The Prophesied Mutant
Chapter 3
We Don't Need No Education
Author's Note: Again, thanks for the reviews. If it weren't for them, I think this thing would die out like a lot of my other stories. Markmark261: Eep, sorry about that. I don't really read any DC, so I didn't know. You say his name was Metamorpho? Ouch. As for who the unknown villain is, sorry but I haven't really read all that much that included Emma. I like the character, but after I was 5 I drifted away from the X-Men a little bit and when I came back, the only thing I read with her in it (besides an issue of Ronin) was New X-Men. I don't really have a good enough feel for the character to write her correctly. However, I can promise Spider-Man, Hulk (several incarnations, including Savage, Gray, Mindless, possibly the Professor, and others). Iron Man (although he'll be a bit more like his Ultimate Marvel counterpart, because that's the sum of my experience with him) and Ghost Rider will make appearances as well. Possibilities at this point also include Blade (movie version, never read the comic) as well as a few of my original characters. Satori Blackthorn: Thank you muchly. I love conflicts like that. And don't worry, it only gets better. Without further ado, on with the show!
Hex awoke the next morning and knew there was something odd. He was tense and nervous. Something was coming; he could feel it in his soul. And it wasn't necessarily a GOOD something. He slid out of bed, slipped on a bathrobe, and crept silently out of the room so as not to wake Rogue. He had no idea where he was going, but save for the fact that Rogue was in the room, he didn't want to stay there. So he wandered, until he found himself standing on one of the balconies, staring out at the landscape but seeing nothing.
He didn't know how long he stood like that before he heard a gruff, slightly groggy voice from behind him. "Rough night kid?" That voice was unmistakably Logan's, and that was confirmed as the older man came into view and leaned against the left side of the rail.
"I dunno Logan, I dunno."
"Ya don't know," Logan asked quizzically.
"I mean my night was great, especially-uh, nevermind." The right corner of Logan's mouth tipped up into a barely visible grin and he cocked his eyebrow. "Look, what I'm saying is that it was fine. I was asleep peacefully, and if I dreamed, I don't remember it now. Then all of a sudden I was up, and the nightmare started."
"I'm not followin'."
"I just have a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, the kind of feeling you get when you know something's coming, and you don't know what it is or how you know." Logan nodded.
"That I follow." Hex shook his head.
"Y'know, sometimes I wish the drinking age was lower. It's my experience that things like these are best discussed over alcohol." He blinked in surprise, realizing what he'd just said, and added quickly, "That is, my experience that I've heard from other people." Logan laughed.
"Kid, I don't normally do this kinda thing, but I can tell somethin's got ya spooked. Ya get two beers an' my ear long enough ta explain it to me." Hex sighed.
"It'll be a long story, and as Henry would say, 'It shirks quite a few laws of quantum mechanics.' Sure you're up for it?" Logan shrugged.
"Why not? C'mon, we'll head back to my room. I doubt Chuck would want me gettin' ya drunk in front of other people."
"The Professor probably doesn't want me getting drunk at all," Hex replied, laughing. "But I guess you figure that it wouldn't really stop me, considering he can't get inside my noggin', so I'd do it anyway, right? And that it's better to be supervised and chaperoned?"
"Bingo." Hex shrugged.
"Works for me." ....................................
"Kid. . .I think I'm gonna need another one after that story." Hex held up his hands defensively and finished his second, and last, can of beer.
"I told you that it was trippy."
"Point. So yer sayin' that I leave the mansion?"
"Yep. After pretty much everybody dies."
"Well, ain't that a kick in the balls."
"Damn right," Hex said, sighing.
"Kid's got a mouth on him after all."
"Never said I was a saint."
"Never said ya did."
"Touche."
"Oh, hey. It's kinda ironic now, but Chuck told me earlier that we're gettin' a buncha new students in tomorrow." Hex chuckled.
"Let's pretend I don't already know. What are their names?"
"Well, lemme see if I remember this stuff right." Logan paused, thinking. "You've got Warren Worthington, the son of Nathaniel Worthington."
"Angel."
"Right. Then you've got Neal Sharra-"
"Thunderbird."
"Kid, that gets really annoyin', real fast." Hex simply shrugged. "Fine, fine. Then you've got Piotr Rasputin."
"Colossus."
"Uh-huh. And the last one-"
"There's another one?"
"Yeah kid, now lemme finish. The last one's name is Jubilation Lee." Hex was silent for a few long moments before uttering one word.
"Crap." ....................................
"Somethin' wrong? She make a big mess o' the future or somethin'?"
"No, I just happen to know that tornado of a teenager." Hex wasn't sure what to do. If he'd had his clothes on, he'd have been out the door already. Alas, he only had on a pair of boxer shorts and a bathrobe.
"That bad, eh?"
"That bad. And Logan, she happens to like guys like you." Logan coughed up a bit of the beer he'd had in his mouth, eliciting quite a few laughs from his drinking partner.
"That was a dirty joke kid."
"Your reaction was funny, but I'm not joking." Logan sighed.
"Great. Just flamin' great." He sighed. "Alright, we're both probably gonna need late night strolls fer a while, so what say we just do this every night?" Hex shrugged.
"Fine with me, as long as nobody else finds out," Hex said, extending his hand.
"Ya've got yerself a deal." Logan shook the younger man's hand firmly. Oddly enough, it felt more like he was shaking an equal's hand. "Oh, the Lee girl's s'posed ta get here soon. Took the earliest flight." Hex sighed.
"Great. So, since we're the only ones up, we get to be the welcoming committee." He shook his head, standing up to wait by the front door. "I should've just stayed in bed. . . ." ....................................
So Hex and Logan waited at the entrance for Jubilation Lee, unsuspecting of what was about to happen. After all, why would they be? Besides the storm, everything was peaceful and calm.
Unfortunately, that didn't last. There was a shattering of glass and explosions, and people dressed like commandos stormed into the mansion, either through broken windows or holes in the walls and roof. Logan popped his claws, but Hex held an arm out to stop him from attacking. "Let's try the civil way first," he whispered. He held up his hands defensively, like a bank robber the police had caught, and slowly began walking towards the commandos. "Hey, easy. We can talk about this."
"Shut up mutie!"
"Look, why don't we just sit down-"
"Don't move!"
"Alright, alright. Now just tell me what this is about."
"We're going to kill you all."
"I'm sorry, but that is something none of us will allow."
"Like you have a choice!" The commando that had been speaking laughed. "We've got six guys in every bedroom, more in those little secret rooms. You've got no chance." Hex's face suddenly twisted in fear.
"Rogue!" The commando practically died of laughter.
"The pretty one with the white locke of hair? Yeah, we've got six guys in there too. Too bad they can't touch her, too." Anger lit up Hex's face.
"You sick fuck."
"Watch your mouth."
"What do you want?"
"To kill you all." He paused, cocked his head. "As a matter of fact, that white haired girl is about to go."
"NO!!!" But it was too late. The gunshot was clearly heard throughout the mansion. Hex stood there, breathing heavily, and the temperature of the room slowly began to rise. The commando pointed his gun at the boy.
"Don't even think about using your powers." Hex's eyes opened, and flames burned there.
"Try and stop me." The commando laughed and fired his gun. A flame shot out of Hex's palm and the bullet was taken care of.
"Shit." Hex chuckled.
"My thoughts exactly." He smiled. "By the way, you might want to check out the bottom of your pants." Sweat was pouring down everyone's body. The commandos looked at their pants. Suddenly the bottom of them caught fire. "Good-bye, fuckers. I hope you have fun in hell." And then, with a shriek of insane, pain filled rage, Hex lit every single commando in the room ablaze. He then began walking towards the stairs, unconcerned with the dying screams of the human murderers. And the scariest part of it all?
He enjoyed doing it. ....................................
The carnage continued, as every gun in the mansion was superheated to the point of melting. "No more mutants will be hurt," he said, and somehow, his voice could be heard in every room of the mansion. "All humans on the premises will die. Do not bother fighting, you will only make your death worse, I guarantee you." And gradually he went, touching every door in the mansion, and the men there died. The ones stationed in the hallways simply lit up like torches.
Hex snapped out of his reverie as he neared his room, the last place on his tour. "Please, please be alive," he mumbled, even as tears began to slide down his face. Bobby stood in the doorway. Hex stopped and inclined his head in a way that said 'Is she. . .?' Bobby simply nodded. Hex's face grew cold and he shoved Bobby, hard. Bobby recoiled and quickly had to put out his shirt.
"Hex, control yourself!" Hex ignored his friend, simply walking into his room, pale as a ghost, tears falling in rivers. He ran to Rogue, cradled her now dead body in his arms. He cried for hours upon hours, so long that he lost track of time. But finally, with students cleaning up bodies and the Professor headed down to his room, he stood up and turned, seeing Bobby still there.
"I'm leaving."
"What?"
"I'm leaving."
"You can't leave, not now."
"Bobby, I killed those murderers. I killed them in a very painful manner." Bobby had nothing to say to that. "And it wasn't because I had to. It was because I wanted to. I enjoyed it." He sighed. "But most of all, I have to leave because I can no longer believe what the Professor believes. How can I, when this happens? I'm sorry Bobby, but I have to go." ....................................
From the bushes outside the mansion, Wildfire shook his head. 'It had to be done' he thought to himself. 'So why do I feel so bad about doing it?' ....................................
Hex didn't stay to say hello to Jubilation Lee before he left. The last anyone saw of him was a shadowy outline, pack slung over his backing, singing the words, "We don't need no education."
Something he was truly beginning to believe.
Author's Note 2: Short chapter, and kind of corny and rushed, but things will be kicking into gear very soon. Don't worry. R&R, as always.
Chapter 3
We Don't Need No Education
Author's Note: Again, thanks for the reviews. If it weren't for them, I think this thing would die out like a lot of my other stories. Markmark261: Eep, sorry about that. I don't really read any DC, so I didn't know. You say his name was Metamorpho? Ouch. As for who the unknown villain is, sorry but I haven't really read all that much that included Emma. I like the character, but after I was 5 I drifted away from the X-Men a little bit and when I came back, the only thing I read with her in it (besides an issue of Ronin) was New X-Men. I don't really have a good enough feel for the character to write her correctly. However, I can promise Spider-Man, Hulk (several incarnations, including Savage, Gray, Mindless, possibly the Professor, and others). Iron Man (although he'll be a bit more like his Ultimate Marvel counterpart, because that's the sum of my experience with him) and Ghost Rider will make appearances as well. Possibilities at this point also include Blade (movie version, never read the comic) as well as a few of my original characters. Satori Blackthorn: Thank you muchly. I love conflicts like that. And don't worry, it only gets better. Without further ado, on with the show!
Hex awoke the next morning and knew there was something odd. He was tense and nervous. Something was coming; he could feel it in his soul. And it wasn't necessarily a GOOD something. He slid out of bed, slipped on a bathrobe, and crept silently out of the room so as not to wake Rogue. He had no idea where he was going, but save for the fact that Rogue was in the room, he didn't want to stay there. So he wandered, until he found himself standing on one of the balconies, staring out at the landscape but seeing nothing.
He didn't know how long he stood like that before he heard a gruff, slightly groggy voice from behind him. "Rough night kid?" That voice was unmistakably Logan's, and that was confirmed as the older man came into view and leaned against the left side of the rail.
"I dunno Logan, I dunno."
"Ya don't know," Logan asked quizzically.
"I mean my night was great, especially-uh, nevermind." The right corner of Logan's mouth tipped up into a barely visible grin and he cocked his eyebrow. "Look, what I'm saying is that it was fine. I was asleep peacefully, and if I dreamed, I don't remember it now. Then all of a sudden I was up, and the nightmare started."
"I'm not followin'."
"I just have a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, the kind of feeling you get when you know something's coming, and you don't know what it is or how you know." Logan nodded.
"That I follow." Hex shook his head.
"Y'know, sometimes I wish the drinking age was lower. It's my experience that things like these are best discussed over alcohol." He blinked in surprise, realizing what he'd just said, and added quickly, "That is, my experience that I've heard from other people." Logan laughed.
"Kid, I don't normally do this kinda thing, but I can tell somethin's got ya spooked. Ya get two beers an' my ear long enough ta explain it to me." Hex sighed.
"It'll be a long story, and as Henry would say, 'It shirks quite a few laws of quantum mechanics.' Sure you're up for it?" Logan shrugged.
"Why not? C'mon, we'll head back to my room. I doubt Chuck would want me gettin' ya drunk in front of other people."
"The Professor probably doesn't want me getting drunk at all," Hex replied, laughing. "But I guess you figure that it wouldn't really stop me, considering he can't get inside my noggin', so I'd do it anyway, right? And that it's better to be supervised and chaperoned?"
"Bingo." Hex shrugged.
"Works for me." ....................................
"Kid. . .I think I'm gonna need another one after that story." Hex held up his hands defensively and finished his second, and last, can of beer.
"I told you that it was trippy."
"Point. So yer sayin' that I leave the mansion?"
"Yep. After pretty much everybody dies."
"Well, ain't that a kick in the balls."
"Damn right," Hex said, sighing.
"Kid's got a mouth on him after all."
"Never said I was a saint."
"Never said ya did."
"Touche."
"Oh, hey. It's kinda ironic now, but Chuck told me earlier that we're gettin' a buncha new students in tomorrow." Hex chuckled.
"Let's pretend I don't already know. What are their names?"
"Well, lemme see if I remember this stuff right." Logan paused, thinking. "You've got Warren Worthington, the son of Nathaniel Worthington."
"Angel."
"Right. Then you've got Neal Sharra-"
"Thunderbird."
"Kid, that gets really annoyin', real fast." Hex simply shrugged. "Fine, fine. Then you've got Piotr Rasputin."
"Colossus."
"Uh-huh. And the last one-"
"There's another one?"
"Yeah kid, now lemme finish. The last one's name is Jubilation Lee." Hex was silent for a few long moments before uttering one word.
"Crap." ....................................
"Somethin' wrong? She make a big mess o' the future or somethin'?"
"No, I just happen to know that tornado of a teenager." Hex wasn't sure what to do. If he'd had his clothes on, he'd have been out the door already. Alas, he only had on a pair of boxer shorts and a bathrobe.
"That bad, eh?"
"That bad. And Logan, she happens to like guys like you." Logan coughed up a bit of the beer he'd had in his mouth, eliciting quite a few laughs from his drinking partner.
"That was a dirty joke kid."
"Your reaction was funny, but I'm not joking." Logan sighed.
"Great. Just flamin' great." He sighed. "Alright, we're both probably gonna need late night strolls fer a while, so what say we just do this every night?" Hex shrugged.
"Fine with me, as long as nobody else finds out," Hex said, extending his hand.
"Ya've got yerself a deal." Logan shook the younger man's hand firmly. Oddly enough, it felt more like he was shaking an equal's hand. "Oh, the Lee girl's s'posed ta get here soon. Took the earliest flight." Hex sighed.
"Great. So, since we're the only ones up, we get to be the welcoming committee." He shook his head, standing up to wait by the front door. "I should've just stayed in bed. . . ." ....................................
So Hex and Logan waited at the entrance for Jubilation Lee, unsuspecting of what was about to happen. After all, why would they be? Besides the storm, everything was peaceful and calm.
Unfortunately, that didn't last. There was a shattering of glass and explosions, and people dressed like commandos stormed into the mansion, either through broken windows or holes in the walls and roof. Logan popped his claws, but Hex held an arm out to stop him from attacking. "Let's try the civil way first," he whispered. He held up his hands defensively, like a bank robber the police had caught, and slowly began walking towards the commandos. "Hey, easy. We can talk about this."
"Shut up mutie!"
"Look, why don't we just sit down-"
"Don't move!"
"Alright, alright. Now just tell me what this is about."
"We're going to kill you all."
"I'm sorry, but that is something none of us will allow."
"Like you have a choice!" The commando that had been speaking laughed. "We've got six guys in every bedroom, more in those little secret rooms. You've got no chance." Hex's face suddenly twisted in fear.
"Rogue!" The commando practically died of laughter.
"The pretty one with the white locke of hair? Yeah, we've got six guys in there too. Too bad they can't touch her, too." Anger lit up Hex's face.
"You sick fuck."
"Watch your mouth."
"What do you want?"
"To kill you all." He paused, cocked his head. "As a matter of fact, that white haired girl is about to go."
"NO!!!" But it was too late. The gunshot was clearly heard throughout the mansion. Hex stood there, breathing heavily, and the temperature of the room slowly began to rise. The commando pointed his gun at the boy.
"Don't even think about using your powers." Hex's eyes opened, and flames burned there.
"Try and stop me." The commando laughed and fired his gun. A flame shot out of Hex's palm and the bullet was taken care of.
"Shit." Hex chuckled.
"My thoughts exactly." He smiled. "By the way, you might want to check out the bottom of your pants." Sweat was pouring down everyone's body. The commandos looked at their pants. Suddenly the bottom of them caught fire. "Good-bye, fuckers. I hope you have fun in hell." And then, with a shriek of insane, pain filled rage, Hex lit every single commando in the room ablaze. He then began walking towards the stairs, unconcerned with the dying screams of the human murderers. And the scariest part of it all?
He enjoyed doing it. ....................................
The carnage continued, as every gun in the mansion was superheated to the point of melting. "No more mutants will be hurt," he said, and somehow, his voice could be heard in every room of the mansion. "All humans on the premises will die. Do not bother fighting, you will only make your death worse, I guarantee you." And gradually he went, touching every door in the mansion, and the men there died. The ones stationed in the hallways simply lit up like torches.
Hex snapped out of his reverie as he neared his room, the last place on his tour. "Please, please be alive," he mumbled, even as tears began to slide down his face. Bobby stood in the doorway. Hex stopped and inclined his head in a way that said 'Is she. . .?' Bobby simply nodded. Hex's face grew cold and he shoved Bobby, hard. Bobby recoiled and quickly had to put out his shirt.
"Hex, control yourself!" Hex ignored his friend, simply walking into his room, pale as a ghost, tears falling in rivers. He ran to Rogue, cradled her now dead body in his arms. He cried for hours upon hours, so long that he lost track of time. But finally, with students cleaning up bodies and the Professor headed down to his room, he stood up and turned, seeing Bobby still there.
"I'm leaving."
"What?"
"I'm leaving."
"You can't leave, not now."
"Bobby, I killed those murderers. I killed them in a very painful manner." Bobby had nothing to say to that. "And it wasn't because I had to. It was because I wanted to. I enjoyed it." He sighed. "But most of all, I have to leave because I can no longer believe what the Professor believes. How can I, when this happens? I'm sorry Bobby, but I have to go." ....................................
From the bushes outside the mansion, Wildfire shook his head. 'It had to be done' he thought to himself. 'So why do I feel so bad about doing it?' ....................................
Hex didn't stay to say hello to Jubilation Lee before he left. The last anyone saw of him was a shadowy outline, pack slung over his backing, singing the words, "We don't need no education."
Something he was truly beginning to believe.
Author's Note 2: Short chapter, and kind of corny and rushed, but things will be kicking into gear very soon. Don't worry. R&R, as always.