*****Before you indulge yourself, I'd like to make it clear that the X-Men
characters/actions are owned not by me, but by the good people at Marvel
Comics. Thanks!*****
-----NOTE: Telepathic messages will be in , rather than "quotation marks". Also, words that are meant to be italicized/emphasized are in *these* since I don't know how to italicize things on the web page. Simple enough, right? (If YOU know how to italicize things, PLEASE tell me because the * * thing bothers me!)-----
Chapter 1: Broken Pride, Broken Watch
The bullets sliced through the air. Tiny machines were floating through the air and firing small, nearly microscopic lasers and bullets. Three people were evading and dodging the arsenal, but the others had no need to. One girl just allowed the shots to pass right through her, and she remained safe and unharmed. Another teenage girl simply stopped the bullets with a clear mind and a wave of her hand; the lasers were blocked by a telekinetic field. As for the other three, the work was tougher. At least two of them weren't unarmed. At blast from behind his visor took care of several of the threatening machines for one man. A teen boy countered the blasts with sharp, bony spikes that protruded from out his body. As for the last teen boy, whenever he felt that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, he simply vanished and relocated.
Their goal was to all get to a platform located about two miles from their origin. It was easy for vanishing boy; he just *bamfed* to wherever he needed to be! He did, however, have to try and help his comrades on the way but he didn't mind. Nothing was too hard for the Incredible Nightcrawler--Kurt Wagner. The passer-througher's name was Shadowcat, but normally, people just called her Kitty. The man with the bursting eyes was known as Scott Summers, but on the battlefield, Cyclops was his name. Jean Grey possessed the telekinesis and a hint of telepathy as well. Mr. Spike's name was a tad obvious of his ability, but Spyke was Evan Daniels' code name and he liked it just the same.
Everyone but Spyke had made it to the platform. He was having a bit of trouble aiming at the machines. Jean tried to help him, but once she was on the platform, her powers ceased. Spyke was putting up a rather good fight, but *zap*--he was hit. Immediately, the simulator turned off.
"Spyke, what will you do if you're caught in real cross-fire?" said Professor Charles Xavier, seemingly annoyed. You didn't want to ever get scolded by Charles Xavier. He was normally a kind-hearted, understanding person, but we all get annoyed sometimes.
"I'm sorry, prof," said Spyke, while he hung his head low. He looked at the others. "I'm sorry to you too."
"Ah, no biggie," Nightcrawler reassured. "We'll get it next time!"
"Not today," dismissed the professor. "Evan, and the rest of you, I want you all to hone your skills.
"The rest of us?" asked Cyclops. "But, professor, we made it to the plat--"
"Yes, you did, but your goal it go get all of you there. You need to help each other. If you don't, you will fail. Now go to bed, it's late. We'll continue tomorrow."
The five walked out of the Danger Room and each departed to their dormitories. They all felt kind of guilty that the professor was angry, but they'd have the next day to impress him. Everyone had had a long day and fell asleep within ten minutes--everyone except Evan. He felt that he was responsible for the group's failure. The professor had told him to hone his skills, and hone them he shall.
He stayed up much of the night, working at a punching bad that hung from his dormitory's ceiling. After that got boring, he went outside to have a calm, relaxing skateboard ride. As he was skating, his rage clouded his mind. He missed seeing a fairly large rock that laid in his path. He fell, and foolishly forgetting to wear his helmet, he slapped his head off the pavement.
A few moments later, Evan woke up, cringing from pain. The last hour or so was blurry to him. He looked at his watch.
"Twelve o'clock?" he asked himself. "Is that right? Whoa, I've been out for a long time. He left the Institute at around eleven thirty. If his math was correct, he'd been unconscious for a half hour.
He got up, painfully, and staggered back the Main Door, but it took less than a minute, since he was eager to get back. As he entered, he notice the clock on the wall. It read twelve thirty on the button. He looked at his watch which still said twelve o'clock.
"Aw, man ." said Evan, sounding rather bummed, "this watch cost me a hundred dollars! Dammit! It's broken too!" The watch was stopped at twelve o'clock, a half-hour before he had woken up. And not only had it stopped, but the dial on the side was ripped out.
*****Well there ya go. Your criticism is much appreciated, please. And to set the records straight, Spyke is not my main character. Gotcha!..hopefully. This is only the first chapter so get ready for more to come!*****
-----NOTE: Telepathic messages will be in , rather than "quotation marks". Also, words that are meant to be italicized/emphasized are in *these* since I don't know how to italicize things on the web page. Simple enough, right? (If YOU know how to italicize things, PLEASE tell me because the * * thing bothers me!)-----
Chapter 1: Broken Pride, Broken Watch
The bullets sliced through the air. Tiny machines were floating through the air and firing small, nearly microscopic lasers and bullets. Three people were evading and dodging the arsenal, but the others had no need to. One girl just allowed the shots to pass right through her, and she remained safe and unharmed. Another teenage girl simply stopped the bullets with a clear mind and a wave of her hand; the lasers were blocked by a telekinetic field. As for the other three, the work was tougher. At least two of them weren't unarmed. At blast from behind his visor took care of several of the threatening machines for one man. A teen boy countered the blasts with sharp, bony spikes that protruded from out his body. As for the last teen boy, whenever he felt that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, he simply vanished and relocated.
Their goal was to all get to a platform located about two miles from their origin. It was easy for vanishing boy; he just *bamfed* to wherever he needed to be! He did, however, have to try and help his comrades on the way but he didn't mind. Nothing was too hard for the Incredible Nightcrawler--Kurt Wagner. The passer-througher's name was Shadowcat, but normally, people just called her Kitty. The man with the bursting eyes was known as Scott Summers, but on the battlefield, Cyclops was his name. Jean Grey possessed the telekinesis and a hint of telepathy as well. Mr. Spike's name was a tad obvious of his ability, but Spyke was Evan Daniels' code name and he liked it just the same.
Everyone but Spyke had made it to the platform. He was having a bit of trouble aiming at the machines. Jean tried to help him, but once she was on the platform, her powers ceased. Spyke was putting up a rather good fight, but *zap*--he was hit. Immediately, the simulator turned off.
"Spyke, what will you do if you're caught in real cross-fire?" said Professor Charles Xavier, seemingly annoyed. You didn't want to ever get scolded by Charles Xavier. He was normally a kind-hearted, understanding person, but we all get annoyed sometimes.
"I'm sorry, prof," said Spyke, while he hung his head low. He looked at the others. "I'm sorry to you too."
"Ah, no biggie," Nightcrawler reassured. "We'll get it next time!"
"Not today," dismissed the professor. "Evan, and the rest of you, I want you all to hone your skills.
"The rest of us?" asked Cyclops. "But, professor, we made it to the plat--"
"Yes, you did, but your goal it go get all of you there. You need to help each other. If you don't, you will fail. Now go to bed, it's late. We'll continue tomorrow."
The five walked out of the Danger Room and each departed to their dormitories. They all felt kind of guilty that the professor was angry, but they'd have the next day to impress him. Everyone had had a long day and fell asleep within ten minutes--everyone except Evan. He felt that he was responsible for the group's failure. The professor had told him to hone his skills, and hone them he shall.
He stayed up much of the night, working at a punching bad that hung from his dormitory's ceiling. After that got boring, he went outside to have a calm, relaxing skateboard ride. As he was skating, his rage clouded his mind. He missed seeing a fairly large rock that laid in his path. He fell, and foolishly forgetting to wear his helmet, he slapped his head off the pavement.
A few moments later, Evan woke up, cringing from pain. The last hour or so was blurry to him. He looked at his watch.
"Twelve o'clock?" he asked himself. "Is that right? Whoa, I've been out for a long time. He left the Institute at around eleven thirty. If his math was correct, he'd been unconscious for a half hour.
He got up, painfully, and staggered back the Main Door, but it took less than a minute, since he was eager to get back. As he entered, he notice the clock on the wall. It read twelve thirty on the button. He looked at his watch which still said twelve o'clock.
"Aw, man ." said Evan, sounding rather bummed, "this watch cost me a hundred dollars! Dammit! It's broken too!" The watch was stopped at twelve o'clock, a half-hour before he had woken up. And not only had it stopped, but the dial on the side was ripped out.
*****Well there ya go. Your criticism is much appreciated, please. And to set the records straight, Spyke is not my main character. Gotcha!..hopefully. This is only the first chapter so get ready for more to come!*****
