Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Xmen except for Aeris...The others, well they belong to Marvel and Stan Lee.
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews...The romance between Pyro and Aeris will not be easy, I find that to be very boring and unoriginal..Aeris will face obstacles to get what she wants, trust me...Don't shoot me if I get Peter's (Colossus) accent wrong..I can't do Russian.Italics represent dreams/nightmares.
AN2: Don't forget to review! It is much appreciated...
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Opposites Attract: Chapter Two
I am inside the mansion now, which is probably only two floors, maybe more. I do not know what goes on in this place. The hallway where I am following the man whom told me to refer to him as Wolverine is a long corridor with rooms branching off to each side.
Wolverine tells me that at the end of the hall is the basketball courts, the fields, and the other things, which he did not explain to me.
I don't know where I'm going and I think that Wolverine is getting tired of me asking, "Wolvie, where are we going?" He seems not to want to answer to Wolvie. I think its a cute pet name for him.
I pass kids who stop and look at me, like my life has been broadcasted on HBO or something. It was broadcasted on the news when I killed my mother. It was an accident and unfortunately, the judge loved (and that is literally) my father and set me free. Some country.
Wolverine stops me when I am not paying attention in front of a room that looks like the wall.
"Are you stupid? That's a wall we are standing in front of!" I yell.
He smiles and knocks on it. He waits a second before opening the door, where a handle appeared. I am completely amazed. This Professor Charles Xavier is some guy.
"Ah, Logan," A man says, whom I think is the professor.
I follow Logan inside and set my things down, to be met by a bald man in a wheelchair. A bald man. I had never met a bald man as bald as this guy in the wheelchair.
The bald man laughs. "Aeris McCoy, I am Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the school that you are going to be attending."
I stop thinking of him as the bald man. "Do not be alarmed, Miss McCoy."
I say nothing and just stare at him. "Seems she put a show on for John, Bobby and Rogue." Logan says, crossing his arms and leaning on the couch.
"It was not my fault," I say, fast, "I swear."
Xavier laughs, smiling. "We know, Aeris."
I sigh. Actually it was my fault but I was glad I was not being yelled at. I stare at Logan, who sits casually against the desk. None of us say anything for a while until a man, who looks above six foot comes in with papers in his hand.
"Ah, Peter," Xavier says, smiling, as the boy hands him the papers. "Peter Rasputin, this is Aeris McCoy, our newest student."
I grit my teeth when the Professor says the name Peter. I did not know this boy but the gritting of my teeth was a reflex. A reflex to what? Well, I will explain later.
Peter looks at me, studying me. "Peter is a student here and a big help to all of us." Xavier goes on, "He helped save most of the children when William Stryker attacked us almost three months ago."
Peter and I lock eyes for a second before he extends his muscular arm out. I take his hand, his grip tight, and we shake hands.
"Nice to meet you, Aeris," He says, with a Russian accent. He's cute, I have to admit.
"Nice to meet you too, Russ," I say, using Russ instead of Peter. His face darkens like he doesn't like the name.
"Peter, Logan, would you two please leave while I speak to Aeris?" Xavier asks. Logan and Peter both nod. Logan follows Peter out and I look blankly at the professor.
He moves the wheelchair to behind the desk, where he neatly puts the papers into a desk drawer. He folds his hands together, his elbows planted on the desk. I move in the chair to face him and he sighs.
"Peter did not like the fact that you called him Russ. He goes by Peter," Xavier says.
"Look, I'm sorry, something happened to me and I do not care for the name Peter," I reply, ticked off. "I know what you can do so do not dare pry into my mind."
"Ah, I didn't even plan on it. You can tell when your ready," He says, smiling. "I've moved some rooms a bit and you'll be sharing a dorm with John Allerdyce, I believe you've met him?"
Oh great. Now I have to share a bedroom with a guy? Doesn't this man know what teenaged guys do to teenaged girls alone? John doesn't seem that kind of man, but who knows? All men think alike!
"John won't be able to pull anything on you or with you without your consent. Your dorm is now next to Peter's," He says, hopefully to lighten things up.
Psh. Yeah right. He read my mind! Damn him.
"I'll have Rogue show you where you will be staying. Her room is near yours," He says, before motioning me out, "I've got papers to grade."
He smiles as I pick my bags and leave his small, but cozy office. I step out and everyone is running down the hall and I can't help but to look. Something is going on but I do not want to go look. All I want to do is sleep.
I look for the one who is known as Rogue, the girl I met when I first entered this place but she is no where in sight. Instead, I find John.
"Hey!" He says, cheerfully, "I hear me and you are sharing rooms."
I back away. He notices my uneasiness and reassures me that he won't do anything to me. "Don't worry," He says, "I'm not going to do anything."
I say nothing as I pass him. "You're going the wrong way."
Looking back at him, he points to the other way, to the stairs. Oh yeah, the stairs. I pass him once more and almost get hit by a young girl. She screams a bit and her scream hits me like a sonic boom.
"Siryn, SHUT UP!" John yells, covering his ears. I cannot seem to cover my ears and the screams won't stop screaming in my head. God, what pain from a scream!
The girl stops screaming, looks at me with apologetic eyes and runs off again. I am now leaning against the wall, out of breath, my head feels like I was hit with a fifty pound club a hundred times. John makes his way over to me and looks at the damage that Siryn did.
She broke two mirrors and the glass windows that stretched down the hall. She probably damaged my eardrums too. He helps me up and leans me against the wall.
"Siryn is her name. Her screams are like sonic waves," he explains, "it hurts if your really near her."
"No kidding," I retort. I begin to slide down the wall, my eyes shutting as my butt touches the floor. When I get headaches, ones that are as big as this, well, I go to sleep very fast.
Being asleep, I did not feel or hear John pick me up and my things and carry me up the stairs and to the room. How he managed to carry my ten pound bags and me, who weighs almost one-hundred, twenty-five pounds at eighteen, is a mystery.
All I could do now was dream. Or most likely, a nightmare.
Ireland. Why am I back in Ireland, in Dublin. Especially at the mall? I haven't been to Ireland since I was thirteen, right before my brother and mother were killed, both at different times.
I am standing in a store, most likely a card shop, paying for something. I see my younger brother, who is eleven, being taken out of the store entrance. I drop the cards and follow him out. Why would they want my brother, who is an innocent among the Irish community?
"Stop!" I yell, when they bring him out to the woods behind the Dublin Mall.
They look at me, cautiously. "He is a mutant! He is charged with burning down the library, killing a hundred innocent people."
One of those hundred innocent people happened to be my mother and he was not the one who burnt down the library. It was me, not him. I had a panic attack and happened to burst into flames. I had ran off, hiding and he was left, watching, looking for my mother.
"Aeris, I didn't do it!" He cries, tears stream down his face.
"I know, Peter, I know," I reply. "It isn't his fault!"
One of the police men replies, "It was, he was there at the scene of the crime."
The other police man, who is more rounder than the first, takes out his 9mm and points it to my brother's head. Peter is now crying uncontrollably. As the police man ready's the gun, I realize tears are streaming down my face.
"Please, let him go! I've lost my mother, I don't want to lose him either!" I yell, holding back sobs that are forming deep in my throat.
"I'm sorry, miss, but this has to be done," with that, he pulled the trigger, my brother falling on the leafy dirt, blood spewing out of the hole in his head. His emerald eyes stare at me and I feel guilty, for betraying my brother.
I am on the ground, my face in my hands, crying uncontrollably. Now this means I have to go back and live with my scientist father, who does nothing more than experiment on me.
I bolt open my eyes, tears streaming down my pale face. Why hadn't I spoken up? Why hadn't I saved him by the sacrifice of my life? Why did I have to be a mutant and be a dangerous one at that?
I asked myself these things over and over again but no one answered me. I glance at the clock, which read 8:03 p.m. I had gotten here at 2 p.m, heard Siryn's head shattering scream at 3. I had been sleeping for over five hours.
John hadn't come in yet and I was glad no one was near to hear me cry. I hadn't cried like this since the day my father did more experiments on me, things I do not wish to remember.
I lay back down, covering myself with a blanket that I assume John put on me and let the tears stain the pillow. I did not dare to sleep. I did not want to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.
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Author's Note: Oh wow...my hand's crampin' up from typing this..Please review..I'll give ya cookies with Pyro and Iceman on them ::starts making cookies:: please??
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews...The romance between Pyro and Aeris will not be easy, I find that to be very boring and unoriginal..Aeris will face obstacles to get what she wants, trust me...Don't shoot me if I get Peter's (Colossus) accent wrong..I can't do Russian.Italics represent dreams/nightmares.
AN2: Don't forget to review! It is much appreciated...
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Opposites Attract: Chapter Two
I am inside the mansion now, which is probably only two floors, maybe more. I do not know what goes on in this place. The hallway where I am following the man whom told me to refer to him as Wolverine is a long corridor with rooms branching off to each side.
Wolverine tells me that at the end of the hall is the basketball courts, the fields, and the other things, which he did not explain to me.
I don't know where I'm going and I think that Wolverine is getting tired of me asking, "Wolvie, where are we going?" He seems not to want to answer to Wolvie. I think its a cute pet name for him.
I pass kids who stop and look at me, like my life has been broadcasted on HBO or something. It was broadcasted on the news when I killed my mother. It was an accident and unfortunately, the judge loved (and that is literally) my father and set me free. Some country.
Wolverine stops me when I am not paying attention in front of a room that looks like the wall.
"Are you stupid? That's a wall we are standing in front of!" I yell.
He smiles and knocks on it. He waits a second before opening the door, where a handle appeared. I am completely amazed. This Professor Charles Xavier is some guy.
"Ah, Logan," A man says, whom I think is the professor.
I follow Logan inside and set my things down, to be met by a bald man in a wheelchair. A bald man. I had never met a bald man as bald as this guy in the wheelchair.
The bald man laughs. "Aeris McCoy, I am Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the school that you are going to be attending."
I stop thinking of him as the bald man. "Do not be alarmed, Miss McCoy."
I say nothing and just stare at him. "Seems she put a show on for John, Bobby and Rogue." Logan says, crossing his arms and leaning on the couch.
"It was not my fault," I say, fast, "I swear."
Xavier laughs, smiling. "We know, Aeris."
I sigh. Actually it was my fault but I was glad I was not being yelled at. I stare at Logan, who sits casually against the desk. None of us say anything for a while until a man, who looks above six foot comes in with papers in his hand.
"Ah, Peter," Xavier says, smiling, as the boy hands him the papers. "Peter Rasputin, this is Aeris McCoy, our newest student."
I grit my teeth when the Professor says the name Peter. I did not know this boy but the gritting of my teeth was a reflex. A reflex to what? Well, I will explain later.
Peter looks at me, studying me. "Peter is a student here and a big help to all of us." Xavier goes on, "He helped save most of the children when William Stryker attacked us almost three months ago."
Peter and I lock eyes for a second before he extends his muscular arm out. I take his hand, his grip tight, and we shake hands.
"Nice to meet you, Aeris," He says, with a Russian accent. He's cute, I have to admit.
"Nice to meet you too, Russ," I say, using Russ instead of Peter. His face darkens like he doesn't like the name.
"Peter, Logan, would you two please leave while I speak to Aeris?" Xavier asks. Logan and Peter both nod. Logan follows Peter out and I look blankly at the professor.
He moves the wheelchair to behind the desk, where he neatly puts the papers into a desk drawer. He folds his hands together, his elbows planted on the desk. I move in the chair to face him and he sighs.
"Peter did not like the fact that you called him Russ. He goes by Peter," Xavier says.
"Look, I'm sorry, something happened to me and I do not care for the name Peter," I reply, ticked off. "I know what you can do so do not dare pry into my mind."
"Ah, I didn't even plan on it. You can tell when your ready," He says, smiling. "I've moved some rooms a bit and you'll be sharing a dorm with John Allerdyce, I believe you've met him?"
Oh great. Now I have to share a bedroom with a guy? Doesn't this man know what teenaged guys do to teenaged girls alone? John doesn't seem that kind of man, but who knows? All men think alike!
"John won't be able to pull anything on you or with you without your consent. Your dorm is now next to Peter's," He says, hopefully to lighten things up.
Psh. Yeah right. He read my mind! Damn him.
"I'll have Rogue show you where you will be staying. Her room is near yours," He says, before motioning me out, "I've got papers to grade."
He smiles as I pick my bags and leave his small, but cozy office. I step out and everyone is running down the hall and I can't help but to look. Something is going on but I do not want to go look. All I want to do is sleep.
I look for the one who is known as Rogue, the girl I met when I first entered this place but she is no where in sight. Instead, I find John.
"Hey!" He says, cheerfully, "I hear me and you are sharing rooms."
I back away. He notices my uneasiness and reassures me that he won't do anything to me. "Don't worry," He says, "I'm not going to do anything."
I say nothing as I pass him. "You're going the wrong way."
Looking back at him, he points to the other way, to the stairs. Oh yeah, the stairs. I pass him once more and almost get hit by a young girl. She screams a bit and her scream hits me like a sonic boom.
"Siryn, SHUT UP!" John yells, covering his ears. I cannot seem to cover my ears and the screams won't stop screaming in my head. God, what pain from a scream!
The girl stops screaming, looks at me with apologetic eyes and runs off again. I am now leaning against the wall, out of breath, my head feels like I was hit with a fifty pound club a hundred times. John makes his way over to me and looks at the damage that Siryn did.
She broke two mirrors and the glass windows that stretched down the hall. She probably damaged my eardrums too. He helps me up and leans me against the wall.
"Siryn is her name. Her screams are like sonic waves," he explains, "it hurts if your really near her."
"No kidding," I retort. I begin to slide down the wall, my eyes shutting as my butt touches the floor. When I get headaches, ones that are as big as this, well, I go to sleep very fast.
Being asleep, I did not feel or hear John pick me up and my things and carry me up the stairs and to the room. How he managed to carry my ten pound bags and me, who weighs almost one-hundred, twenty-five pounds at eighteen, is a mystery.
All I could do now was dream. Or most likely, a nightmare.
Ireland. Why am I back in Ireland, in Dublin. Especially at the mall? I haven't been to Ireland since I was thirteen, right before my brother and mother were killed, both at different times.
I am standing in a store, most likely a card shop, paying for something. I see my younger brother, who is eleven, being taken out of the store entrance. I drop the cards and follow him out. Why would they want my brother, who is an innocent among the Irish community?
"Stop!" I yell, when they bring him out to the woods behind the Dublin Mall.
They look at me, cautiously. "He is a mutant! He is charged with burning down the library, killing a hundred innocent people."
One of those hundred innocent people happened to be my mother and he was not the one who burnt down the library. It was me, not him. I had a panic attack and happened to burst into flames. I had ran off, hiding and he was left, watching, looking for my mother.
"Aeris, I didn't do it!" He cries, tears stream down his face.
"I know, Peter, I know," I reply. "It isn't his fault!"
One of the police men replies, "It was, he was there at the scene of the crime."
The other police man, who is more rounder than the first, takes out his 9mm and points it to my brother's head. Peter is now crying uncontrollably. As the police man ready's the gun, I realize tears are streaming down my face.
"Please, let him go! I've lost my mother, I don't want to lose him either!" I yell, holding back sobs that are forming deep in my throat.
"I'm sorry, miss, but this has to be done," with that, he pulled the trigger, my brother falling on the leafy dirt, blood spewing out of the hole in his head. His emerald eyes stare at me and I feel guilty, for betraying my brother.
I am on the ground, my face in my hands, crying uncontrollably. Now this means I have to go back and live with my scientist father, who does nothing more than experiment on me.
I bolt open my eyes, tears streaming down my pale face. Why hadn't I spoken up? Why hadn't I saved him by the sacrifice of my life? Why did I have to be a mutant and be a dangerous one at that?
I asked myself these things over and over again but no one answered me. I glance at the clock, which read 8:03 p.m. I had gotten here at 2 p.m, heard Siryn's head shattering scream at 3. I had been sleeping for over five hours.
John hadn't come in yet and I was glad no one was near to hear me cry. I hadn't cried like this since the day my father did more experiments on me, things I do not wish to remember.
I lay back down, covering myself with a blanket that I assume John put on me and let the tears stain the pillow. I did not dare to sleep. I did not want to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.
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Author's Note: Oh wow...my hand's crampin' up from typing this..Please review..I'll give ya cookies with Pyro and Iceman on them ::starts making cookies:: please??
