Standing By The Bridge
Written By: Kaede Kinkade
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Disclaimer: *sweeps the X-Men under her bed* What? They were never here…I never kidnapped them…what do you mean copyright? I own them…I own them!!!! Okay…I lied…I don't own them…I'm just kidnapping them for the time being…although I might keep Remy and Scott for myself. ^_^ Anywho, I only own Kali.
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Rating: PG-13
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Authors Note: Woo-hoo, my story has eight reviews…*does a little touchdown dance thing.* Anyway, thank-you to those of you that have reviewed…I love them…so keep em' coming if ya want more of the story.
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Note: / = telepathic conversation /
* = conversation with the dead*
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Chapter Four: Magneto's plan, Kali's bad day, Logan's news, Scott's dream, and Frank's investigation AKA: One hell of a long title
Magneto brought a glove clad hand to stroke his chin as his hues looked over the file's in front of him, a rare twisted smile was brought to his face. This was it! Everything he was looking for was in that file, map's, translations, everything at his fingertips. Mastermind was using Magneto to open up Apocalypse's tomb…who would in turn destroy the world…not something Magneto wanted.
No, Magneto just wanted mutant's to take over the world. After all if Apocalypse was released in theory there would be no world to take over…and that wouldn't be any good. So Magneto was planning to make sure that Apocalypse couldn't get out, no matter how hard Mastermind tried to set him free.
He tilted his head to the side, picking up a piece of old yellowing paper, crisp, the edges seared slightly as if it had been in some kind of fire. The writing was almost completely faded, but he could make out some of the sentences.
''To lock the door,
Blood must be spilled,
To lock the door,
The dead must be present,
To lock the door,
The one with death in her head must be found,
To lock the door,
Blood shed all around.''
Or at least that's what Magneto could decipher, this was good…all he had to do was shed blood on the door. First he had to find this girl…wherever she may be. Apocalypse will be incased in his tomb forever, and Magneto can go on with his plan to wipe out the human race.
All was good.
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Nothing was good, at least not for Kali. She had been at the school for a week, and everyday seemed to get worse. First it was Kurt avoiding her, then it was Scott always trying to do something to mess her up while they were in the danger room, and then it was all those damn blood tests Mr. McCoy took from her seeing as he was the resident Doctor.
But nothing compared to what happened when The Professor looked inside her head, that proved to be a big…mess.
She was sitting in The Professor's nicely decorated office, sitting on the edge of a overstuffed brown leather chair. The Professor smiled kindly at her, but she stayed silent…something about telepaths made her nervous…not to mention the fact that his wheel chair seemed to hum 'row row your boat.' He raised his hands to be placed over her temples,
"Just relax Kali, this won't hurt a bit." and he was right, it didn't hurt at all, but damn it felt weird having a bald headed professor slinking around in your mind only days after you first met him. In the end when she opened her blue eyes, the professor in front of her was frowning.
"I see you had a vision the other day…" He stated as he wheeled back around to be behind his desk. Kali for a moment was confused, she had lot's of visions but only that one made an impression on her.
"Oh yes that, about Mr. Kale being murdered…"
"I don't want you to go after the man who did it…"
"Why not?" Kali questioned in a slightly angry tone as she tilted her head to one side.
"Because he's more dangerous then you would think…"
"You know him then?"
"Yes…he is a very powerful mutant who goes by the name…Magneto."
Kali blinked, then blinked again. The Professor made this Magneto's name sound like he was the devil incarnate. She hated when people made a person's name something to be afraid of, like at any moment just because he said it Magneto would appear in a cloud of dust or something.
"So…I can't help this Mr. Kale out? I can't avenge his death?"
"I'm afraid not, it would be far to dangerous for you."
Kali sighed and leaned her head back in the chair, just waiting for Mr. Kale to pop up back in her head and start screaming his head off…but the old history professor never appeared once.
"Dangerous?" Kali questioned with a raised brow.
"Yes, very dangerous…you could get yourself killed if you go after him alone."
"Sir…no offense or anything, but I've killed mutant killer's before…and all's I got to say is…" Before she could even finish that sentence Mr. McCoy burst into The Professor's office, a large toothy grin on his face…what the hell was up with him? After The Professor reprimanded him for entering without knocking and during Kali's first session, Kali got up.
"Kay then…I'll go now, we only had five minutes left anyway."
"Remember what I told you…" The Professor stated eyeing Mr. McCoy out of the corner of his eye.
"Yeah yeah…I know don't go after…Magneto…" Kali stated before stepping out of the room.
That was two day's ago, every time Mr. McCoy would see Kali in the halls our during training he would eye her oddly, the same with The Professor… and every time they went by her, Kali could almost here them singing, 'we know something you don't know.' It was driving Kali insane, everything was.
Today, was Sunday…her last day of freedom so to speak…tomorrow was her first day at Bayville High School. Something she was NOT looking forward to. She took the stairs two at a time to get up to her room, narrowly avoiding Scott who was pacing back and forth in one of the halls. He didn't even look up at her, or take notice, he simply gave a grunt when she brushed against one of his arms as she walked passed the pacing robot that was Scott.
She stepped into her room and grin when she noticed that it was empty, Jean must be at the mall again…man she went there nearly everyday. Kali picked up the phone sat on her mess of a bed which was already cluttered with books and file folders and dialed Frank's phone number,
Ringgggg….ringggggg…ringgggg….ringggg….
Oh come on, answer the damn phone will ya…?' she thought as she glanced over towards the clock to make sure that it wasn't to early, maybe he was still sleeping? Finally she heard the receiver being picked up at his end of the line.
"He…llo?" Came his deep voice with a yawn as he spoke…yep she had woke him up.
"Hi Frank, sorry to wake you."
"No…no, it's no problem." He stated on the other side, his voice now fully awake now that he knew it was her and not a damn telemarketer or something of the like.
"How's life been?"
"Sad…depressing…lonely…" Kali knew he was smirking as he said that, she just knew it.
"Miss me?"
"Every moment I breathe."
"Hmm…and here I thought that men thought about sex every moment they breathe…"
"Oh…who said that I wasn't thinking of sex every moment I breathe…after all…ya know…"
"Okay I get it Frank" She stated with a smile as she thumbed through one of the file folders. "I need a favor…"
"What is it?" He asked slightly concerned, she never needed favors.
"Xavier won't let me go after this one mutant I seen in my head killing a history professor…"
"So you want me to go after him…?"
"No! no, I don't want you to go after him…I just want you to check in with Marco about his killing…and what was missing from his office…"
The conversation went on for another half and hour, after she gave him all the information about Mr. Kale, they went to more mundane things…mostly what they would be doing together if she wasn't currently residing at the school.
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Logan shook his head slightly after pulling his helmet off, he had been riding his motorcycle for day's straight looking for the missing bits and pieces of his past. His search came up empty again, and now as he looked over the school he was back…he was…home.
The moment he walked in through the front doors he almost slipped on an ice puddle, a snicker heard from around the corner let Logan see that it was none other then Bobby Drake. One of these day's he was going to kill that boy…
/Logan, good to see your back…please report to my office, there is some interesting news for you…/
It didn't matter how many times he had a telepath in his head, it always ended up freaking him out to no end. Lucky he couldn't get gray hair…otherwise with all of the scare's he's had in his life…he didn't even want to think about what he would look like, bald maybe? Wrinkles up the ying-yang?
With a menacing fist raised and shaking towards Bobby he let a low growl rumble from his throat before stalking away towards the Professor's office, nearly colliding into Scott on the way.
"Jesus kid watch where yer going." He stated watching the kid as he walked passed him…something seemed wrong with ole' one eye.
He raised his hand to knock on The Professor's door, but a voice rang out in his head instead.
/Come in Logan./
He walked into The Professor's office surprised not only to see the balding Xavier, but also Hank McCoy. Normally Hank kept to the med lab, even during teacher's meetings, but here he was, leaving his post down in the lower levels. This wasn't good.
"Ya wanted to see me Chuck?" Logan questioned bringing himself to sit down on one of the plush chairs, keeping at the edge of the chair and leaning forward running a hand through his always messy hair.
"Ah, yes Logan…there is something that you need to know…"
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Scott had been wondering the school's hallways for most of the day, ever since he got up and couldn't get back to sleep. He had managed to run into a few people, and a few wall's as his thoughts took over while he just walked.
He couldn't shake the dream from his head, it had to be the worst nightmare he had ever had. The worst, more worse then the dream with the clowns in it.
This dream started off like a normal danger room session, him trying to do everything in his power to upstage Kali, him trying to show off how good of a leader that he was. Then in the dream he had headed up to Jean and Kali's room, to find that there was only one bed in the room…and laying in the bed was Kali…naked.
But no…that wasn't the terrifying part.
The terrifying part came when he started to strip off his cloths as well…and then the rest from there was down hill.
Why did he have a dream like that with Kali? His sworn enemy, even though she really didn't know that she was his enemy. And why was it earlier today when she ran into him after climbing the stairs he didn't make a witty line up…he didn't even tell her to 'watch where she was going.' he just let her run into him and he didn't say anything…instead he felt his heart try and leap up into his throat.
No…he did NOT have a CRUSH on her.
It wasn't possible!
No!
No Way!
Oh man, why him?
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Frank had convinced Marco to go with him to the scene of the crime, even though the whole way to the collage, Marco was complaining about how much trouble he could get into…Frank had ignored his rants.
The moment he entered the classroom, Frank felt ill. He could see the dead Mr. Kale walking around, writing on the black board, even though no one other then himself could see the writing. A flag pole had been speared through his head. No wonder Kali wanted him to check this out for him.
Marco followed Frank down to the main floor of the classroom and watched as Frank poked his detective nose around.
"What exactly did you say was missing?" Frank asked while placing his Mag-light flashlight into his mouth as his hands thumbed through the file cabinets.
"Two files on Egypt's Ancient tombs…man this place gives me the creeps."
"I wonder what would be so important that a man would be killed over what were in two files like that…" Frank stated to himself pulling the flashlight out of his mouth and pocketing it as he turned around to face Marco who was leaning on the professor's desk, arms crossed over his chest as his dark eyes were darting back and forth like they would be attacked at any moment.
"Chill out Marco, seriously it's not like the killer will come back to the scene of the crime…" Frank stated only to be cut off by a new voice.
"I think that's exactly the way it seems…" Boomed a deep voice, Marco and Frank both going for their gun's only to have them pulled out of their hands.
This wasn't in any way, shape, or form good.
[Chapter Four complete; Feb. 4th]
Okay this chapter was weird, in the fact that I have sort of a clue where I'm going with this…and sort of not…I'm just playing it by year ya know.
Anyway, thank you to those of you that reviewed!