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"Only the good die young."- Billy Joel 'Only the Good Die Young'
~*~*~*~*~Flash Forward~*~*~*~*~
Cassa Summers was bored. No, she decided, bored is an understatement. She had absolutely no interest in the make-up of a eukaryotic cell, didn't give a flying bejezzus about which plant created the most ozygen (as long as there was oxygen to breathe) and most infuriating about her biology class were the guys that sat behind her who laughed whenever Piotr Rasputin, their teacher, said 'homo erectus' during their human evolution unit.
She watched, chewing her fingernails, as Professor Rasputin walked across the room to use the chalkboard.
"Pst." A voice hissed behind her. She turned to see Kyle Landry, a mutant who could cause electrical shortages and storms, and one of her best friends. "You'se gonna do it?" he asked in his uneducated Brooklyn accent.
She shrugged. "C'mon." he begged, grinning widly. "It's jus' so much fun."
"Yeah, Cassa. Do it." Her best friend, Christina- a girl who could shift into animals- whispered enthusiastically.
Cassa began to grin. "I shouldn't. I'm in enough trouble as it is."
The dark-haired Hawaiian boy in front of her, Orion, turned around, smiling a gorgeous smile. "Come on, Cassa. Do it." Orion could alter time itself- within limits, of course- but he was suppressed by his parents when they found out about his mutation and now was cautious to use it.
Cassa shrugged, and focused herself on the task ahead. Cassandra Hope Summers- born Cassandra Hope Geocaris- could take the microwaves in the air and bend them into pure energy which she could use for things such as creating invisible barriers or sending energy blasts to do things such as breaking windows or demolishing doors.
Right now she focused the pure energy- the power that made her feel like she had the universe at her fingertips- and condensed it to form a barrier in front of the chalkboard. Professor Rasputin stopped millimeters before crashing into it, and held out a hand to rest upon the energy, then turned to send a disapproving look at Cassa.
"Do I need to say it once more, Cassandra, or will you fill in your punishment from experience?" Professer Rasputin said in his slight Russian accent.
"Tell me again, Professor. I like hearing it." She grinned, kicking her feet onto the desk and crossing her arms behind her head.
He held out a musclely arm and pointed to the door. "Go speak to Cyclops."
Her mouth dropped open. Usually she was sent to Professor Xavier, who just told her that it was a good thing to have control over her mutations, but she really shouldn't use them for disrupting class. Scott, her adoptive father, on the other hand.well, he would have a cow.
She meekly got up and trudged to the door. There she paused and sent a pleading look at Colossus, who waved her on. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Come on, Scott. You can't be mad! You're not the one sitting through that class! It's so boring! I was just trying to have fun!" Cassa complained loudly.
"It's not meant to be fun, Cassa." He answered, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
They were silent for a short time while Cassa contemplated whether or not to ask Scott something. She decided to brush off her doubts, and asked anyway. The question had been bothering her for a while.. "Scott. my mother died about a week after I was born, right?"
Scott nodded. "In her second surgery."
"Well, where was my father during this?"
Scott visibly tensed. "We didn't know where he was. We couldn't find him."
She was quiet for a second. "Where is he now?"
"Dead, Cassa." He answered quickly, turning awkwardly away. "I'm sorry."
They continued to walk to the mansion. "Go to class." Scott said, kissing her fatherly on the forehead. "Remember, though, only the good die young, and your mother was good."
"What about my father?" she asked as she walked away.
Scott shrugged. "For the most part." He muttered as Cassa disappeared into a classroom.
~*~*~*~*~End Flash~*~*~*~*~
"Ororo.anyone?" Oracle muttered as she slowly regained some consciousness and hoped to find a friend in her newly distorted universe.
"Here. It's Scott." Cyclops moved into her field of view from the hospital bed.
"Scott. what."
"I don't know what's wrong, kid. I can't tell you. They're going to bring you back into surgery-"
Her mind quickly flashed to her dreams. If they were premonitions, then she had the chance to change things, which didn't usually happen. If she changed this, maybe John wouldn't be dead. It was funny how she lay here in this sterilized hospital room and all her mind flashed to John. John who she hadn't seen or heard from in months. John who she loved and missed.
"Scott." she gasped as she shifted weight. She could feel herself going under once more. "Please. no more surgery. I. I can't take it. I won't-"
She stopped, unable to speak any more for the moment.
"Oracle, if you don't you may not.we don't know what would happen to you." What was with awkward pauses during these types of conversations?
"It doesn't matter. just. please, no surgery."
Scott shrugged. "I can't promise, but I'll try."
Oracle's world grew black once more, a black that was significantly less frightening then it was so many times before.
"How's." she muttered. "How's my baby." she muttered, and went under again before she could hear a response.
Woo. Put up the second chapter right away so pepel could get a better idea.
Please review. All flames will be used to light my bonfire of world domination MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA*passes out from lack of oxygen*
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"Only the good die young."- Billy Joel 'Only the Good Die Young'
~*~*~*~*~Flash Forward~*~*~*~*~
Cassa Summers was bored. No, she decided, bored is an understatement. She had absolutely no interest in the make-up of a eukaryotic cell, didn't give a flying bejezzus about which plant created the most ozygen (as long as there was oxygen to breathe) and most infuriating about her biology class were the guys that sat behind her who laughed whenever Piotr Rasputin, their teacher, said 'homo erectus' during their human evolution unit.
She watched, chewing her fingernails, as Professor Rasputin walked across the room to use the chalkboard.
"Pst." A voice hissed behind her. She turned to see Kyle Landry, a mutant who could cause electrical shortages and storms, and one of her best friends. "You'se gonna do it?" he asked in his uneducated Brooklyn accent.
She shrugged. "C'mon." he begged, grinning widly. "It's jus' so much fun."
"Yeah, Cassa. Do it." Her best friend, Christina- a girl who could shift into animals- whispered enthusiastically.
Cassa began to grin. "I shouldn't. I'm in enough trouble as it is."
The dark-haired Hawaiian boy in front of her, Orion, turned around, smiling a gorgeous smile. "Come on, Cassa. Do it." Orion could alter time itself- within limits, of course- but he was suppressed by his parents when they found out about his mutation and now was cautious to use it.
Cassa shrugged, and focused herself on the task ahead. Cassandra Hope Summers- born Cassandra Hope Geocaris- could take the microwaves in the air and bend them into pure energy which she could use for things such as creating invisible barriers or sending energy blasts to do things such as breaking windows or demolishing doors.
Right now she focused the pure energy- the power that made her feel like she had the universe at her fingertips- and condensed it to form a barrier in front of the chalkboard. Professor Rasputin stopped millimeters before crashing into it, and held out a hand to rest upon the energy, then turned to send a disapproving look at Cassa.
"Do I need to say it once more, Cassandra, or will you fill in your punishment from experience?" Professer Rasputin said in his slight Russian accent.
"Tell me again, Professor. I like hearing it." She grinned, kicking her feet onto the desk and crossing her arms behind her head.
He held out a musclely arm and pointed to the door. "Go speak to Cyclops."
Her mouth dropped open. Usually she was sent to Professor Xavier, who just told her that it was a good thing to have control over her mutations, but she really shouldn't use them for disrupting class. Scott, her adoptive father, on the other hand.well, he would have a cow.
She meekly got up and trudged to the door. There she paused and sent a pleading look at Colossus, who waved her on. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Come on, Scott. You can't be mad! You're not the one sitting through that class! It's so boring! I was just trying to have fun!" Cassa complained loudly.
"It's not meant to be fun, Cassa." He answered, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
They were silent for a short time while Cassa contemplated whether or not to ask Scott something. She decided to brush off her doubts, and asked anyway. The question had been bothering her for a while.. "Scott. my mother died about a week after I was born, right?"
Scott nodded. "In her second surgery."
"Well, where was my father during this?"
Scott visibly tensed. "We didn't know where he was. We couldn't find him."
She was quiet for a second. "Where is he now?"
"Dead, Cassa." He answered quickly, turning awkwardly away. "I'm sorry."
They continued to walk to the mansion. "Go to class." Scott said, kissing her fatherly on the forehead. "Remember, though, only the good die young, and your mother was good."
"What about my father?" she asked as she walked away.
Scott shrugged. "For the most part." He muttered as Cassa disappeared into a classroom.
~*~*~*~*~End Flash~*~*~*~*~
"Ororo.anyone?" Oracle muttered as she slowly regained some consciousness and hoped to find a friend in her newly distorted universe.
"Here. It's Scott." Cyclops moved into her field of view from the hospital bed.
"Scott. what."
"I don't know what's wrong, kid. I can't tell you. They're going to bring you back into surgery-"
Her mind quickly flashed to her dreams. If they were premonitions, then she had the chance to change things, which didn't usually happen. If she changed this, maybe John wouldn't be dead. It was funny how she lay here in this sterilized hospital room and all her mind flashed to John. John who she hadn't seen or heard from in months. John who she loved and missed.
"Scott." she gasped as she shifted weight. She could feel herself going under once more. "Please. no more surgery. I. I can't take it. I won't-"
She stopped, unable to speak any more for the moment.
"Oracle, if you don't you may not.we don't know what would happen to you." What was with awkward pauses during these types of conversations?
"It doesn't matter. just. please, no surgery."
Scott shrugged. "I can't promise, but I'll try."
Oracle's world grew black once more, a black that was significantly less frightening then it was so many times before.
"How's." she muttered. "How's my baby." she muttered, and went under again before she could hear a response.
Woo. Put up the second chapter right away so pepel could get a better idea.
Please review. All flames will be used to light my bonfire of world domination MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA*passes out from lack of oxygen*