Hello everybody! Did you miss me during this long Lent season? I missed
you! And it's really sad because for a while all my inspiration for this
fanfiction went down the tubes.
I seriously considered throwing it into the bottomless pit of unfinished fanfiction. But, then I re read all of the reviews for this and I knew that no matter what I have to finish this!*American flag waves in backgroud* With God as my witness I WILL finish this fiction!
Yeah. And, can I just list here some really great fanfictions that absolutely must be read?
1) Anything by the Black Rose. She writes mainly Gundam Wing fanfiction, with Heero and Relena as the main couple. Every single one of her fictions are entertaining, enlightening, thrilling, romantic, humorous, deep, and just perfection. I recommend reading everything she has written. Especially LOVE'S LABOUR LOST and ACROSS ENEMY LINES. Both of which she is working on with two other great writers: Luvspook and Stella. Excellent reads!
2) PAN by Punko McMac. It's intense, and there are some graphic scenes involving massive amounts of violence, but it is too great to pass up. If you're a fan of Peter Pan or not, this story takes on some exciting twists and it needs to be read.
3) Anything by the MOUSE. Her Card Captor Sakura story is romantic, thrilling and worth taking the time to read every word of it. And her Escaflowne fic. RETURN ah! I'm going to die waiting for it all to be uploaded. (Oh please hurry with the rest!)
4) Chelsee, oh my Lord! This girl is on fire! She hilarious, witty, dramatic, suspenseful....the list goes on. Her fan art is great also! There's a lot of emotion in everything she does, and she is soooooo intellegent!
"There are daggers in men's smiles" Macbeth (nothing to do with the fanfiction really, but it's still a good quote.)
Chapter 7
Rows of houses whizzed by his vision as he drove down the road. The sun had yet to break and the houses stood silent. Only an occasionaly light was on in a house, aside from that, it was dark and quiet.
David reached down for his cup of coffee while steering with the other hand. The hot liguid poured down his throat, the first thing he had drunk in the last 28 hours. He swished it around in his mouth for a few seconds, savoring the rich, chocolatety flavor before swallowing.
He set his cup down in it's holder and put both hands back on the steering wheel.
A country song came on the radio and he instantly turned down the volume. In the last ten years he had not had the courage to listen to that sort of music. That was what she always listened to.
Anything that had to do with her was burned from his memory. He shook his head and turned right.
The houses were beginging to become farther and few. Large maple trees were just begining to turn gold and red, and the leaves
scattered all over the streets. To his right was a large fenced area with a mansion sitting in the center. Large trees blocked off most of the property.
David shook his head, thinking of the rich family that must occupy the large estate. Once apon a time he had lived in a big house and had a family to share it with. But that was gone now and he could never get it back. One thing he could do was prevent any other person from going through what he did. That's all that he wanted, to never let a mutant hurt anyone ever again. Like one had hurt him.
And now the memories of all that he had flew to his vision.
A beautiful, tall, slender brown eyed, brown hair beauty. All that he wanted in a woman she was. She could listen, talk, argue, cook, clean, and understand most sports.
When his little girl was born she had been the best mother. And she had been so patient with him learning to be a daddy. And all that was gone.
The long walks in the park when the air was just starting to get cold but it was still warm enough to walk around in shorts and tank top. All the festivals, the first years of school, tea parties, and his baby girl were gone. It was all some sort of joke between him and fate. Once he finally found happiness it had to be snatched away.
Unconsciously he pressed harder on the gas pedal and speed down the abandoned streets.
And he was completely unaware of the events that were happening in the large house not even 100 yards from him.
Hank McCoy, now calling himself the Beast, pulled the last thread through the skin of the cringing boy in front of him. Using massive, blue fingers he tied a surgeon's knot and poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound to prevent any infection.
The boy, Remy, hissed and fought against the restraints that had become necessary to hold him at bay. With demonic eyes he glared up at Beast, showing all the contempt he felt.
"Don't even start. I could have let you bleed." He poured more hydrogen peroxide on for good measure and then dabbed at the remaining blood with some gauze. He picked up the needle, invisible thread, and bloody gauze from the table and threw them at the waste basket.
Though the cut had been deep it didn't hurt any internal structures and all that was required to fix it had been stiches. But in all likelyhood the boy was going through a lot of pain from the cuts.
The large, furry man turned from his patient to face another. Rogue was lying in bed, completely motionless.
Machines beeped out their electronic language, telling him what was going on within her. She was allright, according to them. Even better than she had been a few hours ago when he had first hooked her up to them. Logan's healing ability was certainly proving useful at this time. Cuts that would have lead to scars on her young face were already gone, or healing at an excelerated pace.
The paternal instincts in him that had been honed during his years of teaching swelled in him as he watch one of his more helpless students struggle to hold on. His first impulse was to reach out and brush away the white strands of hair from the slightly drenched brow, but it quickly died as he recalled her untouchable skin. Her white hair remained a mask hiding half of her face while he watched on.
Rogue had been one of his trouble students, as most of the x-men had been before he found out they were mutants. Like Evan, he could tell that the girl was intellegent, witty, and possessed skills that even she didn't know of yet. And the month or two he had lived here had let him see deeper into her persona. It was just the barrier that she forced between herself and other people that killed off any chance of relationship she might have.
He shook his large, furry head and glanced at the clock. Another day was coming up fast, bring with it a new range of possibilities, dangers, and chances of exposure. The Beast took a deep breath, sighed and went to the desk hiding in the corner. On it was a large manilla folder with blank pages longing to be filled. On the label was the name "Remy LeBeau".
The Beast sat his large frame down in the chair especially designed for him and began to write about the new student to the Xavier school for Gifted Youngsters.
'No, no, no!' Jean screamed over and over in her mind as she raced down the corridors of the mansion. She reached her room and promptly slammed the door behind her. She slid down the oak frame, pressing her palms into her eyes, trying to block the stream of tears that flowed.
It just wastn't fair. The only father figure she could really called her own, Professor Xavier, had just given a heated lecture to her! And what over; the Rogue. A freak even among the mutants that had been living at the institute for less than a year was actually being defended agianst herself!
Jean picked herself off the floor and ran her arm along the desk by her vanity. All the cute picture frames, flowers, homework, books, and cute teddy bears went flying onto the floor. With her telekanesis she moved the heavier furniture and sent it spinning in all directions. The noise of the crashing and banging must have alerted the other x-men, but it didn't matter to her.
SHE had been here the longest. HER and Scott were the first, original, best x-men. And with Storm, the Professor, and occasionaly Logan they had been fine!
Then, ever so slowly all of THEM had taken the attention from her, and it wasn't fair!
Now the professor blames her for correctly punishing the lying, traitor, gothic freak that was Rogue.
The redhead turned her gaze towards the bed and squinted her eyes. Reaching out her hand she levitated the four poster canopy bed a few feet in the air.
Twisting off the mental switch in her mind she dropped it to the floor. The wood paneling underneath it cracked and chiped under the force of the posts slamming into it. The dainty, white covers flew up and settled half on the bed, half on the floor.
The normally happy, quiet room settled into an eerie silence that permeated through every object in it. Jean, tired from the frustration, anguish, mental fatigue let her legs fall out from under her. She leaned her head against the cold wall, resting her tear stained cheek against the cool surface.
She couldn't tell how long she sat there, letting the tears flow, just listening to her heart beat, but when she finally got up she had come to a drastic decision.
The talented, beautiful, jealous telepath calmly stood, ran a hand over her wrinkled cloths and made for her closet. It was now obvious that a move was in order.
This was worse than the darkness that had overwhelmed her even less than an hour ago. In every direction was a pure, luminous white that over- flooded her visual senses. It was like looking into the sun, too painful to do for even a small amount of time.
Rogue closed her eyes, but the light still burned even there.
But Rogue was surprised that was the only pain she felt. She could breath, move, stand, talk without the throbbing pain in her body.
And even though that was great, Rogue knew that this all wasn't real. She knew what had actually happened to her, and that this...limbo she was lying in was simply an escape.
Or a prison. The vision of Jean's angered face flashed before her. Her mean, cold, green eyes were the last thing she had seen before she had found herself in this place. And the more the mutant thought about it the more this place seemed more fake.
In her regular dreams Rogue would only see herself from a distance, outside of her body. And there were always weird situations going on in her dreams. People changing shapes, flying, all these many elaborate plots played out in her head night after night.
And this place was void of everything. Rogue opened her eyes again, hoping that the brilliant light had faded away, but it had not. As soon as she opened her eyes her senses were bombarded with light.
She closed her eyes again and crossed her arms. Whatever the hell this place was, it was going to take a whole lot more than concentration to break out of.
He didn't expect the small operations room to be so filled with joyous laughter, but sure enough when he opened the door all of his team members where smiling, laughing, and some even dancing. David had to smile considering that the last time he had seen these people that had all been on the verge of a coma. He set his bags of donuts down on a nearby table and searched out his friend Sandra.
David found her hugging various people of the team and smiling brilliantly. As he approached her he felt congratulatory pats on the back from other friends. When he finally got to Sandra he found himself locked in her embrace. He smiled and patted her back then pushed her away.
"What's going on around here?"
Sandra was beaming, tossing her hair over her shoulders excitedly. This was an annoying habit that she had developed over her time working with him.
"We just got great news from headquarters. Not only are they pleased about our excellent work down here, but..." she paused leading him over to a computer, " They've also decided to send us an early Christmas present."
She pressed a button, making the screen blink and then view it's many open windows. On the open window he saw a piece of equipment that resembled a helmet with many wires sticking out of it.
He glanced at Sandra who was wearing a wide grin. David rolled his eyes.
"Soooo...? What is it supposed to be?"
Sandra sighed and pointed towards the screen.
"It's one of the greatest things that has ever happened to us, David." She pushed herself on top of the table and crossed her legs.
"We've known for a long time that mutants have a different "brain signal" than from normal human beings. And to some degree we could pick up on those signals, but...as you know these methods are both exspensive and not even close to pin point accuracy." Seeing the look on his face she decided to hurry up, "This thing, this marvelous God-sent piece of equipment can actually hone in on any mutant, within seconds, to their precise location. And, not only that, it can tell us what they're capable of."
She smiled at him, tossing her locks over her right shoulder.
David gazed down at the machine with a newfound respect. With this every mutant could be under control, locked up, or even annihilate every mutant in the entire country.
"When can we get one?"
"Today: at four o'clock. I think it's safe to say who's got first dibbs on this, huh?"
I seriously considered throwing it into the bottomless pit of unfinished fanfiction. But, then I re read all of the reviews for this and I knew that no matter what I have to finish this!*American flag waves in backgroud* With God as my witness I WILL finish this fiction!
Yeah. And, can I just list here some really great fanfictions that absolutely must be read?
1) Anything by the Black Rose. She writes mainly Gundam Wing fanfiction, with Heero and Relena as the main couple. Every single one of her fictions are entertaining, enlightening, thrilling, romantic, humorous, deep, and just perfection. I recommend reading everything she has written. Especially LOVE'S LABOUR LOST and ACROSS ENEMY LINES. Both of which she is working on with two other great writers: Luvspook and Stella. Excellent reads!
2) PAN by Punko McMac. It's intense, and there are some graphic scenes involving massive amounts of violence, but it is too great to pass up. If you're a fan of Peter Pan or not, this story takes on some exciting twists and it needs to be read.
3) Anything by the MOUSE. Her Card Captor Sakura story is romantic, thrilling and worth taking the time to read every word of it. And her Escaflowne fic. RETURN ah! I'm going to die waiting for it all to be uploaded. (Oh please hurry with the rest!)
4) Chelsee, oh my Lord! This girl is on fire! She hilarious, witty, dramatic, suspenseful....the list goes on. Her fan art is great also! There's a lot of emotion in everything she does, and she is soooooo intellegent!
"There are daggers in men's smiles" Macbeth (nothing to do with the fanfiction really, but it's still a good quote.)
Chapter 7
Rows of houses whizzed by his vision as he drove down the road. The sun had yet to break and the houses stood silent. Only an occasionaly light was on in a house, aside from that, it was dark and quiet.
David reached down for his cup of coffee while steering with the other hand. The hot liguid poured down his throat, the first thing he had drunk in the last 28 hours. He swished it around in his mouth for a few seconds, savoring the rich, chocolatety flavor before swallowing.
He set his cup down in it's holder and put both hands back on the steering wheel.
A country song came on the radio and he instantly turned down the volume. In the last ten years he had not had the courage to listen to that sort of music. That was what she always listened to.
Anything that had to do with her was burned from his memory. He shook his head and turned right.
The houses were beginging to become farther and few. Large maple trees were just begining to turn gold and red, and the leaves
scattered all over the streets. To his right was a large fenced area with a mansion sitting in the center. Large trees blocked off most of the property.
David shook his head, thinking of the rich family that must occupy the large estate. Once apon a time he had lived in a big house and had a family to share it with. But that was gone now and he could never get it back. One thing he could do was prevent any other person from going through what he did. That's all that he wanted, to never let a mutant hurt anyone ever again. Like one had hurt him.
And now the memories of all that he had flew to his vision.
A beautiful, tall, slender brown eyed, brown hair beauty. All that he wanted in a woman she was. She could listen, talk, argue, cook, clean, and understand most sports.
When his little girl was born she had been the best mother. And she had been so patient with him learning to be a daddy. And all that was gone.
The long walks in the park when the air was just starting to get cold but it was still warm enough to walk around in shorts and tank top. All the festivals, the first years of school, tea parties, and his baby girl were gone. It was all some sort of joke between him and fate. Once he finally found happiness it had to be snatched away.
Unconsciously he pressed harder on the gas pedal and speed down the abandoned streets.
And he was completely unaware of the events that were happening in the large house not even 100 yards from him.
Hank McCoy, now calling himself the Beast, pulled the last thread through the skin of the cringing boy in front of him. Using massive, blue fingers he tied a surgeon's knot and poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound to prevent any infection.
The boy, Remy, hissed and fought against the restraints that had become necessary to hold him at bay. With demonic eyes he glared up at Beast, showing all the contempt he felt.
"Don't even start. I could have let you bleed." He poured more hydrogen peroxide on for good measure and then dabbed at the remaining blood with some gauze. He picked up the needle, invisible thread, and bloody gauze from the table and threw them at the waste basket.
Though the cut had been deep it didn't hurt any internal structures and all that was required to fix it had been stiches. But in all likelyhood the boy was going through a lot of pain from the cuts.
The large, furry man turned from his patient to face another. Rogue was lying in bed, completely motionless.
Machines beeped out their electronic language, telling him what was going on within her. She was allright, according to them. Even better than she had been a few hours ago when he had first hooked her up to them. Logan's healing ability was certainly proving useful at this time. Cuts that would have lead to scars on her young face were already gone, or healing at an excelerated pace.
The paternal instincts in him that had been honed during his years of teaching swelled in him as he watch one of his more helpless students struggle to hold on. His first impulse was to reach out and brush away the white strands of hair from the slightly drenched brow, but it quickly died as he recalled her untouchable skin. Her white hair remained a mask hiding half of her face while he watched on.
Rogue had been one of his trouble students, as most of the x-men had been before he found out they were mutants. Like Evan, he could tell that the girl was intellegent, witty, and possessed skills that even she didn't know of yet. And the month or two he had lived here had let him see deeper into her persona. It was just the barrier that she forced between herself and other people that killed off any chance of relationship she might have.
He shook his large, furry head and glanced at the clock. Another day was coming up fast, bring with it a new range of possibilities, dangers, and chances of exposure. The Beast took a deep breath, sighed and went to the desk hiding in the corner. On it was a large manilla folder with blank pages longing to be filled. On the label was the name "Remy LeBeau".
The Beast sat his large frame down in the chair especially designed for him and began to write about the new student to the Xavier school for Gifted Youngsters.
'No, no, no!' Jean screamed over and over in her mind as she raced down the corridors of the mansion. She reached her room and promptly slammed the door behind her. She slid down the oak frame, pressing her palms into her eyes, trying to block the stream of tears that flowed.
It just wastn't fair. The only father figure she could really called her own, Professor Xavier, had just given a heated lecture to her! And what over; the Rogue. A freak even among the mutants that had been living at the institute for less than a year was actually being defended agianst herself!
Jean picked herself off the floor and ran her arm along the desk by her vanity. All the cute picture frames, flowers, homework, books, and cute teddy bears went flying onto the floor. With her telekanesis she moved the heavier furniture and sent it spinning in all directions. The noise of the crashing and banging must have alerted the other x-men, but it didn't matter to her.
SHE had been here the longest. HER and Scott were the first, original, best x-men. And with Storm, the Professor, and occasionaly Logan they had been fine!
Then, ever so slowly all of THEM had taken the attention from her, and it wasn't fair!
Now the professor blames her for correctly punishing the lying, traitor, gothic freak that was Rogue.
The redhead turned her gaze towards the bed and squinted her eyes. Reaching out her hand she levitated the four poster canopy bed a few feet in the air.
Twisting off the mental switch in her mind she dropped it to the floor. The wood paneling underneath it cracked and chiped under the force of the posts slamming into it. The dainty, white covers flew up and settled half on the bed, half on the floor.
The normally happy, quiet room settled into an eerie silence that permeated through every object in it. Jean, tired from the frustration, anguish, mental fatigue let her legs fall out from under her. She leaned her head against the cold wall, resting her tear stained cheek against the cool surface.
She couldn't tell how long she sat there, letting the tears flow, just listening to her heart beat, but when she finally got up she had come to a drastic decision.
The talented, beautiful, jealous telepath calmly stood, ran a hand over her wrinkled cloths and made for her closet. It was now obvious that a move was in order.
This was worse than the darkness that had overwhelmed her even less than an hour ago. In every direction was a pure, luminous white that over- flooded her visual senses. It was like looking into the sun, too painful to do for even a small amount of time.
Rogue closed her eyes, but the light still burned even there.
But Rogue was surprised that was the only pain she felt. She could breath, move, stand, talk without the throbbing pain in her body.
And even though that was great, Rogue knew that this all wasn't real. She knew what had actually happened to her, and that this...limbo she was lying in was simply an escape.
Or a prison. The vision of Jean's angered face flashed before her. Her mean, cold, green eyes were the last thing she had seen before she had found herself in this place. And the more the mutant thought about it the more this place seemed more fake.
In her regular dreams Rogue would only see herself from a distance, outside of her body. And there were always weird situations going on in her dreams. People changing shapes, flying, all these many elaborate plots played out in her head night after night.
And this place was void of everything. Rogue opened her eyes again, hoping that the brilliant light had faded away, but it had not. As soon as she opened her eyes her senses were bombarded with light.
She closed her eyes again and crossed her arms. Whatever the hell this place was, it was going to take a whole lot more than concentration to break out of.
He didn't expect the small operations room to be so filled with joyous laughter, but sure enough when he opened the door all of his team members where smiling, laughing, and some even dancing. David had to smile considering that the last time he had seen these people that had all been on the verge of a coma. He set his bags of donuts down on a nearby table and searched out his friend Sandra.
David found her hugging various people of the team and smiling brilliantly. As he approached her he felt congratulatory pats on the back from other friends. When he finally got to Sandra he found himself locked in her embrace. He smiled and patted her back then pushed her away.
"What's going on around here?"
Sandra was beaming, tossing her hair over her shoulders excitedly. This was an annoying habit that she had developed over her time working with him.
"We just got great news from headquarters. Not only are they pleased about our excellent work down here, but..." she paused leading him over to a computer, " They've also decided to send us an early Christmas present."
She pressed a button, making the screen blink and then view it's many open windows. On the open window he saw a piece of equipment that resembled a helmet with many wires sticking out of it.
He glanced at Sandra who was wearing a wide grin. David rolled his eyes.
"Soooo...? What is it supposed to be?"
Sandra sighed and pointed towards the screen.
"It's one of the greatest things that has ever happened to us, David." She pushed herself on top of the table and crossed her legs.
"We've known for a long time that mutants have a different "brain signal" than from normal human beings. And to some degree we could pick up on those signals, but...as you know these methods are both exspensive and not even close to pin point accuracy." Seeing the look on his face she decided to hurry up, "This thing, this marvelous God-sent piece of equipment can actually hone in on any mutant, within seconds, to their precise location. And, not only that, it can tell us what they're capable of."
She smiled at him, tossing her locks over her right shoulder.
David gazed down at the machine with a newfound respect. With this every mutant could be under control, locked up, or even annihilate every mutant in the entire country.
"When can we get one?"
"Today: at four o'clock. I think it's safe to say who's got first dibbs on this, huh?"