Hey, I went swimming in my pool last week, just to add something on my
'crazy things I did' list. Just for some of you to understand (like you
people living in the south where it's HOT), my pool was at seven degrees.
It's not heated (hahaha).
So here is another little story about almost nothing: Last Friday, the some nun that caught me on fanfiction gave my friend and I a personal course to show us how to use special stuff on the computer in the computer lab, and so here we are, at four thirty, learning stuff about the scanner, the different sound effects and other stuff like that, when she finally finishes, and my friend asks her is we can stay to keep on scanning her pictures we need for a computer test thingy. She said YES. Can you imagine? Me and my friend in a computer lab, alone, pretending to work? Well, again, illegally, I went on my computer account and I went on fanfiction and I checked my reviews (that's how I read yours, Blaze) and I checked my e- mails and chatted (things that are absolutely prohibited) . . . until we heard the door turn. Ha. One of the nuns came in, then we had to explain what we were doing there . . . blablabla. After that, I noticed that the first nun had entered *her* account to show us all the stuff, and that she hadn't disconnected! So I checked everything she had in her folders and I found one, only one hard test that we were supposed to have, but then we realized that she had canceled that one (darn). So that was that. Don't you find that nun is a bit too naïve with me???
And I saw Matrix Reloaded, and it's cool, but some parts are a bit too digitalized, even if the movie is really great (translation: go see it, 'cause I have a Matrix fic probably coming soon).
Special-section-for-thank-yous-for-my-reviewers-that-won't-be-long-this- time:
Blaze (the bone crushing thing has something to do with the rest), Tigereyes (It's cool your friend is reading it too!) and JustandalwaysMo (I know exactly what you mean), THANK YOU.
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"What do you mean he's GONE?" Kitty bellowed as tears started streaming down her face, a look of total desperation on her face.
"Kitty, relax," Rogue said, trying to calm her friend. "Take a deep breath and I'll explain."
"Where did he go? Why did he leave me?" Kitty continued, deep sobs making her stop here and there. "Why, Rogue? Tell me why! Why did he tell YOU and not me? Why didn't he at least say good bye?"
Kitty grabbed a pillow and threw it to the wall. It bounced off and made everything on Jubilee's desk fall to the ground with big crashing sound. She then attempted to take another pillow to throw it, but Rogue stopped her.
"Kitty stop that!" Rogue bellowed, pushing her friend against the dorm room wall.
Kitty obeyed, and she stopped talking or throwing things, letting her tears fall freely on her cheeks. She leaned against the wall, and slid to the floor, holding her knees to her chest as Rogue bent down to sit in front of her.
"He's not gone forever," Rogue whispered. "He's only gone away to take his mind off things. He loves you Kitty, and he's going to come back for you."
Kitty looked up at her friend's face and smiled weakly.
"He could have at least said good bye," she mumbled.
"He couldn't tell it to you in front, because he didn't want you to dry or get worried," Rogue said, trying to reason her.
"But when is he going to come back?" Kitty asked dully.
Rogue looked uneasy for a moment, but she tried to hide it.
"I don't know, he didn't say," she said. "It can't be too long."
And with that, Kitty was satisfied. Each day that passed, she checked if Nate's car wasn't parked in the garage or that he wasn't arriving at the gates. The first week was easy enough for her, the second was a bit more of a challenge, the third was tough, but after that, she began getting more and more impatient and angry after him. She was loosing hope of his return.
~~~~~
Erik Lencherr, more commonly known as Magneto, got up from his chair and walked to a little counter. There, he took some sort of liquor from a bottle and poured some in a tiny glass. He walked back to his table, sitting in front of a rather large glass chessboard. He was playing against himself again, not having anything better to do in this plastic prison he had been locked in more than two months before, after his little fiasco at the docks.
Again, he glared at the guard outside his cell, then moved his queen to another square on the board. He leaned back in his chair, sighed, rubbing his chin with one hand. He took an insignificant sip of his glass then moved the opposite castle to another square, tossing one of the ponds off the board. He grumpily took the piece and placed it on the side of the table.
Suddenly, a humming noise was heard as Magneto saw the plastic suspension bridge getting closer to his cell door. Maybe it would be Charles this time. Beside him, lousy reporters and government people, no one entered his cell. He started guessing if it was the media or another business man trying to make him talk, as the crossing locked itself to the compartment and the door on the other side opened, and his eyes narrowed as two figures started walking on the overpass. The first was evidently Charles, being pushed in his wheelchair by another person, a middle aged, round man dressed in a beige and black uniform, visibly a guard of the prison. Magneto could clearly see that he wasn't wearing anything metallic, since even his gun was of glass.
As always, Xavier looked totally sure of himself, the opposite of the media, who were always very uncertain of themselves, just like the government.
Erik simply watched as the guard walked to the door, made a sign to another guard behind a glass panel on the other side of the bridge, and the door opened. The guard gave one look at Magneto before letting Charles in.
"You have thirty minutes," the chubby guard said, walking to the bridge after having closed the door.
Charles turned to Magneto, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Hello, Erik," said he, in a calm voice.
Magneto nodded, but didn't move or speak just yet, simply motioning Charles to sit on the opposite side of the table, to play chess.
"You must know why I'm here," Charles said, replacing some of the chess pieces. "And so I'll go directly to the point."
Magneto smiled.
"What were you doing at the docks?" the professor asked calmly.
Erik stayed silent, moving his first piece.
"Why don't you just take the information from my mind?" he asked.
"You know I don't like doing that, but if I'm forced too, I will," the professor continued, in the same calm way, moving his piece.
Erik moved another of his pieces, and took another little sip from his glass before answering.
"I was waiting, if you must know," he said. "Waiting for visitors."
"And who were those visitor?" the professor asked, getting just a little impatient.
"That's not that important, since they aren't exactly even on my side," Magneto said. "But they're not exactly on yours, either. They were the ones who blew up the docks not too long ago."
"So it wasn't you?" Charles asked.
Magneto shook his head slowly, as he would to a little child.
"And why did they do that?" the professor asked. "What good did it do?"
"I'm not sure," Erik said. "They don't tell me a lot about their plans . . . but I think it was to scare someone."
"Us?" the professor continued.
"I don't know," Magneto sighed. "But they're not going to harm you and your X-Men unless you get in their way."
The professor growled.
"And who was that boy at the docks?" he asked, changing the subject a little bit.
"Hooligan?" Magneto asked. "He is quite a number, don't you think? . . . Mystique found him not too long ago, in France. We sent him a ticket and he came over."
The professor didn't say anything, waiting to hear more.
"He's very, very faithful," Magneto continued, proud of his new recruit. "And his power is very useful against you and your X-Men. We certainly don't want him to fall in the wrong hands."
"What is his power, exactly?" the professor said, continuing to ask his questions.
"He controls the X-Gene, and so can 'turn it off', so a mutant can't use his powers for the time he wishes," Erik said. "I'm not sure, but I also think he can 'steal' some powers . . . you're the one to figure out why his name is Hooligan."
The professor sighed, leaning into his wheelchair.
"Well, there's one last thing I need to ask you," he said, ever so calmly. "What did you say to Nathan?"
"Why do you ask?" Magneto replied quickly.
"Because he left yesterday, and I don't want any harm to arrive to him," the professor said.
"I only told him he wasn't part of your family and wasn't part of his own," Magneto said quizzically.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" the professor grumbled.
"You'll figure it our soon enough . . . old friend," Magneto said. "Our time is up."
And with that, the chubby guard appeared on the other side of the door, and walked to the professor. Charles gave Erik a little nod, before being pushed slowly through the crossing. Magneto smiled as the mobile bridge started moving, and the door on the other wall closed behind the guard and his visitor. With a grunt, he drank the rest of the content of his little glass in one gulp.
"That boy still has a couple of unreliable surprises for you, Charles," he whispered, a smile growing wider on his face.
~~~~~
Jean, holding a folder in one hand, walked down the hall to Nathan's room, but found it empty. Doubt creeping over her, she walked to his dorm, but John and Bobby both confirmed that he hadn't slept here since they caught Magneto.
Jean looked for Nate all over the school, to finally stop and ask Kitty, who was in the common room, if she knew where he was.
"Oh, he left," she simply said. "He'll be back . . . but I don't exactly know when."
"He just couldn't have chosen a better moment to leave," Jean muttered, opening the folder to look at the X-Rays she had taken.
"What's that?" Jubilee asked, turning her head from the television.
"X-Rays," Jean simply replied. "Nathan's got something that looks like a fractured shoulder blade, and now he's gone. That's just great."
"He's got a healing power, no?" said a gruff voice coming from one of the sofas.
"Well, yes Logan, but it's not at all strong like yours yet," Jean said, turning towards the Wolverine, who was sitting in a large armchair, sipping a beer.
"Didn't you say you were going to go back to Alberta?" Jean asked, looking at him.
Logan turned towards her, a fake look of surprise on his face.
"What, Jean?" he exclaimed. "You *want* me to go?"
Jean smiled, shaking her head before walking out of the room, just to go back to the med lab. There, she took the X-Rays and pinned them on a board, to see them clearly. She put on her glasses and frowned, noticing some irregular fractures on his shoulder blades.
She heard the med lab door slide open, and Ororo's voice being heard.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Checking Nathan's X-Rays," Jean answered, feeling her friend approach to take a look. "Look at this," she said, pointing at his shoulder blades.
Lucky he fell on his shoulders, because if he hadn't, he would have broken his neck," she explained. "But now, the bones in his shoulders are cracking in a very uneven pattern. I don't understand it. And his healing power isn't helping it get better."
"Wait till he comes back to continue your researches," Storm suggested.
"Yeah, you must be right."
And with that, Jean took the X-Rays and placed them back in the folder, before placing it back on a shelf.
"I'll wait till he gets back," she said, before walking out with Ororo.
~~~~~
One month later . . .
Scott walked down the hallway, nodding at a few students passing by. He was just on his way to the professor's office. Charles had called him with his power, because he needed the 'older' X-Men in his office right away. He was probably going to send them on a new mission to recruit another mutant, probably.
He opened the door and saluted the professor before standing behind the chair in which Jean was sitting.
"I don't know if you've noticed lately, but there are some odd things happening in Russia these days," the professor said. "These activities are not related to mutants, but strong legislative people have been said to be related to these actions. See here."
The professor turned on the television, and all turned to see what the news reporter was talking about. It was a man in his late twenties, wearing winter clothes in what obviously was a very cold place. 'Moscow, Russia' was written in a corner of the screen.
"The Russian forces have become aware of a terrorist group stealing jets across the country, and bombarding secret bases the governor, Ivan Carloversky had failed to talk about to the military forces. These bases are said to be the headquarters of traders working in the country. The rumors are that Carloversky is the one behind it all. On the other side, Muscovites are starting to rebel against their dictator as seven thousand citizens have died of cold in the capital, these past months, due to the extreme price of the heating, obligated by Carloversky. The government is talking about taking away his power, while still trying to identify those mystery thieves stealing jets and bombs across the country. If these thieves are terrorist, the chances are that they could destroy five major cities in matter of days. Let us pray that they do not have hostile intentions, as the sates may as well be in danger. Philip Moregner, Moscow."
The professor shut the television and there was a moment of silence in the room.
They couldn't do anything about the political conflicts going on at that moment, but they still kept a lookout, just in case those people stealing jets and bombs were truly terrorists. If they were, they were ready to protect the U.S. But these people weren't terrorists. In fact, a great part of those actions were taking place under Nate's supervision. Yes, elite rebel troups were being led by a teenage boy and a group of revolutionary communists.
When all of that was finished, Nathan finally decided to go back home . . . with five millions in his pocket.
And so that is when Nathan came back, two months later.
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In the upcoming chapter, I explain what Nate did in Russia, and I know it's a bit hard to believe that Nate was 'leading' them, but I'll explain everything, don't worry.
Ah, and more trouble is on the way, for those who want to know!
;)
So here is another little story about almost nothing: Last Friday, the some nun that caught me on fanfiction gave my friend and I a personal course to show us how to use special stuff on the computer in the computer lab, and so here we are, at four thirty, learning stuff about the scanner, the different sound effects and other stuff like that, when she finally finishes, and my friend asks her is we can stay to keep on scanning her pictures we need for a computer test thingy. She said YES. Can you imagine? Me and my friend in a computer lab, alone, pretending to work? Well, again, illegally, I went on my computer account and I went on fanfiction and I checked my reviews (that's how I read yours, Blaze) and I checked my e- mails and chatted (things that are absolutely prohibited) . . . until we heard the door turn. Ha. One of the nuns came in, then we had to explain what we were doing there . . . blablabla. After that, I noticed that the first nun had entered *her* account to show us all the stuff, and that she hadn't disconnected! So I checked everything she had in her folders and I found one, only one hard test that we were supposed to have, but then we realized that she had canceled that one (darn). So that was that. Don't you find that nun is a bit too naïve with me???
And I saw Matrix Reloaded, and it's cool, but some parts are a bit too digitalized, even if the movie is really great (translation: go see it, 'cause I have a Matrix fic probably coming soon).
Special-section-for-thank-yous-for-my-reviewers-that-won't-be-long-this- time:
Blaze (the bone crushing thing has something to do with the rest), Tigereyes (It's cool your friend is reading it too!) and JustandalwaysMo (I know exactly what you mean), THANK YOU.
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"What do you mean he's GONE?" Kitty bellowed as tears started streaming down her face, a look of total desperation on her face.
"Kitty, relax," Rogue said, trying to calm her friend. "Take a deep breath and I'll explain."
"Where did he go? Why did he leave me?" Kitty continued, deep sobs making her stop here and there. "Why, Rogue? Tell me why! Why did he tell YOU and not me? Why didn't he at least say good bye?"
Kitty grabbed a pillow and threw it to the wall. It bounced off and made everything on Jubilee's desk fall to the ground with big crashing sound. She then attempted to take another pillow to throw it, but Rogue stopped her.
"Kitty stop that!" Rogue bellowed, pushing her friend against the dorm room wall.
Kitty obeyed, and she stopped talking or throwing things, letting her tears fall freely on her cheeks. She leaned against the wall, and slid to the floor, holding her knees to her chest as Rogue bent down to sit in front of her.
"He's not gone forever," Rogue whispered. "He's only gone away to take his mind off things. He loves you Kitty, and he's going to come back for you."
Kitty looked up at her friend's face and smiled weakly.
"He could have at least said good bye," she mumbled.
"He couldn't tell it to you in front, because he didn't want you to dry or get worried," Rogue said, trying to reason her.
"But when is he going to come back?" Kitty asked dully.
Rogue looked uneasy for a moment, but she tried to hide it.
"I don't know, he didn't say," she said. "It can't be too long."
And with that, Kitty was satisfied. Each day that passed, she checked if Nate's car wasn't parked in the garage or that he wasn't arriving at the gates. The first week was easy enough for her, the second was a bit more of a challenge, the third was tough, but after that, she began getting more and more impatient and angry after him. She was loosing hope of his return.
~~~~~
Erik Lencherr, more commonly known as Magneto, got up from his chair and walked to a little counter. There, he took some sort of liquor from a bottle and poured some in a tiny glass. He walked back to his table, sitting in front of a rather large glass chessboard. He was playing against himself again, not having anything better to do in this plastic prison he had been locked in more than two months before, after his little fiasco at the docks.
Again, he glared at the guard outside his cell, then moved his queen to another square on the board. He leaned back in his chair, sighed, rubbing his chin with one hand. He took an insignificant sip of his glass then moved the opposite castle to another square, tossing one of the ponds off the board. He grumpily took the piece and placed it on the side of the table.
Suddenly, a humming noise was heard as Magneto saw the plastic suspension bridge getting closer to his cell door. Maybe it would be Charles this time. Beside him, lousy reporters and government people, no one entered his cell. He started guessing if it was the media or another business man trying to make him talk, as the crossing locked itself to the compartment and the door on the other side opened, and his eyes narrowed as two figures started walking on the overpass. The first was evidently Charles, being pushed in his wheelchair by another person, a middle aged, round man dressed in a beige and black uniform, visibly a guard of the prison. Magneto could clearly see that he wasn't wearing anything metallic, since even his gun was of glass.
As always, Xavier looked totally sure of himself, the opposite of the media, who were always very uncertain of themselves, just like the government.
Erik simply watched as the guard walked to the door, made a sign to another guard behind a glass panel on the other side of the bridge, and the door opened. The guard gave one look at Magneto before letting Charles in.
"You have thirty minutes," the chubby guard said, walking to the bridge after having closed the door.
Charles turned to Magneto, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Hello, Erik," said he, in a calm voice.
Magneto nodded, but didn't move or speak just yet, simply motioning Charles to sit on the opposite side of the table, to play chess.
"You must know why I'm here," Charles said, replacing some of the chess pieces. "And so I'll go directly to the point."
Magneto smiled.
"What were you doing at the docks?" the professor asked calmly.
Erik stayed silent, moving his first piece.
"Why don't you just take the information from my mind?" he asked.
"You know I don't like doing that, but if I'm forced too, I will," the professor continued, in the same calm way, moving his piece.
Erik moved another of his pieces, and took another little sip from his glass before answering.
"I was waiting, if you must know," he said. "Waiting for visitors."
"And who were those visitor?" the professor asked, getting just a little impatient.
"That's not that important, since they aren't exactly even on my side," Magneto said. "But they're not exactly on yours, either. They were the ones who blew up the docks not too long ago."
"So it wasn't you?" Charles asked.
Magneto shook his head slowly, as he would to a little child.
"And why did they do that?" the professor asked. "What good did it do?"
"I'm not sure," Erik said. "They don't tell me a lot about their plans . . . but I think it was to scare someone."
"Us?" the professor continued.
"I don't know," Magneto sighed. "But they're not going to harm you and your X-Men unless you get in their way."
The professor growled.
"And who was that boy at the docks?" he asked, changing the subject a little bit.
"Hooligan?" Magneto asked. "He is quite a number, don't you think? . . . Mystique found him not too long ago, in France. We sent him a ticket and he came over."
The professor didn't say anything, waiting to hear more.
"He's very, very faithful," Magneto continued, proud of his new recruit. "And his power is very useful against you and your X-Men. We certainly don't want him to fall in the wrong hands."
"What is his power, exactly?" the professor said, continuing to ask his questions.
"He controls the X-Gene, and so can 'turn it off', so a mutant can't use his powers for the time he wishes," Erik said. "I'm not sure, but I also think he can 'steal' some powers . . . you're the one to figure out why his name is Hooligan."
The professor sighed, leaning into his wheelchair.
"Well, there's one last thing I need to ask you," he said, ever so calmly. "What did you say to Nathan?"
"Why do you ask?" Magneto replied quickly.
"Because he left yesterday, and I don't want any harm to arrive to him," the professor said.
"I only told him he wasn't part of your family and wasn't part of his own," Magneto said quizzically.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" the professor grumbled.
"You'll figure it our soon enough . . . old friend," Magneto said. "Our time is up."
And with that, the chubby guard appeared on the other side of the door, and walked to the professor. Charles gave Erik a little nod, before being pushed slowly through the crossing. Magneto smiled as the mobile bridge started moving, and the door on the other wall closed behind the guard and his visitor. With a grunt, he drank the rest of the content of his little glass in one gulp.
"That boy still has a couple of unreliable surprises for you, Charles," he whispered, a smile growing wider on his face.
~~~~~
Jean, holding a folder in one hand, walked down the hall to Nathan's room, but found it empty. Doubt creeping over her, she walked to his dorm, but John and Bobby both confirmed that he hadn't slept here since they caught Magneto.
Jean looked for Nate all over the school, to finally stop and ask Kitty, who was in the common room, if she knew where he was.
"Oh, he left," she simply said. "He'll be back . . . but I don't exactly know when."
"He just couldn't have chosen a better moment to leave," Jean muttered, opening the folder to look at the X-Rays she had taken.
"What's that?" Jubilee asked, turning her head from the television.
"X-Rays," Jean simply replied. "Nathan's got something that looks like a fractured shoulder blade, and now he's gone. That's just great."
"He's got a healing power, no?" said a gruff voice coming from one of the sofas.
"Well, yes Logan, but it's not at all strong like yours yet," Jean said, turning towards the Wolverine, who was sitting in a large armchair, sipping a beer.
"Didn't you say you were going to go back to Alberta?" Jean asked, looking at him.
Logan turned towards her, a fake look of surprise on his face.
"What, Jean?" he exclaimed. "You *want* me to go?"
Jean smiled, shaking her head before walking out of the room, just to go back to the med lab. There, she took the X-Rays and pinned them on a board, to see them clearly. She put on her glasses and frowned, noticing some irregular fractures on his shoulder blades.
She heard the med lab door slide open, and Ororo's voice being heard.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Checking Nathan's X-Rays," Jean answered, feeling her friend approach to take a look. "Look at this," she said, pointing at his shoulder blades.
Lucky he fell on his shoulders, because if he hadn't, he would have broken his neck," she explained. "But now, the bones in his shoulders are cracking in a very uneven pattern. I don't understand it. And his healing power isn't helping it get better."
"Wait till he comes back to continue your researches," Storm suggested.
"Yeah, you must be right."
And with that, Jean took the X-Rays and placed them back in the folder, before placing it back on a shelf.
"I'll wait till he gets back," she said, before walking out with Ororo.
~~~~~
One month later . . .
Scott walked down the hallway, nodding at a few students passing by. He was just on his way to the professor's office. Charles had called him with his power, because he needed the 'older' X-Men in his office right away. He was probably going to send them on a new mission to recruit another mutant, probably.
He opened the door and saluted the professor before standing behind the chair in which Jean was sitting.
"I don't know if you've noticed lately, but there are some odd things happening in Russia these days," the professor said. "These activities are not related to mutants, but strong legislative people have been said to be related to these actions. See here."
The professor turned on the television, and all turned to see what the news reporter was talking about. It was a man in his late twenties, wearing winter clothes in what obviously was a very cold place. 'Moscow, Russia' was written in a corner of the screen.
"The Russian forces have become aware of a terrorist group stealing jets across the country, and bombarding secret bases the governor, Ivan Carloversky had failed to talk about to the military forces. These bases are said to be the headquarters of traders working in the country. The rumors are that Carloversky is the one behind it all. On the other side, Muscovites are starting to rebel against their dictator as seven thousand citizens have died of cold in the capital, these past months, due to the extreme price of the heating, obligated by Carloversky. The government is talking about taking away his power, while still trying to identify those mystery thieves stealing jets and bombs across the country. If these thieves are terrorist, the chances are that they could destroy five major cities in matter of days. Let us pray that they do not have hostile intentions, as the sates may as well be in danger. Philip Moregner, Moscow."
The professor shut the television and there was a moment of silence in the room.
They couldn't do anything about the political conflicts going on at that moment, but they still kept a lookout, just in case those people stealing jets and bombs were truly terrorists. If they were, they were ready to protect the U.S. But these people weren't terrorists. In fact, a great part of those actions were taking place under Nate's supervision. Yes, elite rebel troups were being led by a teenage boy and a group of revolutionary communists.
When all of that was finished, Nathan finally decided to go back home . . . with five millions in his pocket.
And so that is when Nathan came back, two months later.
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In the upcoming chapter, I explain what Nate did in Russia, and I know it's a bit hard to believe that Nate was 'leading' them, but I'll explain everything, don't worry.
Ah, and more trouble is on the way, for those who want to know!
;)