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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 3
Melted
"Magma!" Storm yelled through the wind.
"What?" Magma asked, running up to them, clutching her jacket tightly, and falling to her knees.
"Use your fire to try and warm him," Storm told her. "Scott, you go and fly the jet closer, we can't risk to move him to much!"
"But," Scott began, but he was cut off.
"Go!" She yelled.
Scott ran to the jet while Magma summoned the fire to her hands and began to move it up and down the boy's body. The ice was very thin, not enough to kill him just yet. The ice just liquefied under Magma's intense heat and soon the boy was mostly defrosted.
"Good," Storm said when she saw his eyes flutter a little. "He's still alive."
She heard the jet start up and fly as close to them as Scott dared. He left the cockpit, leaving the engine running, and took of to the other three.
"We need to pick him up gently," Storm told them. "He is fragile. He is lucky he didn't die."
"I'll take his legs," Scott told them, knowing that it was the easiest part not to hurt. He didn't want to take them blame if something happened to the boy.
"I'll take the shoulders," Storm said, bending down and firmly placing her hands under his shoulders. "Magma, you go and ready the emergency bed."
"Yes," Magma said and started to walk inside the jet.
"And get all of the blankets and towels you can," Storm said, looking at the boy with worry. "He has to keep warm."
"Yes," Magma said back to them and finally managed to run onto the ship.
Scott bent down and gently grabbed the boy's feet, trying not to do anything abnormal to the current leg structure. Storm lifted him up with little struggle and they quickly walked, but also with caution, to the jet. They walked through the passenger area and into the back where the emergency medical room was located.
Inside was Magma, furiously searching the cabinets for anything they could cover the boy with. She already had a large pile made of things she already found.
Storm and Scott placed the boy on the table and began to throw the blankets on top of him. The boy's senses were coming back because he started moving and shivering madly. Storm then searched the cabinets for anything to warm him with. All she could find was rubber pouches that were filled with water. She placed them gently on top of him and gave Magma new orders.
"Warm the water in these pouches," she said. "It'll help a little. We'll need to rotate them around his body. We have to warm him slowly."
Scott helped her place all the water bags they could find in that particular cabinet and then Scott knew that it was time he set off for the mansion again. He quickly left the two women in the medical center and headed for the cockpit. He entered the proper coordinates and took off, leaving the snowy are behind and headed south.
From where he was he could see Magma heating the bags full of water, and Storm searching through all of the supplies. He knew they were in for a rough time...
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Scott was in the library, waiting for news about the boy that they found. They arrived shortly, and Professor Xavier took him down to the medical center in the hidden parts of the mansion. Scott was just thumbing through his physics book again, but thoughts of the boy were too strong to study.
What was the boy's name? Why was he in the cold like that all by himself? Where were his parents?
He knew that Professor Xavier would soon answer all of these questions, but it didn't seem like it would happen fast enough.
A familiar face entered the library. It was Bobby Drake, also known as Iceman. He marched in with his usual optimism with a book in his hand.
"Am I bothering you?" He asked.
"Not at all," Scott mumbled.
"What's up with you?" Bobby asked. "Your being real glum."
"I'm busy," Scott replied.
"Okay," Bobby replied, shrugging and taking a seat at a table further away.
Scott continued to pretend he was studying physics when Ororo walked in the library. Scott stood up form his seat to acknowledge her.
"How is he?" Scott asked.
"He's gone...," she replied.
"Gone?" Scott asked.
"He just... melted," she replied.
"Is he dead?" Scott asked, walking closer to her.
"Xavier seems to believe so," she told him. "There was nothing you could do. It is no one's fault that he died."
"Great," Scott mumbled. "One less mutant for humanity to kill."
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 3
Melted
"Magma!" Storm yelled through the wind.
"What?" Magma asked, running up to them, clutching her jacket tightly, and falling to her knees.
"Use your fire to try and warm him," Storm told her. "Scott, you go and fly the jet closer, we can't risk to move him to much!"
"But," Scott began, but he was cut off.
"Go!" She yelled.
Scott ran to the jet while Magma summoned the fire to her hands and began to move it up and down the boy's body. The ice was very thin, not enough to kill him just yet. The ice just liquefied under Magma's intense heat and soon the boy was mostly defrosted.
"Good," Storm said when she saw his eyes flutter a little. "He's still alive."
She heard the jet start up and fly as close to them as Scott dared. He left the cockpit, leaving the engine running, and took of to the other three.
"We need to pick him up gently," Storm told them. "He is fragile. He is lucky he didn't die."
"I'll take his legs," Scott told them, knowing that it was the easiest part not to hurt. He didn't want to take them blame if something happened to the boy.
"I'll take the shoulders," Storm said, bending down and firmly placing her hands under his shoulders. "Magma, you go and ready the emergency bed."
"Yes," Magma said and started to walk inside the jet.
"And get all of the blankets and towels you can," Storm said, looking at the boy with worry. "He has to keep warm."
"Yes," Magma said back to them and finally managed to run onto the ship.
Scott bent down and gently grabbed the boy's feet, trying not to do anything abnormal to the current leg structure. Storm lifted him up with little struggle and they quickly walked, but also with caution, to the jet. They walked through the passenger area and into the back where the emergency medical room was located.
Inside was Magma, furiously searching the cabinets for anything they could cover the boy with. She already had a large pile made of things she already found.
Storm and Scott placed the boy on the table and began to throw the blankets on top of him. The boy's senses were coming back because he started moving and shivering madly. Storm then searched the cabinets for anything to warm him with. All she could find was rubber pouches that were filled with water. She placed them gently on top of him and gave Magma new orders.
"Warm the water in these pouches," she said. "It'll help a little. We'll need to rotate them around his body. We have to warm him slowly."
Scott helped her place all the water bags they could find in that particular cabinet and then Scott knew that it was time he set off for the mansion again. He quickly left the two women in the medical center and headed for the cockpit. He entered the proper coordinates and took off, leaving the snowy are behind and headed south.
From where he was he could see Magma heating the bags full of water, and Storm searching through all of the supplies. He knew they were in for a rough time...
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Scott was in the library, waiting for news about the boy that they found. They arrived shortly, and Professor Xavier took him down to the medical center in the hidden parts of the mansion. Scott was just thumbing through his physics book again, but thoughts of the boy were too strong to study.
What was the boy's name? Why was he in the cold like that all by himself? Where were his parents?
He knew that Professor Xavier would soon answer all of these questions, but it didn't seem like it would happen fast enough.
A familiar face entered the library. It was Bobby Drake, also known as Iceman. He marched in with his usual optimism with a book in his hand.
"Am I bothering you?" He asked.
"Not at all," Scott mumbled.
"What's up with you?" Bobby asked. "Your being real glum."
"I'm busy," Scott replied.
"Okay," Bobby replied, shrugging and taking a seat at a table further away.
Scott continued to pretend he was studying physics when Ororo walked in the library. Scott stood up form his seat to acknowledge her.
"How is he?" Scott asked.
"He's gone...," she replied.
"Gone?" Scott asked.
"He just... melted," she replied.
"Is he dead?" Scott asked, walking closer to her.
"Xavier seems to believe so," she told him. "There was nothing you could do. It is no one's fault that he died."
"Great," Scott mumbled. "One less mutant for humanity to kill."