A/N: Sorry if this little old chapter took a while. I was on vacation! So
here is chapter 2, introducing sentinel (Jennifer) and stone (Jesse.) And
a little extra
Bad Dreams and Jealous Hearts
Jennifer Falls stood looking in all directions from her perch at the top of the impossibly high mountain. Her feet slightly apart and hands on her hips she scanned the horizon with round blue eyes. Her waist length brown curls hung limply at her back. No wind blew those soft strands now. No wind ever blew here
Surrounding her as far as her eyes could see were peaks identical to hers, purple- gray in hue, jutting out from the swiftly moving clouds that kept her from seeing what lay below. She knew not how far below her lay ground, perhaps there was none. Just peaks, reaching out into infinity.
But wait.there was something.yes! Over there! The rocky peak to her left held two figures standing hand in hand. A tall man with dark brown hair and loving eyes, a women beside him with short curls framing a European face. Both held their arm outstretched as if to catch her
"Momma! Poppa!" Jennifer cried out, holding back tears of joy from staining her lovely face.
Oh how she wanted them so! But as soon as they had appeared, they disappeared, dissipating into thin air.
"No!" Jennifer's cry resounded through the mountain peaks, shattering the air.
Through streaming tears Jennifer stared as, where the apparitions had formally appeared, a dark form came into being. She could see his face even from here. Dark cruel eyes stared back at her in a hard rigid face. A face she would never forget.
"Golith!" Her cry splintered the atmosphere.
A large rifle was propped by his side as he threw back his head and laughed. A sound so vile it made even the stones of the mountains shake. And shake they did. Shake, and crumble. And as they did Jennifer fell among the boulders and stones that had made up her impossible perch. Her eyes held not fear, but bloody fury.
Sentinel changed suddenly as she fell earthward, transforming her self into the likeness of a narrow winged albatross. She righted herself to escape the entourage of crushing stone as she flew skyward. She flapped her sea foam white wings fervently.
"Crack!" The sound of the rifle crack filled her ears and she lost her wings and her form to the shadowy form. She was just Jennifer again, and with the mocking laughter filling her ears, she fell downward like a ball of iron.
Her screams shook the clouds.
With a start the mutant codenamed Sentinel was up in her bed. Her eyes had flashed open to find herself not falling perpetually to her doom, but in the soothing white walled room she shared with her roommate. The red haired telepath, Jean Gray.
Sweat dripped from her furrowed brows as she raised a shaking hand to wipe a threatening tear away.
"Just a dream." She told herself softly. "Just another dream."
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Down below on the first floor of the shared "school" an average looking young man of 17 sat on a stool before a long antique dining table. His large calloused fingers seemed out of place as the gripped on to the silver spoon that stirred his cereal around. The flakes of oat and wheat cycled in their milky domain, as he ate.
The boy in the chair was Jesse David Custer. And of all the new recruits that had seemed to plague the mansion, he had been the first. In his worn but sturdy jeans and buckskin collared jacket, he was the very image of an honest, working class man. Black, thick-soled working boots covering his feet tapped in beat to an unheard rhythm.
He had heard the commotion that pesky Matt Tinker had caused this morning, taking poor Scott's well-earned breakfast.again. That's why he'd been up in the first place. Scott had tried his hardest to be quiet in his dressing at 6:00 in the morning, but no one could say Stone was a heavy sleeper. It didn't matter anyway, Jesse preferred the fresh and brilliant morning to the dreary drowsy night.
As he lifted the spoonful of food to his lips, his large black/brown eyes seemed to see nothing, not even the cereal. Jesse was defiantly thinking. He never considered himself extremely intelligent or handsome. Just average. Always average. Not super smart, but not stupid, not quick to anger or to friendliness. He was a slow methodical thinker who set about his ways with a decisive approach. He was not a rash thinker and found thinking things over and planning them out in his head destroyed mistakes or embarrassments before he could make them. Well most of them anyway.
He nearly blushed thinking about the incident with one of the new recruits he had had. McKenna her name was. He had commented on her hair. He had never seen such beautiful, straight, blonde hair in his life. He regretted the words the instant they passed his lips. It was so unlike him to blurt stuff out like that! Needless to say, he got a strange soft thank you, accompanied with a queer wrinkled brow for his trouble. He had shyly avoided her since.
He had never had much luck with girls, even before he had moved into the mansion four weeks ago. He remembered it clearly enough.
It was an ordinary day like any other when he discovered his so called powers. Jesse had come from your average working family. Raised an Alabama in a simple two bedroom house, he lived with his loving father and older brother. Both were electricians and passed there art down through to the eager Jesse. He enjoyed helping his family with their housework and it was no surprise to find him one Saturday assisting his father and brother Jake in the local grocery store. It was a small old building and its lighting system was crude and inefficient. The manager hired them to replace the outdated system with new wires and the like. So the threesome set to work.
He remembered it so clearly. Just a simple mistake in his wire cutting, and before he knew it the hissing electrical cables were on top of him, writhing in their 'death throws'. Jesse had sat there for a second. Amazed that he was alive the shocked, pale faced 15 year old teen rose from among the cables. He slowly raised his eyes to meet those of his shocked father and brother. They had all just stood there for a few minutes before his father walked over to his son.
"Perhaps we should go now. We'll come back tomorrow and finish." Jesse had nodded at his father's request. Still in a daze he rode home. All three new the impossibility of what had happened. By all rights Jesse should be dead. It was either a miracle or.
Of course each knew what had happened was not a miracle, but his loving father and devoted brother never deserted him. They helped him keep his secret, but it wasn't until Xavier had come for him nearly two years later that he learned the extent of his "gift" That he could actually absorb energy so to speak. Xavier had said he could "situate his body to a certain energy band", and then absorb whatever that energy was. So far he had absorbed only extreme heat or cold, or electricity. Physical energy was impossible to absorb. Once absorbed, Stone could use this energy to his own advantage, increasing his strength a great deal.
The more he practiced, the more stone could hold. So far the walking energy sponge could only increase his strength twice his normal ability. But only is a poor word to describe how much twice can be.
When up against forces such as Scott's eye lasers, or Hotspots scalding steam, he was invincible. If Scott hit him, Stone just sucked the blast up and kept going, stronger then ever. This would only happen in training sessions of course. Seeing as Scott and himself had gotten on quit well as roommates, partners, and friends.
"Speaking of which, I better get ready for the training session today, I barely got an hour before it starts!" Jesse prided himself on punctuality.
Picking up the half finished cereal, the hard working teenager plodded back toward the kitchen.
Well. I had planned on including the next part but, *sticks out tongue* you'll have to wait till the next chapter for Logan and the guys session! Well, pleasepleaseplease review! It's my fuel, sort of like sugar! Tell me anything you'd like your character to do if you want to or whether you like their portrayal. Till next time, adios!
Bad Dreams and Jealous Hearts
Jennifer Falls stood looking in all directions from her perch at the top of the impossibly high mountain. Her feet slightly apart and hands on her hips she scanned the horizon with round blue eyes. Her waist length brown curls hung limply at her back. No wind blew those soft strands now. No wind ever blew here
Surrounding her as far as her eyes could see were peaks identical to hers, purple- gray in hue, jutting out from the swiftly moving clouds that kept her from seeing what lay below. She knew not how far below her lay ground, perhaps there was none. Just peaks, reaching out into infinity.
But wait.there was something.yes! Over there! The rocky peak to her left held two figures standing hand in hand. A tall man with dark brown hair and loving eyes, a women beside him with short curls framing a European face. Both held their arm outstretched as if to catch her
"Momma! Poppa!" Jennifer cried out, holding back tears of joy from staining her lovely face.
Oh how she wanted them so! But as soon as they had appeared, they disappeared, dissipating into thin air.
"No!" Jennifer's cry resounded through the mountain peaks, shattering the air.
Through streaming tears Jennifer stared as, where the apparitions had formally appeared, a dark form came into being. She could see his face even from here. Dark cruel eyes stared back at her in a hard rigid face. A face she would never forget.
"Golith!" Her cry splintered the atmosphere.
A large rifle was propped by his side as he threw back his head and laughed. A sound so vile it made even the stones of the mountains shake. And shake they did. Shake, and crumble. And as they did Jennifer fell among the boulders and stones that had made up her impossible perch. Her eyes held not fear, but bloody fury.
Sentinel changed suddenly as she fell earthward, transforming her self into the likeness of a narrow winged albatross. She righted herself to escape the entourage of crushing stone as she flew skyward. She flapped her sea foam white wings fervently.
"Crack!" The sound of the rifle crack filled her ears and she lost her wings and her form to the shadowy form. She was just Jennifer again, and with the mocking laughter filling her ears, she fell downward like a ball of iron.
Her screams shook the clouds.
With a start the mutant codenamed Sentinel was up in her bed. Her eyes had flashed open to find herself not falling perpetually to her doom, but in the soothing white walled room she shared with her roommate. The red haired telepath, Jean Gray.
Sweat dripped from her furrowed brows as she raised a shaking hand to wipe a threatening tear away.
"Just a dream." She told herself softly. "Just another dream."
...................................
Down below on the first floor of the shared "school" an average looking young man of 17 sat on a stool before a long antique dining table. His large calloused fingers seemed out of place as the gripped on to the silver spoon that stirred his cereal around. The flakes of oat and wheat cycled in their milky domain, as he ate.
The boy in the chair was Jesse David Custer. And of all the new recruits that had seemed to plague the mansion, he had been the first. In his worn but sturdy jeans and buckskin collared jacket, he was the very image of an honest, working class man. Black, thick-soled working boots covering his feet tapped in beat to an unheard rhythm.
He had heard the commotion that pesky Matt Tinker had caused this morning, taking poor Scott's well-earned breakfast.again. That's why he'd been up in the first place. Scott had tried his hardest to be quiet in his dressing at 6:00 in the morning, but no one could say Stone was a heavy sleeper. It didn't matter anyway, Jesse preferred the fresh and brilliant morning to the dreary drowsy night.
As he lifted the spoonful of food to his lips, his large black/brown eyes seemed to see nothing, not even the cereal. Jesse was defiantly thinking. He never considered himself extremely intelligent or handsome. Just average. Always average. Not super smart, but not stupid, not quick to anger or to friendliness. He was a slow methodical thinker who set about his ways with a decisive approach. He was not a rash thinker and found thinking things over and planning them out in his head destroyed mistakes or embarrassments before he could make them. Well most of them anyway.
He nearly blushed thinking about the incident with one of the new recruits he had had. McKenna her name was. He had commented on her hair. He had never seen such beautiful, straight, blonde hair in his life. He regretted the words the instant they passed his lips. It was so unlike him to blurt stuff out like that! Needless to say, he got a strange soft thank you, accompanied with a queer wrinkled brow for his trouble. He had shyly avoided her since.
He had never had much luck with girls, even before he had moved into the mansion four weeks ago. He remembered it clearly enough.
It was an ordinary day like any other when he discovered his so called powers. Jesse had come from your average working family. Raised an Alabama in a simple two bedroom house, he lived with his loving father and older brother. Both were electricians and passed there art down through to the eager Jesse. He enjoyed helping his family with their housework and it was no surprise to find him one Saturday assisting his father and brother Jake in the local grocery store. It was a small old building and its lighting system was crude and inefficient. The manager hired them to replace the outdated system with new wires and the like. So the threesome set to work.
He remembered it so clearly. Just a simple mistake in his wire cutting, and before he knew it the hissing electrical cables were on top of him, writhing in their 'death throws'. Jesse had sat there for a second. Amazed that he was alive the shocked, pale faced 15 year old teen rose from among the cables. He slowly raised his eyes to meet those of his shocked father and brother. They had all just stood there for a few minutes before his father walked over to his son.
"Perhaps we should go now. We'll come back tomorrow and finish." Jesse had nodded at his father's request. Still in a daze he rode home. All three new the impossibility of what had happened. By all rights Jesse should be dead. It was either a miracle or.
Of course each knew what had happened was not a miracle, but his loving father and devoted brother never deserted him. They helped him keep his secret, but it wasn't until Xavier had come for him nearly two years later that he learned the extent of his "gift" That he could actually absorb energy so to speak. Xavier had said he could "situate his body to a certain energy band", and then absorb whatever that energy was. So far he had absorbed only extreme heat or cold, or electricity. Physical energy was impossible to absorb. Once absorbed, Stone could use this energy to his own advantage, increasing his strength a great deal.
The more he practiced, the more stone could hold. So far the walking energy sponge could only increase his strength twice his normal ability. But only is a poor word to describe how much twice can be.
When up against forces such as Scott's eye lasers, or Hotspots scalding steam, he was invincible. If Scott hit him, Stone just sucked the blast up and kept going, stronger then ever. This would only happen in training sessions of course. Seeing as Scott and himself had gotten on quit well as roommates, partners, and friends.
"Speaking of which, I better get ready for the training session today, I barely got an hour before it starts!" Jesse prided himself on punctuality.
Picking up the half finished cereal, the hard working teenager plodded back toward the kitchen.
Well. I had planned on including the next part but, *sticks out tongue* you'll have to wait till the next chapter for Logan and the guys session! Well, pleasepleaseplease review! It's my fuel, sort of like sugar! Tell me anything you'd like your character to do if you want to or whether you like their portrayal. Till next time, adios!