Title: Viral
Author: Viral
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men. Claimer: I do own Viral.
Author's Note: This story is the result of a fan fiction challenge.
The challenge: No more telepaths or TKs -- create a mutant whose powers are quite unique...
Note: The X-Men, Generation-X, and Blink from AoA are included.
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Professor Xavier's voice was neither light nor playful when he turned his wheelchair around to face Scott Summers. They were located in the war room, both with frowns and wrinkles of frustration pressing against their foreheads. "Scott, assemble the entire team that is inside the mansion. We do not have time to waste."
"But Professor, this is one mutant we're dealing with," Scott answered in reproach, "Jean and myself could easily..."
"Scott, listen to me!" Xavier's blue eyes looked into Scott's ruby quartz eyeglasses. "If it were possible to get this mutant that easily I would not be asking you to assemble the team. Now, get everyone down here into the war room, and do so quickly."
Scott turned away but before he could exit the room he was stopped by Xavier's voice. "And make sure everyone suits up." Scott continued out of the room as the automatic door opened with a slight sound of electric whirring in the walls.
After the door closed behind Scott, Xavier rolled his wheelchair to his normal position at the table. He picked up Cerebro from the table and placed it upon his baldhead. His eyes closed in concentration as he quickly located the mutant signature he had been watching for the past two hours. He had felt this mutant before in the past, but it had not been nearly as attracting as it was now. Through his mind's eye he watched the course of action as things became much more threatening than the last time he had checked.
"What's the problem, Chuck? I've been needin some action lately," Logan said. He was the first to arrive and his voice disturbed the Professor's mental session. He took off the helmet and opened his eyes.
He watched Logan stand there for a moment. Both of their eyes were icy cold blue, and neither blinked until Xavier finally spoke. "Logan, sit down."
Logan growled from the sudden order. Xavier wasn't normally like this. The only times that sprouted to memory when Xavier was harsh was when Jean was being mentally and bodily consumed by the Dark Phoenix, and in the sudden appearance of Xavier's lost lover, Amelia. He didn't sit down, but did walk from in front of the electronic door. If there was one thing he loved besides pulling out his adamantium claws, it was defying orders.
The next person to arrive in the room was Rogue, followed by Beast, Scott, Jean, and Gambit. They all sat down when the entered, some eyeing Logan, and others watching Xavier as he sat with his eyes closed and his hands folded. Then the door swished open again. Into the room entered Blink, better known as Clarice Ferguson, and behind her came Storm.
"My apologies for the wait, Charles. Convincing Clarice to come here was not an easy task," Ororo said as she took her seat.
"It's not everyday I get a white-haired weather-controlling mutant hunting me down. So, what's the deal Xavier?" Blink said, monochromatically, with a demanding scowl on her face.
Xavier did not begin to answer until Blink and Storm took their seats. He began with a contemplating sigh, "X-Men, we have a very serious problem here. If it were not so, I would not have gathered you all in this manner. It has come to my attention, through Cerebro, that there is a very powerful mutant using his abilities very rapidly. He is in an urban city in Northern New Jersey. Although his abilities are far from vast, the things they are doing are, what I believe, beyond his control.
As I scanned throughout his memory, it seems he has taken the name, Viral. Currently, he is in a highly populate area and his abilities are running wild."
"Professor, you're being extremely vague. What exactly can he do?" Jean asked, being the analytic person that she is.
"It's not what he can do, Jean, but what he does," Xavier said then gave another one of his famous contemplating sighs. "His abilities are much like Rogue's, in a sense that they are beyond his natural control. But unlike Rogue's, his abilities are not only deadly to those around him, but every form of matter, including himself."
"Professor, please be frank with us," Beast interjected.
"Viral is a teenager with a genetic mutation that has made his body into a domineering virus!" Xavier said, banging his fist on his desk. Most of the room gasped with Xavier's rush of words and sudden anger.
"So why don't you just knock him out and send Jean to pick him up with some telekinetic crap?" Blink asked, annoyed.
"I told you already, it is beyond his control. The risk of putting him into a mental hiatus is not possible without allowing his skin to pollute the very air with deadly toxins."
"Professor, there are cures for toxins and airborne viruses. If there is a disease, then there most certainly be a cure," Beast responded.
"Hank, you do not understand. The viruses that his skin ejects are forms of cells that we have never encountered before as the human race," Xavier replied, calmer than before.
"So tell me this, hun, how has he managed not to kill hisself so far?" Rogue answered in her southern accent, with her elbows on the table and her gloved hands holding up her chin.
"Somehow he has found a way not to infect his clothing, although at times he has lost that control and ended up naked in public areas when his clothing deteriorated."
"Wait, this doesn't make any logical sense. Viruses are living objects, they cannot infect non-living things," said with his arms in the air in confusion.
"I warned you this would be something you never encountered, Hank."
"The situation sounds urgent, should we not be discussing this on the Blackbird instead of in the war room?" Ororo asked with her head slightly tilted to the side.
"I have contacted Sean Cassidy and Emma Frost already. They have taken Generation X to try and stop the mutant.
"So how are de kiddies doin, mon ami?" Gambit asked, shuffling cards on the table.
"TV on," Scott commanded. The recessed lighting in the room began to dim as a large screened television, implanted in the wall, turned on. There on the screen was a newscast and the events were not 'eye candy'.
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"Aye, Emma, what do we do now?" Banshee yelled from atop of a building. Emma Frost was below on the ground looking fiercely at Viral as he ran down a side street.
"I don't know, Sean," she yelled in response, "There doesn't seem to be anyway to stop him."
"I know what to do," Jubilee said as she began to run in the direction of Viral, obviously a trait she had picked up from Wolverine.
"Jubes, wait up!" Husk, otherwise called Paige Guthrie, called out behind the fiery black-haired girl.
Monet St. Croix, with the alias of M, hovered down to a standstill as Banshee did likewise from the building's roof. Emma shook her head as she mentally commanded Jubilee and Husk to stop and lay back, but they did not listen to her.
M put up her arms as she explained where she had just arrived from, "Leech and Artie got a very bad taste of the polluted air. I took them into the jet and put them on the respirators. We shouldn't have brought them out here."
"But Leech is the only one possible to stop this mutant's abilities, if even only temporary." Chamber said telepathically as he came running up behind M.
"I know, I know. But that's not even the bulk of it. When Everett approached Viral he copied his abilities. Normally, Everett is able to gain a lot of control and even advance the mutant's abilities to which he has become in sync with. This time, however, was different. His Generation-X clothes deteriorated and he's lain bare in the jet. I was able to cover him up with something, and I'm hoping the abilities have left his body. Otherwise we'll need transportation home."
"Enough with the chit-chat, Everett will be fine. We must stop Viral at all costs!" Emma said with authority. Looking around she saw a fire hydrant spewing water, entire sky scrapers collapsing to nothing but small piles of dust that resembled ant farms, and people wailing on the ground, dying from a virus eluded from Viral's body.
"We've tried fighting him. The only we ye can beat him is to knock him out!" Banshee said.
"Even subconsciously his mutant abilities work. That will be of no use. At least now he's trying to contain them."
"So what do we do?"
"I have a plan, but I may need Hank McCoy's help. In the meantime, stall for life."
"Aagh!" came an ear-piercing scream that was followed by a loud collapse. Another skyscraper was on its way down as a green mold could be seen quickly traveling on it's exterior.
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"Jubilee!" Wolverine shouted and growled as his claws ejected from his hands. The X-Men were on their way to the scene, flying in the Blackbird.
"Logan, pipe down. You know Jubilee can take care of herself," Rogue said, green eyes looking to Logan from across the aisle. Xavier turned around to look at Rogue then looked back out of the window from his seat as the co-pilot. His mind called out to Storm. She was flying ahead of the jet at nearly super-sonic speeds, being propelled by the wind. "Storm, Jubilee and Husk have just been crushed by a falling building. You must hurry and help Generation-X. Lives are at stake."
"Professor," she answered back mentally, "I am not sure what I can do. If Jubilation and Paige were buried alive, I can remove the rubble but I am unsure if I can save their lives. And what do I do if I encounter, this mutant, this Viral?"
"Do anything in your power to keep those two girls alive. If you do meet the boy, you must strike him as a friend. He needs someone to trust. He is in fear right now."
"Charles, you do realize that every person who is attempting to stop this boy is risking their lives, do you not?"
"Yes I do, and I thank you for that."
'Heavens protect us,' Ororo thought to herself as she finally flew upon the area where there were fires burning, sounds of cries and sirens, and fallen buildings. "What havoc is this?"
Continue?
Author's Closing Notes: I've basically answered the fan fiction challenge, but I don't know whether or not to continue it and make it into a real story; beyond the challenge.
Author: Viral
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men. Claimer: I do own Viral.
Author's Note: This story is the result of a fan fiction challenge.
The challenge: No more telepaths or TKs -- create a mutant whose powers are quite unique...
Note: The X-Men, Generation-X, and Blink from AoA are included.
-=-=-
Professor Xavier's voice was neither light nor playful when he turned his wheelchair around to face Scott Summers. They were located in the war room, both with frowns and wrinkles of frustration pressing against their foreheads. "Scott, assemble the entire team that is inside the mansion. We do not have time to waste."
"But Professor, this is one mutant we're dealing with," Scott answered in reproach, "Jean and myself could easily..."
"Scott, listen to me!" Xavier's blue eyes looked into Scott's ruby quartz eyeglasses. "If it were possible to get this mutant that easily I would not be asking you to assemble the team. Now, get everyone down here into the war room, and do so quickly."
Scott turned away but before he could exit the room he was stopped by Xavier's voice. "And make sure everyone suits up." Scott continued out of the room as the automatic door opened with a slight sound of electric whirring in the walls.
After the door closed behind Scott, Xavier rolled his wheelchair to his normal position at the table. He picked up Cerebro from the table and placed it upon his baldhead. His eyes closed in concentration as he quickly located the mutant signature he had been watching for the past two hours. He had felt this mutant before in the past, but it had not been nearly as attracting as it was now. Through his mind's eye he watched the course of action as things became much more threatening than the last time he had checked.
"What's the problem, Chuck? I've been needin some action lately," Logan said. He was the first to arrive and his voice disturbed the Professor's mental session. He took off the helmet and opened his eyes.
He watched Logan stand there for a moment. Both of their eyes were icy cold blue, and neither blinked until Xavier finally spoke. "Logan, sit down."
Logan growled from the sudden order. Xavier wasn't normally like this. The only times that sprouted to memory when Xavier was harsh was when Jean was being mentally and bodily consumed by the Dark Phoenix, and in the sudden appearance of Xavier's lost lover, Amelia. He didn't sit down, but did walk from in front of the electronic door. If there was one thing he loved besides pulling out his adamantium claws, it was defying orders.
The next person to arrive in the room was Rogue, followed by Beast, Scott, Jean, and Gambit. They all sat down when the entered, some eyeing Logan, and others watching Xavier as he sat with his eyes closed and his hands folded. Then the door swished open again. Into the room entered Blink, better known as Clarice Ferguson, and behind her came Storm.
"My apologies for the wait, Charles. Convincing Clarice to come here was not an easy task," Ororo said as she took her seat.
"It's not everyday I get a white-haired weather-controlling mutant hunting me down. So, what's the deal Xavier?" Blink said, monochromatically, with a demanding scowl on her face.
Xavier did not begin to answer until Blink and Storm took their seats. He began with a contemplating sigh, "X-Men, we have a very serious problem here. If it were not so, I would not have gathered you all in this manner. It has come to my attention, through Cerebro, that there is a very powerful mutant using his abilities very rapidly. He is in an urban city in Northern New Jersey. Although his abilities are far from vast, the things they are doing are, what I believe, beyond his control.
As I scanned throughout his memory, it seems he has taken the name, Viral. Currently, he is in a highly populate area and his abilities are running wild."
"Professor, you're being extremely vague. What exactly can he do?" Jean asked, being the analytic person that she is.
"It's not what he can do, Jean, but what he does," Xavier said then gave another one of his famous contemplating sighs. "His abilities are much like Rogue's, in a sense that they are beyond his natural control. But unlike Rogue's, his abilities are not only deadly to those around him, but every form of matter, including himself."
"Professor, please be frank with us," Beast interjected.
"Viral is a teenager with a genetic mutation that has made his body into a domineering virus!" Xavier said, banging his fist on his desk. Most of the room gasped with Xavier's rush of words and sudden anger.
"So why don't you just knock him out and send Jean to pick him up with some telekinetic crap?" Blink asked, annoyed.
"I told you already, it is beyond his control. The risk of putting him into a mental hiatus is not possible without allowing his skin to pollute the very air with deadly toxins."
"Professor, there are cures for toxins and airborne viruses. If there is a disease, then there most certainly be a cure," Beast responded.
"Hank, you do not understand. The viruses that his skin ejects are forms of cells that we have never encountered before as the human race," Xavier replied, calmer than before.
"So tell me this, hun, how has he managed not to kill hisself so far?" Rogue answered in her southern accent, with her elbows on the table and her gloved hands holding up her chin.
"Somehow he has found a way not to infect his clothing, although at times he has lost that control and ended up naked in public areas when his clothing deteriorated."
"Wait, this doesn't make any logical sense. Viruses are living objects, they cannot infect non-living things," said with his arms in the air in confusion.
"I warned you this would be something you never encountered, Hank."
"The situation sounds urgent, should we not be discussing this on the Blackbird instead of in the war room?" Ororo asked with her head slightly tilted to the side.
"I have contacted Sean Cassidy and Emma Frost already. They have taken Generation X to try and stop the mutant.
"So how are de kiddies doin, mon ami?" Gambit asked, shuffling cards on the table.
"TV on," Scott commanded. The recessed lighting in the room began to dim as a large screened television, implanted in the wall, turned on. There on the screen was a newscast and the events were not 'eye candy'.
-=-=-=-
"Aye, Emma, what do we do now?" Banshee yelled from atop of a building. Emma Frost was below on the ground looking fiercely at Viral as he ran down a side street.
"I don't know, Sean," she yelled in response, "There doesn't seem to be anyway to stop him."
"I know what to do," Jubilee said as she began to run in the direction of Viral, obviously a trait she had picked up from Wolverine.
"Jubes, wait up!" Husk, otherwise called Paige Guthrie, called out behind the fiery black-haired girl.
Monet St. Croix, with the alias of M, hovered down to a standstill as Banshee did likewise from the building's roof. Emma shook her head as she mentally commanded Jubilee and Husk to stop and lay back, but they did not listen to her.
M put up her arms as she explained where she had just arrived from, "Leech and Artie got a very bad taste of the polluted air. I took them into the jet and put them on the respirators. We shouldn't have brought them out here."
"But Leech is the only one possible to stop this mutant's abilities, if even only temporary." Chamber said telepathically as he came running up behind M.
"I know, I know. But that's not even the bulk of it. When Everett approached Viral he copied his abilities. Normally, Everett is able to gain a lot of control and even advance the mutant's abilities to which he has become in sync with. This time, however, was different. His Generation-X clothes deteriorated and he's lain bare in the jet. I was able to cover him up with something, and I'm hoping the abilities have left his body. Otherwise we'll need transportation home."
"Enough with the chit-chat, Everett will be fine. We must stop Viral at all costs!" Emma said with authority. Looking around she saw a fire hydrant spewing water, entire sky scrapers collapsing to nothing but small piles of dust that resembled ant farms, and people wailing on the ground, dying from a virus eluded from Viral's body.
"We've tried fighting him. The only we ye can beat him is to knock him out!" Banshee said.
"Even subconsciously his mutant abilities work. That will be of no use. At least now he's trying to contain them."
"So what do we do?"
"I have a plan, but I may need Hank McCoy's help. In the meantime, stall for life."
"Aagh!" came an ear-piercing scream that was followed by a loud collapse. Another skyscraper was on its way down as a green mold could be seen quickly traveling on it's exterior.
-=-=-=-
"Jubilee!" Wolverine shouted and growled as his claws ejected from his hands. The X-Men were on their way to the scene, flying in the Blackbird.
"Logan, pipe down. You know Jubilee can take care of herself," Rogue said, green eyes looking to Logan from across the aisle. Xavier turned around to look at Rogue then looked back out of the window from his seat as the co-pilot. His mind called out to Storm. She was flying ahead of the jet at nearly super-sonic speeds, being propelled by the wind. "Storm, Jubilee and Husk have just been crushed by a falling building. You must hurry and help Generation-X. Lives are at stake."
"Professor," she answered back mentally, "I am not sure what I can do. If Jubilation and Paige were buried alive, I can remove the rubble but I am unsure if I can save their lives. And what do I do if I encounter, this mutant, this Viral?"
"Do anything in your power to keep those two girls alive. If you do meet the boy, you must strike him as a friend. He needs someone to trust. He is in fear right now."
"Charles, you do realize that every person who is attempting to stop this boy is risking their lives, do you not?"
"Yes I do, and I thank you for that."
'Heavens protect us,' Ororo thought to herself as she finally flew upon the area where there were fires burning, sounds of cries and sirens, and fallen buildings. "What havoc is this?"
Continue?
Author's Closing Notes: I've basically answered the fan fiction challenge, but I don't know whether or not to continue it and make it into a real story; beyond the challenge.