NOTE: asterisks(*) denote thought
The weather was brutal. Rain thrashed against the window, driven by the howling wind. Lightning exploded, thunder pounded and pounded and pounded.
Like the unleashing of Hell.
Fortunately this was a house made of bricks and no matter how hard nature huffed and puffed it would never blow it down.
The pounding continued, strangely calming, lulling the sleepy into dreams free of the misery raging outside their snug fortress. Except for one unfortunate. Unable to sleep the young man had come downstairs for a snack, thinking some cocoa would help. But after sitting down on a stool at the counter he realized that the rec rooms sofa was probably infinitely more comfortable and so abandoned the kitchen for said room's said sofa. Curling up at one end, cupping the mug with both hands, he slowly drank his sweet confection. After the last slurp of chocolaty goodness was gone he deposited the mug on a coaster on top of the coffee table, sitting back to enjoy Nature's version of Beethoven's 5th while waiting for sleep to find him. And find him it did, only not in the amount they had hoped.
Floating listlessly between waking and sleep the occupant of the common room couch barely caught the change in the thundering winds; but once the sleepy one's restless consciousness recognized the phenomenon sleep was no longer an option. Roused now, he quickly took stock of his location and then the cause for the disturbance. The pounding was no longer outside anymore, it was inside. Inside the house, in fact it was really, really, close; as in coming from the next room. Now usually this wouldn't have been such a big deal but this was a big house and a lot of people lived here. And everyone who currently resided in said house had at least one person trying to kill them. That's a lot of angry people with homicidal tendencies, and still worse was the fact that quite a few of those homicidal urges came from mutants, very powerful mutants. So on a night as horrible as this the chances of visitors is just a little bit better then infinity to one, and the chances of them being friendly? Nil.
*Shit! I'm creeping myself out here! Maybe it's just a lost traveler whose car has died and needs to use a phone!*
Silence as this thought is scrutinized and finally unanimously rejected by all logical thought process.
More silence as panic starts to tingle and twist in that very far back hidden part of your stomach that you never knew existed until moments like these.
*Okay, I'll just sneak past the door and go find Logan! Then everything will be fine.* With this plan in mind the young man slowly made his way into the hallway and nearly killed himself with fright as a rough hand came down on his shoulder.
"Shhhh…someone's at the door" said a gruff voice softly behind them, as a large shadow passed him and stalked towards the doorway. "Don't move kid," the voice commanded again. The shadow - which the flashes of lightning had thoughtfully revealed as male – put his hand on the doorknob and after the longest two seconds of the watchers life, violently jerked it open a crack, shot his arm out with three menacing metal claws extended and let them tickle the chin of the figure on the doorstep.
"What do you want?" the owner of the claws growled at the drenched figure outside.
"Xavier. I want to see Professor Charles Xavier" was the reply.
A/N: well this is just a teaser, I'll put more up as soon as I write it