Chapter 2
Okay, I admit it, I have a real problem. I keep cutting off my stories in mid-paragraph! This is only cause I hardly ever get through a chapter without losing ideas, or reaching a writers block. Sorry!
"Hey, Kitty," Jean said as she passed Kitty, deep in thought, down the corridor that led to the main door to the mansion. "Hey, you haven't seen Scott, have you? He left about an hour to do some training in the woods."
"No, I, like, totally haven't. What is it with that guy, anyways? It's like he has nothing better to do than train! I mean, what a bore-meister! How serious can you get? Maybe Kurt was right about him, he is way too serious..."
Jean sighed. "Kitty, we all know why he's like that. We are after all, the protectors of humanity, and he IS our leader, remember? He has so much more to worry about than a normal teenager, even without his exams coming up. Maybe Professor Xavier is putting too much pressure on him." She leaned closer to Kitty. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Yeah, totally! Cool!" She hopped and clapped her hands, excited. Jean leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"I saw him sneak out to Professors Xavier's study one night, when he thought I was asleep. I followed him, and after he entered, the lights in Xavier's room turned out! How weird!"
"You reckon he's like, sleeping with the Professor? Ewwww!" Her face twisted in disgust.
"No, I don't think that's it, Kitty!" Jean blushed. Kitty snorted.
"That's only cause you like, totally fancy him!" She nudged her in the ribs. "Go on, admit it, girl, you do! You just try and not let us find out, I've seen the way you look at him!"
"What way?!" Jean shrieked, while going redder.
"You know." Kitty crossed her arms. She had a pout on her face, and looked ready for a good argument, though the grandfather clock was set at 2 o'clock.
"Look, Kitty, I don't have time for this, I have to find Scott!" She pushed past Kitty, blushing furiously. Kitty followed her, keeping pace with her to the main door. They argued all the way down, Kitty pushing her and Jean pushing back, until they reached the main door, where Jean exploded:
"FINE! I do, will that shut you up?! Jeez, there's no peace in this place!"
Kitty looked ready to retort, when suddenly the door flung open, shutting them up.
It was Scott. But what a mess he looked! His brown jacket had bits of twig all over him, and water ran from his hair in rivulets. His trousers were caked in mud, like he had fallen over many times. Even worse, he didn't have on his red glasses, and had his eyes screwed shut.
"Scott!" Both the girls cried, and ran to him. He collapsed into their arms, and his breathing slowed, becoming more peaceful.
"He's fainted. Help me get him to the stairs, Kitty."
Kitty nodded, and hooked her arms underneath Scott's legs, while Jean gripped him under his arms. They dragged and lifted him to the stairs, then lay him down at their base.
"Scott? Scott! Speak to me, come on, Scott," Jean pleaded, stroking his rain-streaked face. They heard Scott hearing his throat, then a croak came out, stuttering.
"J-J-Jean? Where am I ? Wh-What happened? My head hurts..." he moaned, leaning his head into Jeans shoulder, and passed out again.
"Scott? Scott?! Kitty, he's passed out again, help me to the landing and I'll try to contact the Professor. I hate waking him up, but this is serious..."
Kitty only nodded, wide-eyed, staring at Scott's unconscious form.
Like, wow, what could have done this to him? Blob's out of town at the moment, so what could have done this? Like, totally freaky! Kitty thought.
Jeans eyes creased in concentration, and she put a palm to her forehead as she contacted the Professor.
Professor? Are you awake?
Yes, indeed, Jean. I can see your predicament through the link. Stay there, Nightcrawler and Wolverine will join you soon. It is imperative that you STAY WHERE YOU ARE, Jean, it is very dangerous around the grounds if Scott has been rendered unconscious. I will investigate. The link faded, and with it, Xavier's voice.
"Wolverine and Nightcrawler are on their way, Kitty, we have to stay here. The Professor said something dangerous is on the grounds."
"Like, you don't have to tell me twice!" Kitty exclaimed. "Just look at him...Uh, sorry?" she said at Jeans crestfallen face. Scott moaned again, and turned his head to show the huge bruise, about the size of an egg, that covered half his forehead.
"Oh, Boy, he's going to have a headache in the morning, huh? Oh, lighten up, Wolverine will be here soon, what could happen?"
He reappeared, about 5 metres above the ground. He screamed out as he flew to the floor, as he knew the powers of the kid wouldn't stay long. Even as he fell, his fingers re-emerged, grew apart, and the tail slurped back in his body. The fine hair covering him disappeared, and he screamed again as his head hit the side of a chest of drawers in the corridor. He moaned, and saw someone's head appear above him as everything faded to black.
Jean sat, not speaking, for the entire time that it took for Nightcrawler to reach them. She was very upset over Scott, and not only were Kitty's efforts useless, but also Kurt's, who was much more adept at the art of the joke. She cracked a weak smile, once in a while, but that was it.
"Like, where is Wolverine? He should have been here a few minutes ago."
"Do you reckon that he's been delayed by whatever hit Scott? Oh, well, we can't wait. Alley oop!" With that, Nightcrawler lifted Scott onto his shoulders, whistling, and walked upstairs, toward the medical room. Jean and Kitty looked at each other, amazed at his strength, and then swiftly followed him.
They met Logan walking towards them in the third junction to the medical room. He pulled Scott off Kurt's shoulders without a word, then motioned for them to follow him. They barraged him with questions.
"What took you so long?" was the main question uttered by the three.
"I had a little - problem to take care of before I had to meet you. He's in the medical room too, and will probably be out for a few hours, if I'm any judge." He glared at them, as if to say he was the best judge they knew of here.
"Spike's been hurt? Oh, did the thing get him, too? Oh, dear."
"No, someone else. Professor Xavier is with him in the adjoining room, and will join us for a short while. He has to keep an eye on him, see?" He growled, daring them to ask who he was on about.
"At least the rest of the students are in bed, still. The others won't hear of this till the morning, but I can bet my whiskers that they'll be madder than a bear with a burr up its butt," He said.
"Try saying that three times quickly," Kurt whispered to Kitty and Jean, who giggled despite themselves.
"That'll mean extra time in the Danger Room to practice, so they can cool themselves off without causing any costly repairs." Wolverine chuckled to himself.
"Aw, man!" the three trailing behind groaned.
***
The kid woke up slowly, groaning. His head twisted to the right, slowly, and he saw a dark-haired teenager lying next to him. The kid slept with his glasses on, which was weird.
He shook his head to clear it, as he twisted his legs to get off the bed. He was still wearing his clothes, which were dry while the bed was soaked, but his sneakers were on the floor next to a door with a light under it. He'd have to be quiet, then.
He tiptoed over to the door, and slowly picked up his shoes. As he sat down to pull on his shoes, he heard voices through the door.
"How is he, Logan?" an old, clear voice asked.
"Just checked on him, Chuck," a throaty growl came through. "He seems fine, but."
"It's a good thing you found him before the others. He could be a danger to the others."
"You really think it's wise to talk to him before you know what kind of power he has? Come on, Prof, you know how ugly they can get. Some of them don't even want to be here, they just.don't have anywhere else to go."
The kid tied up his shoelaces, and looked across to the kid on the bed. This kid must be a - mutant?
"Well, they all have a choice, Logan. I offer the best one they can have at this time, though. Oh, and thank you for bringing Scott to my office first. That kept the others from seeing our visitor."
"No problem, Chuck. Still, I think I'll be there when you greet him. I can protect you from whatever he can do. Especially when he learns he can't leave,"
"Now, Logan."
The kid gasped, cutting him off. He knew instantly this was a mistake, as footsteps and a slight whirring started toward the door.
He fell on his knees, as voices started up in his head.
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"AAUGGHHH!!" he screamed, as it all became too much.
The door opened, but he ignored it. He fell on his side, the voices louder than a gong, booming in his head, and the voices-
Stopped.
He looked up, and saw the man in his wheelchair rubbing his forehead slightly. Apart from being completely bald, this man looked like he had power. He could feel it, almost as if it was a shield of some kind.
The man next to him just looked angry, as the kid pushed himself off the ground.
"Xavier, meet our new guest. Guess you'd better come in here and chat with him, kid."
Okay, I admit it, I have a real problem. I keep cutting off my stories in mid-paragraph! This is only cause I hardly ever get through a chapter without losing ideas, or reaching a writers block. Sorry!
"Hey, Kitty," Jean said as she passed Kitty, deep in thought, down the corridor that led to the main door to the mansion. "Hey, you haven't seen Scott, have you? He left about an hour to do some training in the woods."
"No, I, like, totally haven't. What is it with that guy, anyways? It's like he has nothing better to do than train! I mean, what a bore-meister! How serious can you get? Maybe Kurt was right about him, he is way too serious..."
Jean sighed. "Kitty, we all know why he's like that. We are after all, the protectors of humanity, and he IS our leader, remember? He has so much more to worry about than a normal teenager, even without his exams coming up. Maybe Professor Xavier is putting too much pressure on him." She leaned closer to Kitty. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Yeah, totally! Cool!" She hopped and clapped her hands, excited. Jean leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"I saw him sneak out to Professors Xavier's study one night, when he thought I was asleep. I followed him, and after he entered, the lights in Xavier's room turned out! How weird!"
"You reckon he's like, sleeping with the Professor? Ewwww!" Her face twisted in disgust.
"No, I don't think that's it, Kitty!" Jean blushed. Kitty snorted.
"That's only cause you like, totally fancy him!" She nudged her in the ribs. "Go on, admit it, girl, you do! You just try and not let us find out, I've seen the way you look at him!"
"What way?!" Jean shrieked, while going redder.
"You know." Kitty crossed her arms. She had a pout on her face, and looked ready for a good argument, though the grandfather clock was set at 2 o'clock.
"Look, Kitty, I don't have time for this, I have to find Scott!" She pushed past Kitty, blushing furiously. Kitty followed her, keeping pace with her to the main door. They argued all the way down, Kitty pushing her and Jean pushing back, until they reached the main door, where Jean exploded:
"FINE! I do, will that shut you up?! Jeez, there's no peace in this place!"
Kitty looked ready to retort, when suddenly the door flung open, shutting them up.
It was Scott. But what a mess he looked! His brown jacket had bits of twig all over him, and water ran from his hair in rivulets. His trousers were caked in mud, like he had fallen over many times. Even worse, he didn't have on his red glasses, and had his eyes screwed shut.
"Scott!" Both the girls cried, and ran to him. He collapsed into their arms, and his breathing slowed, becoming more peaceful.
"He's fainted. Help me get him to the stairs, Kitty."
Kitty nodded, and hooked her arms underneath Scott's legs, while Jean gripped him under his arms. They dragged and lifted him to the stairs, then lay him down at their base.
"Scott? Scott! Speak to me, come on, Scott," Jean pleaded, stroking his rain-streaked face. They heard Scott hearing his throat, then a croak came out, stuttering.
"J-J-Jean? Where am I ? Wh-What happened? My head hurts..." he moaned, leaning his head into Jeans shoulder, and passed out again.
"Scott? Scott?! Kitty, he's passed out again, help me to the landing and I'll try to contact the Professor. I hate waking him up, but this is serious..."
Kitty only nodded, wide-eyed, staring at Scott's unconscious form.
Like, wow, what could have done this to him? Blob's out of town at the moment, so what could have done this? Like, totally freaky! Kitty thought.
Jeans eyes creased in concentration, and she put a palm to her forehead as she contacted the Professor.
Professor? Are you awake?
Yes, indeed, Jean. I can see your predicament through the link. Stay there, Nightcrawler and Wolverine will join you soon. It is imperative that you STAY WHERE YOU ARE, Jean, it is very dangerous around the grounds if Scott has been rendered unconscious. I will investigate. The link faded, and with it, Xavier's voice.
"Wolverine and Nightcrawler are on their way, Kitty, we have to stay here. The Professor said something dangerous is on the grounds."
"Like, you don't have to tell me twice!" Kitty exclaimed. "Just look at him...Uh, sorry?" she said at Jeans crestfallen face. Scott moaned again, and turned his head to show the huge bruise, about the size of an egg, that covered half his forehead.
"Oh, Boy, he's going to have a headache in the morning, huh? Oh, lighten up, Wolverine will be here soon, what could happen?"
He reappeared, about 5 metres above the ground. He screamed out as he flew to the floor, as he knew the powers of the kid wouldn't stay long. Even as he fell, his fingers re-emerged, grew apart, and the tail slurped back in his body. The fine hair covering him disappeared, and he screamed again as his head hit the side of a chest of drawers in the corridor. He moaned, and saw someone's head appear above him as everything faded to black.
Jean sat, not speaking, for the entire time that it took for Nightcrawler to reach them. She was very upset over Scott, and not only were Kitty's efforts useless, but also Kurt's, who was much more adept at the art of the joke. She cracked a weak smile, once in a while, but that was it.
"Like, where is Wolverine? He should have been here a few minutes ago."
"Do you reckon that he's been delayed by whatever hit Scott? Oh, well, we can't wait. Alley oop!" With that, Nightcrawler lifted Scott onto his shoulders, whistling, and walked upstairs, toward the medical room. Jean and Kitty looked at each other, amazed at his strength, and then swiftly followed him.
They met Logan walking towards them in the third junction to the medical room. He pulled Scott off Kurt's shoulders without a word, then motioned for them to follow him. They barraged him with questions.
"What took you so long?" was the main question uttered by the three.
"I had a little - problem to take care of before I had to meet you. He's in the medical room too, and will probably be out for a few hours, if I'm any judge." He glared at them, as if to say he was the best judge they knew of here.
"Spike's been hurt? Oh, did the thing get him, too? Oh, dear."
"No, someone else. Professor Xavier is with him in the adjoining room, and will join us for a short while. He has to keep an eye on him, see?" He growled, daring them to ask who he was on about.
"At least the rest of the students are in bed, still. The others won't hear of this till the morning, but I can bet my whiskers that they'll be madder than a bear with a burr up its butt," He said.
"Try saying that three times quickly," Kurt whispered to Kitty and Jean, who giggled despite themselves.
"That'll mean extra time in the Danger Room to practice, so they can cool themselves off without causing any costly repairs." Wolverine chuckled to himself.
"Aw, man!" the three trailing behind groaned.
***
The kid woke up slowly, groaning. His head twisted to the right, slowly, and he saw a dark-haired teenager lying next to him. The kid slept with his glasses on, which was weird.
He shook his head to clear it, as he twisted his legs to get off the bed. He was still wearing his clothes, which were dry while the bed was soaked, but his sneakers were on the floor next to a door with a light under it. He'd have to be quiet, then.
He tiptoed over to the door, and slowly picked up his shoes. As he sat down to pull on his shoes, he heard voices through the door.
"How is he, Logan?" an old, clear voice asked.
"Just checked on him, Chuck," a throaty growl came through. "He seems fine, but."
"It's a good thing you found him before the others. He could be a danger to the others."
"You really think it's wise to talk to him before you know what kind of power he has? Come on, Prof, you know how ugly they can get. Some of them don't even want to be here, they just.don't have anywhere else to go."
The kid tied up his shoelaces, and looked across to the kid on the bed. This kid must be a - mutant?
"Well, they all have a choice, Logan. I offer the best one they can have at this time, though. Oh, and thank you for bringing Scott to my office first. That kept the others from seeing our visitor."
"No problem, Chuck. Still, I think I'll be there when you greet him. I can protect you from whatever he can do. Especially when he learns he can't leave,"
"Now, Logan."
The kid gasped, cutting him off. He knew instantly this was a mistake, as footsteps and a slight whirring started toward the door.
He fell on his knees, as voices started up in his head.
Really?Yeah what is going to is this a party whenwemovingwhattimePARTYloganpushingthemhurtingpainopendoorpowersoutofcontr ol-
"AAUGGHHH!!" he screamed, as it all became too much.
The door opened, but he ignored it. He fell on his side, the voices louder than a gong, booming in his head, and the voices-
Stopped.
He looked up, and saw the man in his wheelchair rubbing his forehead slightly. Apart from being completely bald, this man looked like he had power. He could feel it, almost as if it was a shield of some kind.
The man next to him just looked angry, as the kid pushed himself off the ground.
"Xavier, meet our new guest. Guess you'd better come in here and chat with him, kid."