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: Please be aware that there is A LOT of dialogue in this chapter. I believe the story will end here. I'm rather done with any more ideas for this storyline and I think it's time to begin something new and fresh. So, the final chapter awaits reading. Plus, you finally get to see who Dontè [Viral] really is, outside of the mutant abilities.
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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Dontè, the formal Viral, was now looking out of his window on a quiet Saturday. It had remained quiet for at least an hour after he had watched and waited for the Sanitary Engineers to take up the garbage and move onto the next street. He had a lot to think about, especially all the events of the former day.
He felt more than guilty for the lives that were possibly lost from his virus epidemic, but there was little he could do. First thing he knew was he saw a woman being dragged in an alleyway, and he ran after her. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. He made his heroic jumps, kicks, and punches until the man who was dragging the woman was knocked out cold.
But, before he could even offer her a hand up off of the dirty ground, a gang of Hispanic men was blocking the entrance/exit to the dead-end alley. He looked up as he saw one of them pull out a gun. Unaware that bullets would have no effect on him, he began to release a nervous sweat and deadly toxins began to infiltrate the enclosed air of the alley.
One by one the men fell, staggering over each other as their eyes went blind and their lungs began to shrink. The wide effects that his viruses would produce were always unpredictable. But, his good deed was soon overshadowed as he realized the woman was infected as well and soon his own eyes began to blind.
He ran out of the alley, crashing into people and naturally their skin rubbed against his. Soon the entire street was becoming infected as the air became poisonous. Cars crashed and people began to lose control, as Viral's body began to heal itself with a cure that sent him to his knees.
Then, the young mutants approached him. When he finally seemed to get them all off his trail, he was approached by the white-haired Windrider. What an amazing woman. But she just had to grab his arm, didn't she? When she fell to the ground with an infection, he felt the urge to bend down and save her, but the bullet-toting FOH member was not going to allow that. The next thing he knew, he was fighting an adult band of mutants.
Finally, he made it home, not knowing if anyone had survived, except one little girl and Sean Cassidy whom he had cured himself. His brown eyes closed as he imagined the long-term effects that his virus could have on all those had had infected, and it sent deathly shivers and chills down his spine. He needed to be with someone, even if he could not touch him or her, at least being within his or her love was acceptable enough. He decided he would go home for a visit. His apartment was quiet enough to let him think, but not warm with family love as was the home he had grown up in.
As he readied himself to actually leave the house for the morning, he heard a light tap on his window. His brown eyes opened immediately and as he swiftly moved aside the thin, sheer curtain he caught the figure of Ororo and Paul at his window. Quickly he suspected they were there for reasons that were besides their motives and his gloves slowly began to slip off of his hands. Ororo tapped the window again, her blue eyes and stare stopping Dontè and alerting him that there was no cause for alarm.
He pointed his fingers to his left as he walked from his spot on the window chair and opened the door to his small apartment balcony where he met a soft gust of warm summer air. Soon, he was also met by a floating Ororo and not to far behind her a floating Paul. "You're not dead?" Dontè asked Ororo, not even sorting out his words and mentally chastising himself for sounding so rude. He had been taught better than that.
"No, thanks to one of our mutant members, Everett Thomas, better known as Synch, I am alive and well," Ororo responded with a smile across his glossy caramel lips.
"There's actually somebody that knows how to cure these viruses? Maybe they can help me!" Dontè says with excitement in his voice and ambition in his eyes. This was one thing he would pay to get rid of.
"Sorry Dontè, but Everett does not have a unique way of curing any virus that you emit. His mutant ability is an aura that surrounds his body. The purpose of that aura is to locate other mutants, but not only that. It also copies the abilities of nearby mutants. Over the years, he has learned to hold onto those mutant abilities that he has copied for a much longer time than when he started out." Ororo paused as she walked closer to Dontè and Paul looked over the balcony. "We cannot cure a mutant from his or her abilities. There is no cure for it because it is not a disease. All we can do is attempt to educate you in your abilities, train you in their usage, and let you know that you are not very different from anyone else."
"I should've known," Dontè says, almost in the tone of a disappointed mumble as he crosses his arms, "I just can't figure out why I'm the one stuck with this."
"It is not a matter of choice, Dontè. Your mutant ability is simply the next phase in human evolution," she says in an attempt to comfort him.
"Really? Well, I hardly believe in evolution because it makes no sense. Where exactly was our origin if we evolved, sistah?" Dontè questions. He looks to Ororo for an answer, but when he can see that she does not know what to say, he continues. "It supposedly began with a 'big bang' that produced disks into space around the sun, or whateva, which later evolved into planets. Then, suddenly, out of nothing, single-celled organisms began to form on the planet Earth and from them evolved multi-celled organisms, which took millions, perhaps billions of years to evolve into what you see today. Now, I ask you, where exactly was the origin: the 'big bang'? Where was its origin? Holla at me."
"You make a pretty decent point here. But how do explain our life here on Earth?" Ororo asks with a contemplative look across her face.
"God," he answers plainly.
"God? Yeah right, chidlen," Paul laughs as he turns to face a serious-faced Ororo. "And now I'll return to looking down at the ground."
"God," Ororo says as she goes into deep thought, and then suddenly seems to come back to reality. "Why would God curse you with such a gift as emitting viruses from your skin beyond your control and bless me with something as resourceful as controlling the elements of nature?"
"I'm not cursed," Dontè says and his words seem to hang on the air.
"You seem as if you are confident you are not cursed. Can you give me an example as to how your genetic mutation has been a friend to you?" Ororo asks.
"Yestaday," for a moment he seemed as if he were an intellectual suburban youth when he had explained evolution. Now he was back to his ebonical vernacular, "When y'all was chasin me around I was tryin to get to my mom. She was gettin real sick from some type of viral cancer. I didn't know if I could help or not, but when I concentrated enough I actually saw the virus, or whateva, in her body, and I was able to put a cure right inside of her. My 'curse' saved the life of the most important woman to me. It ain't a curse. It was given to me for a reason."
"Oh, and I'm going to drown in tears," Paul laughs and a quick flicker of lightning from Ororo's eyes shuts him up as he once again turns back around to look at the ground from the balcony.
"Dontè, it is very obvious that you are an intelligent young man. Prepared for college, mentally, and aware of every virtue that will establish you as a man of integrity for the rest of your life. But, please, come back with me to the Xavier's Institute. You may still live your life and attend college at your current choice of university. We want to be your friends and see if there is any way you can control these viruses without the protective gloves," Ororo pleads with a hand on Dontè's shoulder.
"I just don't know," he says, nodding his head as he thought deeply.
"Open your eyes, child. You are able to trust me, for I will not let you down and I will be your friend."
"You've already earned my trust."
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Closing Notes: I know, forgive me for such a stupid ending. :(
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: Please be aware that there is A LOT of dialogue in this chapter. I believe the story will end here. I'm rather done with any more ideas for this storyline and I think it's time to begin something new and fresh. So, the final chapter awaits reading. Plus, you finally get to see who Dontè [Viral] really is, outside of the mutant abilities.
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.
-=-=-
Dontè, the formal Viral, was now looking out of his window on a quiet Saturday. It had remained quiet for at least an hour after he had watched and waited for the Sanitary Engineers to take up the garbage and move onto the next street. He had a lot to think about, especially all the events of the former day.
He felt more than guilty for the lives that were possibly lost from his virus epidemic, but there was little he could do. First thing he knew was he saw a woman being dragged in an alleyway, and he ran after her. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. He made his heroic jumps, kicks, and punches until the man who was dragging the woman was knocked out cold.
But, before he could even offer her a hand up off of the dirty ground, a gang of Hispanic men was blocking the entrance/exit to the dead-end alley. He looked up as he saw one of them pull out a gun. Unaware that bullets would have no effect on him, he began to release a nervous sweat and deadly toxins began to infiltrate the enclosed air of the alley.
One by one the men fell, staggering over each other as their eyes went blind and their lungs began to shrink. The wide effects that his viruses would produce were always unpredictable. But, his good deed was soon overshadowed as he realized the woman was infected as well and soon his own eyes began to blind.
He ran out of the alley, crashing into people and naturally their skin rubbed against his. Soon the entire street was becoming infected as the air became poisonous. Cars crashed and people began to lose control, as Viral's body began to heal itself with a cure that sent him to his knees.
Then, the young mutants approached him. When he finally seemed to get them all off his trail, he was approached by the white-haired Windrider. What an amazing woman. But she just had to grab his arm, didn't she? When she fell to the ground with an infection, he felt the urge to bend down and save her, but the bullet-toting FOH member was not going to allow that. The next thing he knew, he was fighting an adult band of mutants.
Finally, he made it home, not knowing if anyone had survived, except one little girl and Sean Cassidy whom he had cured himself. His brown eyes closed as he imagined the long-term effects that his virus could have on all those had had infected, and it sent deathly shivers and chills down his spine. He needed to be with someone, even if he could not touch him or her, at least being within his or her love was acceptable enough. He decided he would go home for a visit. His apartment was quiet enough to let him think, but not warm with family love as was the home he had grown up in.
As he readied himself to actually leave the house for the morning, he heard a light tap on his window. His brown eyes opened immediately and as he swiftly moved aside the thin, sheer curtain he caught the figure of Ororo and Paul at his window. Quickly he suspected they were there for reasons that were besides their motives and his gloves slowly began to slip off of his hands. Ororo tapped the window again, her blue eyes and stare stopping Dontè and alerting him that there was no cause for alarm.
He pointed his fingers to his left as he walked from his spot on the window chair and opened the door to his small apartment balcony where he met a soft gust of warm summer air. Soon, he was also met by a floating Ororo and not to far behind her a floating Paul. "You're not dead?" Dontè asked Ororo, not even sorting out his words and mentally chastising himself for sounding so rude. He had been taught better than that.
"No, thanks to one of our mutant members, Everett Thomas, better known as Synch, I am alive and well," Ororo responded with a smile across his glossy caramel lips.
"There's actually somebody that knows how to cure these viruses? Maybe they can help me!" Dontè says with excitement in his voice and ambition in his eyes. This was one thing he would pay to get rid of.
"Sorry Dontè, but Everett does not have a unique way of curing any virus that you emit. His mutant ability is an aura that surrounds his body. The purpose of that aura is to locate other mutants, but not only that. It also copies the abilities of nearby mutants. Over the years, he has learned to hold onto those mutant abilities that he has copied for a much longer time than when he started out." Ororo paused as she walked closer to Dontè and Paul looked over the balcony. "We cannot cure a mutant from his or her abilities. There is no cure for it because it is not a disease. All we can do is attempt to educate you in your abilities, train you in their usage, and let you know that you are not very different from anyone else."
"I should've known," Dontè says, almost in the tone of a disappointed mumble as he crosses his arms, "I just can't figure out why I'm the one stuck with this."
"It is not a matter of choice, Dontè. Your mutant ability is simply the next phase in human evolution," she says in an attempt to comfort him.
"Really? Well, I hardly believe in evolution because it makes no sense. Where exactly was our origin if we evolved, sistah?" Dontè questions. He looks to Ororo for an answer, but when he can see that she does not know what to say, he continues. "It supposedly began with a 'big bang' that produced disks into space around the sun, or whateva, which later evolved into planets. Then, suddenly, out of nothing, single-celled organisms began to form on the planet Earth and from them evolved multi-celled organisms, which took millions, perhaps billions of years to evolve into what you see today. Now, I ask you, where exactly was the origin: the 'big bang'? Where was its origin? Holla at me."
"You make a pretty decent point here. But how do explain our life here on Earth?" Ororo asks with a contemplative look across her face.
"God," he answers plainly.
"God? Yeah right, chidlen," Paul laughs as he turns to face a serious-faced Ororo. "And now I'll return to looking down at the ground."
"God," Ororo says as she goes into deep thought, and then suddenly seems to come back to reality. "Why would God curse you with such a gift as emitting viruses from your skin beyond your control and bless me with something as resourceful as controlling the elements of nature?"
"I'm not cursed," Dontè says and his words seem to hang on the air.
"You seem as if you are confident you are not cursed. Can you give me an example as to how your genetic mutation has been a friend to you?" Ororo asks.
"Yestaday," for a moment he seemed as if he were an intellectual suburban youth when he had explained evolution. Now he was back to his ebonical vernacular, "When y'all was chasin me around I was tryin to get to my mom. She was gettin real sick from some type of viral cancer. I didn't know if I could help or not, but when I concentrated enough I actually saw the virus, or whateva, in her body, and I was able to put a cure right inside of her. My 'curse' saved the life of the most important woman to me. It ain't a curse. It was given to me for a reason."
"Oh, and I'm going to drown in tears," Paul laughs and a quick flicker of lightning from Ororo's eyes shuts him up as he once again turns back around to look at the ground from the balcony.
"Dontè, it is very obvious that you are an intelligent young man. Prepared for college, mentally, and aware of every virtue that will establish you as a man of integrity for the rest of your life. But, please, come back with me to the Xavier's Institute. You may still live your life and attend college at your current choice of university. We want to be your friends and see if there is any way you can control these viruses without the protective gloves," Ororo pleads with a hand on Dontè's shoulder.
"I just don't know," he says, nodding his head as he thought deeply.
"Open your eyes, child. You are able to trust me, for I will not let you down and I will be your friend."
"You've already earned my trust."
-=-=-=-
Closing Notes: I know, forgive me for such a stupid ending. :(