Escaflowne, thank you for pointing out that Mystique couldn't copy powers!
I had totally forgotten! But still . . . it was the Danger Room so I guess
I was aloud to bend a few rules . . . And just to point out to everyone
something I found out: Pyro doesn't create fire. He only manipulates it . .
. but I'll ignore that too, and just pretend that he can create flames.
Well, here is my not-that-long chapter 30.
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Mystique was looking out of a window, looking out at the street below. She somehow felt that something was about to happen.
She was in what looked like an apartment, in the poor section of New York. It was very close to the docks, and in fact, the warehouses' rooftops could even be seen in the distance.
"What are you worrying about?" a voice said from further in the room.
Mystique turned around, looking at the boy who had spoken to her with a soft, almost caring look on her face.
The boy in question was sitting in a large mushy armchair, knees to his chin. He looked incredibly young for his age and many would have said he was possibly around the age of sixteen, even if he really was closer to eighteen. He had a mix of dark blond and light brown hair, but his roots were definitely a dark brown. They couldn't be thought of as short, but couldn't at all be considered long. His eyes were of a discrete cerulean tone, and his skin was of a light tone.
His black shoes were on the floor, leaving him floating in extra-large white socks. He was wearing ¾ navy-blue pants, and still, that article of clothing also looked a bit big for him. The only thing he was wearing that didn't look two sizes too big was his black shirt. He was wearing a large brown vest on top of it, and it, like the ¾ pants, had multiple pockets. A dark blue scarf was passed loosely around his neck, and this way, he seemed to have just arrived from a faraway country. The suitcase near the wall proved it. He was also wearing fingerless black gloves that only covered his palms.
The sofa on which he was sitting was battered, torn and stained, but looked extremely comfortable. There were half filled or empty bags of chips, candy and other food. At the moment, he was finishing a piece of liquorice.
He looked at her, his eyes reflecting pure innocence. Mystique opened her mouth and was about to answer, but he spoke first.
"Don't worry about those X-Geeks coming around. I'll be ready for them," he said visibly very confident. "You should sleep a bit. I'll guard."
Mystique smiled to herself. That kid was really something. What she found strange was that when she had first met him, a few months ago, she immediately trusted him implicitly. She had recruited him in spring, not only because she knew all about his powers and knew that he could be extremely useful, but also because she knew that he was fiercely loyal to friends, no matter who or what they did. Of course, she had jumped on the opportunity of enlisting him as a new member of the Brotherhood.
"Fine," she said, walking towards a sofa near the opposite wall. "Just wake me up around three."
"Boff . . . I'll see if you look too tiered," the boy said, smiling as he looked away from Mystique's irritated face.
That was the thing with this boy. He wasn't intimidated by anyone, and was impudent enough to disobey if it was for the person's good. And Mystique knew it. She sighed, giving up as she walked to the sofa.
"Goodnight, Raven," she heard the boy whisper once she had closed her eyes.
She smiled.
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"Okay, we're going after him!" Scott said, marching towards the door, quickly followed by Logan.
"Storm, Jean, get the younger ones," Xavier shouted over the commotion that was brewing in the med lab. "Logan, get Nathan a uniform."
"What?" Nathan asked, now seriously wondering what was going to happen.
"I can trace down mutants thanks to my power," the professor said quickly. "I think if we follow my insinuations, we could find him."
"Who 'him'?" Nate continued, jumping to the floor to follow the professor who was already out in the hallway.
"Magneto, of course," The professor stated. "As you know, I am a very strong psychic. When Jean and I work together, our power is stronger, but when you add in another psychic, the force is very strong and I tried to localize this other psychic, and I couldn't. That was extremely strange, but with the power together, I used it to find Magneto, who was located almost in the exact same place than the psychic. He's in New York and the X- Men are going after him."
"Okay, I didn't clearly understand all this psychic thing, but lets say I did: That other psychic isn't evil, that I'm sure of it," Nathan said.
"No, Nathan, you can't be sure of that," the professor stated. "Magneto is renown for brining together strong mutants and using them at his advantage against humans."
Nathan was going to object again when Logan grabbed his arm, pulling him to the side.
"Put this on," he said, handing the boy a uniform.
~~~
The boy sitting in the sofa jumped out of his seat and walked to the window where Mystique had previously stood. Nothing seemed unusual, but there was something that stopped him from letting down his guards. In the street below, he saw a couple walking hand in hand. Unconsciously, as if it was a habit, he lowered his palm towards the people, and waited a few seconds.
"Not mutants," he whispered, re-placing his hand in his pocket. "Humans."
He heard a sound behind him and turned around just to see Mystique, sleeping, turning in another position, pulling her blanket along.
He looked back out the window, and saw something soaring in the sky at a very low altitude.
"What the hell . . ." he muttered, not believing his eyes.
The large object he had identified as some sort of aircraft landed between some of the smaller warehouses. Mystique had told him about something that resembled that: the X-Jet. And that could only mean one thing.
"They located Magneto," the boy whispered, jumping from the windowsill, running towards the exit.
~~~
Ten minutes later, the team was complete, sitting in the jet, waiting for takeoff. Scott was the pilot, as always, and Ororo the co-pilot. Jean and Jubilee were behind them, followed by Kitty, Max and John, Bobby and Nate and Rogue and Logan in the back.
"I don't like this," Nate said, fidgeting in his seat.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Bobby said, buckling his seatbelt.
"No . . . you don't understand . . . the psychic, there's something about him," Nate whispered as the motors started.
He stayed quiet for the whole trip, recapitulating what the psychic had told him: There was something about him being with them . . . so that would theoretically mean that he knew them. These mutants were close, and in a safe place . . . a safe place for mutants would be some sort of refuge, like Xavier's school . . . maybe this psychic was talking about the school . . . people were coming for this psychic and mutants . . . The rest was too vague to deduct anything: experiments, a lab, assassins, a mother not remembering, a departed father, Alberta . . . This wasn't very clear information.
The time he took to think about all of that was the time Scott used to arrive to New York.
""This is funny," Jean said, looking over Scott's shoulder. "The place the professor is indicating me is very close to the docks."
"Yes, well we are assuming that it is him who burned down half of it, so it isn't so surprising," Scott said. "Storm, some cover please."
They all waited a moment, seeing Ororo concentrate. Fog started to surround the aircraft, when suddenly, it all just disappeared.
"What?" Strom shouted. "Don't tell me it's happening again!"
"Your mutation's not working?" Jean asked.
"No!" Ororo shouted. "What is this?"
"I talked to the professor about this," Jean said. "He didn't know what it was or meant."
"Okay, it's here," Scott interrupted as they all felt the jet start a descent.
They were lucky because Ororo was the only one to have problems with her mutation. All the others worked fine, and so they weren't obliged to pull back.
The place where they were supposed to find Magneto was an old abandoned storehouse. According to Jean, he was alone in it, and so it was the perfect time to attack. Rogue, Nathan, Bobby and Logan were told to go to the back, to prevent him to escape by there. The others split in three teams to each of from the front, and the sides.
The attack was relatively quick, and very effective. Since Magneto was alone, it didn't take too long for the X-Men to control, except for Logan who was best to stay away. Scott had put on a visor made of plastic, and all of them had made sure that they weren't wearing anything in metal. Magneto had used him power and had used some of the metal objects in the storehouse to protect himself and to try to escape, but with no success. He gave up pretty quickly.
At one point, Pyro bashed him on the head with a wooden crate, and he fell to his knees. The X-Men circled him.
"You don't know what you're all doing," he arrived to mumble, still holding his head.
~~~
They all started walking towards the jet, Scott and Iceman supporting Magneto, since he was barely capable of standing on his two feet because of the blow Pyro had given him. The jet was in sight and Scott was already talking about a plastic prison that was awaiting his return, when they all heard a voice conning from the roof of the nearest storehouse.
"Stop," a boy's voice said with authority.
The X-Men couldn't help smiling faintly at the sight of that young boy ordering them all to stop. Magneto looked up, saw the boy and smiled evilly.
"Well, X-Men," he said weakly. "Let me introduce you to one of my new numbers."
"Back off, kid!" Logan shouted.
"I don't think so, pal," the boy said. "Let Magneto go."
"Listen, boy, you're not supposed to be here, so just bug off," Cyclops said.
"Let the big boys do their work," Bobby added, unable to stop himself from looking at the kid on the roof with cocked eyebrows.
"Big boys, hun?" the boy said mockingly. "You just look like a nice gang of pussies to me."
The X-Men ignored him, ready to continue walking, but Magneto wouldn't follow.
"Listen, Magneto," Cyclops said. "You got a *kid* for back-up. Just follow us without protesting."
"Oh, I think you're all underestimating him," Magneto snorted.
At the same moment, the boy jumped to the ground, in front of the X-Men, his hands now in his pockets. Jean sighed and raised her hands with the idea of just pushing him away with her power. Her eyes widened when she noticed that her powers didn't seem to work anymore. Seeing that Jean couldn't do anything about the boy, Bobby and Pyro raised their hands at the same time, ready to do something to push the teenage away. Their powers didn't work either.
"X-Men, I'd like you all to meet Hooligan," Magneto said, visibly pleased. "For those stupid enough not to have figured out what was his power, well it is that he can control the X-Gene. He foils mutations."
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Man, I've been wanting to introduce this character for quite a while . . . What do you think of him? And no, he's not the psychic from Nate's dream.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!!
Well, here is my not-that-long chapter 30.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mystique was looking out of a window, looking out at the street below. She somehow felt that something was about to happen.
She was in what looked like an apartment, in the poor section of New York. It was very close to the docks, and in fact, the warehouses' rooftops could even be seen in the distance.
"What are you worrying about?" a voice said from further in the room.
Mystique turned around, looking at the boy who had spoken to her with a soft, almost caring look on her face.
The boy in question was sitting in a large mushy armchair, knees to his chin. He looked incredibly young for his age and many would have said he was possibly around the age of sixteen, even if he really was closer to eighteen. He had a mix of dark blond and light brown hair, but his roots were definitely a dark brown. They couldn't be thought of as short, but couldn't at all be considered long. His eyes were of a discrete cerulean tone, and his skin was of a light tone.
His black shoes were on the floor, leaving him floating in extra-large white socks. He was wearing ¾ navy-blue pants, and still, that article of clothing also looked a bit big for him. The only thing he was wearing that didn't look two sizes too big was his black shirt. He was wearing a large brown vest on top of it, and it, like the ¾ pants, had multiple pockets. A dark blue scarf was passed loosely around his neck, and this way, he seemed to have just arrived from a faraway country. The suitcase near the wall proved it. He was also wearing fingerless black gloves that only covered his palms.
The sofa on which he was sitting was battered, torn and stained, but looked extremely comfortable. There were half filled or empty bags of chips, candy and other food. At the moment, he was finishing a piece of liquorice.
He looked at her, his eyes reflecting pure innocence. Mystique opened her mouth and was about to answer, but he spoke first.
"Don't worry about those X-Geeks coming around. I'll be ready for them," he said visibly very confident. "You should sleep a bit. I'll guard."
Mystique smiled to herself. That kid was really something. What she found strange was that when she had first met him, a few months ago, she immediately trusted him implicitly. She had recruited him in spring, not only because she knew all about his powers and knew that he could be extremely useful, but also because she knew that he was fiercely loyal to friends, no matter who or what they did. Of course, she had jumped on the opportunity of enlisting him as a new member of the Brotherhood.
"Fine," she said, walking towards a sofa near the opposite wall. "Just wake me up around three."
"Boff . . . I'll see if you look too tiered," the boy said, smiling as he looked away from Mystique's irritated face.
That was the thing with this boy. He wasn't intimidated by anyone, and was impudent enough to disobey if it was for the person's good. And Mystique knew it. She sighed, giving up as she walked to the sofa.
"Goodnight, Raven," she heard the boy whisper once she had closed her eyes.
She smiled.
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"Okay, we're going after him!" Scott said, marching towards the door, quickly followed by Logan.
"Storm, Jean, get the younger ones," Xavier shouted over the commotion that was brewing in the med lab. "Logan, get Nathan a uniform."
"What?" Nathan asked, now seriously wondering what was going to happen.
"I can trace down mutants thanks to my power," the professor said quickly. "I think if we follow my insinuations, we could find him."
"Who 'him'?" Nate continued, jumping to the floor to follow the professor who was already out in the hallway.
"Magneto, of course," The professor stated. "As you know, I am a very strong psychic. When Jean and I work together, our power is stronger, but when you add in another psychic, the force is very strong and I tried to localize this other psychic, and I couldn't. That was extremely strange, but with the power together, I used it to find Magneto, who was located almost in the exact same place than the psychic. He's in New York and the X- Men are going after him."
"Okay, I didn't clearly understand all this psychic thing, but lets say I did: That other psychic isn't evil, that I'm sure of it," Nathan said.
"No, Nathan, you can't be sure of that," the professor stated. "Magneto is renown for brining together strong mutants and using them at his advantage against humans."
Nathan was going to object again when Logan grabbed his arm, pulling him to the side.
"Put this on," he said, handing the boy a uniform.
~~~
The boy sitting in the sofa jumped out of his seat and walked to the window where Mystique had previously stood. Nothing seemed unusual, but there was something that stopped him from letting down his guards. In the street below, he saw a couple walking hand in hand. Unconsciously, as if it was a habit, he lowered his palm towards the people, and waited a few seconds.
"Not mutants," he whispered, re-placing his hand in his pocket. "Humans."
He heard a sound behind him and turned around just to see Mystique, sleeping, turning in another position, pulling her blanket along.
He looked back out the window, and saw something soaring in the sky at a very low altitude.
"What the hell . . ." he muttered, not believing his eyes.
The large object he had identified as some sort of aircraft landed between some of the smaller warehouses. Mystique had told him about something that resembled that: the X-Jet. And that could only mean one thing.
"They located Magneto," the boy whispered, jumping from the windowsill, running towards the exit.
~~~
Ten minutes later, the team was complete, sitting in the jet, waiting for takeoff. Scott was the pilot, as always, and Ororo the co-pilot. Jean and Jubilee were behind them, followed by Kitty, Max and John, Bobby and Nate and Rogue and Logan in the back.
"I don't like this," Nate said, fidgeting in his seat.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Bobby said, buckling his seatbelt.
"No . . . you don't understand . . . the psychic, there's something about him," Nate whispered as the motors started.
He stayed quiet for the whole trip, recapitulating what the psychic had told him: There was something about him being with them . . . so that would theoretically mean that he knew them. These mutants were close, and in a safe place . . . a safe place for mutants would be some sort of refuge, like Xavier's school . . . maybe this psychic was talking about the school . . . people were coming for this psychic and mutants . . . The rest was too vague to deduct anything: experiments, a lab, assassins, a mother not remembering, a departed father, Alberta . . . This wasn't very clear information.
The time he took to think about all of that was the time Scott used to arrive to New York.
""This is funny," Jean said, looking over Scott's shoulder. "The place the professor is indicating me is very close to the docks."
"Yes, well we are assuming that it is him who burned down half of it, so it isn't so surprising," Scott said. "Storm, some cover please."
They all waited a moment, seeing Ororo concentrate. Fog started to surround the aircraft, when suddenly, it all just disappeared.
"What?" Strom shouted. "Don't tell me it's happening again!"
"Your mutation's not working?" Jean asked.
"No!" Ororo shouted. "What is this?"
"I talked to the professor about this," Jean said. "He didn't know what it was or meant."
"Okay, it's here," Scott interrupted as they all felt the jet start a descent.
They were lucky because Ororo was the only one to have problems with her mutation. All the others worked fine, and so they weren't obliged to pull back.
The place where they were supposed to find Magneto was an old abandoned storehouse. According to Jean, he was alone in it, and so it was the perfect time to attack. Rogue, Nathan, Bobby and Logan were told to go to the back, to prevent him to escape by there. The others split in three teams to each of from the front, and the sides.
The attack was relatively quick, and very effective. Since Magneto was alone, it didn't take too long for the X-Men to control, except for Logan who was best to stay away. Scott had put on a visor made of plastic, and all of them had made sure that they weren't wearing anything in metal. Magneto had used him power and had used some of the metal objects in the storehouse to protect himself and to try to escape, but with no success. He gave up pretty quickly.
At one point, Pyro bashed him on the head with a wooden crate, and he fell to his knees. The X-Men circled him.
"You don't know what you're all doing," he arrived to mumble, still holding his head.
~~~
They all started walking towards the jet, Scott and Iceman supporting Magneto, since he was barely capable of standing on his two feet because of the blow Pyro had given him. The jet was in sight and Scott was already talking about a plastic prison that was awaiting his return, when they all heard a voice conning from the roof of the nearest storehouse.
"Stop," a boy's voice said with authority.
The X-Men couldn't help smiling faintly at the sight of that young boy ordering them all to stop. Magneto looked up, saw the boy and smiled evilly.
"Well, X-Men," he said weakly. "Let me introduce you to one of my new numbers."
"Back off, kid!" Logan shouted.
"I don't think so, pal," the boy said. "Let Magneto go."
"Listen, boy, you're not supposed to be here, so just bug off," Cyclops said.
"Let the big boys do their work," Bobby added, unable to stop himself from looking at the kid on the roof with cocked eyebrows.
"Big boys, hun?" the boy said mockingly. "You just look like a nice gang of pussies to me."
The X-Men ignored him, ready to continue walking, but Magneto wouldn't follow.
"Listen, Magneto," Cyclops said. "You got a *kid* for back-up. Just follow us without protesting."
"Oh, I think you're all underestimating him," Magneto snorted.
At the same moment, the boy jumped to the ground, in front of the X-Men, his hands now in his pockets. Jean sighed and raised her hands with the idea of just pushing him away with her power. Her eyes widened when she noticed that her powers didn't seem to work anymore. Seeing that Jean couldn't do anything about the boy, Bobby and Pyro raised their hands at the same time, ready to do something to push the teenage away. Their powers didn't work either.
"X-Men, I'd like you all to meet Hooligan," Magneto said, visibly pleased. "For those stupid enough not to have figured out what was his power, well it is that he can control the X-Gene. He foils mutations."
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Man, I've been wanting to introduce this character for quite a while . . . What do you think of him? And no, he's not the psychic from Nate's dream.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!!