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. This is a short chapter, still trying to overcome writer's block.
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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Viral's head was in the dirt, his legs held up by the muscular Remy Lebeau. His face was facing upward to the sky, brown eyes opening and closing frantically. His jet-black hair was mixing with the dirt of the forest. As he began to slip his foot from within the boots, he heard a growl and saw nothing but a short man jumping towards him. His eyes flinched closed as Wolverine crouched over his body, two claws extended from his knuckles. The claws were on either side of his face and there was another one slowly sliding out of the middle, towards the bridge of his nose.
A growl preceded Logan's words, "Kid, there's no more playin around. Yer gonna come quietly with us. Yer too dangerous to be out here on your own. All we wunna do is help you out."
Viral's deep, dark, brown eyes looked decisively into Logan's blue eyes. Then his brown orbs looked to the right side of his eyes then moved again to the left side. Finally, he looked once more into Logan's eyes. "You don't scare me," Viral said in a mumbling tone as he grunted and both his feet escaped from the kinetically charged boots that Gambit was still holding. As planned, his face heedlessly moved and rubbed against the sharp adamantium claws. Viral's face showed deep red marks but that was all as Wolverine toppled over and began choking uncontrollably.
"Logan!" Remy shouted in his deep, heavy Cajun accent. He grabbed for Wolverine's falling body as he inattentively threw the charged boots over his shoulder. Hearing the large explosion as the boots came in contact with a large Oak tree, Remy went down for cover, crushing Wolverine under his tall frame.
"Looks like Ah came just in time," Rogue says with confidence as she wraps her arms around the falling tree. She grunts and groans as she lifts the tree. Taking it into the sky as she flies with it in her grips, she begins to feel the heat from the fire that was traveling on it from the kinetic impact. She drops the tree from her arms above the other treetops, as her jacket catches aflame.
Jean notices Rogue's disposition and finally stands up from Storm and Cyclops' side. Their vital signs were steadily weakening. She had managed to get in contact with Xavier. He reassured her that everything would work fine and noted that Banshee was on his way to help. Things seemed only to get worse as their only rain-wielder was dying from a virus. Jean lifts her right hand in the air as her red hair blows in the wind. "Rogue, is there a lake nearby?" Jean yells to the hovering auburn-headed woman as she telekinetically begins to lift her body and holds the burning tree steadily in the air.
"Nothin I can see from here, sugah," Rogue says, using her hands as a visor as she scouts the area with her green eyes. "How're we supposed to stop him if we can't even touch him, Jean?" Rogue says, changing the subject.
"By the way, where is he?" Jean continues to hold up the burning tree but doesn't notice that sparks are falling from it and landing below onto the forestry.
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Meanwhile, Viral had slipped away through the trees, making his way out of the forest, from the opposite direction of the Turnpike. His brown eyes were fierce as his mind went crazy. Everything that happened throughout the day was turning his mind into a never-ending nightmare. His head felt as if his brain was jumping and pulsing inside of it.
Remembering the falling buildings, all affected by his caramel skin, he found it hard to imagine how many lives were affected. He wanted to run back and save each and every one of them. To lay his hands upon their arms and use all his might to insert a cure into their bloodstream.
He wanted to believe Storm, the first mutant he ever trusted, was telling the truth about helping him, but her associates seemed the least bit interested in his safety.
He continued to run, quickly, jumping over and around bushes. His heart raced at an incredible speed as trees fell behind him as they sometimes scratched against his skin. Then, as if all in a quick moment, he heard a loud yell and fell to the ground in absolute pain. His back seemed to cave over as he fell face forward into a mud pile.
His face was now scrunched up in a frown of anger as he looked up through his mud-covered eyes to see Banshee hovering above. "Yer nae going anywhere else, laddie. The road ends hear for ye. I do nae want to hurt ye. We need yer help to save our friends. C'mon lad, help us out and maybe we can help ye out, too." Viral looked at the Irish and blonde mutant with fierce eyes and a scowl on his face. After hearing no response, Banshee floated higher into the air, "If ye are nae going to help us and let us help ye, I have orders to get rid of ye. I can't let ye hurt others."
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Author's Closing Notes: I'm involving the other characters, slowly but surely. Many of them are evidently down for the count. If anyone can help me with my Irish accent for Banshee, please e-mail me. And, I would like to include Nightcrawler, but I fear I will never get his accent right. If you want to see Kurt in here, please e-mail me and help with his accent. If I write him, I want to write him correctly. virtue@freehomepage.com
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. This is a short chapter, still trying to overcome writer's block.
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.
-=-=-
Viral's head was in the dirt, his legs held up by the muscular Remy Lebeau. His face was facing upward to the sky, brown eyes opening and closing frantically. His jet-black hair was mixing with the dirt of the forest. As he began to slip his foot from within the boots, he heard a growl and saw nothing but a short man jumping towards him. His eyes flinched closed as Wolverine crouched over his body, two claws extended from his knuckles. The claws were on either side of his face and there was another one slowly sliding out of the middle, towards the bridge of his nose.
A growl preceded Logan's words, "Kid, there's no more playin around. Yer gonna come quietly with us. Yer too dangerous to be out here on your own. All we wunna do is help you out."
Viral's deep, dark, brown eyes looked decisively into Logan's blue eyes. Then his brown orbs looked to the right side of his eyes then moved again to the left side. Finally, he looked once more into Logan's eyes. "You don't scare me," Viral said in a mumbling tone as he grunted and both his feet escaped from the kinetically charged boots that Gambit was still holding. As planned, his face heedlessly moved and rubbed against the sharp adamantium claws. Viral's face showed deep red marks but that was all as Wolverine toppled over and began choking uncontrollably.
"Logan!" Remy shouted in his deep, heavy Cajun accent. He grabbed for Wolverine's falling body as he inattentively threw the charged boots over his shoulder. Hearing the large explosion as the boots came in contact with a large Oak tree, Remy went down for cover, crushing Wolverine under his tall frame.
"Looks like Ah came just in time," Rogue says with confidence as she wraps her arms around the falling tree. She grunts and groans as she lifts the tree. Taking it into the sky as she flies with it in her grips, she begins to feel the heat from the fire that was traveling on it from the kinetic impact. She drops the tree from her arms above the other treetops, as her jacket catches aflame.
Jean notices Rogue's disposition and finally stands up from Storm and Cyclops' side. Their vital signs were steadily weakening. She had managed to get in contact with Xavier. He reassured her that everything would work fine and noted that Banshee was on his way to help. Things seemed only to get worse as their only rain-wielder was dying from a virus. Jean lifts her right hand in the air as her red hair blows in the wind. "Rogue, is there a lake nearby?" Jean yells to the hovering auburn-headed woman as she telekinetically begins to lift her body and holds the burning tree steadily in the air.
"Nothin I can see from here, sugah," Rogue says, using her hands as a visor as she scouts the area with her green eyes. "How're we supposed to stop him if we can't even touch him, Jean?" Rogue says, changing the subject.
"By the way, where is he?" Jean continues to hold up the burning tree but doesn't notice that sparks are falling from it and landing below onto the forestry.
-=-=-
Meanwhile, Viral had slipped away through the trees, making his way out of the forest, from the opposite direction of the Turnpike. His brown eyes were fierce as his mind went crazy. Everything that happened throughout the day was turning his mind into a never-ending nightmare. His head felt as if his brain was jumping and pulsing inside of it.
Remembering the falling buildings, all affected by his caramel skin, he found it hard to imagine how many lives were affected. He wanted to run back and save each and every one of them. To lay his hands upon their arms and use all his might to insert a cure into their bloodstream.
He wanted to believe Storm, the first mutant he ever trusted, was telling the truth about helping him, but her associates seemed the least bit interested in his safety.
He continued to run, quickly, jumping over and around bushes. His heart raced at an incredible speed as trees fell behind him as they sometimes scratched against his skin. Then, as if all in a quick moment, he heard a loud yell and fell to the ground in absolute pain. His back seemed to cave over as he fell face forward into a mud pile.
His face was now scrunched up in a frown of anger as he looked up through his mud-covered eyes to see Banshee hovering above. "Yer nae going anywhere else, laddie. The road ends hear for ye. I do nae want to hurt ye. We need yer help to save our friends. C'mon lad, help us out and maybe we can help ye out, too." Viral looked at the Irish and blonde mutant with fierce eyes and a scowl on his face. After hearing no response, Banshee floated higher into the air, "If ye are nae going to help us and let us help ye, I have orders to get rid of ye. I can't let ye hurt others."
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Author's Closing Notes: I'm involving the other characters, slowly but surely. Many of them are evidently down for the count. If anyone can help me with my Irish accent for Banshee, please e-mail me. And, I would like to include Nightcrawler, but I fear I will never get his accent right. If you want to see Kurt in here, please e-mail me and help with his accent. If I write him, I want to write him correctly. virtue@freehomepage.com