X-MEN
Dawn of Destruction
A/n: Vasquez, Scott & Jean's daughter, Rachel Summers, is a real character in the Marvel universe; I didn't make her up-just so you know. The only characters that I own are the H.S.A.M.F. group, Zee, and Memory Card. When am I gonna get some more reviews for this story?
Last Chapter: The new students arrive at the Academy and Cyclops denies his daughter from the alternate future. Bobby struggles with his feelings for Rogue, while she sets her eyes on the new kinetic-energy manipulating mutant, Gambit. A mutant shelter is blown up by an anti-mutant hate gang.
"The Master Plan"
So he doesn't want me here.
Rachel Summers brushed a strand of light red hair from a large green eye as the front door slammed shut behind her father. She couldn't really blame him for running-Rachel doubted she would accept some strange young college-aged girl saying she was her daughter either. She took a deep breath and tightened her leather jacket around her slim figure. She was only here because the future was a twisted, dark world for mutants-and she wanted to improve it before it got out of hand.
The foyer was deathly silent, and Rachel could feel all the wide pairs of eyes studying her-waiting for her next move. She took another deep breath and turned to face everyone.
"Hi, my name is Rachel Summers. Do any of you know where I'll be staying?"
Silence replied to her as everyone stared open-mouthed.
"Yes Rachel", came a calm, serene voice from behind her, "Welcome to the Academy-you will be in Room 109."
Rachel turned quickly to see a short, bald man constrained to a wheelchair. He smiled at her warmly. She could hear quick gasps from behind her and her face broke into its own wide, welcoming smile.
"Professor X!" she jogged the couple of feet toward the Professor, bent over and embraced him warmly. Back in her old universe, Professor X was an icon-he had also been the one to channel her through her mind while she was in the alternate future, from his current location in the present. It was so willing to help her get out of there-and she finally had, from the help of a portal-hopping mutant named Blink.
"Hank, give the rest of these newcomers their rooming assignments and then meet me out in the X-Mobile (A/N: Sorry, I don't know the names of any of their cars)", Professor X ordered, before winking at Rachel and wheeling down the hallway.
Beast nodded and said, "Alright everyone-into the briefing room- follow me."
Bobby, Rogue, and Neal watched as the large group of newcomers milled slowly behind the professor and past the common room, down the hallway. Rogue smiled as Gambit glanced at her and tossed her a slight wave. Bobby's ears burned angrily at the sight.
Who does that guy think he is?
Bobby Drake had no idea who thought they could just barge into HIS territory and start flirting with his girlfriend, but whoever had that idea was horribly mistaken. Well, technically, Rogue wasn't his girlfriend anymore-but what did it matter? She was still marked territory if he liked her.
"What's wrong, Bobby?"
Bobby turned quickly to see Rogue peering up at him inquiringly. Bobby gulped slightly and felt an icy feeling of panic clutch through his chest. How come every time he started to panic his powers surged out of control? It hadn't happened much-only after he had broken up with Rogue.
"Oh, nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?"
Rogue just smiled, "No reason-you just looked mad."
With that, she took off into the common room with Neal and Kitty. Bobby shook his head in disappointment, scolding himself for another lost opportunity to tell her how he felt.
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The sky was crisp and clear as the Blackbird soared through it-Storm had made sure of that. Zee had agreed to give Xavier's Institute a chance, so the trio had been traveling since one-thirty a.m. the night before. Zee had been tired and slept most of the ride-and by now they were only a few hours away from the Academy.
Storm took a deep breath as she ran her fingers through her pale white hair before glancing toward the back of the jet and spotting the girl slowly waking up. She smiled genuinely and left Kurt at the controls while slowly making her way toward the still-frightened girl.
Zee eyed her wearily and turned her head so that she could look out the window. Storm sighed. It was obviously going to be up to her to start this conversation.
"So, you can make people disappear?" Storm asked a Nightcrawler guided the X-Jet through the wind-filled currents and pumped-up clouds.
Zee looked at her and swiped her disheveled black hair from her face, "I can also defy gravity-that's how I was doing all those fancy tricks back in the alley. My parents found out last year when I began to have an excruciating headache about a year ago. While I was screaming in pain, a well-known, wanted arsonist appeared in our house and nearly killed my father. When my headache stopped and the arsonist's began, I knew something was wrong. After it was released about the Cerebro II incident my parents knew something was up and I was kicked the curb. Just because I was different."
Storm put a supportive hand on the trembling girl's shoulder, "I know how you feel. I used to feel the same-I used to have no control over my powers. I was scared-I destroyed almost five villages when a group of tornados went out of control. It is no easy task keeping the weather in check. You will be okay thought-I see potential in you."
Zee smiled and replied, "Really?"
Storm flashed another full-blown smile-something she did very rarely- and said, "Yes."
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The new recruits finally exited the briefing room, and Rogue craned her neck to make out Gambit in the large crowd of students. He waved slightly and made his way into the common room.
"Hey, how's it goin'?" Rogue asked, keeping her hands in check. She still hadn't put her gloves on yet, and she didn't want to hurt the poor guy and scare him away.
"Pretty good", he murmured, his thick Cajun accent slipping like music in her penetrating ear drums, "This place has A LOT of rules though."
Rogue giggled haplessly, "I know-you'll have to see the Danger Room sometime-it's a real blast."
"Yeah, if you're a goody-two-shoes", Kitty bounced in, jumping into the conversation out of nowhere, "The danger-room sucks. It's Saturday and I'm hitting the mall! Are you guys coming?"
Rogue glared at her angrily. Kitty knew how much she hated the mall, and obviously she knew how much she liked Gambit because she was inviting him. What a low move. Rogue slightly elbowed the teeny-bopper to the side and flashed Gambit a toothy grin.
"How 'bout I show ya to yah room?" Rogue asked, receiving a complimentary shove from Kitty.
Gambit's eyes softened as he smirked carelessly, "Sure, why not? I'm in Room 234."
Suddenly, Bobby was beside Rogue, panting like a rabid dog, "No way- that's my room. There is no way you are in Room 234."
Gambit held up a small slip of paper that confirmed his claim, "Why don't you take it up with Professor McCoy?"
Bobby seethed angrily, a blast of freezing cold air shooting from his mouth.
"Bobby", Rogue scolded, "What's the problem?"
"Nothing", Bobby choked out, hardly able to contain his anger.
He was not about to share his dorm (that had once been inhibited by Pyro) with some overconfident, conceited, egotistical play boy that had a thing for Rogue. He turned away from the group of friends that eyed him strangely and stormed towards Beast. Beast was hurriedly making his way out to meet the Professor for their mission in California.
"Professor McCoy!" Bobby yelped, his voice cracking as he grabbed his instructor's shoulder and spun him around.
"Yes, Mr. Drake", he asked a bit indignantly. Bobby was usually much more respectful.
"Please don't tell me that I have to share a room with. . .with. . ."
"Mr. LeBeau?" Beast asked, smiling, "Oh, I didn't think you'd mind. I thought your room was already getting a little lonely ever since Mr. Allerdyce's departure. I'm sorry."
"Can't you change it?" Iceman cried.
Bobby eyed the cocky Cajun over quickly and tossed Beast another hopeful look, "Please don't tell me I have to share a room with HIM!"
But the front door had already slammed shut, leaving the Iceman with his inevitable fate.
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I already hate this place.
Danielle Moonstar slammed a few more articles of clothing into her dresser drawer. She was already feeling stuffy in the large mansion-she wanted to go back home. Back to the Colorado mountains with her grandfather. Back with the fresh breeze clinging to her nose and whipping through her hair like caring hands.
"I hear a bunch of the other students are headed to the mall", Psylocke noted, neatly setting things in her own drawer, "Are you coming? Or are you going to stay cooped up in this room all day?"
Stay cooped up in this room all day.
Danielle forced a smile. Elisabeth-or "Betsy" as many of the other new mutants were calling her-was the closest thing she had in this place and she didn't want to lose that, "I might go."
"Good, it should be fun", the mutant added, tossing her beautiful purple hair over her shoulder.
Danielle sighed. Back in Colorado, malls weren't an option. Just hanging out with the rest of her friends was fun enough. Not that any of them wanted anything to do with her now that she was a mutant. She took a deep breath at the thought of how her powers had first been discovered. . .
She clenched eyes shut and shook the thought out of her head. If she dwelled on it too long it would come to life right before her eyes, and she would be forced to relive it again. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek, but quickly swiped it away before Betsy could make it out.
Why me?
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"So are you coming to the mall or not?" Kitty shoved her way past Rogue and fluttered her heavily made-up eyelashes at Gambit.
He shrugged and looked over at Rogue for approval, "Are you going?"
"Only if you are", she replied bashfully, before studying the hardwood floor.
"Sure", Gambit finally came up with his decision, "It's good to know you guys do SOME normal stuff around here. Just let me put my bag upstairs in my room."
Bobby glared at him as the boy made his way up the stairs and toward HIS room. Rogue sighed dreamily-as long as she kept her hands in the pockets of her dark green sweater, she wouldn't have to wear her gloves out in public. She brandished another white streak of hair from her face and jammed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie.
"Hurry up you guys", Jubilee yelped from the front door, "The day isn't getting any younger and the 30% off sale at Macy's isn't gonna last forever!"
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Cyclops tore down the street on his motorcycle, glaring angrily from his sunglasses, at anybody who bothered to stare. He was pissed off and wasn't afraid to show it. First, Wolverine had stared his day off with hell, and now some pathetic low-life was back at the Academy claiming to be his daughter.
He hadn't had sex with Jean but a couple of times-there was no way! Alternate future, please. Cyclops took a deep breath. He was on his way to California. That's where the Professor was headed and besides, he needed this leave of absence for the longest time now. It was too hard being at that school that reminded him so much of Jean. Now that girl-Rachel-who looked just like Jean made it all worse.
He was just turning into a long, narrow alley that would lead out into the expressway when a loud scream erupted from out of nowhere. A flaring power cable wrenched out toward him from above and he was forced to jerk his bike to the side. He was tossed off, landing hard on his side in the slick asphalt. He yelped in pain and looked up just in time to see a tall, skinny Asian woman with long black hair snap, "Great job with the power lines, Surge."
Cyclops twirled to his feet quickly, "Who are you?"
She smiled sweetly at him, "Amy Wong-but you can call me Methane."
With no warning whatsoever, the young woman in black leather took a deep breath and blue acid-smelling, rancid air into his face. Cyclops struggled to reach his glasses and remove them, but the stench clogged his nostrils angrily. His nervousness was tangled with his ribs as his knees began to give away.
He screamed in pain as his nostrils filled with an angry, stinging sensation. He tried to cover his nose, but a kick to the stomach did nothing to help him catch his breath. He was sent flying backward, landing hard on his back before air came to him. It was then that his attacker spoke again.
"We can make this easy, or we can make this painful. Now get up and come with me or I will have to get extremely violent."
Suddenly, her boot was slammed hard into his chest. She smiled and pursed her lips together, breathing more of the disgusting odor into his face. His brain began to swirl and his mind swooped outward. He had no clue what was going on-his identity began to flash before his eyes before it was almost completely erased.
"You belong to me." Came her voice, slowly and satisfied.
"Yes, Mistress."
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"We have Cyclops", Mystique reported with a grin as she returned to Magneto's lair.
He smiled in pleasure, "Good. Now it is time for my master plan to go into work. Tonight we free Mr. Sinister and rid the planet of the scum that refers to themselves as the X-MEN."
A/N: Please review-I have, like, none! I need more reviews or I'll make long stretches between my update times. I may change the title, but I don't really have anything else in mind. Review, please!
Next Chapter:
The small band of teenage mutants eyed the spiky-haired protestors outside the CD store with an edible rage. They were all teenagers-about their age- holding up signs that protested against mutants.
"Mutants must die!"
"They're part of that hate group, aren't they?" whispered Neal to Bobby.
Bobby took a deep breath before replying, "I think so."
Dawn of Destruction
A/n: Vasquez, Scott & Jean's daughter, Rachel Summers, is a real character in the Marvel universe; I didn't make her up-just so you know. The only characters that I own are the H.S.A.M.F. group, Zee, and Memory Card. When am I gonna get some more reviews for this story?
Last Chapter: The new students arrive at the Academy and Cyclops denies his daughter from the alternate future. Bobby struggles with his feelings for Rogue, while she sets her eyes on the new kinetic-energy manipulating mutant, Gambit. A mutant shelter is blown up by an anti-mutant hate gang.
"The Master Plan"
So he doesn't want me here.
Rachel Summers brushed a strand of light red hair from a large green eye as the front door slammed shut behind her father. She couldn't really blame him for running-Rachel doubted she would accept some strange young college-aged girl saying she was her daughter either. She took a deep breath and tightened her leather jacket around her slim figure. She was only here because the future was a twisted, dark world for mutants-and she wanted to improve it before it got out of hand.
The foyer was deathly silent, and Rachel could feel all the wide pairs of eyes studying her-waiting for her next move. She took another deep breath and turned to face everyone.
"Hi, my name is Rachel Summers. Do any of you know where I'll be staying?"
Silence replied to her as everyone stared open-mouthed.
"Yes Rachel", came a calm, serene voice from behind her, "Welcome to the Academy-you will be in Room 109."
Rachel turned quickly to see a short, bald man constrained to a wheelchair. He smiled at her warmly. She could hear quick gasps from behind her and her face broke into its own wide, welcoming smile.
"Professor X!" she jogged the couple of feet toward the Professor, bent over and embraced him warmly. Back in her old universe, Professor X was an icon-he had also been the one to channel her through her mind while she was in the alternate future, from his current location in the present. It was so willing to help her get out of there-and she finally had, from the help of a portal-hopping mutant named Blink.
"Hank, give the rest of these newcomers their rooming assignments and then meet me out in the X-Mobile (A/N: Sorry, I don't know the names of any of their cars)", Professor X ordered, before winking at Rachel and wheeling down the hallway.
Beast nodded and said, "Alright everyone-into the briefing room- follow me."
Bobby, Rogue, and Neal watched as the large group of newcomers milled slowly behind the professor and past the common room, down the hallway. Rogue smiled as Gambit glanced at her and tossed her a slight wave. Bobby's ears burned angrily at the sight.
Who does that guy think he is?
Bobby Drake had no idea who thought they could just barge into HIS territory and start flirting with his girlfriend, but whoever had that idea was horribly mistaken. Well, technically, Rogue wasn't his girlfriend anymore-but what did it matter? She was still marked territory if he liked her.
"What's wrong, Bobby?"
Bobby turned quickly to see Rogue peering up at him inquiringly. Bobby gulped slightly and felt an icy feeling of panic clutch through his chest. How come every time he started to panic his powers surged out of control? It hadn't happened much-only after he had broken up with Rogue.
"Oh, nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?"
Rogue just smiled, "No reason-you just looked mad."
With that, she took off into the common room with Neal and Kitty. Bobby shook his head in disappointment, scolding himself for another lost opportunity to tell her how he felt.
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The sky was crisp and clear as the Blackbird soared through it-Storm had made sure of that. Zee had agreed to give Xavier's Institute a chance, so the trio had been traveling since one-thirty a.m. the night before. Zee had been tired and slept most of the ride-and by now they were only a few hours away from the Academy.
Storm took a deep breath as she ran her fingers through her pale white hair before glancing toward the back of the jet and spotting the girl slowly waking up. She smiled genuinely and left Kurt at the controls while slowly making her way toward the still-frightened girl.
Zee eyed her wearily and turned her head so that she could look out the window. Storm sighed. It was obviously going to be up to her to start this conversation.
"So, you can make people disappear?" Storm asked a Nightcrawler guided the X-Jet through the wind-filled currents and pumped-up clouds.
Zee looked at her and swiped her disheveled black hair from her face, "I can also defy gravity-that's how I was doing all those fancy tricks back in the alley. My parents found out last year when I began to have an excruciating headache about a year ago. While I was screaming in pain, a well-known, wanted arsonist appeared in our house and nearly killed my father. When my headache stopped and the arsonist's began, I knew something was wrong. After it was released about the Cerebro II incident my parents knew something was up and I was kicked the curb. Just because I was different."
Storm put a supportive hand on the trembling girl's shoulder, "I know how you feel. I used to feel the same-I used to have no control over my powers. I was scared-I destroyed almost five villages when a group of tornados went out of control. It is no easy task keeping the weather in check. You will be okay thought-I see potential in you."
Zee smiled and replied, "Really?"
Storm flashed another full-blown smile-something she did very rarely- and said, "Yes."
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The new recruits finally exited the briefing room, and Rogue craned her neck to make out Gambit in the large crowd of students. He waved slightly and made his way into the common room.
"Hey, how's it goin'?" Rogue asked, keeping her hands in check. She still hadn't put her gloves on yet, and she didn't want to hurt the poor guy and scare him away.
"Pretty good", he murmured, his thick Cajun accent slipping like music in her penetrating ear drums, "This place has A LOT of rules though."
Rogue giggled haplessly, "I know-you'll have to see the Danger Room sometime-it's a real blast."
"Yeah, if you're a goody-two-shoes", Kitty bounced in, jumping into the conversation out of nowhere, "The danger-room sucks. It's Saturday and I'm hitting the mall! Are you guys coming?"
Rogue glared at her angrily. Kitty knew how much she hated the mall, and obviously she knew how much she liked Gambit because she was inviting him. What a low move. Rogue slightly elbowed the teeny-bopper to the side and flashed Gambit a toothy grin.
"How 'bout I show ya to yah room?" Rogue asked, receiving a complimentary shove from Kitty.
Gambit's eyes softened as he smirked carelessly, "Sure, why not? I'm in Room 234."
Suddenly, Bobby was beside Rogue, panting like a rabid dog, "No way- that's my room. There is no way you are in Room 234."
Gambit held up a small slip of paper that confirmed his claim, "Why don't you take it up with Professor McCoy?"
Bobby seethed angrily, a blast of freezing cold air shooting from his mouth.
"Bobby", Rogue scolded, "What's the problem?"
"Nothing", Bobby choked out, hardly able to contain his anger.
He was not about to share his dorm (that had once been inhibited by Pyro) with some overconfident, conceited, egotistical play boy that had a thing for Rogue. He turned away from the group of friends that eyed him strangely and stormed towards Beast. Beast was hurriedly making his way out to meet the Professor for their mission in California.
"Professor McCoy!" Bobby yelped, his voice cracking as he grabbed his instructor's shoulder and spun him around.
"Yes, Mr. Drake", he asked a bit indignantly. Bobby was usually much more respectful.
"Please don't tell me that I have to share a room with. . .with. . ."
"Mr. LeBeau?" Beast asked, smiling, "Oh, I didn't think you'd mind. I thought your room was already getting a little lonely ever since Mr. Allerdyce's departure. I'm sorry."
"Can't you change it?" Iceman cried.
Bobby eyed the cocky Cajun over quickly and tossed Beast another hopeful look, "Please don't tell me I have to share a room with HIM!"
But the front door had already slammed shut, leaving the Iceman with his inevitable fate.
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I already hate this place.
Danielle Moonstar slammed a few more articles of clothing into her dresser drawer. She was already feeling stuffy in the large mansion-she wanted to go back home. Back to the Colorado mountains with her grandfather. Back with the fresh breeze clinging to her nose and whipping through her hair like caring hands.
"I hear a bunch of the other students are headed to the mall", Psylocke noted, neatly setting things in her own drawer, "Are you coming? Or are you going to stay cooped up in this room all day?"
Stay cooped up in this room all day.
Danielle forced a smile. Elisabeth-or "Betsy" as many of the other new mutants were calling her-was the closest thing she had in this place and she didn't want to lose that, "I might go."
"Good, it should be fun", the mutant added, tossing her beautiful purple hair over her shoulder.
Danielle sighed. Back in Colorado, malls weren't an option. Just hanging out with the rest of her friends was fun enough. Not that any of them wanted anything to do with her now that she was a mutant. She took a deep breath at the thought of how her powers had first been discovered. . .
She clenched eyes shut and shook the thought out of her head. If she dwelled on it too long it would come to life right before her eyes, and she would be forced to relive it again. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek, but quickly swiped it away before Betsy could make it out.
Why me?
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"So are you coming to the mall or not?" Kitty shoved her way past Rogue and fluttered her heavily made-up eyelashes at Gambit.
He shrugged and looked over at Rogue for approval, "Are you going?"
"Only if you are", she replied bashfully, before studying the hardwood floor.
"Sure", Gambit finally came up with his decision, "It's good to know you guys do SOME normal stuff around here. Just let me put my bag upstairs in my room."
Bobby glared at him as the boy made his way up the stairs and toward HIS room. Rogue sighed dreamily-as long as she kept her hands in the pockets of her dark green sweater, she wouldn't have to wear her gloves out in public. She brandished another white streak of hair from her face and jammed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie.
"Hurry up you guys", Jubilee yelped from the front door, "The day isn't getting any younger and the 30% off sale at Macy's isn't gonna last forever!"
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Cyclops tore down the street on his motorcycle, glaring angrily from his sunglasses, at anybody who bothered to stare. He was pissed off and wasn't afraid to show it. First, Wolverine had stared his day off with hell, and now some pathetic low-life was back at the Academy claiming to be his daughter.
He hadn't had sex with Jean but a couple of times-there was no way! Alternate future, please. Cyclops took a deep breath. He was on his way to California. That's where the Professor was headed and besides, he needed this leave of absence for the longest time now. It was too hard being at that school that reminded him so much of Jean. Now that girl-Rachel-who looked just like Jean made it all worse.
He was just turning into a long, narrow alley that would lead out into the expressway when a loud scream erupted from out of nowhere. A flaring power cable wrenched out toward him from above and he was forced to jerk his bike to the side. He was tossed off, landing hard on his side in the slick asphalt. He yelped in pain and looked up just in time to see a tall, skinny Asian woman with long black hair snap, "Great job with the power lines, Surge."
Cyclops twirled to his feet quickly, "Who are you?"
She smiled sweetly at him, "Amy Wong-but you can call me Methane."
With no warning whatsoever, the young woman in black leather took a deep breath and blue acid-smelling, rancid air into his face. Cyclops struggled to reach his glasses and remove them, but the stench clogged his nostrils angrily. His nervousness was tangled with his ribs as his knees began to give away.
He screamed in pain as his nostrils filled with an angry, stinging sensation. He tried to cover his nose, but a kick to the stomach did nothing to help him catch his breath. He was sent flying backward, landing hard on his back before air came to him. It was then that his attacker spoke again.
"We can make this easy, or we can make this painful. Now get up and come with me or I will have to get extremely violent."
Suddenly, her boot was slammed hard into his chest. She smiled and pursed her lips together, breathing more of the disgusting odor into his face. His brain began to swirl and his mind swooped outward. He had no clue what was going on-his identity began to flash before his eyes before it was almost completely erased.
"You belong to me." Came her voice, slowly and satisfied.
"Yes, Mistress."
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"We have Cyclops", Mystique reported with a grin as she returned to Magneto's lair.
He smiled in pleasure, "Good. Now it is time for my master plan to go into work. Tonight we free Mr. Sinister and rid the planet of the scum that refers to themselves as the X-MEN."
A/N: Please review-I have, like, none! I need more reviews or I'll make long stretches between my update times. I may change the title, but I don't really have anything else in mind. Review, please!
Next Chapter:
The small band of teenage mutants eyed the spiky-haired protestors outside the CD store with an edible rage. They were all teenagers-about their age- holding up signs that protested against mutants.
"Mutants must die!"
"They're part of that hate group, aren't they?" whispered Neal to Bobby.
Bobby took a deep breath before replying, "I think so."