Chapter 167,892...or just 9
*BUZZ*BUZZ*BUZZ*
She threw the covers off of her legs and bolted out of bed. Rubbing her arms for warmth she reached under the bed and grabbed the box with all of her equipment.
The black leotard that covered her from neck to toe slid easily over her body and the leather gloves made a scrunching noise as she pulled them on. The green chest protector was always a task getting on, but she managed it and pulled on the stretchy fabric beneath it to remove any creases.
The yellow boots were the last thing she put on. This was her favorite part of the outfit because it was the one piece Proffesor Xavier had allowed her to pick out. Yellow usually wasn't her favorite color, but it was her one conduit and she had stuck with it. The result was a mad clash of black, green, red, and yellow topped off by the white and crimson-brown of her hair.
She stretched a bit, allowing the stiff suit to settle more comfortably then turned on her heel towards the door.
As she opened the door light flooded the dark room.
Suddenly the floor seemed to push and pull her feet and the ground rose up to smack her face.
The familiar posters and carpet, the bed and all of Kitty's cute little animals faded into oblivion and left the bewildered girl suspeneded, once again, in the blank void of light.
Rogue pressed her hands to her head, pushing back the pain that flooded in and out.
"Noooo! Stop!!"
The pain left but the light that surrounded her burned on and held her in it's endless suspension. The light neither faded, nor grew brighter but still Rogue had to fight to keep her eyes open.
Over and over again she tried running threw different scenarios in her head, winding down mental paths trying to think of any way she could escape.
All roads led to nowhere and the throbbing in her head came and went, taunting her with feeling in the senseless abyss.
Rogue concentrated trying to bring herself back to the comfortable image of her room, thinking back to whatever she might have done that caused the false reality.
One thing she could figure out, in the lack of knowing nothing, that Jean was to blame. And it might be left to the red-headed priss to
get her out again.
David slammed the door open and marched over to his special area of the room. The occupants stared up in shock at their leader and followed him with their eyes until he sat down near a group of workers in the corner.
Sandra greeted him with a smile, but it was soon wiped away when she saw the look on his face.
"Uh...hi Dave." He brushed her asided and focused on the group next to them.
A team of four techincians were working hard on what appeared to be a helmet with many various wires protruding from any available area. The pulled, pushed, pryed and punched buttons, knobs and wires into any edivice where they might fit.
The four's work became tense when they all noticed the watchful pair of eyes glaring at the prototype.
"Is it done yet?"
Sandra, noticing the destressed look of the technicians pulled David away and glared at him in the eye. Her friend, Joe, was walking toward them with a determind look on his face but she held up a hand to stop him from talking.
"Listen, Dave, what's the matter with you?" she put a hand on his arm.
Joe poked her in the arm, "Sandra..."
She shooed him away with her hand and remained focused on David.
"You look like your ready to kill."
"Sandra..."
"I don't want to talk about it now, Sandy."
All right, she thought to herself, he's not using my full name.
"Well, with the Mutant Radar( the name she came up with herself) ready to go in three hours you have to have a good head on your shoulders."
"Sandra, this is kindof import..."
"Three hours?" the veins in his forehead throbbed even more, "I need this done now."
"If either of you would please listen..."
Sandra put her hands on her hips, "Well, sorry to tell ya this, but we need more time for this sort of stuff to work properly."
"This will just take a sec-"
"What??!!" Both David and Sandra turned to look at the irksome Joe. He jumped back a bit at their outburst but smoothed down his jacket and presented them each with a manilla folder.
"The blood test has come back!"
David rolled his eyes and threw the folder on a nearby desk. Sandra, however, thumbed through the papers, perusing over each page for a short while. Sandra stopped at a page with a picture of David paperclipped to it. She pulled it from the rest and read it over.
Her eyes widened and she looked up to Joe.
"Are you serious?"
He nodded, "It's that close of a match..."
David looked back to the two of them, rubbing a hand through his hair.
"What are you two talking about?"
Sandra passed the paper to him.
"David...the blood work is in...according to DNA tests you could be this mutants father."
He simply through down the paper with his folder and turned his back to them, and continued to watch the progress of the machine.
"I will never be the father of a mutant."
Shaking his head in disgust he headed back out of the door he had entered not five minutes ago.
Sandra and Joe were left staring at the forgotten pages on the desk.
~~~
{Author's Insert: I would just like to take the time to say(write) how dissapointed I was with "Day of Reckoning". Aside from the long-awaited arrival of one of my favorite characters(REMY IS HOT!) Ah-hem...it was pretty crappy. It didn't have a plot so much as an extreme desire to give more and more questions that seem like they will never be answered. It didn't really seem like there was any point to the hour-long episode other than to toy with the audience, and that is not cool with me.
So, whoever out there wants to band with me to write a strongly worded letter to marvel or whoever is working on the new episodes for Season three to get their butts in gear, feel free to write to " cutie_fu@excite.com". By the by...
REMY IS SOOOOO HOT! DID EVERBODY SEE THAT SCENE BETWEEN ROGUE AND HIM! THAT WAS SEXY!
back to the fiction...
~~~
The telepath used her mental powers to open the door and float inside of the house. No one was around, but one never knew when Logan would come pouncing down on you. Jean really didn't want to deal with the blood thirsty wolverine.
She had almost made it to the stairs when the familiar, and even comforting, sound of wheels propelling themselves came into the room.
"Jean, might I have a word with you?"
Jean forced the happy, not-a-problem-in-the-world smile on her face and turned to face the man. Blocking her thoughts was childs play.
"Of course, Professor. What about?"
He beckoned her with his hand and started down the hallway towards his office.
For some reason the entire house lay quiet with all the younger occupants scattered at school and such. Jean had stayed home from school feigning a headache from her advancing powers. It was getting too easy to lie to the proffesor.
He made no attempt to start conversation, as he would usually do, but simply pushed forward until he reached the large, oak doors to his personal office where he pushed them open with a simple flick of his wrist.
Jean followed him and stood by his desk as he rolled up to it.
"Jean, I'm going to be honest with you. Lately I've felt quite a bit of hostility coming from you."
She smiled and tossed her hair over shoulder.
"Hostility?" she pointed at herself, "I feel fine."
The proffesor tilted his head and gazed at her with his fatherly look. "Jean, you've been in my care longer than anyone here. I know you. And I think I know what you're doing."
The plaster facade of happiness was beginning to crack as her resolve began to break. Worst of all the tiny voice in her head was repeating over and over: He knows...he KNOWS!
"Pardon?" her chirpy voice almost cracked. But the redhead was good at hiding all acpects of her true intentions and so kept the little things in check.
"I can tell that the whole Rogue situation is starting to get to you."
The breath caught in her throat as her chest constricted. She stood frozen as the proffesor gazed into her soul. She searched her mind for any possible escape...but what could she do? The proffesor had her trapped! He knew her secrets!
"Proffesor, I can explain."
He held up his hand, his signal for immediate silence and attention.
"There is no need. I can easily relate."
"I-You can?" Jean blinked back her confusion.
"I know what it feels like to have someone close to me get hurt. You want revenge on whoever caused the pain...you want them to suffer like you have suffered." he moved closer and patted her hand gently. "Am I right?"
Jean stared at the old man clearly confused, "Huh?"
"I know these are difficult times for you, Jean. With your powers, and then all this with Rogue. But you must remember that going after Duncan for hurting Rogue is not excusable."
He released her hand and moved to his desk where piles of papers were waiting for him to peruse.
After a minute when he saw she hadn't moved a single inch he promted further:
"Logan left for the police station so that they can handle it. Just stay away from Duncan , have some faith in our judicial system."
Jean smiled, involuntarily letting out a deep breath she had been holding.
"Oh...yes, sure Professor. I see how wrong I was. I won't go near Duncan. Thank you."
She smiled again and turned on her heel, sending her red hair flying over her shoulder. As soon as she was passed the doorframe she shut the door with her telepathy and leaned against it.
"Thank you, God."
Jean walked off, course set for the infirmary.
David pushed the rapidly graying hair out of his face and once again changed the station. All that seemed to be on the radio was d.j.s talking about their ex-husbands or ex-wives and about how their children always disobey them...
And for an hour now he had dealt with it while sitting in Bayville High School's parking Lot. He was keeping his eye out for a particular student. Unfortunately, he had yet to appear and David's patience was becoming worn. His fingers found their way to the dashboard and he drummed out a tune while watching the school.
Finally a shrill bell filled the air and not ten seconds later the front door of the school were thrown open and teenagers of every shape and size poured out. Some made a beeline towards the parking lot while other stood around watching the doors as carefully as he was. Still others could care less what was going on around them as they latched themselves onto another and started to literally suck on the others face. David winced and looked away slightly revolted.
He took a quick glance around the parking lot making sure the student he was searching for hadn't left already. David noticed a few students approaching the area near his car and quickly remembered to slip on a pair of black sunglasses. Exposure was not an option at this point in the game. A few of the teenagers stopped at the car to his immediate left and leaned on it, just talking.
David turned away and watched the doors once again. At last he saw him.
The boy with the perfect blue eyes and shimmering blond hair. Like a true jock his letter jacket remained stuck to him despite the unseasonally hot weather.
David unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out of his car, careful not to reveal too much of his face to the teenagers that were everywhere. He slithered between groups of chattering students and tried to keep his eyes on his target, but the boy was starting to move away from him. A large group of cheerleaders were heading towards the football feild and Duncan Mathews was hot on their heels. David was so intent on Duncan that he didn't notice the girl that wasn't watching where she was going either.
With a small thud books and papers were sent sprawling all over the ground. The pettite blond made a small whining noise, rolled her eyes and then glared up at David.
"Thanks, much." she snarled and smacked her gum while reaching down for all of her books. David, who felt some remorse, quickly kneeled down and gathered up all of the papers. With a kurt sorry he handed them to her and straitened up.
Those few seconds had allowed Duncan to slip into the masses.
"Damn." david cursed under his breath and made a full circle with his body. He scanned for any trace of blond hair, but the quickly thinning crowd left him nearly alone.
With a thud he found himself slammed against a tree with his belongings crashing to his feet.
"Summers??!" the blond quarterback was stunned as his attacker threw him into another tree. Hard. Duncan saw small stars surround his periferal vision as he was continually thrown into tree after tree. After a minute or two of this Duncan saw a weakness in Summers step and quickly rammed his foot into the boy's chin. Scott stumbled a bit but used it to throw Duncan harder into one last tree.
Duncan became dizzy from the assault and started to fall. Scott quickly pushed his forearm into Duncan's throat. He looked down at the beaten football player through his sunglasses.
"You make me sick. Do you know that?"
Duncan swallowed and managed to look up at his attacker.
"Wha?"
Scott pushed harder causing Duncan to groan.
"You hurt someone very close to me and if you think I'm going to let you get away with it your wrong. Dead wrong." Scott let go and the boy fell to the trunk of the tree grasping at his throat. Duncan panted for a minute or two allowing his breathing to return to a normal rate.
He finally looked up at Scott and smirked. "What, those sunglasses finally getting to you?"
Duncan looked down at his wrinkled shirt a moment before getting up to his feet. He glared at Scott with a confident air.
"I'd go get a therapy session if I were-"
With a mighty blow to the face Duncan was down again holding a bleeding nose. Scott quickly grabbed a hold of the boy's shirt and lifted him off of his feet. Before Duncan could get another chance to rip on Scott he found his shirt released and his feet touched ground.
"What the-?" Duncan opened his eyes to see Scott lying on the ground in an unconcious heap. Above him stood an older man with a heavy stick in his hand. Duncan looked down again and saw that the base of Scott's head was bleeding. He scratched the back of his head and looked back into the face of the other man.
"Er...Thanks."
David shook his head and carefully threw Scott over his shoulder.
"No ,son, thank you. Just don't tell anyone about this, all right?"
Duncan nodded dumbly, picked up his bags and jogged off to practice without a second glance.
David shifted the weight on his shoulder, made sure no one was looking and mad a dash to his car. He heaved the teenager in the passengers seat, buckled him in, hoped in the driver's seat and put the pedal to the metal.
David smiled for the first time since that morning and glanced over at his unconcious hostage. At least he would get some fun beating whatever information this mutant had out of him.
Nooooooooooo! Scott! How could you write that??? How could you leave us there??
Wait a minute...I know the rest of the story...Oh, okay. He he, finally another chapter, eh? Have fun kiddies!
*BUZZ*BUZZ*BUZZ*
She threw the covers off of her legs and bolted out of bed. Rubbing her arms for warmth she reached under the bed and grabbed the box with all of her equipment.
The black leotard that covered her from neck to toe slid easily over her body and the leather gloves made a scrunching noise as she pulled them on. The green chest protector was always a task getting on, but she managed it and pulled on the stretchy fabric beneath it to remove any creases.
The yellow boots were the last thing she put on. This was her favorite part of the outfit because it was the one piece Proffesor Xavier had allowed her to pick out. Yellow usually wasn't her favorite color, but it was her one conduit and she had stuck with it. The result was a mad clash of black, green, red, and yellow topped off by the white and crimson-brown of her hair.
She stretched a bit, allowing the stiff suit to settle more comfortably then turned on her heel towards the door.
As she opened the door light flooded the dark room.
Suddenly the floor seemed to push and pull her feet and the ground rose up to smack her face.
The familiar posters and carpet, the bed and all of Kitty's cute little animals faded into oblivion and left the bewildered girl suspeneded, once again, in the blank void of light.
Rogue pressed her hands to her head, pushing back the pain that flooded in and out.
"Noooo! Stop!!"
The pain left but the light that surrounded her burned on and held her in it's endless suspension. The light neither faded, nor grew brighter but still Rogue had to fight to keep her eyes open.
Over and over again she tried running threw different scenarios in her head, winding down mental paths trying to think of any way she could escape.
All roads led to nowhere and the throbbing in her head came and went, taunting her with feeling in the senseless abyss.
Rogue concentrated trying to bring herself back to the comfortable image of her room, thinking back to whatever she might have done that caused the false reality.
One thing she could figure out, in the lack of knowing nothing, that Jean was to blame. And it might be left to the red-headed priss to
get her out again.
David slammed the door open and marched over to his special area of the room. The occupants stared up in shock at their leader and followed him with their eyes until he sat down near a group of workers in the corner.
Sandra greeted him with a smile, but it was soon wiped away when she saw the look on his face.
"Uh...hi Dave." He brushed her asided and focused on the group next to them.
A team of four techincians were working hard on what appeared to be a helmet with many various wires protruding from any available area. The pulled, pushed, pryed and punched buttons, knobs and wires into any edivice where they might fit.
The four's work became tense when they all noticed the watchful pair of eyes glaring at the prototype.
"Is it done yet?"
Sandra, noticing the destressed look of the technicians pulled David away and glared at him in the eye. Her friend, Joe, was walking toward them with a determind look on his face but she held up a hand to stop him from talking.
"Listen, Dave, what's the matter with you?" she put a hand on his arm.
Joe poked her in the arm, "Sandra..."
She shooed him away with her hand and remained focused on David.
"You look like your ready to kill."
"Sandra..."
"I don't want to talk about it now, Sandy."
All right, she thought to herself, he's not using my full name.
"Well, with the Mutant Radar( the name she came up with herself) ready to go in three hours you have to have a good head on your shoulders."
"Sandra, this is kindof import..."
"Three hours?" the veins in his forehead throbbed even more, "I need this done now."
"If either of you would please listen..."
Sandra put her hands on her hips, "Well, sorry to tell ya this, but we need more time for this sort of stuff to work properly."
"This will just take a sec-"
"What??!!" Both David and Sandra turned to look at the irksome Joe. He jumped back a bit at their outburst but smoothed down his jacket and presented them each with a manilla folder.
"The blood test has come back!"
David rolled his eyes and threw the folder on a nearby desk. Sandra, however, thumbed through the papers, perusing over each page for a short while. Sandra stopped at a page with a picture of David paperclipped to it. She pulled it from the rest and read it over.
Her eyes widened and she looked up to Joe.
"Are you serious?"
He nodded, "It's that close of a match..."
David looked back to the two of them, rubbing a hand through his hair.
"What are you two talking about?"
Sandra passed the paper to him.
"David...the blood work is in...according to DNA tests you could be this mutants father."
He simply through down the paper with his folder and turned his back to them, and continued to watch the progress of the machine.
"I will never be the father of a mutant."
Shaking his head in disgust he headed back out of the door he had entered not five minutes ago.
Sandra and Joe were left staring at the forgotten pages on the desk.
~~~
{Author's Insert: I would just like to take the time to say(write) how dissapointed I was with "Day of Reckoning". Aside from the long-awaited arrival of one of my favorite characters(REMY IS HOT!) Ah-hem...it was pretty crappy. It didn't have a plot so much as an extreme desire to give more and more questions that seem like they will never be answered. It didn't really seem like there was any point to the hour-long episode other than to toy with the audience, and that is not cool with me.
So, whoever out there wants to band with me to write a strongly worded letter to marvel or whoever is working on the new episodes for Season three to get their butts in gear, feel free to write to " cutie_fu@excite.com". By the by...
REMY IS SOOOOO HOT! DID EVERBODY SEE THAT SCENE BETWEEN ROGUE AND HIM! THAT WAS SEXY!
back to the fiction...
~~~
The telepath used her mental powers to open the door and float inside of the house. No one was around, but one never knew when Logan would come pouncing down on you. Jean really didn't want to deal with the blood thirsty wolverine.
She had almost made it to the stairs when the familiar, and even comforting, sound of wheels propelling themselves came into the room.
"Jean, might I have a word with you?"
Jean forced the happy, not-a-problem-in-the-world smile on her face and turned to face the man. Blocking her thoughts was childs play.
"Of course, Professor. What about?"
He beckoned her with his hand and started down the hallway towards his office.
For some reason the entire house lay quiet with all the younger occupants scattered at school and such. Jean had stayed home from school feigning a headache from her advancing powers. It was getting too easy to lie to the proffesor.
He made no attempt to start conversation, as he would usually do, but simply pushed forward until he reached the large, oak doors to his personal office where he pushed them open with a simple flick of his wrist.
Jean followed him and stood by his desk as he rolled up to it.
"Jean, I'm going to be honest with you. Lately I've felt quite a bit of hostility coming from you."
She smiled and tossed her hair over shoulder.
"Hostility?" she pointed at herself, "I feel fine."
The proffesor tilted his head and gazed at her with his fatherly look. "Jean, you've been in my care longer than anyone here. I know you. And I think I know what you're doing."
The plaster facade of happiness was beginning to crack as her resolve began to break. Worst of all the tiny voice in her head was repeating over and over: He knows...he KNOWS!
"Pardon?" her chirpy voice almost cracked. But the redhead was good at hiding all acpects of her true intentions and so kept the little things in check.
"I can tell that the whole Rogue situation is starting to get to you."
The breath caught in her throat as her chest constricted. She stood frozen as the proffesor gazed into her soul. She searched her mind for any possible escape...but what could she do? The proffesor had her trapped! He knew her secrets!
"Proffesor, I can explain."
He held up his hand, his signal for immediate silence and attention.
"There is no need. I can easily relate."
"I-You can?" Jean blinked back her confusion.
"I know what it feels like to have someone close to me get hurt. You want revenge on whoever caused the pain...you want them to suffer like you have suffered." he moved closer and patted her hand gently. "Am I right?"
Jean stared at the old man clearly confused, "Huh?"
"I know these are difficult times for you, Jean. With your powers, and then all this with Rogue. But you must remember that going after Duncan for hurting Rogue is not excusable."
He released her hand and moved to his desk where piles of papers were waiting for him to peruse.
After a minute when he saw she hadn't moved a single inch he promted further:
"Logan left for the police station so that they can handle it. Just stay away from Duncan , have some faith in our judicial system."
Jean smiled, involuntarily letting out a deep breath she had been holding.
"Oh...yes, sure Professor. I see how wrong I was. I won't go near Duncan. Thank you."
She smiled again and turned on her heel, sending her red hair flying over her shoulder. As soon as she was passed the doorframe she shut the door with her telepathy and leaned against it.
"Thank you, God."
Jean walked off, course set for the infirmary.
David pushed the rapidly graying hair out of his face and once again changed the station. All that seemed to be on the radio was d.j.s talking about their ex-husbands or ex-wives and about how their children always disobey them...
And for an hour now he had dealt with it while sitting in Bayville High School's parking Lot. He was keeping his eye out for a particular student. Unfortunately, he had yet to appear and David's patience was becoming worn. His fingers found their way to the dashboard and he drummed out a tune while watching the school.
Finally a shrill bell filled the air and not ten seconds later the front door of the school were thrown open and teenagers of every shape and size poured out. Some made a beeline towards the parking lot while other stood around watching the doors as carefully as he was. Still others could care less what was going on around them as they latched themselves onto another and started to literally suck on the others face. David winced and looked away slightly revolted.
He took a quick glance around the parking lot making sure the student he was searching for hadn't left already. David noticed a few students approaching the area near his car and quickly remembered to slip on a pair of black sunglasses. Exposure was not an option at this point in the game. A few of the teenagers stopped at the car to his immediate left and leaned on it, just talking.
David turned away and watched the doors once again. At last he saw him.
The boy with the perfect blue eyes and shimmering blond hair. Like a true jock his letter jacket remained stuck to him despite the unseasonally hot weather.
David unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out of his car, careful not to reveal too much of his face to the teenagers that were everywhere. He slithered between groups of chattering students and tried to keep his eyes on his target, but the boy was starting to move away from him. A large group of cheerleaders were heading towards the football feild and Duncan Mathews was hot on their heels. David was so intent on Duncan that he didn't notice the girl that wasn't watching where she was going either.
With a small thud books and papers were sent sprawling all over the ground. The pettite blond made a small whining noise, rolled her eyes and then glared up at David.
"Thanks, much." she snarled and smacked her gum while reaching down for all of her books. David, who felt some remorse, quickly kneeled down and gathered up all of the papers. With a kurt sorry he handed them to her and straitened up.
Those few seconds had allowed Duncan to slip into the masses.
"Damn." david cursed under his breath and made a full circle with his body. He scanned for any trace of blond hair, but the quickly thinning crowd left him nearly alone.
With a thud he found himself slammed against a tree with his belongings crashing to his feet.
"Summers??!" the blond quarterback was stunned as his attacker threw him into another tree. Hard. Duncan saw small stars surround his periferal vision as he was continually thrown into tree after tree. After a minute or two of this Duncan saw a weakness in Summers step and quickly rammed his foot into the boy's chin. Scott stumbled a bit but used it to throw Duncan harder into one last tree.
Duncan became dizzy from the assault and started to fall. Scott quickly pushed his forearm into Duncan's throat. He looked down at the beaten football player through his sunglasses.
"You make me sick. Do you know that?"
Duncan swallowed and managed to look up at his attacker.
"Wha?"
Scott pushed harder causing Duncan to groan.
"You hurt someone very close to me and if you think I'm going to let you get away with it your wrong. Dead wrong." Scott let go and the boy fell to the trunk of the tree grasping at his throat. Duncan panted for a minute or two allowing his breathing to return to a normal rate.
He finally looked up at Scott and smirked. "What, those sunglasses finally getting to you?"
Duncan looked down at his wrinkled shirt a moment before getting up to his feet. He glared at Scott with a confident air.
"I'd go get a therapy session if I were-"
With a mighty blow to the face Duncan was down again holding a bleeding nose. Scott quickly grabbed a hold of the boy's shirt and lifted him off of his feet. Before Duncan could get another chance to rip on Scott he found his shirt released and his feet touched ground.
"What the-?" Duncan opened his eyes to see Scott lying on the ground in an unconcious heap. Above him stood an older man with a heavy stick in his hand. Duncan looked down again and saw that the base of Scott's head was bleeding. He scratched the back of his head and looked back into the face of the other man.
"Er...Thanks."
David shook his head and carefully threw Scott over his shoulder.
"No ,son, thank you. Just don't tell anyone about this, all right?"
Duncan nodded dumbly, picked up his bags and jogged off to practice without a second glance.
David shifted the weight on his shoulder, made sure no one was looking and mad a dash to his car. He heaved the teenager in the passengers seat, buckled him in, hoped in the driver's seat and put the pedal to the metal.
David smiled for the first time since that morning and glanced over at his unconcious hostage. At least he would get some fun beating whatever information this mutant had out of him.
Nooooooooooo! Scott! How could you write that??? How could you leave us there??
Wait a minute...I know the rest of the story...Oh, okay. He he, finally another chapter, eh? Have fun kiddies!