Chapter 5: Red Rupture
Before anyone had realized that time had gone by, the day of the arrivals had come. Everyone gathered at the main doors anxiously. At precisely 10:00 a.m., they arrived military-style at the door; all prim and proper, looking disgustingly sophisticated. They stood like statues at the door, none of them smiling, just looking around.
"Erm--at ease. Please, come in. Why don't you introduce yourselves?" the professor said, addressing the whole group. "I'll start." He looked at the new people and squinted his eyes a little.
They all looked confused for a second until Jean said, "He's telepathic. He can--"
"Read people's minds," finished one of the recruitments. She looked the most sophisticated of all, with oval glasses (of which the rim was almost invisible), and her hair, which was a deep sea-blue, tied tightly at the back. This image triggered a memory in Alek's mind, but he wasn't in the mood for old memories, so he simply ignored it.
"Right," said the professor, "let's start with all of our names, and powers, so there aren't any surprises."
"OK, I'm Scott Summers, a.k.a. Cyclops. My eyes shoot a powerful current of energy, only controllable by ruby-quartz, hence the shades."
"Hi! I'm Kitty Pryde, or Shadowcat. I phase through solid objects-- *any* solid objects."
"Logan or Wolverine. I have rapid regenerative powers." Then the distinct sound of metal claws ripping through skin rang throughout the atrium of the Institute. "Oh, and these babies." The new recruits stared or a second with their eyes wide, but the names kept coming.
"My name is Ororo or Storm. I have the ability to control and manipulate the weather. I'm out there all the time, *rain or shine*."
"Hallo! That's German for "hello". I know they sound the same, but the German way has an A in it, and--"
"Kurt, thank you. Perhaps the German lesson later, hmm?" joked the professor.
"Right, sorry. My name is Kurt Wagner, but Nightcrawler probably suits me better. See? Wagner starts with a W, but I said it as a V because I'm Ger--"
"Kurt ."
"Oh, sorry again, professor." He then addressed the newcomers again. "I am a,"--*bamf*, he appeared on a chandelier--"teleporter!"
"Name's Alek. I can compress air and force it into a certain," he shot a competitive and sceptical look at one of the new males who was built and dressed almost exactly like him, "direction."
"I'm Jean Grey. I'm telekinetic, and I'm also a bit telepathic too."
Finally, it was the recruits' turns to talk. The female of the three spoke first.
"My name is Allure. This is Wyatt, and Jeremy."
". and your powers are?" asked Scott.
"We are not authorized to tell you, Scott," answered Allure. "No matter--we will be training separately from you anyway."
"Separately?" spoke Wyatt, who was clearly going for the messy look with his hair almost neck-long and very untamed. "But I thought we came here to train as X-Men. The X-Men are a --"
"Team, yes," finished Allure, "but we have to get our bearings before we can feel comfortable."
"Uh, yes, very well then. If you fell more comfortable that way."
"Actually --" started Jeremy.
"Yes, thank you, professor. That will be fine," finished Allure.
After their introduction, the resident students took the liberty to show the newcomers around. The were separated into little tour groups-- Allure was with Scott and Jean, Jeremy was with Kurt, Alek and Kitty and Wyatt was with Logan, Ororo and the professor. They were shown their rooms and everything they needed to know about the Institute.
The other trainees--Iceman, Jubilee, Magma, Cannonball, Pyro, Wolfsbane, Multiple, Berserker and Sunspot--were all invited to meet the new recruits. Since they don't stay or sleep at the Institute, this was a good chance to get acquainted.
Everyone seemed to find new friends in Wyatt, Jeremy and Allure. Well, that is to say everyone except Alek who seemed to dislike Jeremy already; the feeling was mutual.
That night, a big feast was held to welcome the neophytes to their new home. Conversation inevitably broke out while they were eating.
"So," said Kurt with his mouth full, "how do you like the place?"
"It's really nice here. Probably a bit too nice for me. If I get up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, I'll get lost," joked Jeremy.
"Too bad," said Alek blatantly sarcastically.
"Ah, if you're ever lost, just call my name. I'll get you to where you need to go in a jiffy," said Kurt with a smile. Meanwhile, Wyatt and Kitty were having a discussion.
"Yeah, I am what I like to call a passer-througher. It took me a while to get the hang of it. I've learned to concentrate now, so I can do it more easily."
"But how do you do it? I mean, I know I can't," asked Wyatt, genuinely interested.
"My atoms are corporally intangible. That means my atoms pass --"
"Through the spaces of the atoms of which you're going through, right? It's rather obvious," said Allure, unimpressed.
"Yes, well, some other things are rather obvious too: let's see, colours, smell, bitchiness ." snapped Kitty.
Allure looked at Kitty and smirked. "You say it like it's a bad thing. Another bad thing I can think of is being one of those know-it-all, annoying, always-like-to-hear-yourself-speak, insecure kind of people, wouldn't you agree?"
"Well among all of those things, you pretty much described yourself, Allure, although you don't look the least bit insecure. If I am what you just said, perhaps we have a few things in common," said Kitty, imitating Allure's sarcastic smirk.
"Perhaps we do," smiled Allure, only this time her smile looked more welcoming, rather than deadly. Wyatt sort of backed out of the conversation and turned to his last resort which was the person sitting on the other side of him--Logan.
"So, uh--"
"Look, kid. I don't talk when I'm eating, all right? Kitty and that new girl are talking. Why don't you join them?" said Logan without once looking at Wyatt. Allure and Kitty were now deeply engaged in a conversation about the ancient Greek philosophy of Thales, so Wyatt began talking to himself. He wasn't answering himself, but he was definitely talking with no intent for anyone else to hear him. Finally, someone noticed.
"Uh, Wyatt?" called Scott from the other end of the table. "You know, I'm sure we all do it from time to time, but there are living, breathing people here for you to talk to."
"What? Oh, I am talking to something living and breathing. This here's Bob," he said pointing at a housefly that had landed on his fork. "Bob's been goin' through rough times. You shouldn't be so merciless when swatting at flies, you know."
"Uh huh ." said Scott raising his eyebrows. "So you're talking to a fly. OK then, well, enjoy yourself then!"
"Oh! I haven't told anyone yet! I can talk to animals. That's my power. I couldn't tell you before because Allure --"
"*Is sitting right beside you!*" Allure said irritably from beside Kitty. "Wyatt, our powers are not to be disclosed! Don't you ever listen to procedure?"
"Ah, shut up, Allure. Your procedures aren't my procedures," smirked Wyatt, leaving Allure rather annoyed, but sarcastically satiated.
Since Wyatt had already broken his "rules", he felt free to talk about himself to others. After Allure got upset at him, Kitty became available for conversation.
"So, like, where you from?" said Kitty, stuffing her mouth with mashed potato.
"I'm from the great state of Texas--Yee-Haw!" he answered clownishly, making Kitty giggle. "I lived with my dad on a ranch down there. It's where I discovered my power actually. I mean, I always used to talk to the animals down there 'cause I had no one else to talk, but one day they answered."
"Well at least you discovered yours in a peaceful way. I feel through my bedroom floor and onto my concrete basement. Ouch ." Wyatt seemed to find Kitty's story amusing.
Desert was served last and everyone was delighted to see a big fluffy cake--especially Kurt. Everyone readied their forks to dig into the deliciousness, but suddenly, the cake vanished after everyone heard a German voice yell, "Mein!"
Kurt managed to teleport into his room with the whole cake for himself. Everyone laughed at Kurt's characteristic goofiness. Scott went to retrieve the cake from Kurt's room because everyone else seemed to lazy to do so. On his out of his chair, he clumsily tripped and fell, flooring him and knocking his glasses off. Evidently, he hadn't realized that he was short of a pair of shades because be turned to everyone and cheerfully waved, "I'm OK!"
Instantly, everyone was blinded by a surge of red. The crowd ducked and the blast missed them--everyone except for Allure and Kitty who were directly in the line of fire. By instinct, Kitty grabbed Allure's arm and pulled her through the wall, avoiding the blast Scott shut his eyes as fast as he could, but substantial damage was already done to the Institute. Everyone screamed, but no one was hurt, although the sky could now be clearly seen from the dinning room ceiling.
After about a minute, Kitty and Allure returned through the dinning room doors, shaken. Scott frantically searched for his glasses with one hard while shielding his eyes with the other. Everyone scrambled over to help him, but even for the people with perfect vision, his glasses were nowhere to be seen.
*****I am SO sorry that this took so freaking long. I had to get some help from my friends, so yeah... please don't be mad! Hopefully you like this chapter and I've already started chapter 6!*****
Before anyone had realized that time had gone by, the day of the arrivals had come. Everyone gathered at the main doors anxiously. At precisely 10:00 a.m., they arrived military-style at the door; all prim and proper, looking disgustingly sophisticated. They stood like statues at the door, none of them smiling, just looking around.
"Erm--at ease. Please, come in. Why don't you introduce yourselves?" the professor said, addressing the whole group. "I'll start." He looked at the new people and squinted his eyes a little.
They all looked confused for a second until Jean said, "He's telepathic. He can--"
"Read people's minds," finished one of the recruitments. She looked the most sophisticated of all, with oval glasses (of which the rim was almost invisible), and her hair, which was a deep sea-blue, tied tightly at the back. This image triggered a memory in Alek's mind, but he wasn't in the mood for old memories, so he simply ignored it.
"Right," said the professor, "let's start with all of our names, and powers, so there aren't any surprises."
"OK, I'm Scott Summers, a.k.a. Cyclops. My eyes shoot a powerful current of energy, only controllable by ruby-quartz, hence the shades."
"Hi! I'm Kitty Pryde, or Shadowcat. I phase through solid objects-- *any* solid objects."
"Logan or Wolverine. I have rapid regenerative powers." Then the distinct sound of metal claws ripping through skin rang throughout the atrium of the Institute. "Oh, and these babies." The new recruits stared or a second with their eyes wide, but the names kept coming.
"My name is Ororo or Storm. I have the ability to control and manipulate the weather. I'm out there all the time, *rain or shine*."
"Hallo! That's German for "hello". I know they sound the same, but the German way has an A in it, and--"
"Kurt, thank you. Perhaps the German lesson later, hmm?" joked the professor.
"Right, sorry. My name is Kurt Wagner, but Nightcrawler probably suits me better. See? Wagner starts with a W, but I said it as a V because I'm Ger--"
"Kurt ."
"Oh, sorry again, professor." He then addressed the newcomers again. "I am a,"--*bamf*, he appeared on a chandelier--"teleporter!"
"Name's Alek. I can compress air and force it into a certain," he shot a competitive and sceptical look at one of the new males who was built and dressed almost exactly like him, "direction."
"I'm Jean Grey. I'm telekinetic, and I'm also a bit telepathic too."
Finally, it was the recruits' turns to talk. The female of the three spoke first.
"My name is Allure. This is Wyatt, and Jeremy."
". and your powers are?" asked Scott.
"We are not authorized to tell you, Scott," answered Allure. "No matter--we will be training separately from you anyway."
"Separately?" spoke Wyatt, who was clearly going for the messy look with his hair almost neck-long and very untamed. "But I thought we came here to train as X-Men. The X-Men are a --"
"Team, yes," finished Allure, "but we have to get our bearings before we can feel comfortable."
"Uh, yes, very well then. If you fell more comfortable that way."
"Actually --" started Jeremy.
"Yes, thank you, professor. That will be fine," finished Allure.
After their introduction, the resident students took the liberty to show the newcomers around. The were separated into little tour groups-- Allure was with Scott and Jean, Jeremy was with Kurt, Alek and Kitty and Wyatt was with Logan, Ororo and the professor. They were shown their rooms and everything they needed to know about the Institute.
The other trainees--Iceman, Jubilee, Magma, Cannonball, Pyro, Wolfsbane, Multiple, Berserker and Sunspot--were all invited to meet the new recruits. Since they don't stay or sleep at the Institute, this was a good chance to get acquainted.
Everyone seemed to find new friends in Wyatt, Jeremy and Allure. Well, that is to say everyone except Alek who seemed to dislike Jeremy already; the feeling was mutual.
That night, a big feast was held to welcome the neophytes to their new home. Conversation inevitably broke out while they were eating.
"So," said Kurt with his mouth full, "how do you like the place?"
"It's really nice here. Probably a bit too nice for me. If I get up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, I'll get lost," joked Jeremy.
"Too bad," said Alek blatantly sarcastically.
"Ah, if you're ever lost, just call my name. I'll get you to where you need to go in a jiffy," said Kurt with a smile. Meanwhile, Wyatt and Kitty were having a discussion.
"Yeah, I am what I like to call a passer-througher. It took me a while to get the hang of it. I've learned to concentrate now, so I can do it more easily."
"But how do you do it? I mean, I know I can't," asked Wyatt, genuinely interested.
"My atoms are corporally intangible. That means my atoms pass --"
"Through the spaces of the atoms of which you're going through, right? It's rather obvious," said Allure, unimpressed.
"Yes, well, some other things are rather obvious too: let's see, colours, smell, bitchiness ." snapped Kitty.
Allure looked at Kitty and smirked. "You say it like it's a bad thing. Another bad thing I can think of is being one of those know-it-all, annoying, always-like-to-hear-yourself-speak, insecure kind of people, wouldn't you agree?"
"Well among all of those things, you pretty much described yourself, Allure, although you don't look the least bit insecure. If I am what you just said, perhaps we have a few things in common," said Kitty, imitating Allure's sarcastic smirk.
"Perhaps we do," smiled Allure, only this time her smile looked more welcoming, rather than deadly. Wyatt sort of backed out of the conversation and turned to his last resort which was the person sitting on the other side of him--Logan.
"So, uh--"
"Look, kid. I don't talk when I'm eating, all right? Kitty and that new girl are talking. Why don't you join them?" said Logan without once looking at Wyatt. Allure and Kitty were now deeply engaged in a conversation about the ancient Greek philosophy of Thales, so Wyatt began talking to himself. He wasn't answering himself, but he was definitely talking with no intent for anyone else to hear him. Finally, someone noticed.
"Uh, Wyatt?" called Scott from the other end of the table. "You know, I'm sure we all do it from time to time, but there are living, breathing people here for you to talk to."
"What? Oh, I am talking to something living and breathing. This here's Bob," he said pointing at a housefly that had landed on his fork. "Bob's been goin' through rough times. You shouldn't be so merciless when swatting at flies, you know."
"Uh huh ." said Scott raising his eyebrows. "So you're talking to a fly. OK then, well, enjoy yourself then!"
"Oh! I haven't told anyone yet! I can talk to animals. That's my power. I couldn't tell you before because Allure --"
"*Is sitting right beside you!*" Allure said irritably from beside Kitty. "Wyatt, our powers are not to be disclosed! Don't you ever listen to procedure?"
"Ah, shut up, Allure. Your procedures aren't my procedures," smirked Wyatt, leaving Allure rather annoyed, but sarcastically satiated.
Since Wyatt had already broken his "rules", he felt free to talk about himself to others. After Allure got upset at him, Kitty became available for conversation.
"So, like, where you from?" said Kitty, stuffing her mouth with mashed potato.
"I'm from the great state of Texas--Yee-Haw!" he answered clownishly, making Kitty giggle. "I lived with my dad on a ranch down there. It's where I discovered my power actually. I mean, I always used to talk to the animals down there 'cause I had no one else to talk, but one day they answered."
"Well at least you discovered yours in a peaceful way. I feel through my bedroom floor and onto my concrete basement. Ouch ." Wyatt seemed to find Kitty's story amusing.
Desert was served last and everyone was delighted to see a big fluffy cake--especially Kurt. Everyone readied their forks to dig into the deliciousness, but suddenly, the cake vanished after everyone heard a German voice yell, "Mein!"
Kurt managed to teleport into his room with the whole cake for himself. Everyone laughed at Kurt's characteristic goofiness. Scott went to retrieve the cake from Kurt's room because everyone else seemed to lazy to do so. On his out of his chair, he clumsily tripped and fell, flooring him and knocking his glasses off. Evidently, he hadn't realized that he was short of a pair of shades because be turned to everyone and cheerfully waved, "I'm OK!"
Instantly, everyone was blinded by a surge of red. The crowd ducked and the blast missed them--everyone except for Allure and Kitty who were directly in the line of fire. By instinct, Kitty grabbed Allure's arm and pulled her through the wall, avoiding the blast Scott shut his eyes as fast as he could, but substantial damage was already done to the Institute. Everyone screamed, but no one was hurt, although the sky could now be clearly seen from the dinning room ceiling.
After about a minute, Kitty and Allure returned through the dinning room doors, shaken. Scott frantically searched for his glasses with one hard while shielding his eyes with the other. Everyone scrambled over to help him, but even for the people with perfect vision, his glasses were nowhere to be seen.
*****I am SO sorry that this took so freaking long. I had to get some help from my friends, so yeah... please don't be mad! Hopefully you like this chapter and I've already started chapter 6!*****
