but spoke anyways. "His name is Felix. Chose it himself. Don't think he's too keen on changing it either. So don't try." Despite his rough exterior, it was apparent that Steve was already resigned to the fact that Felix was more than likely not going to be there by that time tomorrow.
Steve felt an inevitable wave of tears, and quickly turned away. "Wait in the livin' room. He'll be there in a second."
By the time Jean, Scott, and Ororo made it to the living room, it was deserted. Everyone had either gone in to see Lucy, or had left the house completely, unable to take the tense feeling that was everywhere.
They looked towards one another, but didn't say a word, although it was apparent that they were all concerned about Felix. Would he be willing to come with them? If not, what would happen to Rogue, to Gambit?
Suddenly, someone appeared at the entrance to the living room. A teen boy, stocky and of medium height, with spiked green hair, and reptilian eyes. He held the hand of a young boy, with red eyes and a white stripe in his brown hair. Both were very sullen looking, neither making eye contact with the three X-Men; Felix with unshed tears apparently threatening to fall.
Finally, he looked up. He had a roundish face, like Rogue, but with Gambit's strong jaw. There was no doubt that this was who they were looking for. Both groups waited for the other to say something. When noone did, Felix spoke up.
"I don't wanna go... but, I will go for a li'l while, if I can take my family wif me. Deal?"
"Yes, yes! Of course." Said Jean, while Scott asked what family he wanted to come.
Felix pointed to Clive. "I want him to go, an' Yuffie, an' Samantha, an' Steve, an'..."
"Wait, you want to take everyone with you? I don't know if we can-" Scott began, before Jean and Ororo both elbowed him in the ribs, and not softly either. He gave a grunt, but didn't say anything else. His face, however, clearly showed his angerat being so rudely interupted.
"So we can all go? For how long?" Clive asked.
"For however long is needed. We want his transition to be as smooth as possible. Okay?"
"Alright. It's a deal." Clive finally smiled. He would at least be with felix to make sure everything was as it was supposed to be; he was lucky he got that.
"So, when do we leave?"
"In the morning, if it's alright."
"I'll run it by the group, but I'm sure it's cool. Alright, then. See ya in the morning. Oh, and I think Felix wanted to talk to you for a bit before he goes to bed." It was rather late in the day, almost 9:00pm.
Clive left the room, and Felix slowly made his way to Ororo and climbed up onto the couch beside her. Then he turned to face the group. "Where's my mother? An' my father?"
Jean answered for everyone. "They're at home waiting for you. They were worried about you... they were very sad for a very long time, Felix."
He appeared to be deep in thought for a moment, then turned back to them. "Tell me 'bout them. I don't wanna go and see them and not know anything."
For the next half-hour, the present X-Men told him everything they could about his parents. He listened intently, and tried to remember everything. When he went to bed that night, he was still a little apprehensive about going, but at least a little bit more at ease.
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Elsewhere...
"So, can ya help her?" Hank had went to see what he could do about Lucy when he heard the other X-Men arrive. She was in bad shape. Sinister had succeeded in injuring her throat, and managed to break quite a few bones. She was still unconscience, but Hank thought she was just in deep shock, and would recover. Hopefully.
"Well, I can't be of much help without the neccessary equiptment. If I would be allowed to take her home with me..."
"Naw, you don't. She stays here. Who knows what you'll do to her if you take her away!" Yelled Toby. He was frightened about what would happen. He was going to lose his sister, his best friend, and eventually, his own life if anbything happened to her. He had been on edge all day. Hank understood where he was coming from, so he tried to be as patient as possible.
"You will come along as well, and you could be by my side the entire time, if you want. Please turst me on this... don't put your sisters life in danger because you don't want to trust me."
Toby was silent for a moment, then finally nodded his head. "Alright", he sobbed. "But if she dies-" he warned.
"I'll do my best to ensure that that does not happen, you have my word. Toby nodded once more, before the tears finally came.
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Sinisters Base, Athens, GA:
Sinister didn't grin this time like he normally did when he was involved in one of his experiments. This time, his experiment was partly in revenge.
Sabretooth wailed in agony as wave after wave of electrical current was shot through his body. At this point, his healing ability was the only reason he was not dead; he and Sinister both knew this. Sabretooth was crying, something he rarely did. Sinister had removed all of his organs that were not vital to his being able to live, without anestesia (--pardon my spelling). He had ripped out his fingernails and toenails. He had whipped him and cut him up. this was the fianl stage. Sinister was not going to let him go, and no amount of struggling or pleading was going to help Sabretooth now.
"You blatantly ignored me, Sabretooth. You have cost me three very important experiments. Two of them were originals, one was a clone from DNA extracted from stone from thousands of years ago. Do you know how important those three were? Do you know how irreplaceble they are?"
Sabretooth whined loudly. He was barely human now, more beast than man, driven that way the torture he'd been on the recieving end of.
Sinister grimaced. "You must be punished now. You, too, are an original... however, you are easily cloned. I've done it dozens of times before. I have no further need for you. Good riddance, Creed." Sneered Sinister as he cranked up the power on the electiral current. Sabretooth vaguely recalled laughing as similar things were done to innocent mutants deemed unworthy by Sisniter. He felt a wave of nausea, and pleaded with whatever god existed for forgiveness as the final jolt of electricty made his heart explode.
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Author: Blimey The Toad
Chapter 8:
From where we left off last time:
Jean, Storm, and Scott were suprised when the door swung open to reveal a pale, black haired teen in the entry. He seemed a little upset, and a little distrustful of the three adults in the doorway.
"Yeah, whadda ya want?"
"We're here for Hank, is this the correct address?"
"Yeah, this is it." He opened the door a little wider to allow them inside, then suddenly turned around. "You're not taking him, not if he doesn't want to go. Comprende? We wouldn't do that to him."
"If he doesn't wish to come, then we will not attempt to force him." Storm answered.
He merely nodded and continued walking back towards the living room. Jean telepathically linked to Storm and Scott. He didn't seem too pleased to see us, at all, and... he's not even a mutant! I thought this was similar to Xavier's in that it helped *mutants*... did I misunderstand?
No, Jean, that's what Xavier said. Maybe we should asked him? Did you mis-scan him, perhaps?
I didn't mis-scan him Scott. I'll ask.
Jean cleared her throat and began speaking to the teen. "So, what's your name?"
"I'm Steve. Who're you?"
"I'm Jean Grey, this is my husband Scott Summers, and this is Ororo Munroe." He nodded once more but didn't verbally respond. Jean continued, "My ability is telepathy and telekinesis, Scott's is optic blasts, and Ororo can control the natural elements."
"Elements? Like weather, or what?"
They seemed to have his attention. "Yes, weather. So, what is your ability?"
"Well, I got several abilities. But as for *mutant* abilities, I don't got any, 'cause I'm not a mutant."
"Oh? Then what are you doing here? Isn't this a place for mutants?"
"Look, I don't see how it's any of your business 'bout why I or anyone is here." He turned around to face her. "I'm not gonna answer any more a your stupid questions 'til ya tell me a good reason to."
"Well," Ororo took over, "If you are to keep the boy, then we want to know everything about who he's staying with. We only want him safe. Hopefully, you feel the same way."
After a moment of silence, Steve spoke up, "Ya know, he does have a name. Ya could try usin' it even." His voice dripped with sarcasm, and he didn't seem to want to be anywhere near these, as he saw it, kidnappers.
"Well, we were not told his name." said Storm, softly. She understood why he was so upset, and pitied him, too, in a way.
"There's no need for sarcasm, kid." Scott seemed to be getting a little upset over how he was being treated. Storm shot him a glare. He was undoing the trust she was trying to make the boy feel.
Steve glared at Scott as well, but spoke anyways. "His name is Felix. Chose it himself. Don't think he's too keen on changing it either. So don't try." Despite his rough exterior, it was apparent that Steve was already resigned to the fact that Felix was more than likely not going to be there by that time tomorrow.
Steve felt an inevitable wave of tears, and quickly turned away. "Wait in the livin' room. He'll be there in a second."
By the time Jean, Scott, and Ororo made it to the living room, it was deserted. Everyone had either gone in to see Lucy, or had left the house completely, unable to take the tense feeling that was everywhere.
They looked towards one another, but didn't say a word, although it was apparent that they were all concerned about Felix. Would he be willing to come with them? If not, what would happen to Rogue, to Gambit?
Suddenly, someone appeared at the entrance to the living room. A teen boy, stocky and of medium height, with spiked green hair, and reptilian eyes. He held the hand of a young boy, with red eyes and a white stripe in his brown hair. Both were very sullen looking, neither making eye contact with the three X-Men; Felix with unshed tears apparently threatening to fall.
Finally, he looked up. He had a roundish face, like Rogue, but with Gambit's strong jaw. There was no doubt that this was who they were looking for. Both groups waited for the other to say something. When noone did, Felix spoke up.
"I don't wanna go... but, I will go for a li'l while, if I can take my family wif me. Deal?"
"Yes, yes! Of course." Said Jean, while Scott asked what family he wanted to come.
Felix pointed to Clive. "I want him to go, an' Yuffie, an' Samantha, an' Steve, an'..."
"Wait, you want to take everyone with you? I don't know if we can-" Scott began, before Jean and Ororo both elbowed him in the ribs, and not softly either. He gave a grunt, but didn't say anything else. His face, however, clearly showed his angerat being so rudely interupted.
"So we can all go? For how long?" Clive asked.
"For however long is needed. We want his transition to be as smooth as possible. Okay?"
"Alright. It's a deal." Clive finally smiled. He would at least be with felix to make sure everything was as it was supposed to be; he was lucky he got that.
"So, when do we leave?"
"In the morning, if it's alright."
"I'll run it by the group, but I'm sure it's cool. Alright, then. See ya in the morning. Oh, and I think Felix wanted to talk to you for a bit before he goes to bed." It was rather late in the day, almost 9:00pm.
Clive left the room, and Felix slowly made his way to Ororo and climbed up onto the couch beside her. Then he turned to face the group. "Where's my mother? An' my father?"
Jean answered for everyone. "They're at home waiting for you. They were worried about you... they were very sad for a very long time, Felix."
He appeared to be deep in thought for a moment, then turned back to them. "Tell me 'bout them. I don't wanna go and see them and not know anything."
For the next half-hour, the present X-Men told him everything they could about his parents. He listened intently, and tried to remember everything. When he went to bed that night, he was still a little apprehensive about going, but at least a little bit more at ease.
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Elsewhere...
"So, can ya help her?" Hank had went to see what he could do about Lucy when he heard the other X-Men arrive. She was in bad shape. Sinister had succeeded in injuring her throat, and managed to break quite a few bones. She was still unconscience, but Hank thought she was just in deep shock, and would recover. Hopefully.
"Well, I can't be of much help without the neccessary equiptment. If I would be allowed to take her home with me..."
"Naw, you don't. She stays here. Who knows what you'll do to her if you take her away!" Yelled Toby. He was frightened about what would happen. He was going to lose his sister, his best friend, and eventually, his own life if anbything happened to her. He had been on edge all day. Hank understood where he was coming from, so he tried to be as patient as possible.
"You will come along as well, and you could be by my side the entire time, if you want. Please turst me on this... don't put your sisters life in danger because you don't want to trust me."
Toby was silent for a moment, then finally nodded his head. "Alright", he sobbed. "But if she dies-" he warned.
"I'll do my best to ensure that that does not happen, you have my word. Toby nodded once more, before the tears finally came.
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Sinisters Base, Athens, GA:
Sinister didn't grin this time like he normally did when he was involved in one of his experiments. This time, his experiment was partly in revenge.
Sabretooth wailed in agony as wave after wave of electrical current was shot through his body. At this point, his healing ability was the only reason he was not dead; he and Sinister both knew this. Sabretooth was crying, something he rarely did. Sinister had removed all of his organs that were not vital to his being able to live, without anestesia (--pardon my spelling). He had ripped out his fingernails and toenails. He had whipped him and cut him up. this was the fianl stage. Sinister was not going to let him go, and no amount of struggling or pleading was going to help Sabretooth now.
"You blatantly ignored me, Sabretooth. You have cost me three very important experiments. Two of them were originals, one was a clone from DNA extracted from stone from thousands of years ago. Do you know how important those three were? Do you know how irreplaceble they are?"
Sabretooth whined loudly. He was barely human now, more beast than man, driven that way the torture he'd been on the recieving end of.
Sinister grimaced. "You must be punished now. You, too, are an original... however, you are easily cloned. I've done it dozens of times before. I have no further need for you. Good riddance, Creed." Sneered Sinister as he cranked up the power on the electiral current. Sabretooth vaguely recalled laughing as similar things were done to innocent mutants deemed unworthy by Sisniter. He felt a wave of nausea, and pleaded with whatever god existed for forgiveness as the final jolt of electricty made his heart explode.
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