Disclaimer: You know those things that go before all fanfiction, and other fan works? This would be
another one of those. I don't own nothin'
Not so much Gambit at all in this one. Well, no dialouge, but we will have some Gambi-rific moments
coming up soon. Let me know how I'm doing! Thanx!
Chapter 3
The night of the accident was the night that changed the young mans' life forever. He would always remember
how the car would swerve and fall off the narrow mountain road.
When he saw his mother and step-father lying in the car, with blood covering their clothes it was too much. He saw
his then three year old half-brother lying in the back, also not moving. Without knowing what he was doing he let out a
pyhscic blast. Trees, rocks and anything around him suddenly flew into the air and hovered before falling right back down.
The car that held his family inside was pushed a few feet along the moutain landscape.
After a few minutes everything calmed down and the boy fell to the ground. He found that he couldn't control his legs.
He couldn't even feel them.
Charles had cried for many minutes that night and finally passed out from exhaustion.
When the rescue workers had found the car they found the boy huddled by the back door. His brother was lying right by his side.
It seemed as if the phycic blast was enough to bring him back from death. It was too late for his parents.
That's why he hates me, Charles thought as he rolled through the halls. He thinks that I could have saved them. But I couldn't.
Xavier remembered the night of the accident whenever he thought of his brother, or whenver he found himself pushing his wheelchair
telepathically. To be more precise: he always thought of his lost family.
He shook his head and tried to focus on the problem at hand: Rogue.
When she hadn't shown up for dinner, he had logged on to Cerebro. Her mind was extremly difficult to find. But once he had he could
clearly tell it was going through severe distress.
The proffesor had sent his leading X-men to her location over ten minutes ago. Cyclops, Shadowcat, and Wolverine took the jeep and had
headed down to Main Street.
As he came to a corner he heard the voices of some of his students he came to a stop.
Even, Jean, and Kurt stared down at him.
"Professor, what's going on with Rogue?" Evan always was the one to get strait to the point.
Xavier crossed his hands and leaned his chin on them. "It seems Rogue got into a bit of trouble." the three gasped.
"She seemed troubled. I couldn't pick up on her thoughts for some reason."
'Proffesor.'
Scott was calling out to him. He placed his fingers on his temples and closed his eyes. The young mutants mind reached
out to his own. He seemed deeply distraught. But why?
He tried to pick up on Kitty's thoughts but they seemed too frazzled and chaotic to read.
With Logan it was easy. The man always seemed to be calm and collected. Besides that, the proffesor had known
him for many years and could easily pick up on anything he was thinking about.
Now he appeared to be focusing on Rogue...and a boy.
'What's going on Logan?'
'It's Rogue. She's beaten up. It's bad.'
'Was it the Brotherhood?'
Logan seemed to mentally laugh, "Those clowns couldn't stand up to Rogue. No, we've got the punk that did it
right with us. We took him down. We can lock him up as soon as we get back.'
'Wait just a minute... is this boy a mutant?'
'Yeah, the kid's got a nasty little trick up his sleeves too. I'm already at the gates.'
'Allright, I'll meet you down in the infirmary in a minute.'
The proffesor openned his eyes and looked at his pupils." You all, follow me. They are bringing Rogue in."
When Xavier's gifted youngsters filed into the medical wing of the underground headquarters there was a heavy cloud of suspense
and anxiety in the room. The proffesor only gathered the entire population of the school if there was
some serious business to attend to.
Logan and Ororo were standing off to the side and watching the students as they settled. It was obvious to
everyone that she was doing everythign in her power to keep from crying.
The newer, younger students were whispering to themselves about what was going on. Some speculated a
new set of restrictions, or a new punishment for bad behavior. A few of the girls were talking in
giggly voices about the posibility of a new, hot, guy recruit.
Jean, Scott, Kitty, Evan, and Kurt stayed huddled together. They knew what his meeting was about.
Scott held Jean around the shoulders and Even and Kurt were keeping an eye on an obviously emotional Kitty.
"No matter what guys, we have to stay collected for the rest of the team, "Scott murmered in a serious voice.
All eyes turned to the front as the Proffesor wheeled himself in. He looked at all of his pupils with a stern,
tired face.
"I have gathered you all here because of a serious matter. One of our own was attacked today. And though
we have who we believe is the culprit in custody. Untill we can establish for sure if this was a direct attack on
mutants I want you all to follow Level 4 security measures." there was a small moan, but the proffesor pressed
on, "This means no social events until further notice. You will go to school, and come back to the institute.
'You are never to be alone. When you are returning to the institute you will always be in a group of five or
more. You all will be assigned communicators."
He looked once more around at the faces of his students. The majority of them looked mad, while the few faces
that weren't pouting were looking worried.
'Are there any questions?"
Most of the students shook their heads, but one stepped forward: ice-man. Bobby.
"What happened today Proffesor?"
"Rogue was attacked. She's in serious condition."
Bobby nodded: "Is it allright If I visit her?"
The proffesor smiled.
"You may visit her. But only a few at a time. And do try not to wake her." he nodded, "Allright, you are dismissed."
After the two boys's memories had been readjusted, the men moved to Duncan. They didn't seem at all suspicions wearing
jeans and wrinkled tops. These special workers knew that black outifts or their ususal stiff, black suits would attract attention
in this small, casual town.
One of the men moved over to Duncan and forcefully opened his left eye. The kid would be out for a while, which worked
perfectly fine with this mans' plans.
"Hand my the machine." he spoke to one of his other comrades.
A smaller man nodded and handed the man a small box of metal. In actuality it looked everything like a simplistic walkman.
There was a set of headphones plugged into it. On this side were a few buttons and on the smooth surface of the front was what
appeared to be a computer screen.
He set the head phones on the boy's ears and pushed one of the black buttons. Within seconds the machine was making
a whirr noise and the screen was blinking with light. A serious of scrambled letters, numbers, and strange, swirling symbols
came up but the man seemed to understand what it all meant.
"All right, after we take care of this one we need to find a few more students and fix their memories." he looked at
his other teams members, as if sizing them up.
"Sandra, you take the girls. Anderson, you and me will handle the few boys that saw Duncan grab the girl. After that we
meet up at the base."
As the team confirmed the leader smiled inwardly. Thank God for the small size of this town. Whenever he had to take care
of big cities it always turned into a huge, month long affair. This would take the remainder of the night.
He looked down at the boy and smiled. Blond hair, muscular, an obvious athlete. He looked like the epitimy of teenage
perfection. All in all the man felt like he was looking at a younger version of himself. A perfect, American teen.
No mutations, no freak of nature. That was the ideal his comrades worked for. And, if his sources were correct, a major
organization of mutants was located within this very small town. It was hinted within his organization that if he took down
this place that a large population of freaks would be at his disposal. Maybe he could at last return back to his wife.
Back to his long-awaited normalacy.
With no links to his past, or any concrete evidence on who had so skrewed up his life, it was hard for Logan to get attached to
anyone. But here, at the Institute, he felt obliged to teach, and protect the children. And as he looked down at Rogue he
couldn't help but feel guilty.
Her already pale skin was shaded in patches of blues, purples, and reds. Covering her face were small scratches, dotting her
face with spots of dark, red, dried blood.
The arms that were usually hidden behind layers of clothing were covered in large bundles of fiberglass casting. Her leg's
and the majority of her torso were also covered with white guaze.
Her face had been wiped clean of the dark makeup and she looked deceptively peaceful sleeping in that hospital room.
But Logan knew better. His heightened senses picked up the small movements of her eyelids and the chaotic increase and decrease
of her heart rate. Every little twitch was marked by pain.
Shaking his head he walked out of the small room that held her. He wanted to make sure that the one they had captured
was locked up and having a miserable time.
another one of those. I don't own nothin'
Not so much Gambit at all in this one. Well, no dialouge, but we will have some Gambi-rific moments
coming up soon. Let me know how I'm doing! Thanx!
Chapter 3
The night of the accident was the night that changed the young mans' life forever. He would always remember
how the car would swerve and fall off the narrow mountain road.
When he saw his mother and step-father lying in the car, with blood covering their clothes it was too much. He saw
his then three year old half-brother lying in the back, also not moving. Without knowing what he was doing he let out a
pyhscic blast. Trees, rocks and anything around him suddenly flew into the air and hovered before falling right back down.
The car that held his family inside was pushed a few feet along the moutain landscape.
After a few minutes everything calmed down and the boy fell to the ground. He found that he couldn't control his legs.
He couldn't even feel them.
Charles had cried for many minutes that night and finally passed out from exhaustion.
When the rescue workers had found the car they found the boy huddled by the back door. His brother was lying right by his side.
It seemed as if the phycic blast was enough to bring him back from death. It was too late for his parents.
That's why he hates me, Charles thought as he rolled through the halls. He thinks that I could have saved them. But I couldn't.
Xavier remembered the night of the accident whenever he thought of his brother, or whenver he found himself pushing his wheelchair
telepathically. To be more precise: he always thought of his lost family.
He shook his head and tried to focus on the problem at hand: Rogue.
When she hadn't shown up for dinner, he had logged on to Cerebro. Her mind was extremly difficult to find. But once he had he could
clearly tell it was going through severe distress.
The proffesor had sent his leading X-men to her location over ten minutes ago. Cyclops, Shadowcat, and Wolverine took the jeep and had
headed down to Main Street.
As he came to a corner he heard the voices of some of his students he came to a stop.
Even, Jean, and Kurt stared down at him.
"Professor, what's going on with Rogue?" Evan always was the one to get strait to the point.
Xavier crossed his hands and leaned his chin on them. "It seems Rogue got into a bit of trouble." the three gasped.
"She seemed troubled. I couldn't pick up on her thoughts for some reason."
'Proffesor.'
Scott was calling out to him. He placed his fingers on his temples and closed his eyes. The young mutants mind reached
out to his own. He seemed deeply distraught. But why?
He tried to pick up on Kitty's thoughts but they seemed too frazzled and chaotic to read.
With Logan it was easy. The man always seemed to be calm and collected. Besides that, the proffesor had known
him for many years and could easily pick up on anything he was thinking about.
Now he appeared to be focusing on Rogue...and a boy.
'What's going on Logan?'
'It's Rogue. She's beaten up. It's bad.'
'Was it the Brotherhood?'
Logan seemed to mentally laugh, "Those clowns couldn't stand up to Rogue. No, we've got the punk that did it
right with us. We took him down. We can lock him up as soon as we get back.'
'Wait just a minute... is this boy a mutant?'
'Yeah, the kid's got a nasty little trick up his sleeves too. I'm already at the gates.'
'Allright, I'll meet you down in the infirmary in a minute.'
The proffesor openned his eyes and looked at his pupils." You all, follow me. They are bringing Rogue in."
When Xavier's gifted youngsters filed into the medical wing of the underground headquarters there was a heavy cloud of suspense
and anxiety in the room. The proffesor only gathered the entire population of the school if there was
some serious business to attend to.
Logan and Ororo were standing off to the side and watching the students as they settled. It was obvious to
everyone that she was doing everythign in her power to keep from crying.
The newer, younger students were whispering to themselves about what was going on. Some speculated a
new set of restrictions, or a new punishment for bad behavior. A few of the girls were talking in
giggly voices about the posibility of a new, hot, guy recruit.
Jean, Scott, Kitty, Evan, and Kurt stayed huddled together. They knew what his meeting was about.
Scott held Jean around the shoulders and Even and Kurt were keeping an eye on an obviously emotional Kitty.
"No matter what guys, we have to stay collected for the rest of the team, "Scott murmered in a serious voice.
All eyes turned to the front as the Proffesor wheeled himself in. He looked at all of his pupils with a stern,
tired face.
"I have gathered you all here because of a serious matter. One of our own was attacked today. And though
we have who we believe is the culprit in custody. Untill we can establish for sure if this was a direct attack on
mutants I want you all to follow Level 4 security measures." there was a small moan, but the proffesor pressed
on, "This means no social events until further notice. You will go to school, and come back to the institute.
'You are never to be alone. When you are returning to the institute you will always be in a group of five or
more. You all will be assigned communicators."
He looked once more around at the faces of his students. The majority of them looked mad, while the few faces
that weren't pouting were looking worried.
'Are there any questions?"
Most of the students shook their heads, but one stepped forward: ice-man. Bobby.
"What happened today Proffesor?"
"Rogue was attacked. She's in serious condition."
Bobby nodded: "Is it allright If I visit her?"
The proffesor smiled.
"You may visit her. But only a few at a time. And do try not to wake her." he nodded, "Allright, you are dismissed."
After the two boys's memories had been readjusted, the men moved to Duncan. They didn't seem at all suspicions wearing
jeans and wrinkled tops. These special workers knew that black outifts or their ususal stiff, black suits would attract attention
in this small, casual town.
One of the men moved over to Duncan and forcefully opened his left eye. The kid would be out for a while, which worked
perfectly fine with this mans' plans.
"Hand my the machine." he spoke to one of his other comrades.
A smaller man nodded and handed the man a small box of metal. In actuality it looked everything like a simplistic walkman.
There was a set of headphones plugged into it. On this side were a few buttons and on the smooth surface of the front was what
appeared to be a computer screen.
He set the head phones on the boy's ears and pushed one of the black buttons. Within seconds the machine was making
a whirr noise and the screen was blinking with light. A serious of scrambled letters, numbers, and strange, swirling symbols
came up but the man seemed to understand what it all meant.
"All right, after we take care of this one we need to find a few more students and fix their memories." he looked at
his other teams members, as if sizing them up.
"Sandra, you take the girls. Anderson, you and me will handle the few boys that saw Duncan grab the girl. After that we
meet up at the base."
As the team confirmed the leader smiled inwardly. Thank God for the small size of this town. Whenever he had to take care
of big cities it always turned into a huge, month long affair. This would take the remainder of the night.
He looked down at the boy and smiled. Blond hair, muscular, an obvious athlete. He looked like the epitimy of teenage
perfection. All in all the man felt like he was looking at a younger version of himself. A perfect, American teen.
No mutations, no freak of nature. That was the ideal his comrades worked for. And, if his sources were correct, a major
organization of mutants was located within this very small town. It was hinted within his organization that if he took down
this place that a large population of freaks would be at his disposal. Maybe he could at last return back to his wife.
Back to his long-awaited normalacy.
With no links to his past, or any concrete evidence on who had so skrewed up his life, it was hard for Logan to get attached to
anyone. But here, at the Institute, he felt obliged to teach, and protect the children. And as he looked down at Rogue he
couldn't help but feel guilty.
Her already pale skin was shaded in patches of blues, purples, and reds. Covering her face were small scratches, dotting her
face with spots of dark, red, dried blood.
The arms that were usually hidden behind layers of clothing were covered in large bundles of fiberglass casting. Her leg's
and the majority of her torso were also covered with white guaze.
Her face had been wiped clean of the dark makeup and she looked deceptively peaceful sleeping in that hospital room.
But Logan knew better. His heightened senses picked up the small movements of her eyelids and the chaotic increase and decrease
of her heart rate. Every little twitch was marked by pain.
Shaking his head he walked out of the small room that held her. He wanted to make sure that the one they had captured
was locked up and having a miserable time.