Red
A/N
Obsidian: What was evil? Me? Li'l ole me?
The Sleepless Dreamer: It took me half a bottle of vodka to be able to create those spelling mistakes… Glad you liked them *grins*
C-Theory: I make 'em as long as I can. What the story wants to tell, it tells.
Angeleyes: *giggles and hugs the compliment to her chest* Yay!
HardysXtremeGurl: Um… lack of time to write anymore?
Obsidian: Close! But no cigar. Sorry. Biscuit? But seriously… no more tabloid articles for you Mister! (I'll just leave a note on the chapters that contain clippings and you can avoid them from here on 'kay? 'Cause there's gonna be a fair few.) Hope you like where both I and Willow are headed!
To the person who left no name and only said 'add': Witness addage.
Seoid: You inspired me to write the next chapter. Thank you! I'm glad you like Willow's power… it took me ages to come up with. Eventually I just went round all of my friends and said: "If you could be a mutant, what would your ideal power be?" Then I stole an idea. I now have a friend who's no longer speaking to me because I stole her power and screwed it up. *lol* As for where Willow's running to, keep reading! It'll be about seven or nine chapters before you find out though! *lol*
Talk to you all later!
Love, Kennie
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Pandemonium reigned. The situation was so bad that even the usually placid Jean Grey had two priceless Ming vases poised to knock out Scott and Logan as the Professor arrived at his office for the morning teacher conference.
With a speaking glance a Jean, who sheepishly lowered the vases to their usual places, the Professor wheeled himself to his usual position behind his desk.
"Settle down." He instructed the room in general.
Scott and Logan detached, sat down and commenced glaring at one another in lieu of actual physical harm.
"Cerebro registered a powerful mutant phenomenon overnight." The Professor told them all, getting straight to the core of the matter. "Twenty men were killed."
Scott, Logan, Storm and Jean all spoke at once.
"What?"
"How?"
"Where?"
"Who did it?"
"A young mutant with extraordinary powers dissolved them. She appears to have the ability to create and destroy matter at will." The Professor informed them. "I'd like the four of you to travel to Sunnydale, California, where the incident took place tomorrow. There you will meet with the girl and decide whether to hand her over to the authorities or to bring her all."
The group assented and matters turned to the students until the meeting broke up for breakfast.
It was whilst getting her breakfast that Storm met with an accident that would force her to stay behind the next day. She accidentally bumped into a student.
A wave of indecision overcame her and she stared helplessly at her plate, trying to decide whether or not to turn and face the student she had bumped into.
Jean was the first to notice her dilemma. Instructing Scott to take Storm to the sick bay, she turned to the student responsible.
Elizabeth Banning had been at the school for years. The only child of two geniuses, she had inherited their gifts. She was possessed of a photographic memory and a brain that worked faster than Cerebro, due in part to her parents and in part to her mutant capabilities. She was also an extreme liability.
Part of Elizabeth's ability was the power to pass memories and thoughts to other people with a touch. Unfortunately she was also a seething mass of indecision. Any accidental contact left the other person temporarily in the same state she was in; virtually unable to function. Even the Professor found it difficult to penetrate her mind and it was unknown whether her indecision was related to her mutant power.
"What happened?" Jean asked her.
Elizabeth gabbled her answer too quickly for Jean to follow.
This often happened with Elizabeth; her brain worked too quickly for her mouth to keep up.
Jean braced herself. "Show me." She urged.
Elizabeth hesitated and then reached out and touched Jean's bare arm.
Instantly Jean saw the events unfold.
She felt Elizabeth's agonising indecision as she debated what to eat for breakfast, running through the options in great detail. She saw Storm accidentally bump into Elizabeth, who felt her indecision being transmitted to Storm. She then shared Elizabeth's indecision over what to do next, try to help Storm? Summon another teacher? Pretend it hadn't happened? Eat breakfast? But what would she eat for breakfast? Would it be easier to help Storm instead of eating breakfast? Should she –
Elizabeth broke the contact and instantly the events were relegated to Jean's memory.
Jean loaded a plate with food and turned back to Elizabeth. Clamping down a niggle of indecision, she handed her the plate.
"Eat this." She told her kindly.