Spatial Blizzards Prologue
Comic book crossover with Ranma 1/2
by Naquiel

Disclaimer - Ranma, X-men Evolution, Marvel Entertainment and DC Comics don't belong to me so please don't sue. And I will be rehashing it quite extensively. Similar to what has been currently going on with 'Greater Power' except with mutants and meta-humans and not Mages and magicians. Please not that I will be drawing from all that I know, and then adding bits in. please, avid DC and Marvel fans, I mean no offence by my manipulations of the original plots, characters, etc.

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Prologue

"Daddy, Daddy don't." cried little Ranma as his father dragged his chained and tuna-smeared form towards the pit.
"It's for your own good, boy!" said the fat man, who claimed to be Ranma's father. "You will be the best martial artist the world has ever seen, if my name isn't Genma Saotome!"
"But daddy, please..." began the crying child before his father put his fist in the boy's gut.
"Shut up, ungrateful brat!" he picked up the boy and moved towards the pit. "Go and learn the technique before I make sure you'll never see 'Mommy' again!" he threw the small child into the air, and Ranma headed straight for the pit.
He was falling in, into Hell. Into a dark place where is body was cut, where waste and vomit and sickness surrounded him. He did the only thing he could do, try to express his fear, his anger, his feelings of betrayal, his anguish in the only way that was left to him.
"Aaarrr..."

"...gghhh." Screamed Storm as she sat up in her bed. The rain was falling outside, it's tears tapping lightly against the window panes. There was no pit; no large, fat man trying to hurt her; there were no, cats. There was only the room that she had lived in for the last few years.
She took one hand and ran it through her hair. The white silk parted gently to her fingers, the cackle of static electricity loud in the near silence, despite the tapping of the rain outside.
She had been having similar nightmares for the last few days now. She was a small boy, and her father was trying to get her into a pit of cats for some sadistic reasoning, he believed it would make her a great martial artist. Each dream was different, but the pain, the feelings, the anger, the fear, all of the emotions and sensation were as real as the blanket that covered her body and the outcome was always being thrown into that god- awful pit.
She couldn't stand it anymore. Why was she dreaming such a thing. She could think of no reason, but perhaps the Professor would be able to tell her what was wrong.

The next mourning Storm woke from a perfectly normal dream and got washed and dressed, ready for a new day. She wore her more reserved suits, a pair of navy blue trouser and dress-shirt combo, with a navy blue jacket.
She had just came out into the hall, when she was narrowly missed by her nephew's skateboard.
"Oh, sorry Aunt M! Are you okay?" asked Spike nervously.
Storm suddenly felt quite tired. "Please, could you take me to the Professor? I... I think I... need... him..." she slumped down onto the ground. Spike picked her up and jumped on his skateboard, heading straight for the Professor's office.

Professor Xavier was calmly signing a few documents, when Spike barged into the room, carrying Storm.
"Storm? What's happened, Spike?" asked the Professor, at his usual business-like briskness.
Spike relayed all that he knew to the Professor, equally quickly.
"Something bad is occurring. And not to Storm!" said the Professor quietly.