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All Things Bright and Electrical
"Hey, you still asleep?" Sun streamed through the windscreen and burnt Mychéle's eyes as they fluttered open. A sprawling city greeted her wide eyes. The truck was just passing over a rise in the road and it offered a beautiful look of the city.
"No. I'm awake. How long will it be till we get there?"
"'Bout another five minutes I'd say. Where abouts do ya wanna be dropped off?" He enquired.
"Uh, the outskirts? Nowhere too busy. That okay?" Having never been to Denver Mychéle had no idea where a school was most likely to be. Her best guess was in going to somewhere less densely populated than the city centre.
"Sure thing. That way I can drop you off at the next junction. 'Cos I need to turn west. All you need to do is carry on walking along the North Road for a couple of minutes and you'll be right outside." Mychéle sighed. She hadn't really expected to get a lift all the way into Denver.
"That's fine. Thanks for giving me a lift though! I would probably have ended up walking had you not picked me up." Mychéle looked out of the grimy window and watched as the fields soon gave way to woodland. Occasionally a large country house would peep through its veil of trees. Bill slowed the truck down as he drew closer to the meeting point of four roads. Each of them was going in the direction of the compass points.
Mychéle patted her bag to make sure she still had her laptop and jumped out. Tying her thin coat around her waist she watched as the tatty grey truck faded from view and set off in the direction of Denver.
***
Charles Xavier lay down his book and kneaded the soft skin of his brow. He moved his wheelchair towards the bookshelf and slotted the book back into its place. That was when the thought hit him.
'I wonder what it's like to be with people who don't hate me for what I am…'
It was odd, people's voices tended to sound exactly like the voice they spoke in mentally. But this voice was cold, and almost robotic. No feeling was in the words and it could have been either a boy or girl who had said them. Charles wheeled himself into the elevator that took him to the lower levels. Despite having moved locations the lower levels had been built exactly the same as before, even down to the large 'X's on the doors. The laser quickly scanned his retina and accepted it.
"Welcome Professor." The door slid open and the inside lit up. Charles had indeed built another Cerebro, this time without Erik's help. After the door glided shut Charles made his way forwards and placed the metal helmet over his head. The panels slid away to reveal the life-lights of every life form. The lights switched to red and Charles began to concentrate on the thought's signature. Shapes began to form in the writhing grey mist. A girl of about seventeen or so was walking along a road surrounded by trees. She glowed red. Slipping into her mind Charles peered around. Sure enough she was looking for his school. As he probed deeper he hit a wall. Sighing, Charles came back to reality.
***
Mychéle had been walking for five or so minutes and in that time she had seen no one. The only sounds she could hear was the sound of sheep bleating and the distant buzz of traffic. Bill had apparently been lying when he had said it would take her a couple of minutes to reach the outskirts.
At the roar of a motorbike her head snapped up. A motorbike was heading towards her and was going at an incredible speed. The motorbike showed no signs of slowing but amazingly it pulled right up in front of Mychéle. The rider got off and slipped the helmet from her head. A young woman of about twenty smiled at her. Her hair had strange white streaks on either side of her face. The newcomer spoke first,
"Hi! My name's Marie. So you're looking for the professor?" She grinned cheerfully and tugged her long gloves higher.
"Uh, the professor? I'm sorry I don't know what you're talkin' about."
"Ah'm sorry. Ah should have said first. Ah'm a mutant too. The professor heard you wonderin' about the school. Or something like that. He sent me to get you." She spoke in a soft southern accent. The pieces of the puzzle dropped into place.
"Oh. Oh! I see. Oh I'm sorry. My name's Mychéle." Marie grinned at her stammering and tossed another helmet towards her. She jumped onto the bike and gunned the engine. Mychéle stared dumbly at the helmet in her hands. Then looked towards Marie.
"Well are you coming? Hop on!" Mychéle did so.
***
Marie knocked on the wood panelled door and pushed it open. She stuck her head through the small gap and then opened the door wider to allow the rest of her body and Mychéle admittance.
"Professor? This is Mychéle." Charles smiled at Mychéle.
"Thank you Rogue. I think Wolverine is looking for you. Something about stolen dog tags I believe." His blue eyes twinkled at her. Marie blushed and retreated through the still open door and it closed with a soft click.
"My name is Professor Charles Xavier. It's a pleasure to meet you Mychéle. I presume you are a telepath?" A telepath? What!?
"Uh, no. I don't really understand." Confused, Mychéle sat down heavily on one of the comfy chairs.
"I apologise. I meant what is your mutant ability?"
"Oh," the penny dropped, so to speak, "It's with computers and electricity."
"And what does that entail? What things can you do?" His incredibly blue eyes narrowed.
"Um, well. I'm a whiz at computers. I don't have to use a mouse or anything, I just use my mind. I'm a hacker really when all's said and done." Charles covered a smile with his hand.
"I see. And the electrical element to your ability?"
"Well if anything works with a microchip or a simple circuit board I can control it. Like your watch. It's electrical so I just changed it to read two hours fast." Charles raised his wrist, and sure enough the little screen read 14:35.
"Amazing. I trust you'll settle in perfectly here. I hope you won't mind sleeping in a dormitory? The school is very much like a prepatory school. We make sure you are capable in all academic aspects as well as learn to control your power. I'll go find someone to show you to your room." The little electric motor whirred and began to roar. Charles lifted an eyebrow. She blushed.
"I'm sorry, but loads of the power was being diverted. I just fiddled a little. Not much," She smiled tentatively, "It'll do anything up to fifteen miler and hour now though!" Charles chuckled and turned to the door and sped out, narrowly missing the wall as he turned sharply. Not used to controlling the wheelchair at speeds of fifteen miles an hour Charles only just missed running over several sets of toes until the wall kindly stopped him.
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*Snerk* what a funny sight! Prof. X zooming around the mansion running everyone over, hehehee. Ah well, so I have a warped sense of humour! Well review!!!!!! Next chapter will hopefully be a little longer!
Toodles,
Ky.
All Things Bright and Electrical
"Hey, you still asleep?" Sun streamed through the windscreen and burnt Mychéle's eyes as they fluttered open. A sprawling city greeted her wide eyes. The truck was just passing over a rise in the road and it offered a beautiful look of the city.
"No. I'm awake. How long will it be till we get there?"
"'Bout another five minutes I'd say. Where abouts do ya wanna be dropped off?" He enquired.
"Uh, the outskirts? Nowhere too busy. That okay?" Having never been to Denver Mychéle had no idea where a school was most likely to be. Her best guess was in going to somewhere less densely populated than the city centre.
"Sure thing. That way I can drop you off at the next junction. 'Cos I need to turn west. All you need to do is carry on walking along the North Road for a couple of minutes and you'll be right outside." Mychéle sighed. She hadn't really expected to get a lift all the way into Denver.
"That's fine. Thanks for giving me a lift though! I would probably have ended up walking had you not picked me up." Mychéle looked out of the grimy window and watched as the fields soon gave way to woodland. Occasionally a large country house would peep through its veil of trees. Bill slowed the truck down as he drew closer to the meeting point of four roads. Each of them was going in the direction of the compass points.
Mychéle patted her bag to make sure she still had her laptop and jumped out. Tying her thin coat around her waist she watched as the tatty grey truck faded from view and set off in the direction of Denver.
***
Charles Xavier lay down his book and kneaded the soft skin of his brow. He moved his wheelchair towards the bookshelf and slotted the book back into its place. That was when the thought hit him.
'I wonder what it's like to be with people who don't hate me for what I am…'
It was odd, people's voices tended to sound exactly like the voice they spoke in mentally. But this voice was cold, and almost robotic. No feeling was in the words and it could have been either a boy or girl who had said them. Charles wheeled himself into the elevator that took him to the lower levels. Despite having moved locations the lower levels had been built exactly the same as before, even down to the large 'X's on the doors. The laser quickly scanned his retina and accepted it.
"Welcome Professor." The door slid open and the inside lit up. Charles had indeed built another Cerebro, this time without Erik's help. After the door glided shut Charles made his way forwards and placed the metal helmet over his head. The panels slid away to reveal the life-lights of every life form. The lights switched to red and Charles began to concentrate on the thought's signature. Shapes began to form in the writhing grey mist. A girl of about seventeen or so was walking along a road surrounded by trees. She glowed red. Slipping into her mind Charles peered around. Sure enough she was looking for his school. As he probed deeper he hit a wall. Sighing, Charles came back to reality.
***
Mychéle had been walking for five or so minutes and in that time she had seen no one. The only sounds she could hear was the sound of sheep bleating and the distant buzz of traffic. Bill had apparently been lying when he had said it would take her a couple of minutes to reach the outskirts.
At the roar of a motorbike her head snapped up. A motorbike was heading towards her and was going at an incredible speed. The motorbike showed no signs of slowing but amazingly it pulled right up in front of Mychéle. The rider got off and slipped the helmet from her head. A young woman of about twenty smiled at her. Her hair had strange white streaks on either side of her face. The newcomer spoke first,
"Hi! My name's Marie. So you're looking for the professor?" She grinned cheerfully and tugged her long gloves higher.
"Uh, the professor? I'm sorry I don't know what you're talkin' about."
"Ah'm sorry. Ah should have said first. Ah'm a mutant too. The professor heard you wonderin' about the school. Or something like that. He sent me to get you." She spoke in a soft southern accent. The pieces of the puzzle dropped into place.
"Oh. Oh! I see. Oh I'm sorry. My name's Mychéle." Marie grinned at her stammering and tossed another helmet towards her. She jumped onto the bike and gunned the engine. Mychéle stared dumbly at the helmet in her hands. Then looked towards Marie.
"Well are you coming? Hop on!" Mychéle did so.
***
Marie knocked on the wood panelled door and pushed it open. She stuck her head through the small gap and then opened the door wider to allow the rest of her body and Mychéle admittance.
"Professor? This is Mychéle." Charles smiled at Mychéle.
"Thank you Rogue. I think Wolverine is looking for you. Something about stolen dog tags I believe." His blue eyes twinkled at her. Marie blushed and retreated through the still open door and it closed with a soft click.
"My name is Professor Charles Xavier. It's a pleasure to meet you Mychéle. I presume you are a telepath?" A telepath? What!?
"Uh, no. I don't really understand." Confused, Mychéle sat down heavily on one of the comfy chairs.
"I apologise. I meant what is your mutant ability?"
"Oh," the penny dropped, so to speak, "It's with computers and electricity."
"And what does that entail? What things can you do?" His incredibly blue eyes narrowed.
"Um, well. I'm a whiz at computers. I don't have to use a mouse or anything, I just use my mind. I'm a hacker really when all's said and done." Charles covered a smile with his hand.
"I see. And the electrical element to your ability?"
"Well if anything works with a microchip or a simple circuit board I can control it. Like your watch. It's electrical so I just changed it to read two hours fast." Charles raised his wrist, and sure enough the little screen read 14:35.
"Amazing. I trust you'll settle in perfectly here. I hope you won't mind sleeping in a dormitory? The school is very much like a prepatory school. We make sure you are capable in all academic aspects as well as learn to control your power. I'll go find someone to show you to your room." The little electric motor whirred and began to roar. Charles lifted an eyebrow. She blushed.
"I'm sorry, but loads of the power was being diverted. I just fiddled a little. Not much," She smiled tentatively, "It'll do anything up to fifteen miler and hour now though!" Charles chuckled and turned to the door and sped out, narrowly missing the wall as he turned sharply. Not used to controlling the wheelchair at speeds of fifteen miles an hour Charles only just missed running over several sets of toes until the wall kindly stopped him.
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*Snerk* what a funny sight! Prof. X zooming around the mansion running everyone over, hehehee. Ah well, so I have a warped sense of humour! Well review!!!!!! Next chapter will hopefully be a little longer!
Toodles,
Ky.