Author's Note: I've made as many references as I can to the X-men this chapter, but it's mostly about Bennet. Bennet is a guy, and I'm really sorry if I didn't make it that clear last chapter. I hope this explains a few things about my character, thought I really hadn't expected to take the story further than 1 chapter. So, heres hoping that you enjoy the story of his powers, laugh at all his little misunderstandings. And, if you do these things, that you will review about them.
Disclaimer: I'd like to thank Marvel for giving me the inspiration to come up with a character like Bennet and for temporarily providing Scott Summers, Jean Grey-Summers, Remy LeBeau, and Rogue LeBeau (though I am the one that married the last two off). I'll be sure to give them back when I'm done with them...just in time for the next issue of 'X-treme X-men' to come out. By then, I'll want to borrow them again.
((~EXCEPTION TO THE RULE Ch2: MIRRORS~
by Christy S.))
"Gimme a break, Bennett! Mirrors are for snotty girls!"
That´s what my best friend, Thalia Delaney, said to me in the 3rd grade. Ten years later, she joined some foreign legion. Thalia was always a tom-boy, and she didn´t think much of girls who weren´t.
But despite her criticism, I held a fascination for mirrors. I had a collection of them. That, and pieces of reflective glass. I couldn´t get enough of reflections. Not *my* reflections, per se, but just watching images glint off of one another.
So I went to work in a jewelry store. I loved gems, and there was no way I was going to work in one of those greasy restaurants like most young men my age. It was there that it happened.
A lady had walked into the store one day. Cute red-head. Her and her husband would come in often and buy things for each other. The husband´s a strange one. He´d acts as if he´d blow the house down if he so much as lowered those red shades of his. Another deranged inhabitant of the X-brand Institute.
But anyway, she walked in looking for a watch for the Christmas season. It was that time of the year. I was cold (heater wasn´t working well), distracted (Ever tried to run a jewelry store during the holiday season?), and long past my lunch break (two hours, if I remember precisely).
I was a little busy with one old scrooge who was trying to pay half the mark-down price of a really classy pair of cufflinks, and I didn´t get the chance to tell the lady that the watches she was looking for were right below her line of vision.
It was then that her eyes lit up. She walked over to the other side of the room to the exact same case that had been right under her nose! At least, that´s what it looked like. When walking over, she bumped into the `air´ in front of it. She turned around in confusion and saw the actual case right next to where I was bargaining with the old man. By the time that I glanced up again, she had turned around to see that the `mirror´ that had been reflecting the case, was no longer there!
It was then that I got a funny feeling in the back of my head; as though something strange, and almost painful had flared up, and died back down again. She then turned again and took a long hard look at me. It seemed as though she had felt it too.
I was scared by now, and so I looked away, and finally got the old guy to give a little, and heighten his price. I entered my well-earned bills into the register, and barely so much as blinked when the red-headed lady came up to pay for her husband´s Rolex.
I tried the same stunt back home in my apartment. I nearly scared myself to death when I got it to work. After that, I used my `mirror talents´, as I thought of them, to play a few tricks on my roommate. Once the fun went out of that, I just kept quiet about it. And I´m glad I did.
A few days after I stopped the pranks; me, my roommate, and a couple of his friends were watch the latest document on the Friends Of Humanity. They talked about what a great thing the FOH was doing, how any lowdown person could be some mutant in hiding, and how, if one was ever discovered, they should be slaughtered on sight. After talking about all the different kinds of `mutie scum´ they encountered, I came to realize that the strange things that had been happening to me, put me on that very list.
So now I fear for my life everyday. I worry that the FOH will find me. I worry that my friends will discover my abilities and reject me. I worry that people like that red-headed lady will point me out and expose me.
I envy people like that lady´s husband, who simply worry if the necklace they bought will go with their beloved´s coloring. I envy that old miser, who gripes about the price of his cufflinks being to high. I envy that cajun man, who has a beautiful girl who loves him enough to marry him, and scoffs at the price of a ring.
I envy all those X-institute people, with their limited cares and worries. And I wish every day that I were one of them.
Note: I know I already asked it of you all, but so you remember...REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I'd like to thank Marvel for giving me the inspiration to come up with a character like Bennet and for temporarily providing Scott Summers, Jean Grey-Summers, Remy LeBeau, and Rogue LeBeau (though I am the one that married the last two off). I'll be sure to give them back when I'm done with them...just in time for the next issue of 'X-treme X-men' to come out. By then, I'll want to borrow them again.
((~EXCEPTION TO THE RULE Ch2: MIRRORS~
by Christy S.))
"Gimme a break, Bennett! Mirrors are for snotty girls!"
That´s what my best friend, Thalia Delaney, said to me in the 3rd grade. Ten years later, she joined some foreign legion. Thalia was always a tom-boy, and she didn´t think much of girls who weren´t.
But despite her criticism, I held a fascination for mirrors. I had a collection of them. That, and pieces of reflective glass. I couldn´t get enough of reflections. Not *my* reflections, per se, but just watching images glint off of one another.
So I went to work in a jewelry store. I loved gems, and there was no way I was going to work in one of those greasy restaurants like most young men my age. It was there that it happened.
A lady had walked into the store one day. Cute red-head. Her and her husband would come in often and buy things for each other. The husband´s a strange one. He´d acts as if he´d blow the house down if he so much as lowered those red shades of his. Another deranged inhabitant of the X-brand Institute.
But anyway, she walked in looking for a watch for the Christmas season. It was that time of the year. I was cold (heater wasn´t working well), distracted (Ever tried to run a jewelry store during the holiday season?), and long past my lunch break (two hours, if I remember precisely).
I was a little busy with one old scrooge who was trying to pay half the mark-down price of a really classy pair of cufflinks, and I didn´t get the chance to tell the lady that the watches she was looking for were right below her line of vision.
It was then that her eyes lit up. She walked over to the other side of the room to the exact same case that had been right under her nose! At least, that´s what it looked like. When walking over, she bumped into the `air´ in front of it. She turned around in confusion and saw the actual case right next to where I was bargaining with the old man. By the time that I glanced up again, she had turned around to see that the `mirror´ that had been reflecting the case, was no longer there!
It was then that I got a funny feeling in the back of my head; as though something strange, and almost painful had flared up, and died back down again. She then turned again and took a long hard look at me. It seemed as though she had felt it too.
I was scared by now, and so I looked away, and finally got the old guy to give a little, and heighten his price. I entered my well-earned bills into the register, and barely so much as blinked when the red-headed lady came up to pay for her husband´s Rolex.
I tried the same stunt back home in my apartment. I nearly scared myself to death when I got it to work. After that, I used my `mirror talents´, as I thought of them, to play a few tricks on my roommate. Once the fun went out of that, I just kept quiet about it. And I´m glad I did.
A few days after I stopped the pranks; me, my roommate, and a couple of his friends were watch the latest document on the Friends Of Humanity. They talked about what a great thing the FOH was doing, how any lowdown person could be some mutant in hiding, and how, if one was ever discovered, they should be slaughtered on sight. After talking about all the different kinds of `mutie scum´ they encountered, I came to realize that the strange things that had been happening to me, put me on that very list.
So now I fear for my life everyday. I worry that the FOH will find me. I worry that my friends will discover my abilities and reject me. I worry that people like that red-headed lady will point me out and expose me.
I envy people like that lady´s husband, who simply worry if the necklace they bought will go with their beloved´s coloring. I envy that old miser, who gripes about the price of his cufflinks being to high. I envy that cajun man, who has a beautiful girl who loves him enough to marry him, and scoffs at the price of a ring.
I envy all those X-institute people, with their limited cares and worries. And I wish every day that I were one of them.
Note: I know I already asked it of you all, but so you remember...REVIEW!