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Hopes of Normality
Author: Flame
Contact: DramaPimp06@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 (Deep teenage thoughts and possible character death)
Disclaimer/Copyright: I don't own or come anywhere near to owning characters created by Marvel. The only credit I take is for mutants who have never appeared anywhere in Marvel history.
Summary: Ancient prophecies of The Four is what interests Magneto, and he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. It is up to the X-Men to try and live normal lives and fight evil at the same time. (Incomplete) (Not a romance!)
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Chapter 2
Mutant Rescue
Professor Charles Xavier waited patiently in his office for Scott Summers to arrive at his office. Earlier he had gone to Cerebo, for his daily check for mutants around the globe that were a hazard to human life, or possibly their own life. That was his mission. To protect the gifted children of the world from the prejudice and dangers of the world because of their powers. He would teach them how to control their powers, and learn to live normal lives due to them.
Scoot arrived in his office shortly after being called. Xavier gave a small peak into his mind and knew he was troubled, but now wasn't the time.
"What is it Professor?" Scott asked, his glasses hiding most of his current emotion.
"I have found a mutant in danger," Xavier told him. "You must leave immediately."
"Where are they?" Scott asked.
"He is in Canada," he replied. "I could only sense that his powers were rapidly growing and he has no control. I have already informed Storm and Magma."
"Magma?" Scott asked. "You normally don't allow the younger ones to go?"
"It is a feeling I have that she will be of great service on the mission," Xavier told the questioning Scott.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"I don't really know for sure," Xavier said. "I could only feel cold when I found him. He is in Alaska, you know. Her fire might help warm things up. Now you must leave, it can't delay any longer. They are probably already waiting for you at the jet. I have already set the coordinates, you will find the flight there easy."
"Wish me luck," Scott said and quickly left, not knowing what to expect.
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A boy lay on the cold snow, covered with water that was rapidly turning to ice because of the low temperatures. The wind blew snow onto him, covering his body. His light clothing was nowhere near suitable for the weather conditions, and his head ached with screams of his family.
The ocean wasn't far from his dying body, and larger ripples from a car that had recently crashed into it were still visible. Inside the car was where he originated, and where his family still remained.
"Mom," he called, but she wouldn't be coming for him. She had long drowned in the waters, along with his father and two brothers. He was alone...
His parents and he were quickly moving into Canada from Washington because of his curse. The power that made others scared of him, making them afraid to be within a mile of him. Even his own family feared him because of his abilities. He had the ability of to liquidate solids with his hands, as far as they knew. Sometimes when he touched things, they would melt into water. He couldn't decide when it would happen, he only knew that he would never live a normal life because of it.
He remembered the first time it happened. It was during a math test that he knew nothing about. He started to get stressed out and worrisome that he was going to fail and have to quit all his extracurricular activities if he didn't pass... and then his pencil melted right in his hand.
He didn't say anything out loud, he just looked at his wet hand and searched for another pencil, not wanting to sacrifice time. But when he touched his backpack, it to melted into water. Everything that he kept in his backpack floated in a puddle of water, and everybody around him saw this.
They just stared blankly, some of them having pieced together that he was one of those mutants that everyone hated. He just stood up, placing a hand on his desk for support... and then the desk melted into water. People began to scream, and he ran as fast as he could out of the room and to the doors of the school.
A teacher tried to grab him while he was sprinting down the hall, and he grabbed his hand to try and remove his hand. A sizzle of what sounded like hot water led to outlines of his hand on the man's dissolved skin. Luckily it hadn't melted all of it, only what he touched. But this was proof to everybody that he was a hazard to humanity and deserved to be locked away.
He ran home and melted the door to the house, and his parents came home to this and many other melted things in this house when they arrived home from work. They panicked because there child was a mutant and decided that they best thing to do was to leave and not come back until they found out what was wrong.
It was then that they fled for Canada, not packing anything except a pair of mittens for him to wear. They brought along more in case he melted them, but somehow he managed not to. His brothers had come home from school and his parents yanked them into the car without saying anything and sped away.
They managed to cross the border without trouble, going through more hidden routes, and bordered the ocean to the west. They had been gone for three days stopping only for food and gas when they came along a narrow bridge. Ice covered it and they spun out, flying down a pier and into the ocean.
It would be impossible for anyone to escape it... except for one with newly discovered gifts. He liquefied his body and reformed his body and reformed somehow on shore... and there he was... dying. But that is all he wanted now. How could he live with his powers? Who could love him now that all of his family is dead? Only the X-men...
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Scott had put on his X-Men uniform, and left for the jet. He was no longer Scott, but the powerful Cyclops. Storm was waiting in the cockpit and Magma arrived shortly after him in a heavy jacket and what appeared to be two pairs of pants.
"Where is your uniform?" Storm asked.
Magma unzipped her jacket to reveal a black bodysuit underneath, which was her normal outfit as an X-Man.
"I am not suited for cold weather," she said, her accent slightly noticeable. "I have to wear thick clothes."
"Can't you use your power to warm yourself?" Scott asked.
"No," she said. "I would grow tiresome easily. The Professor said I should save my energy."
Scott chuckled at the sight of her and started the jet. The exit opened up for them and he rushed out of it with great speed. He looked to see set coordinates on the monitor and put it on autopilot. He looked over at Storm, who was collecting her thoughts in the co-pilots seat. She had a black suit on, with a matching cape tied around her neck. Her hair was a liquid white, which poured from her had to her mid-back.
She wasn't the most troubled of mutants, but the troubles she did have she met with peace. She had found a way to live a normal life along with her powers to control the weather. She decided to spend her current life at Xavier's institute, teaching others of her kind to learn how to live along side their powers. For now, she was happy with her life.
Magma on the other hand wasn't doing so great. She was able to cope with her powers and be able to go to school without people finding her out, but she was having trouble living in this New World. Where she came from they didn't have electronics and other appliances. This was all new to her and it was getting frustrating to try and learn how to use them all. She knew that this sometimes led her to act stuck up, but what was she to do?
"So," Magma asked. "What is this mission for. Xavier said there was no time to explain, but I assume one of you know."
"There is a mutant in need," Storm replied, not breaking her trance gaze. "We are going to help him, and possibly bring him back with us."
"So," she started. "Does this mean we're going to go pick him up from a bench? Why would I need to go if that was the case?"
"He is suffering from severe cold according to the Professor," Cyclops stated. "He thinks your power could help him keep things warmed up."
"I see," Magma replied.
"How close are we?" Storm asked.
"Approximately ten minutes away," Cyclops replied. "But I'll speed things up."
He pressed a few buttons and push a lever forward and the jet zoomed even faster through the sky. It only took them three minutes to make it to the coordinates that Xavier had placed in the jet. Scott landed the plane with great skill, adjusting his visor that covered his eyes before he left the ship.
They were near the ocean, and it was rapidly snowing. Storm stood a little in front of Cyclops, surveying the area, while Magma stood behind him to observe what they were doing. Storm almost gave up hope of seeing anything until she saw a pile of snow move.
"There!" She said, pointing at it and then running to it, Cyclops and Magma following close behind. They reached it and Storm fell to her knees and starting pushing snow out of the way. She gasped when she finished removing the snow and didn't know what to do about what she saw.
Cyclops moved forward to see what she saw, and he was also awed by the sigh of a boy... a boy frozen in ice...
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This chapter didn't turn out completely the way I wanted it to, but I think it will do. And to anser my reviewer's question: Yes! Rogue will definatley make a BIG appearance in here. She has a big part in this story coming up. I'm trying to make this fic feature all the X-Men and even large appearances from other mutants, good and bad. But I will say that Scott is my main inspiration, so people who can't stand him (which I don't know why you can't!), this probably ins't the fic for you.
Hopes of Normality
Author: Flame
Contact: DramaPimp06@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 (Deep teenage thoughts and possible character death)
Disclaimer/Copyright: I don't own or come anywhere near to owning characters created by Marvel. The only credit I take is for mutants who have never appeared anywhere in Marvel history.
Summary: Ancient prophecies of The Four is what interests Magneto, and he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. It is up to the X-Men to try and live normal lives and fight evil at the same time. (Incomplete) (Not a romance!)
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Chapter 2
Mutant Rescue
Professor Charles Xavier waited patiently in his office for Scott Summers to arrive at his office. Earlier he had gone to Cerebo, for his daily check for mutants around the globe that were a hazard to human life, or possibly their own life. That was his mission. To protect the gifted children of the world from the prejudice and dangers of the world because of their powers. He would teach them how to control their powers, and learn to live normal lives due to them.
Scoot arrived in his office shortly after being called. Xavier gave a small peak into his mind and knew he was troubled, but now wasn't the time.
"What is it Professor?" Scott asked, his glasses hiding most of his current emotion.
"I have found a mutant in danger," Xavier told him. "You must leave immediately."
"Where are they?" Scott asked.
"He is in Canada," he replied. "I could only sense that his powers were rapidly growing and he has no control. I have already informed Storm and Magma."
"Magma?" Scott asked. "You normally don't allow the younger ones to go?"
"It is a feeling I have that she will be of great service on the mission," Xavier told the questioning Scott.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"I don't really know for sure," Xavier said. "I could only feel cold when I found him. He is in Alaska, you know. Her fire might help warm things up. Now you must leave, it can't delay any longer. They are probably already waiting for you at the jet. I have already set the coordinates, you will find the flight there easy."
"Wish me luck," Scott said and quickly left, not knowing what to expect.
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A boy lay on the cold snow, covered with water that was rapidly turning to ice because of the low temperatures. The wind blew snow onto him, covering his body. His light clothing was nowhere near suitable for the weather conditions, and his head ached with screams of his family.
The ocean wasn't far from his dying body, and larger ripples from a car that had recently crashed into it were still visible. Inside the car was where he originated, and where his family still remained.
"Mom," he called, but she wouldn't be coming for him. She had long drowned in the waters, along with his father and two brothers. He was alone...
His parents and he were quickly moving into Canada from Washington because of his curse. The power that made others scared of him, making them afraid to be within a mile of him. Even his own family feared him because of his abilities. He had the ability of to liquidate solids with his hands, as far as they knew. Sometimes when he touched things, they would melt into water. He couldn't decide when it would happen, he only knew that he would never live a normal life because of it.
He remembered the first time it happened. It was during a math test that he knew nothing about. He started to get stressed out and worrisome that he was going to fail and have to quit all his extracurricular activities if he didn't pass... and then his pencil melted right in his hand.
He didn't say anything out loud, he just looked at his wet hand and searched for another pencil, not wanting to sacrifice time. But when he touched his backpack, it to melted into water. Everything that he kept in his backpack floated in a puddle of water, and everybody around him saw this.
They just stared blankly, some of them having pieced together that he was one of those mutants that everyone hated. He just stood up, placing a hand on his desk for support... and then the desk melted into water. People began to scream, and he ran as fast as he could out of the room and to the doors of the school.
A teacher tried to grab him while he was sprinting down the hall, and he grabbed his hand to try and remove his hand. A sizzle of what sounded like hot water led to outlines of his hand on the man's dissolved skin. Luckily it hadn't melted all of it, only what he touched. But this was proof to everybody that he was a hazard to humanity and deserved to be locked away.
He ran home and melted the door to the house, and his parents came home to this and many other melted things in this house when they arrived home from work. They panicked because there child was a mutant and decided that they best thing to do was to leave and not come back until they found out what was wrong.
It was then that they fled for Canada, not packing anything except a pair of mittens for him to wear. They brought along more in case he melted them, but somehow he managed not to. His brothers had come home from school and his parents yanked them into the car without saying anything and sped away.
They managed to cross the border without trouble, going through more hidden routes, and bordered the ocean to the west. They had been gone for three days stopping only for food and gas when they came along a narrow bridge. Ice covered it and they spun out, flying down a pier and into the ocean.
It would be impossible for anyone to escape it... except for one with newly discovered gifts. He liquefied his body and reformed his body and reformed somehow on shore... and there he was... dying. But that is all he wanted now. How could he live with his powers? Who could love him now that all of his family is dead? Only the X-men...
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Scott had put on his X-Men uniform, and left for the jet. He was no longer Scott, but the powerful Cyclops. Storm was waiting in the cockpit and Magma arrived shortly after him in a heavy jacket and what appeared to be two pairs of pants.
"Where is your uniform?" Storm asked.
Magma unzipped her jacket to reveal a black bodysuit underneath, which was her normal outfit as an X-Man.
"I am not suited for cold weather," she said, her accent slightly noticeable. "I have to wear thick clothes."
"Can't you use your power to warm yourself?" Scott asked.
"No," she said. "I would grow tiresome easily. The Professor said I should save my energy."
Scott chuckled at the sight of her and started the jet. The exit opened up for them and he rushed out of it with great speed. He looked to see set coordinates on the monitor and put it on autopilot. He looked over at Storm, who was collecting her thoughts in the co-pilots seat. She had a black suit on, with a matching cape tied around her neck. Her hair was a liquid white, which poured from her had to her mid-back.
She wasn't the most troubled of mutants, but the troubles she did have she met with peace. She had found a way to live a normal life along with her powers to control the weather. She decided to spend her current life at Xavier's institute, teaching others of her kind to learn how to live along side their powers. For now, she was happy with her life.
Magma on the other hand wasn't doing so great. She was able to cope with her powers and be able to go to school without people finding her out, but she was having trouble living in this New World. Where she came from they didn't have electronics and other appliances. This was all new to her and it was getting frustrating to try and learn how to use them all. She knew that this sometimes led her to act stuck up, but what was she to do?
"So," Magma asked. "What is this mission for. Xavier said there was no time to explain, but I assume one of you know."
"There is a mutant in need," Storm replied, not breaking her trance gaze. "We are going to help him, and possibly bring him back with us."
"So," she started. "Does this mean we're going to go pick him up from a bench? Why would I need to go if that was the case?"
"He is suffering from severe cold according to the Professor," Cyclops stated. "He thinks your power could help him keep things warmed up."
"I see," Magma replied.
"How close are we?" Storm asked.
"Approximately ten minutes away," Cyclops replied. "But I'll speed things up."
He pressed a few buttons and push a lever forward and the jet zoomed even faster through the sky. It only took them three minutes to make it to the coordinates that Xavier had placed in the jet. Scott landed the plane with great skill, adjusting his visor that covered his eyes before he left the ship.
They were near the ocean, and it was rapidly snowing. Storm stood a little in front of Cyclops, surveying the area, while Magma stood behind him to observe what they were doing. Storm almost gave up hope of seeing anything until she saw a pile of snow move.
"There!" She said, pointing at it and then running to it, Cyclops and Magma following close behind. They reached it and Storm fell to her knees and starting pushing snow out of the way. She gasped when she finished removing the snow and didn't know what to do about what she saw.
Cyclops moved forward to see what she saw, and he was also awed by the sigh of a boy... a boy frozen in ice...
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This chapter didn't turn out completely the way I wanted it to, but I think it will do. And to anser my reviewer's question: Yes! Rogue will definatley make a BIG appearance in here. She has a big part in this story coming up. I'm trying to make this fic feature all the X-Men and even large appearances from other mutants, good and bad. But I will say that Scott is my main inspiration, so people who can't stand him (which I don't know why you can't!), this probably ins't the fic for you.