AN: Here it is, the real first chapter. So far all that's here is a very
quick, un-detailed (to me anyway!) introduction to the characters. In
this chapter we quickly introduce Ave(Matt Tinker), Hotspot(McKenna
Russell), and Myth(Bethany Salisbury). I have Jennifer and Stone's intro
written too, but you guys have to wait for the next chapter for them!
Later on I will focus on each individual character from their own
perspective.
"SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE"
"ShrrrrkkkkKKKKKKK!"
In a large tailored Mansion atop a broad grass clothed hill in the suburbs of Bayville, a kettle blew. And a boy sighed.
The chocolate haired lad reached over to silence the shrieking call of steam as he lifted the metal kettle into the air. He dipped the nozzle downward to let the steaming liquid pour sloppily into his pottery mug. Silently he watched as the water gushed into its destination, colliding with the small grains of coffee grounds. The water picking up each miniscule particle into a swirling tornado of water until each had dissolved into nothingness.
Sort of like my life. Scott supposed. Each and every one of us, caught up in the swirl and chaos of the world. Scott chuckled softly at the thought of all his teammates being compared to coffee of all things. Hah, what would jean think? Scott blushed a soft rose pink as he asked himself that. I really am insane! He concluded.
Taking his mind away from those thoughts, the teenager wrapped his slender, pale fingers around the cylindrical mug. Letting the warmth of the coffee seep into his own body. Scott could even begin to feel the tension and stress in his muscles begin to ease, slowly and steadily.
As he waited noiselessly, waiting for the grocery brand bagels he had put in the toaster to finish cooking, Scott relaxed. It felt good to do that, after so long. A full month with the new recruits and this morning was the first time yet he had had to himself. True, he had to wake up at 6:00 in the morning. An unholy time of day most teenagers never even glimpsed over the summer, but it was worth it. Oh yes the mutant smiled, worth it. No fighting over who got the last pop tart, no yelling across the halls, no wildly running children dashing everywhere and breaking stuff, and most importantly, no one taking HIS breakfast! Yes, life was looking up for the polo-clad boy.
His bagel would pop up any moment now. Yep, any moment now. And for once no one taking his-Scott paused with the shiny rim of his mug halfway to his pursed lips. His head cocked ever so slightly. With a widening of eyes, hidden beneath the ruby quartz as they were, and a slight drop of the mouth, Scott nearly cried out.
Down the banister the rush of wind blew, feathers floating down to land on the mahogany wood of the staircase. To anyone unacquainted with the mansion and its strange inhabitants, it would appear as though someone had let loose into the corridors of the house a swiftly flying hawk. An American Osprey to be exact. Mahogany brown and coconut flake white feathers flapped as the bird's 5-½ foot wingspan carried it through the halls. As it passed through the doorway leading to the kitchen, it furled its wings in just enough to make it through without touching a feather to any edge of the doorways narrow frame.
20 feet from the closely closing in spectacle, Scott didn't even notice as the toasted bagels popped up. Still clutching his floral clay mug in white knuckled hands, the broken hearted Scott mouthed one word. "No." In the halfhearted way in which one who knows it's no use to try, but tries any way, does.
If a bird's beak could be said to form a smile, this one would have a smirk to rival all. The osprey's wheat golden eyes gleamed, as it's scaly talons reached out to grab Scott's breakfast as it speed over the table and toaster. The lift was made and wings beating the bird flew up into the main hall, where the large front doors of the mansion stood. Soaring upward, the fish eating raptor landed on one of the railed walkways above, where it promptly dropped the bagel at its clawed feet. The change from bird to 16-year-old boy took barely a second.
The young man with the shoulder length, cinnamon brown hair laughed contentedly. Ave bit into the warm bagel.
Back in the kitchen Scott stared ahead, not having moved from the position he was in. A pathetic whimper came from the depths of his throat as he let his head drop to the table. Forehead connecting with cool marble. "Why me?"
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"So, like, do you think Scott actually got his own breakfast this morning?" Kitty asked.
"What do you think?" Kenna replied, the look she gave her roommate quite obviously saying she knew Kitty needed no answer from her.
"Yeah, like, I know! I mean poor Scott, he like, hasn't gotten a break in like, forever!" Kitty chided. "Some things like, never change, you know?"
"I know how he feels" Kenna replied half-heartedly as she lay back on her bed to rest her head on the downy pillow.
Kenna's real name was actually McKenna Eve Russell. But most everyone called her Kenna. Kenna had been sharing the room with Kitty since she first came to the institute, 3 weeks ago. The professor had said that each of the new students where to be roommates with an old student. This was supposed to help them get "settled in" as he called it. Not that Kenna disagreed, it did help a lot. She really wasn't sure were she would be without Kitty for the first couple of days. Despite her want of Independence even she realized everybody needs someone to depend on occasionally. So far she was adjusting quite well, the professor's help with her power was very appreciated. She could make steam shoot out of the ground before, but had little control over it. To the point where when she was angry, not a rare occasion on her part, hot steam would erupt. Now she could suppress it and even control it's temperature, so as not to scald an innocent passerby.
"Well, at least Scott doesn't have a training session with Logan today!" Kitty exclaimed with a flourish of her dainty hands.
That brought McKenna's head up quick to say the least.
"Great. I completely forgot about that! I guess I gotta tell my friends from the Y I can't come to practice today." McKenna glared stubbornly as she talked.
Kitty raised an auburn eyebrow.
"Volleyball Kitty, volleyball."
"Oh."
"The last time we had a so called 'training session', I was stuck in bed for a whole day!" Kenna pointed to the various bluish-green bruises that decorated her arms and legs.
Kitty nodded in agreement "I like totally had to redo my nails after the rock climbing part."
The steam shooting girls rolled her eyes at the other's shallow remark. McKenna had enjoyed the rock climbing. Being naturally gifted in the sports department she had no problem in showing off her athletic skill. It was the fighting part she didn't like. It just felt.wrong.
"Well we still have 2 hours before Logan's living hell starts. We might as well make the most of it." McKenna stood as she lectured. Stretching her arms and legs, her muscles flexed slightly with the movement.
Kitty stood up, hoping down from her pink upholstered bed and heading toward the large Victorian dresser that held the two's clothing. "Totally"
Kenna tried not to laugh.
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Two rooms down, one student sat on her dark, quilted bed, bare feet resting on the bed's wooden supports as she watched her roommate through sleepy eyes. Rogue pushed a pale white hair from her eyes. It promptly fell back into its former position again though. Holding back a frustrated growl she walked over to her roommate's bed again. For, what was it? Oh yes, the fourth time this morning! She lifted a black finger nailed hand over the girl's peacefully slumbering body as if to push the figure awake. But she stopped once again and stalked back the five or six steps to her own bed, plopping down again. So hard the mattress creaked as it bounced down then up at the weight placed on it. Rogue rested her elbow on her knee and her chin on her fish as she continued her pondering.
Rogue had been up for nearly an hour. Since 5:40 to be exact. Unable to sleep she brooded, tried to read a book, and then brooded some more. The book had been given to her by the now sleeping 15 year old. "The Anne's Guide to Dragons in Ancient History". She said it had lots of good dragons and other mythical critters for her to use.
That was why Rogue's new friend was here in the first place. Her mutant powers enabled her to shape shift in to any mythological, or fantastical creature she desired. As long as she knew a bit about it and knew well what it looked like. That had been explained to her by the aptly named Myth.
Her real name of course was Bethany Claire Salisbury, they had found her, well more precisely cerebro had found her, in the mountainous regions of Asheville, North Carolina. Far from any signs of habitation.
They had managed to catch her off guard, Rogue, Scott, Jean, and Logan. They were the ones the professor had sent to recruit the new mutant. She had been dragging a freshly slain deer carcass across the pine covered forest floor. The others had later found out this was how she got her food. Before the incident with her powers, she had lived in near the forest with her mother and father who both were accomplished woodsmen. They passed on their skills to their X-gene carrying daughter. Those skills including cooking, hunting, skinning, and the like.
She was taking it to her roughly, but efficiently, constructed shelter by a large rock formation that she called home. But what Rogue and the other recruiters had seen before them was not the straight blonde haired, blue eyed, nature-lover they had expected to find. But a large horse sized animal that shouldn't and couldn't possibly exist, standing before them looking quite as shocked as they themselves did. The gothic X- Man new the creature at first sight, shocked as she was.
"Gryphon?" She had said. A creature that stood as tall as a medium sized horse, quarter horse size, with a an eagles head and cruel beak, long tufted ears that moved at every sound, with flashing golden eyes that saw with unrivalled precision. A long crest of golden yellow and coppery brown feathers traveled down the neck to a lion-like body. It's forelegs ending in scaled talons, while its back legs were muscular imitations of a lion's. And a long catlike tail ended it off, swishing back and forth in annoyance. Of course most remarkably was the pair of eagle-like wings with an unbelievable span of shining feathers that she held folded at her sides.
As threatening as she first seemed, she joined in the end, explaining a little of her past and present to the professor. Not much though, for the professor didn't push her to hard. Rogue and the girl had bonded quickly one of the few people Bethany had decided to be open with; it was just her nature to act this way. They found a mutual love in Punk music and fiction. But they were different in many ways as well. For instance, while Rogue wore her emotions on her sleeve, expressing them in, well, emotional ways, Bethany preferred to hide hers with a smile.
Myth had been taken back to the cabin her parents had once inhabited with her before they left, and she picked up her CDs and clothing. She told Rogue her parents had left her the cabin. That was about all however.
Rogues eyes slid over Bethany's dozing form under the blankets. All that didn't matter right now she told herself. She'll open up when she's good and ready. Heck, ah took long enough. Rogue smiled softly to herself.
Unfortunately it really was time to wake her new friend up. They did have a session with Logan in 2 hours. The black and white haired teenager sighed as she hefted herself off the comfortable bed and onto her feet, where she walked to Myth's bedside for the last time.
AN: Hey y'all! I'm done with that chapter and almost done with the next, well I have Sentinel and Stone finished anyway! PLEASPLEASPLEASPLEASE review! Tell me what you think and whatever! Bye the way I am so sick of this messed up blocky chapter thing!@!
"SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE"
"ShrrrrkkkkKKKKKKK!"
In a large tailored Mansion atop a broad grass clothed hill in the suburbs of Bayville, a kettle blew. And a boy sighed.
The chocolate haired lad reached over to silence the shrieking call of steam as he lifted the metal kettle into the air. He dipped the nozzle downward to let the steaming liquid pour sloppily into his pottery mug. Silently he watched as the water gushed into its destination, colliding with the small grains of coffee grounds. The water picking up each miniscule particle into a swirling tornado of water until each had dissolved into nothingness.
Sort of like my life. Scott supposed. Each and every one of us, caught up in the swirl and chaos of the world. Scott chuckled softly at the thought of all his teammates being compared to coffee of all things. Hah, what would jean think? Scott blushed a soft rose pink as he asked himself that. I really am insane! He concluded.
Taking his mind away from those thoughts, the teenager wrapped his slender, pale fingers around the cylindrical mug. Letting the warmth of the coffee seep into his own body. Scott could even begin to feel the tension and stress in his muscles begin to ease, slowly and steadily.
As he waited noiselessly, waiting for the grocery brand bagels he had put in the toaster to finish cooking, Scott relaxed. It felt good to do that, after so long. A full month with the new recruits and this morning was the first time yet he had had to himself. True, he had to wake up at 6:00 in the morning. An unholy time of day most teenagers never even glimpsed over the summer, but it was worth it. Oh yes the mutant smiled, worth it. No fighting over who got the last pop tart, no yelling across the halls, no wildly running children dashing everywhere and breaking stuff, and most importantly, no one taking HIS breakfast! Yes, life was looking up for the polo-clad boy.
His bagel would pop up any moment now. Yep, any moment now. And for once no one taking his-Scott paused with the shiny rim of his mug halfway to his pursed lips. His head cocked ever so slightly. With a widening of eyes, hidden beneath the ruby quartz as they were, and a slight drop of the mouth, Scott nearly cried out.
Down the banister the rush of wind blew, feathers floating down to land on the mahogany wood of the staircase. To anyone unacquainted with the mansion and its strange inhabitants, it would appear as though someone had let loose into the corridors of the house a swiftly flying hawk. An American Osprey to be exact. Mahogany brown and coconut flake white feathers flapped as the bird's 5-½ foot wingspan carried it through the halls. As it passed through the doorway leading to the kitchen, it furled its wings in just enough to make it through without touching a feather to any edge of the doorways narrow frame.
20 feet from the closely closing in spectacle, Scott didn't even notice as the toasted bagels popped up. Still clutching his floral clay mug in white knuckled hands, the broken hearted Scott mouthed one word. "No." In the halfhearted way in which one who knows it's no use to try, but tries any way, does.
If a bird's beak could be said to form a smile, this one would have a smirk to rival all. The osprey's wheat golden eyes gleamed, as it's scaly talons reached out to grab Scott's breakfast as it speed over the table and toaster. The lift was made and wings beating the bird flew up into the main hall, where the large front doors of the mansion stood. Soaring upward, the fish eating raptor landed on one of the railed walkways above, where it promptly dropped the bagel at its clawed feet. The change from bird to 16-year-old boy took barely a second.
The young man with the shoulder length, cinnamon brown hair laughed contentedly. Ave bit into the warm bagel.
Back in the kitchen Scott stared ahead, not having moved from the position he was in. A pathetic whimper came from the depths of his throat as he let his head drop to the table. Forehead connecting with cool marble. "Why me?"
....................................
"So, like, do you think Scott actually got his own breakfast this morning?" Kitty asked.
"What do you think?" Kenna replied, the look she gave her roommate quite obviously saying she knew Kitty needed no answer from her.
"Yeah, like, I know! I mean poor Scott, he like, hasn't gotten a break in like, forever!" Kitty chided. "Some things like, never change, you know?"
"I know how he feels" Kenna replied half-heartedly as she lay back on her bed to rest her head on the downy pillow.
Kenna's real name was actually McKenna Eve Russell. But most everyone called her Kenna. Kenna had been sharing the room with Kitty since she first came to the institute, 3 weeks ago. The professor had said that each of the new students where to be roommates with an old student. This was supposed to help them get "settled in" as he called it. Not that Kenna disagreed, it did help a lot. She really wasn't sure were she would be without Kitty for the first couple of days. Despite her want of Independence even she realized everybody needs someone to depend on occasionally. So far she was adjusting quite well, the professor's help with her power was very appreciated. She could make steam shoot out of the ground before, but had little control over it. To the point where when she was angry, not a rare occasion on her part, hot steam would erupt. Now she could suppress it and even control it's temperature, so as not to scald an innocent passerby.
"Well, at least Scott doesn't have a training session with Logan today!" Kitty exclaimed with a flourish of her dainty hands.
That brought McKenna's head up quick to say the least.
"Great. I completely forgot about that! I guess I gotta tell my friends from the Y I can't come to practice today." McKenna glared stubbornly as she talked.
Kitty raised an auburn eyebrow.
"Volleyball Kitty, volleyball."
"Oh."
"The last time we had a so called 'training session', I was stuck in bed for a whole day!" Kenna pointed to the various bluish-green bruises that decorated her arms and legs.
Kitty nodded in agreement "I like totally had to redo my nails after the rock climbing part."
The steam shooting girls rolled her eyes at the other's shallow remark. McKenna had enjoyed the rock climbing. Being naturally gifted in the sports department she had no problem in showing off her athletic skill. It was the fighting part she didn't like. It just felt.wrong.
"Well we still have 2 hours before Logan's living hell starts. We might as well make the most of it." McKenna stood as she lectured. Stretching her arms and legs, her muscles flexed slightly with the movement.
Kitty stood up, hoping down from her pink upholstered bed and heading toward the large Victorian dresser that held the two's clothing. "Totally"
Kenna tried not to laugh.
....................................
Two rooms down, one student sat on her dark, quilted bed, bare feet resting on the bed's wooden supports as she watched her roommate through sleepy eyes. Rogue pushed a pale white hair from her eyes. It promptly fell back into its former position again though. Holding back a frustrated growl she walked over to her roommate's bed again. For, what was it? Oh yes, the fourth time this morning! She lifted a black finger nailed hand over the girl's peacefully slumbering body as if to push the figure awake. But she stopped once again and stalked back the five or six steps to her own bed, plopping down again. So hard the mattress creaked as it bounced down then up at the weight placed on it. Rogue rested her elbow on her knee and her chin on her fish as she continued her pondering.
Rogue had been up for nearly an hour. Since 5:40 to be exact. Unable to sleep she brooded, tried to read a book, and then brooded some more. The book had been given to her by the now sleeping 15 year old. "The Anne's Guide to Dragons in Ancient History". She said it had lots of good dragons and other mythical critters for her to use.
That was why Rogue's new friend was here in the first place. Her mutant powers enabled her to shape shift in to any mythological, or fantastical creature she desired. As long as she knew a bit about it and knew well what it looked like. That had been explained to her by the aptly named Myth.
Her real name of course was Bethany Claire Salisbury, they had found her, well more precisely cerebro had found her, in the mountainous regions of Asheville, North Carolina. Far from any signs of habitation.
They had managed to catch her off guard, Rogue, Scott, Jean, and Logan. They were the ones the professor had sent to recruit the new mutant. She had been dragging a freshly slain deer carcass across the pine covered forest floor. The others had later found out this was how she got her food. Before the incident with her powers, she had lived in near the forest with her mother and father who both were accomplished woodsmen. They passed on their skills to their X-gene carrying daughter. Those skills including cooking, hunting, skinning, and the like.
She was taking it to her roughly, but efficiently, constructed shelter by a large rock formation that she called home. But what Rogue and the other recruiters had seen before them was not the straight blonde haired, blue eyed, nature-lover they had expected to find. But a large horse sized animal that shouldn't and couldn't possibly exist, standing before them looking quite as shocked as they themselves did. The gothic X- Man new the creature at first sight, shocked as she was.
"Gryphon?" She had said. A creature that stood as tall as a medium sized horse, quarter horse size, with a an eagles head and cruel beak, long tufted ears that moved at every sound, with flashing golden eyes that saw with unrivalled precision. A long crest of golden yellow and coppery brown feathers traveled down the neck to a lion-like body. It's forelegs ending in scaled talons, while its back legs were muscular imitations of a lion's. And a long catlike tail ended it off, swishing back and forth in annoyance. Of course most remarkably was the pair of eagle-like wings with an unbelievable span of shining feathers that she held folded at her sides.
As threatening as she first seemed, she joined in the end, explaining a little of her past and present to the professor. Not much though, for the professor didn't push her to hard. Rogue and the girl had bonded quickly one of the few people Bethany had decided to be open with; it was just her nature to act this way. They found a mutual love in Punk music and fiction. But they were different in many ways as well. For instance, while Rogue wore her emotions on her sleeve, expressing them in, well, emotional ways, Bethany preferred to hide hers with a smile.
Myth had been taken back to the cabin her parents had once inhabited with her before they left, and she picked up her CDs and clothing. She told Rogue her parents had left her the cabin. That was about all however.
Rogues eyes slid over Bethany's dozing form under the blankets. All that didn't matter right now she told herself. She'll open up when she's good and ready. Heck, ah took long enough. Rogue smiled softly to herself.
Unfortunately it really was time to wake her new friend up. They did have a session with Logan in 2 hours. The black and white haired teenager sighed as she hefted herself off the comfortable bed and onto her feet, where she walked to Myth's bedside for the last time.
AN: Hey y'all! I'm done with that chapter and almost done with the next, well I have Sentinel and Stone finished anyway! PLEASPLEASPLEASPLEASE review! Tell me what you think and whatever! Bye the way I am so sick of this messed up blocky chapter thing!@!