After breakfast, Logan left to work on his motorcycle, which had the strange effect of clearing his head. It was one of the few things that he could let loose and take pleasure in doing, trying to adjust the shocks, engine, and other things he couldn't even pronounce into milking every last bit of performance and speed out of the vehicle. Scott, Jean, Kurt, Kitty, et cetera piled into Scott's car as they headed towards Bayville high. Logan had already managed to get a goodly amount of grime on his hands. His eyes unconsciously followed Kitty as she crossed the garage. He swiftly averted them as Kurt glanced over his shoulder, but not before Nightcrawler realized: He ees staring at Keehty. The reason vhy didn't occur to him (Of course, it hadn't occurred to Logan, either). Kurt discarded the thought from his mind as Scott turned the radio up and screeched down the driveway.
Once at his locker, Lance popped his knuckles before grabbing his books, throwing a look at his poster, and slamming it. He turned around and nearly walked into Pietro. Pietro grabbed his arm (which brought a "Hey!" out of Lance) and dragged him off towards a deserted bank of lockers, then glanced around hurriedly. Whispering, he pointed towards a kid. "Hey, Lance, you see that guy?" Lance nodded.
"The one that looks kind of like a goth."
"But not quite, yeah."
"What, you want to hook him up with Rogue?"
"Shut up! He's new."
"And?"
"Let's introduce him to Bayville high."
"Brotherhood style?"
"Brotherhood style."
"I've got Bio next with Tolansky."
"Algebra with Blob."
"The Blob in Algebra?"
"We'll meet up at lunch."
"Deal."
The two split up and went their separate ways, while visions of an unconscious loser danced in their heads.
The dark-haired boy strode down the hallways of Bayville high, looking for a something conspicuous. He knew that the students at the mutant academy were high schoolers that lived in Bayville, but that was all. He didn't know what else to expect. He may just walk around the corner and bump into a guy who was a six-foot tall lizard. Or maybe someone who can stick to walls and sense approaching danger. Heck, a sixteen-ton green-skinned gorilla with poor grammar might mug him. He walked the halls silently. He noted a cute girl talking to a guy. He thought he saw something strange about the guy, though. Something in how he moved. They were outside an open locker. The dark-haired boy approached them. They turned and looked at him strangely.
"Hello." He said, extending his hand to the boy. The girl took it, but before she did, the dark-haired boy noticed a look flash between them as they decided what to do.
"Hi. I'm Kitty."
"Kitty, yes. I'm, eh," he winced as he tried think "I'm new here. I saw you guys talking and decided, well, why not make a friend."
"Ehkscuse me!"
"Or two. Anyway..." the boy-trailed off as he saw the (Presumably German, by his accent) boy turn and reach for something in his locker. He focused on the other boy's hand. It was definitely abnormal. His fingers moved strangely. They acted as if in pairs, the first two, last two, and thumb. Kitty and the abnormal boy noticed him staring. The dark-haired boy coughed and walked away. Kurt and Kitty watched him go. He passed behind another student, and then seemed to disappear. They glanced at each other with looks of concern.
"This, like, has major bad-day potential."
"Tehll me about it."
At lunch, Lance, Tolanski, Pietro, and the Blob all sat huddled at one table.
"Okay, man, where's this guy you told us about?" Toad asked looking around.
"I really hate bein' kept waiting, y'know?"
Pietro looked around, looking for the dark-haired boy. He spotted the guy, sitting at a table near the geek squad, alone, eating a sandwich. He pointed out their target. The brotherhood `council-o-war' broke up and moseyed over to the boy's table. Lance sat next to the boy on one side, Pietro on the other. Toad perched himself square on the center of the table, and the Blob simple filled the entire area behind it. The boy calmly continued eating.
"Hey. I noticed your new." Lance said, with a smile on his face. Normally someone tried to hide his or her fear. He knew he was about to get that sandwich rectally, but of course he was a `tough-guy', someone who broke at the last second. Always. Pietro put his arm around the dark-haired boy.
"We wanted to introduce ourselves. We're the-"
Pietro didn't finish. The boy put his fist through the chattering mutant's face.
"Don't touch me."
With that, the boy disappeared. Avalanche, Toad, and the Blob all converged on the same space. The Blob managed to smash the table, as well a Lance and Tolansky. This brought on laughs from everyone around him. Avalanche managed to wriggle his way halfway from beneath the dog pile. He propped himself up on one elbow and pounded the ground with his other hand. The shoes of the cafeteria monitor very quickly filled his field of vision. All four members of the brotherhood let out a groan.
A good distance away, the dark-haired boy couldn't help but chuckle as he popped the last bite of sandwich into his mouth and licked his fingers. This was the town. Mutants, mutants everywhere and not a clue where he should start. He decided to catch the abnormal boy after school. He'd have to stay `un-see' as he called it the rest of the day, which was not a problem. He turned and walked towards the schools front doors to wait.
To quote a friend: Damn my ignorance and stunning good looks! As well as a copious tendency towards use of typos.
The dark-haired boy jumped slightly as the bell rang. He'd sat on a bench by the school's front door, transparent, waiting for the abnormal kid. And maybe Kitty. All day. Unable to make a noise. The boredom was terrible. He stood as he saw his target walk past and walked into the crowd of students. He only cared about not squarely slamming into someone. Shoulder jostling never ceased in a crowd like this. He waited until he was in front of the abnormal kid, and mentally let go. It goes beyond my powers of description to say what it feels like to go from reality to ghost-like transparency. It doesn't really matter. What matters is that Kurt walked squarely into the dark-haired boy, rudely awakening the fuzzball from a daydream (about Kitty, of course. She fascinated him).
"Hello."
"Vat is eet now?"
"Take me two your leader."
"Vatever." Kurt said, trying to blow past the dark-haired boy, who promptly seized Kurt's throat with one hand. He felt fur. Something was definitely wrong with this guy.
"Xavier. Now. Schnell."
The institute had received a new student, David. He tended to wear a beige T-shirt with a red stripe around the chest, and baggy tan pants. His semi-bowl cut and glasses left the other students making comments about a blonde Willy Watt. He didn't mind. David, or Botanic to the other X-Men, loved plants. He stayed outside for hours at a time working in his garden, which was comparatively bare to the one he'd had at home. He'd fix that quickly. After preparing a plot of earth, he placed a single seed from his packet in it. He watered the spot carefully, and then got down on both knees before the mound, ankles crossed. He closed his eyes, looking something like a monk in prayer. He began to concentrate. Slowly, he knew, the seed would sprout open. Roots shot down towards the nutrients in the earth, and soon afterwards a shoot of green went upwards. The stem sprouted leaves, thorns, and a final bud on the end. He opened his eyes to watch, now that the hardest part was over. His
concentration lessened, but did not falter. In a few seconds, the bud opened, revealing white petals. As David's concentration broke, his body expelled whatever power it held, and the grass around him became greener. Nearby, the institute's great oak trees creaked as they experienced a sudden spurt of growth. He looked at life around him and laughed happily, like a child of six instead of fourteen. Jean had watched all of this with amazement. She hadn't been introduced to this boy, yet. She approached him curiously, and upon spotting her, tried to compose himself.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm David." He replied, then, after picking the rose and extending it to her, he added sheepishly:
"I make things grow."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Once at his locker, Lance popped his knuckles before grabbing his books, throwing a look at his poster, and slamming it. He turned around and nearly walked into Pietro. Pietro grabbed his arm (which brought a "Hey!" out of Lance) and dragged him off towards a deserted bank of lockers, then glanced around hurriedly. Whispering, he pointed towards a kid. "Hey, Lance, you see that guy?" Lance nodded.
"The one that looks kind of like a goth."
"But not quite, yeah."
"What, you want to hook him up with Rogue?"
"Shut up! He's new."
"And?"
"Let's introduce him to Bayville high."
"Brotherhood style?"
"Brotherhood style."
"I've got Bio next with Tolansky."
"Algebra with Blob."
"The Blob in Algebra?"
"We'll meet up at lunch."
"Deal."
The two split up and went their separate ways, while visions of an unconscious loser danced in their heads.
The dark-haired boy strode down the hallways of Bayville high, looking for a something conspicuous. He knew that the students at the mutant academy were high schoolers that lived in Bayville, but that was all. He didn't know what else to expect. He may just walk around the corner and bump into a guy who was a six-foot tall lizard. Or maybe someone who can stick to walls and sense approaching danger. Heck, a sixteen-ton green-skinned gorilla with poor grammar might mug him. He walked the halls silently. He noted a cute girl talking to a guy. He thought he saw something strange about the guy, though. Something in how he moved. They were outside an open locker. The dark-haired boy approached them. They turned and looked at him strangely.
"Hello." He said, extending his hand to the boy. The girl took it, but before she did, the dark-haired boy noticed a look flash between them as they decided what to do.
"Hi. I'm Kitty."
"Kitty, yes. I'm, eh," he winced as he tried think "I'm new here. I saw you guys talking and decided, well, why not make a friend."
"Ehkscuse me!"
"Or two. Anyway..." the boy-trailed off as he saw the (Presumably German, by his accent) boy turn and reach for something in his locker. He focused on the other boy's hand. It was definitely abnormal. His fingers moved strangely. They acted as if in pairs, the first two, last two, and thumb. Kitty and the abnormal boy noticed him staring. The dark-haired boy coughed and walked away. Kurt and Kitty watched him go. He passed behind another student, and then seemed to disappear. They glanced at each other with looks of concern.
"This, like, has major bad-day potential."
"Tehll me about it."
At lunch, Lance, Tolanski, Pietro, and the Blob all sat huddled at one table.
"Okay, man, where's this guy you told us about?" Toad asked looking around.
"I really hate bein' kept waiting, y'know?"
Pietro looked around, looking for the dark-haired boy. He spotted the guy, sitting at a table near the geek squad, alone, eating a sandwich. He pointed out their target. The brotherhood `council-o-war' broke up and moseyed over to the boy's table. Lance sat next to the boy on one side, Pietro on the other. Toad perched himself square on the center of the table, and the Blob simple filled the entire area behind it. The boy calmly continued eating.
"Hey. I noticed your new." Lance said, with a smile on his face. Normally someone tried to hide his or her fear. He knew he was about to get that sandwich rectally, but of course he was a `tough-guy', someone who broke at the last second. Always. Pietro put his arm around the dark-haired boy.
"We wanted to introduce ourselves. We're the-"
Pietro didn't finish. The boy put his fist through the chattering mutant's face.
"Don't touch me."
With that, the boy disappeared. Avalanche, Toad, and the Blob all converged on the same space. The Blob managed to smash the table, as well a Lance and Tolansky. This brought on laughs from everyone around him. Avalanche managed to wriggle his way halfway from beneath the dog pile. He propped himself up on one elbow and pounded the ground with his other hand. The shoes of the cafeteria monitor very quickly filled his field of vision. All four members of the brotherhood let out a groan.
A good distance away, the dark-haired boy couldn't help but chuckle as he popped the last bite of sandwich into his mouth and licked his fingers. This was the town. Mutants, mutants everywhere and not a clue where he should start. He decided to catch the abnormal boy after school. He'd have to stay `un-see' as he called it the rest of the day, which was not a problem. He turned and walked towards the schools front doors to wait.
To quote a friend: Damn my ignorance and stunning good looks! As well as a copious tendency towards use of typos.
The dark-haired boy jumped slightly as the bell rang. He'd sat on a bench by the school's front door, transparent, waiting for the abnormal kid. And maybe Kitty. All day. Unable to make a noise. The boredom was terrible. He stood as he saw his target walk past and walked into the crowd of students. He only cared about not squarely slamming into someone. Shoulder jostling never ceased in a crowd like this. He waited until he was in front of the abnormal kid, and mentally let go. It goes beyond my powers of description to say what it feels like to go from reality to ghost-like transparency. It doesn't really matter. What matters is that Kurt walked squarely into the dark-haired boy, rudely awakening the fuzzball from a daydream (about Kitty, of course. She fascinated him).
"Hello."
"Vat is eet now?"
"Take me two your leader."
"Vatever." Kurt said, trying to blow past the dark-haired boy, who promptly seized Kurt's throat with one hand. He felt fur. Something was definitely wrong with this guy.
"Xavier. Now. Schnell."
The institute had received a new student, David. He tended to wear a beige T-shirt with a red stripe around the chest, and baggy tan pants. His semi-bowl cut and glasses left the other students making comments about a blonde Willy Watt. He didn't mind. David, or Botanic to the other X-Men, loved plants. He stayed outside for hours at a time working in his garden, which was comparatively bare to the one he'd had at home. He'd fix that quickly. After preparing a plot of earth, he placed a single seed from his packet in it. He watered the spot carefully, and then got down on both knees before the mound, ankles crossed. He closed his eyes, looking something like a monk in prayer. He began to concentrate. Slowly, he knew, the seed would sprout open. Roots shot down towards the nutrients in the earth, and soon afterwards a shoot of green went upwards. The stem sprouted leaves, thorns, and a final bud on the end. He opened his eyes to watch, now that the hardest part was over. His
concentration lessened, but did not falter. In a few seconds, the bud opened, revealing white petals. As David's concentration broke, his body expelled whatever power it held, and the grass around him became greener. Nearby, the institute's great oak trees creaked as they experienced a sudden spurt of growth. He looked at life around him and laughed happily, like a child of six instead of fourteen. Jean had watched all of this with amazement. She hadn't been introduced to this boy, yet. She approached him curiously, and upon spotting her, tried to compose himself.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm David." He replied, then, after picking the rose and extending it to her, he added sheepishly:
"I make things grow."
TO BE CONTINUED...