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Timeframe: After X-2. May be logical to some and not to others. I don't know, I've only seen the second movie and loved it a lot. So here we go.
(sorry for all these short confusing chappies, but I like them!)
…:::3.1:::…
She didn't want to open her eyes, she knew it wouldn't be pretty when she did. And she was right.
"You have a choice, Illusion."
With a moan she sat up, and tenderly opened her eyes. The light from the glowing white room blinded her, and she rose a hand to shield her eyes until they had adjusted.
"Don't call me that."
"Call you what?"
Her eyes adjusted quickly, a trait she'd long had. But the sight before her was unwelcomed. An older man, the same one she'd seen before, was standing before her, and the other blue scaled mutant was there, too, along with another. The other one was a young man a couple of years older than her, with cropped dark brown hair hanging loosely in his eyes. He was holding a lighter and flicking it open and shut repeatedly. It was very distracting.
"My name is Leu. Not Illusion -- I'm not some kind of action figure or object or something, so don't you dare…" She rose to her feet.
The man stepped back, but the shape-shifter stepped forward. In a mocking tone she asked, "So what's your decision?"
…:::3.2:::…
"She's not here!" Storm cried in distress. "We missed them!"
Nightcrawler rubbed Storm's shoulder in an attempt to calm her down. "Don't vurry, ve vill find zem soon, you'll zee…"
Wolverine cursed under his breath. The had been too late! The only other choice now was to find the other two. The Professor would send them the coordinates.
…:::3.3:::…
Charlie Romano finished up his homework and shut his laptop. It locked with a click, and he swiveled around in his desk chair.
He had a privileged life, that was obvious. Living in upstate California, he lived richly with his dad. His father, Jack Brandon, had divorced his mother, Juliet Romano, just over two years ago. After the departure of his wife, Jack seemed to be blossoming with money that he'd had hidden away, and Charlie was still not used to all this glamour. A small villa in the outskirts of San Francisco with their own private wine vineyard -- his father's ultimate dream come true. It was a peaceful place, a utopia of sorts, and very comfortable.
Charlie heard his dad's Porshe pulling into the curved driveway in front of their historic stone villa and leapt out of his chair. He turned on his desk light and waved to his dad through the window. He saw his dad smile back, and smiled.
A shadow flickered on the edge of his vision, and he spun around, confused.
…:::3.4:::…
Mystique stood, anchored in the ground, ready. Bring it on.
Leu mentally slapped herself. How did she know that woman's name? And what was she going to do?
Magneto left the room with a vague wave of his hand and, "Tell me what she decides." And he was gone.
Pyro was still flicking his lighter open and closed. Even Mystique was starting to get bugged now. She turned around aggressively. Leu smiled and imagined him in her mind. She even blew air out of her mouth for real, just to complete the image.
Before Mystique had a chance to throw any harsh words at Pyro, he was burning in his own fire. He screamed and screamed, and Leu's eyes only opened wide in horror. Had she done that?
But something else happened before she had a chance to fully react. Later, she was thankful -- it had kept Mystique from suspecting her. But what happened next was a surprise for everyone.
There was a light sound like a candle being blown out, and a young boy about her age all of a sudden seemed to be falling from the ceiling. Of all places to accidentally teleport. He seemed more terrified than all of them put together. Who was he?
…:::3.5:::…
Rogue dove at the boy, and Bobby stepped out from the shadows. But before they could do a thing, he yelled loudly and disappeared from their sight. Rogue dove into the corner of his desk and Bobby froze his window until the slightest breeze broke it to bits. They stood there, shocked, when Charlie's dad walked into the room.
…:::3.6:::…
Charlie screamed. What had he done?! One minute he'd been happily waving to his dad through the window of their posh Californian villa, the next…?
He didn't know how he'd gotten there, but it all seemed like a big, elaborate joke. There was a woman scaled, blue, and naked, and there was a boy burning himself to death. What was going on?
And then there was the other girl.
Her blonde curly hair was splayed out behind her, and she was staring at the Burning Boy with just the same amazement as Charlie. She looked over to him, and didn't seem at all surprised to see him there. She gestured vaguely to the boy, who was now screaming loudly. He heard her whisper, "I did that."
…:::3.7:::…
Wolverine watched the boy as the jet sped along towards Michigan. He was sitting in a seat in the back, levitating a paper airplane and making it fly around the room. Logan watched as he squinched his eyes shut. The plane combusted in a small explosion, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with fire. It just… burst.
Storm talked to Rogue, Bobby, and Nightcrawler on the radio and helped them out with the coordinates. A second later, they were there, standing in the empty cargo part of the jet. Storm rose from her chair after setting it on autopilot and came to greet them. The boy didn't seem too surprised. He looked pretty used to the whole mutant idea.
"We just missed his dad. But what will he think? That mutants kidnapped his kid? We should have thought this through more!"
"There wasn't time, Rogue. We did what we could. And he's still not safe. Are you sure he teleported?"
"Yeah, positive."
"Then why didn't he just teleport to his dad or something?"
"It looked like our attempt at kidnapping awoke his powers. He's supposed to be pretty powerful, but we'll just have to wait and see. If we can find him."
"We should call the Professor again, and get his coordinates from Celebro. And maybe we can find the others."
Timeframe: After X-2. May be logical to some and not to others. I don't know, I've only seen the second movie and loved it a lot. So here we go.
(sorry for all these short confusing chappies, but I like them!)
…:::3.1:::…
She didn't want to open her eyes, she knew it wouldn't be pretty when she did. And she was right.
"You have a choice, Illusion."
With a moan she sat up, and tenderly opened her eyes. The light from the glowing white room blinded her, and she rose a hand to shield her eyes until they had adjusted.
"Don't call me that."
"Call you what?"
Her eyes adjusted quickly, a trait she'd long had. But the sight before her was unwelcomed. An older man, the same one she'd seen before, was standing before her, and the other blue scaled mutant was there, too, along with another. The other one was a young man a couple of years older than her, with cropped dark brown hair hanging loosely in his eyes. He was holding a lighter and flicking it open and shut repeatedly. It was very distracting.
"My name is Leu. Not Illusion -- I'm not some kind of action figure or object or something, so don't you dare…" She rose to her feet.
The man stepped back, but the shape-shifter stepped forward. In a mocking tone she asked, "So what's your decision?"
…:::3.2:::…
"She's not here!" Storm cried in distress. "We missed them!"
Nightcrawler rubbed Storm's shoulder in an attempt to calm her down. "Don't vurry, ve vill find zem soon, you'll zee…"
Wolverine cursed under his breath. The had been too late! The only other choice now was to find the other two. The Professor would send them the coordinates.
…:::3.3:::…
Charlie Romano finished up his homework and shut his laptop. It locked with a click, and he swiveled around in his desk chair.
He had a privileged life, that was obvious. Living in upstate California, he lived richly with his dad. His father, Jack Brandon, had divorced his mother, Juliet Romano, just over two years ago. After the departure of his wife, Jack seemed to be blossoming with money that he'd had hidden away, and Charlie was still not used to all this glamour. A small villa in the outskirts of San Francisco with their own private wine vineyard -- his father's ultimate dream come true. It was a peaceful place, a utopia of sorts, and very comfortable.
Charlie heard his dad's Porshe pulling into the curved driveway in front of their historic stone villa and leapt out of his chair. He turned on his desk light and waved to his dad through the window. He saw his dad smile back, and smiled.
A shadow flickered on the edge of his vision, and he spun around, confused.
…:::3.4:::…
Mystique stood, anchored in the ground, ready. Bring it on.
Leu mentally slapped herself. How did she know that woman's name? And what was she going to do?
Magneto left the room with a vague wave of his hand and, "Tell me what she decides." And he was gone.
Pyro was still flicking his lighter open and closed. Even Mystique was starting to get bugged now. She turned around aggressively. Leu smiled and imagined him in her mind. She even blew air out of her mouth for real, just to complete the image.
Before Mystique had a chance to throw any harsh words at Pyro, he was burning in his own fire. He screamed and screamed, and Leu's eyes only opened wide in horror. Had she done that?
But something else happened before she had a chance to fully react. Later, she was thankful -- it had kept Mystique from suspecting her. But what happened next was a surprise for everyone.
There was a light sound like a candle being blown out, and a young boy about her age all of a sudden seemed to be falling from the ceiling. Of all places to accidentally teleport. He seemed more terrified than all of them put together. Who was he?
…:::3.5:::…
Rogue dove at the boy, and Bobby stepped out from the shadows. But before they could do a thing, he yelled loudly and disappeared from their sight. Rogue dove into the corner of his desk and Bobby froze his window until the slightest breeze broke it to bits. They stood there, shocked, when Charlie's dad walked into the room.
…:::3.6:::…
Charlie screamed. What had he done?! One minute he'd been happily waving to his dad through the window of their posh Californian villa, the next…?
He didn't know how he'd gotten there, but it all seemed like a big, elaborate joke. There was a woman scaled, blue, and naked, and there was a boy burning himself to death. What was going on?
And then there was the other girl.
Her blonde curly hair was splayed out behind her, and she was staring at the Burning Boy with just the same amazement as Charlie. She looked over to him, and didn't seem at all surprised to see him there. She gestured vaguely to the boy, who was now screaming loudly. He heard her whisper, "I did that."
…:::3.7:::…
Wolverine watched the boy as the jet sped along towards Michigan. He was sitting in a seat in the back, levitating a paper airplane and making it fly around the room. Logan watched as he squinched his eyes shut. The plane combusted in a small explosion, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with fire. It just… burst.
Storm talked to Rogue, Bobby, and Nightcrawler on the radio and helped them out with the coordinates. A second later, they were there, standing in the empty cargo part of the jet. Storm rose from her chair after setting it on autopilot and came to greet them. The boy didn't seem too surprised. He looked pretty used to the whole mutant idea.
"We just missed his dad. But what will he think? That mutants kidnapped his kid? We should have thought this through more!"
"There wasn't time, Rogue. We did what we could. And he's still not safe. Are you sure he teleported?"
"Yeah, positive."
"Then why didn't he just teleport to his dad or something?"
"It looked like our attempt at kidnapping awoke his powers. He's supposed to be pretty powerful, but we'll just have to wait and see. If we can find him."
"We should call the Professor again, and get his coordinates from Celebro. And maybe we can find the others."