Title: Viral
Author: Viral
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men, Generation-X, or Blink.
Claimer: I do own Viral.
Disclaimer 2: I do not own Paul Harris. He is the created character of Jonothan [ncsuguy@hotmail.com].
Author's Note: Action? Yes. Comedy? Hopefully. Ending? Not yet.
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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The rainbow-colored aura of Everett swirled around him in light psionic energy as he concentrated on helping the two boys, Leech and Artie, back to good health. His brown eyes were closed with intensity as his forehead wrinkled downward in frustration. Sweat began to form at the tip of his hairline, slowly drooping down to the middle of his forehead as his eyebrows began to shake in concentration.
He could literally feel everything that was happening between him and the boys. His hands were producing a harmless bacterium that entered into their bloodstreams and found the DNA of the boys, the entire count of white blood cells that were attempting to fight the virus in their lungs, and the RNA of the virus itself. As the information slowly collected into the separate reservoir of his viral-encased hands, it absent-mindedly created a virus that would overpower the virus that was in their bodies but not harm the hosts themselves.
If Everett were not experiencing this and seeing it for himself it would be one of the most impossible things to understand. He grunted as the sweat fell over his eyelashes and he began to concentrate even more. Just one slip up could paralyze the boys in a deathly virus.
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Another sonic blast from Banshee's mouth sent more blood trickling from Viral's bare shoulder. He gave Viral the chance to help them and to be helped, but was refused. Therefore, he needed to follow his other orders: get rid of Viral at all costs. It just so happens, that getting rid of him was taking a lot longer than estimated.
Viral, on the other hand, was aching and feeling more than nauseous -- and the blood was not making things easier. His dark brown eyes seemed as if they were preparing to shed tears as he looked up to the floating Sean Cassidy who was preparing for another deadly blow of sonic sound waves. As Sean took in a deep breath with his eyes encased under his eyelids, Viral used the opportunity to his advantage. In a quick moment, despite the pain in his shoulder, Viral hopped to his feet and maneuvered into a nearby tree, which was still standing despite Banshee's loud mouth.
As Banshee prepared to release a powerful lungful of energy, he noticed Viral was nowhere in sight. The urban teenager was climbing the large Oak tree. And in a lunge of desperation Viral's body was back in sight with a very loud yell as he grabbed Banshee's blonde hair in his hands and the mutant lost his flight from the sudden shock.
As a virus quickly spread down Banshee's hair and into his scalp, the mutant's blonde hair fell completely off of his head in shavings. Soon the troublesome mutant was on the ground, blood seeping from his arm as the stones in the ground pinched it, and the virus began to send his body into sporadic spasms.
As he looked down to his own bloody shoulder, Viral began to walk in a slow pace from the scene. Nearly limping on one leg, he felt as if all his blood was rushing to his head as he began to feel a heavy feeling overcome him. Guilt. He looked down to Cassidy's dying body, and came to realize that it was not within him to kill anyone.
Bending down he placed a hand on the man's body and the spasms began to slowly relieve themselves. "You'll be alright."
-=-=-
"Charles, I don't want to admit it either, but it looks like they are all dead," Emma said, placing a hand on the mentor's shoulder. He had been so dedicated to his dream that he had converted her onto the side of good. That was definitely not an easy task, and going through this disbelief had to be even harder.
"Emma, it is impossible for one mutant to take down the entire X-Men. They were trained well. Even your Hellfire Club could not defeat them, I have faith that they are still alive."
"Keep havin faith, Chuck," Wolverine said as he hopped out of a dimensional portal, which opened inside the jet."
The Professor could not help to display a look of gratitude, relaxation, and a large smile on his face as he saw the faces of his X-Men with life in them. "Are all of you okay?"
"Scott and Ororo were infected by Viral, Professor. I don't know how long they can last," Jean says, her body shaking with tension and fear.
"Thank the Lord, hallelujah, and then some!" Everett says with excitement all throughout his voice, but also dreariness as he finally releases his hands from Leech and Artie's bodies. They were returning to their normal colors: Artie a red color for his skin, and Leech a green color for his.
"Everett, you did it!" Emma said, bursting out with a smile as she looked to Leech and Artie as they slowly began to wake up.
"But you seem rather tired, my young friend. Perhaps you should rest before taking on another tedious task?" Beast recommends, being the most intelligent in the medics.
"No, I'm okay. I think I'm getting better at this thing," he says with confidence, "Besides, it looks like Mr. Summers and Ms. Munroe are doing bad."
Everyone turned to look at Ororo, her flesh no longer its beautiful caramel color, but now a grayish color, which seemed to signify her soul being pulled from her. They then turned to see Cyclops was turning blue as the virus attacked his lungs and chest cavity, slowly traveling up his esophagus. Everett laid his hands on Scott and Ororo as the process began once more.
Jean, Remy, Logan, and Clarice were attended to medically by Hank as he looked through their injuries, including fractures, burns, and cuts, which left them all extremely tired and weakened. The Blackbird had become an infirmary.
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Paul finally reached an area over the forest aligning the New Jersey Turnpike where he saw trees fallen and scattered abroad. Definitely the work of Banshee as he noticed the unusual cuts and breaks in the trees and the numerous amount of splinters still floating around in the air. He came to a complete stop and hover as he noticed Banshee's body lying on the ground. He flew down to the mutant's side and landed on the uneven ground.
Pressing the button to the "X" on his wrist, he quickly heard the voice of Emma Frost in response, "Yes?"
"This is Paul, blondie. Your boy Banshee is down and it dun look like he's gettin up anytime soon," he said with his part-country accent.
"Viral has gotten him too?"
"By the looks of it."
"Paul, listen to my orders carefully. Do not go and fight this mutant. He doesn't seem like he could be much of a threat, but how could he take down Sean if he couldn't even reach him? Let him be and we can try a different approach," Emma commanded over the communicator.
"Yeah right, as if I'm gonna miss out on this fun? Just send somebody over to pick up your buddy. They'll be sure to find 'im."
Paul quickly took flight again as he dropped his communicator from his wrist. No distractions: just him and Viral. Having the ability to manipulate and control gravity, he could easily take flight by shifting the gravity around him: making a unique point and center on the Earth just so he could fly at a certain altitude, a certain speed, and in a certain direction. He had mastered his skills fairly well, with the help of Generation-X a few times, and was very confident in what he could do.
Flying over the treetops, he noticed Viral was completely out of the forest. Now he was flying over the suburbs of Northern New Jersey where many cars were not moving and many doors were closed and locked as news spread about the sudden outbreak of mutant activity.
Only one car was moving through the entire county, a very easy target to trace for this gravity-manipulation mutant. Feeling the pull of gravity was like a homing device, telling him the exact weights and speed of movement on whatever was resisting gravity. When he spotted the gravitational distraction it turned out to be an Acura MDX, silver-colored, and driving back towards the city.
When he caught up to the SUV, he contemplated a witty introduction of himself, but when the time came he forgot all about what he wanted to say. Instead the SUV lifted slightly off of the ground when he pointed his palm toward it. The next thing he saw was Viral jumping out of the Acura with a very angry look on his face, rubbing his gloved hands together. Always being prepared for the worse, a supply of gloves was nothing Viral ever worried about.
As Viral looked for the person who had stopped him, his eyes stopped with a gaze of bewilderment at the new face. The man seemed his age, a freshman in college, and amused by the use of his abilities. "Halt! I am Gravity-Man. Wait... no... that sound's dumb. I am Floating Guy. Hold up... I'm coming up with a name. Uhm, Super Outer Space Dude. Er, G. Diddy!" Paul shook his head as Viral looked in confusion. "Anyway, none of that matters! All that matters is I've had enough of you kickin around my friends. It's time somebody teached you a lesson in manners, youngin."
"Youngin?" Viral looked in amusement, confusion, and disbelief as 'Gravity-Man' floated in the air with his palm out, holding Viral's SUV. "Look, I've had enough of this for one day. Just put my car down so I can be on my way, okay buddy?"
"Little Viral getting soft, eh?" Paul said as Viral's legs were removed from under him by a pull of gravity and the mutant was hung upside down, nearly hitting his head against the asphalt street.
"What do you want?"
"Huh?" Paul looked in confusion. He didn't know what he wanted. After all, all the X-Men and Generation-X members were safe and Viral was no longer spreading any viruses as he was being hung upside down. "Revenge... I guess."
"You guess?"
The truck and Viral were slowly dropped to the ground as Paul stood there in a daze. Had he become so interested in fighting Viral that he had forgotten why he came? This left him so confused and shocked that he couldn't move or speak as Viral drove off.
-=-=-
"So, you let him go, sugah?" Rogue asked Paul as the entire mass of mutants sat in the large, yet comfortable Sitting Room of Xavier's Mansion.
"Yeah, sugah," he said, finding it fun to poke at Rogue's accent, not realizing that he had one of his own.
"Despite our failed attempts to stop, defeat, and recruit the boy, we cannot give up. He has a very deadly ability and we need to insure his safety and everyone else's safety," Xavier said, concluding his words.
"Why is he so important? I don't think Magneto wants a living virus in his ranks, despite how powerful he is. Why is he our target?" Monet asked.
"Because, the Professor's dream is for a peaceful co-existence between humans and mutants. The Friend's of Humanity will try to use a mutant like Viral, who can't help his abilities, to prove their evil side," Jubilee said, answering Monet. "Right, Professor?"
"Mhm," Professor said with his hands folded on top of his wheelchair surface.
"So how do de X-Men approach de mutant now, mon ami? Gambit don't d'ink Viral trust us."
"We'll need to approach him as a friend, Remy," the Professor answered.
"I shall be the one to speak with Dontè upon our next encounter," said a recovering Ororo Munroe as her blue eyes looked around the room and she sat in the arms of a protective Logan.
"Do you think that's a smart decision?" Jean asked in concerned sisterhood.
"Indeed, I do. He is a very intelligent young man, and when he finally does see we are only here to help, I believe he will return with me."
Clouds came over the sky as predicted by the forecast. Night fell over the east coast of the US, and rain pelted against the Northeast states.
Author: Viral
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men, Generation-X, or Blink.
Claimer: I do own Viral.
Disclaimer 2: I do not own Paul Harris. He is the created character of Jonothan [ncsuguy@hotmail.com].
Author's Note: Action? Yes. Comedy? Hopefully. Ending? Not yet.
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.
-=-=-
The rainbow-colored aura of Everett swirled around him in light psionic energy as he concentrated on helping the two boys, Leech and Artie, back to good health. His brown eyes were closed with intensity as his forehead wrinkled downward in frustration. Sweat began to form at the tip of his hairline, slowly drooping down to the middle of his forehead as his eyebrows began to shake in concentration.
He could literally feel everything that was happening between him and the boys. His hands were producing a harmless bacterium that entered into their bloodstreams and found the DNA of the boys, the entire count of white blood cells that were attempting to fight the virus in their lungs, and the RNA of the virus itself. As the information slowly collected into the separate reservoir of his viral-encased hands, it absent-mindedly created a virus that would overpower the virus that was in their bodies but not harm the hosts themselves.
If Everett were not experiencing this and seeing it for himself it would be one of the most impossible things to understand. He grunted as the sweat fell over his eyelashes and he began to concentrate even more. Just one slip up could paralyze the boys in a deathly virus.
-=-=-
Another sonic blast from Banshee's mouth sent more blood trickling from Viral's bare shoulder. He gave Viral the chance to help them and to be helped, but was refused. Therefore, he needed to follow his other orders: get rid of Viral at all costs. It just so happens, that getting rid of him was taking a lot longer than estimated.
Viral, on the other hand, was aching and feeling more than nauseous -- and the blood was not making things easier. His dark brown eyes seemed as if they were preparing to shed tears as he looked up to the floating Sean Cassidy who was preparing for another deadly blow of sonic sound waves. As Sean took in a deep breath with his eyes encased under his eyelids, Viral used the opportunity to his advantage. In a quick moment, despite the pain in his shoulder, Viral hopped to his feet and maneuvered into a nearby tree, which was still standing despite Banshee's loud mouth.
As Banshee prepared to release a powerful lungful of energy, he noticed Viral was nowhere in sight. The urban teenager was climbing the large Oak tree. And in a lunge of desperation Viral's body was back in sight with a very loud yell as he grabbed Banshee's blonde hair in his hands and the mutant lost his flight from the sudden shock.
As a virus quickly spread down Banshee's hair and into his scalp, the mutant's blonde hair fell completely off of his head in shavings. Soon the troublesome mutant was on the ground, blood seeping from his arm as the stones in the ground pinched it, and the virus began to send his body into sporadic spasms.
As he looked down to his own bloody shoulder, Viral began to walk in a slow pace from the scene. Nearly limping on one leg, he felt as if all his blood was rushing to his head as he began to feel a heavy feeling overcome him. Guilt. He looked down to Cassidy's dying body, and came to realize that it was not within him to kill anyone.
Bending down he placed a hand on the man's body and the spasms began to slowly relieve themselves. "You'll be alright."
-=-=-
"Charles, I don't want to admit it either, but it looks like they are all dead," Emma said, placing a hand on the mentor's shoulder. He had been so dedicated to his dream that he had converted her onto the side of good. That was definitely not an easy task, and going through this disbelief had to be even harder.
"Emma, it is impossible for one mutant to take down the entire X-Men. They were trained well. Even your Hellfire Club could not defeat them, I have faith that they are still alive."
"Keep havin faith, Chuck," Wolverine said as he hopped out of a dimensional portal, which opened inside the jet."
The Professor could not help to display a look of gratitude, relaxation, and a large smile on his face as he saw the faces of his X-Men with life in them. "Are all of you okay?"
"Scott and Ororo were infected by Viral, Professor. I don't know how long they can last," Jean says, her body shaking with tension and fear.
"Thank the Lord, hallelujah, and then some!" Everett says with excitement all throughout his voice, but also dreariness as he finally releases his hands from Leech and Artie's bodies. They were returning to their normal colors: Artie a red color for his skin, and Leech a green color for his.
"Everett, you did it!" Emma said, bursting out with a smile as she looked to Leech and Artie as they slowly began to wake up.
"But you seem rather tired, my young friend. Perhaps you should rest before taking on another tedious task?" Beast recommends, being the most intelligent in the medics.
"No, I'm okay. I think I'm getting better at this thing," he says with confidence, "Besides, it looks like Mr. Summers and Ms. Munroe are doing bad."
Everyone turned to look at Ororo, her flesh no longer its beautiful caramel color, but now a grayish color, which seemed to signify her soul being pulled from her. They then turned to see Cyclops was turning blue as the virus attacked his lungs and chest cavity, slowly traveling up his esophagus. Everett laid his hands on Scott and Ororo as the process began once more.
Jean, Remy, Logan, and Clarice were attended to medically by Hank as he looked through their injuries, including fractures, burns, and cuts, which left them all extremely tired and weakened. The Blackbird had become an infirmary.
-=-=-
Paul finally reached an area over the forest aligning the New Jersey Turnpike where he saw trees fallen and scattered abroad. Definitely the work of Banshee as he noticed the unusual cuts and breaks in the trees and the numerous amount of splinters still floating around in the air. He came to a complete stop and hover as he noticed Banshee's body lying on the ground. He flew down to the mutant's side and landed on the uneven ground.
Pressing the button to the "X" on his wrist, he quickly heard the voice of Emma Frost in response, "Yes?"
"This is Paul, blondie. Your boy Banshee is down and it dun look like he's gettin up anytime soon," he said with his part-country accent.
"Viral has gotten him too?"
"By the looks of it."
"Paul, listen to my orders carefully. Do not go and fight this mutant. He doesn't seem like he could be much of a threat, but how could he take down Sean if he couldn't even reach him? Let him be and we can try a different approach," Emma commanded over the communicator.
"Yeah right, as if I'm gonna miss out on this fun? Just send somebody over to pick up your buddy. They'll be sure to find 'im."
Paul quickly took flight again as he dropped his communicator from his wrist. No distractions: just him and Viral. Having the ability to manipulate and control gravity, he could easily take flight by shifting the gravity around him: making a unique point and center on the Earth just so he could fly at a certain altitude, a certain speed, and in a certain direction. He had mastered his skills fairly well, with the help of Generation-X a few times, and was very confident in what he could do.
Flying over the treetops, he noticed Viral was completely out of the forest. Now he was flying over the suburbs of Northern New Jersey where many cars were not moving and many doors were closed and locked as news spread about the sudden outbreak of mutant activity.
Only one car was moving through the entire county, a very easy target to trace for this gravity-manipulation mutant. Feeling the pull of gravity was like a homing device, telling him the exact weights and speed of movement on whatever was resisting gravity. When he spotted the gravitational distraction it turned out to be an Acura MDX, silver-colored, and driving back towards the city.
When he caught up to the SUV, he contemplated a witty introduction of himself, but when the time came he forgot all about what he wanted to say. Instead the SUV lifted slightly off of the ground when he pointed his palm toward it. The next thing he saw was Viral jumping out of the Acura with a very angry look on his face, rubbing his gloved hands together. Always being prepared for the worse, a supply of gloves was nothing Viral ever worried about.
As Viral looked for the person who had stopped him, his eyes stopped with a gaze of bewilderment at the new face. The man seemed his age, a freshman in college, and amused by the use of his abilities. "Halt! I am Gravity-Man. Wait... no... that sound's dumb. I am Floating Guy. Hold up... I'm coming up with a name. Uhm, Super Outer Space Dude. Er, G. Diddy!" Paul shook his head as Viral looked in confusion. "Anyway, none of that matters! All that matters is I've had enough of you kickin around my friends. It's time somebody teached you a lesson in manners, youngin."
"Youngin?" Viral looked in amusement, confusion, and disbelief as 'Gravity-Man' floated in the air with his palm out, holding Viral's SUV. "Look, I've had enough of this for one day. Just put my car down so I can be on my way, okay buddy?"
"Little Viral getting soft, eh?" Paul said as Viral's legs were removed from under him by a pull of gravity and the mutant was hung upside down, nearly hitting his head against the asphalt street.
"What do you want?"
"Huh?" Paul looked in confusion. He didn't know what he wanted. After all, all the X-Men and Generation-X members were safe and Viral was no longer spreading any viruses as he was being hung upside down. "Revenge... I guess."
"You guess?"
The truck and Viral were slowly dropped to the ground as Paul stood there in a daze. Had he become so interested in fighting Viral that he had forgotten why he came? This left him so confused and shocked that he couldn't move or speak as Viral drove off.
-=-=-
"So, you let him go, sugah?" Rogue asked Paul as the entire mass of mutants sat in the large, yet comfortable Sitting Room of Xavier's Mansion.
"Yeah, sugah," he said, finding it fun to poke at Rogue's accent, not realizing that he had one of his own.
"Despite our failed attempts to stop, defeat, and recruit the boy, we cannot give up. He has a very deadly ability and we need to insure his safety and everyone else's safety," Xavier said, concluding his words.
"Why is he so important? I don't think Magneto wants a living virus in his ranks, despite how powerful he is. Why is he our target?" Monet asked.
"Because, the Professor's dream is for a peaceful co-existence between humans and mutants. The Friend's of Humanity will try to use a mutant like Viral, who can't help his abilities, to prove their evil side," Jubilee said, answering Monet. "Right, Professor?"
"Mhm," Professor said with his hands folded on top of his wheelchair surface.
"So how do de X-Men approach de mutant now, mon ami? Gambit don't d'ink Viral trust us."
"We'll need to approach him as a friend, Remy," the Professor answered.
"I shall be the one to speak with Dontè upon our next encounter," said a recovering Ororo Munroe as her blue eyes looked around the room and she sat in the arms of a protective Logan.
"Do you think that's a smart decision?" Jean asked in concerned sisterhood.
"Indeed, I do. He is a very intelligent young man, and when he finally does see we are only here to help, I believe he will return with me."
Clouds came over the sky as predicted by the forecast. Night fell over the east coast of the US, and rain pelted against the Northeast states.