The Rouge and the Empath, Chapter 2
Prof. Xavier was using cerebro, as he usualy did. Today he was looking again for more mutants in the area, The last few nights he had picked up thought fragments that could only have come from a mutant with great pshycic powers, and in great pain. He was concerned, This mutant had mental abilities that in some ways passed his own, and in others seemed almost childish in comparison. He knew that mystique would get ahold of him sooner or later if he didn't, and he could not allow that to happen with a mutant so powerfull. He had sensed him all over the city, but as of late the mutant in question had hunkered down in one place at night, so far four nights in a row, and he was fairly sure that he would again tonight. Remembering that is was already almost 7, the doctor called in Logan, Scott, and Rouge. He had been concerned for the girl, she had been insecure since the old mansion had been destroyed, and he felt it would be best if she got out of the underground bunker.
The good doctor looked up as his friend and students walked into the cerebro room, he hated to do so but cerebro was the first part that had to be rebuilt, it was the most important and eveyone could just put up with tight living quarters until then, he himself had often found himself sleeping in a lazy boy in the shared living area a few times, Logan was a loud roomate, and more than once Logan had talked in his sleep, often saying things that might be the most disgusting pick up lines any man ever dared to say, even to himself. Plus the fact that logans morning ritual consisted of waking up, growling a few minutes, and often times cutting apart the automatic door to the room when he could not find the doornob in his groggy state.
Logan was the first to speak " Well Charles whats up? must be big if your calling us at a quarter to seven."
Scott and Rouge stood still, Logan already having said what was on there minds, and waited patiently.
" I have located a new mutant, it seems that he has a massive mental ability, although unstable. I have found that he is living under a bridge not far from here. Some of his mental abilities rival my own, but he lacks disciplin to control them. It is imparitive that we find him and let him know that we can help him. I am coming with you, but I need you three to make first contact."
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Ghost sat under his bridge, No one else was under there tonight. Finally, for the first time in almost a week he was able to take off his headphones and have his thoughts to himself. His mind drifted to things such as his parents, and how he got to this point in his life. He often wondered who had taken care of him as an infant, someone must have. He yawned, changing the subject in his head over to his money situation. In his backpack he had a few ratty clothes, a few music tapes, his headphones and some batteries. Nothing inside was in good shape, his clothes looked like a dog had had puppies on them, and his headphones consisted of more duct tape than actual headphone parts, and he only had a few bucks that he got by getting the slip on a drug dealer and sapping his energy, luckily the dealer was in such a haze that he got no transfered emotions from him, and succesfuly releived the scumbag of about three hundred dollars, that was about enough to keep him in batteries and food for almost a month. But now it had dwindeled to a few days food and maybe some batteries if he found a sale. His thoughts were interupted when he noticed three strangers aproaching him. He quicly grabbed his headphones and slipped them on and turned the other way. The only way he could ever talk to anyone was while listening to music and trying not to pay them too much attention.
Scott was the first to talk to the young man in front of him " Hi, were sorry to bother you, but we know your a mutant, and so are we. We know someone who can help you control your powers, all you have to do is come with us, no strings."
Ghost sat there, being careful to think slowly, and scott began to think he hadn't been heard. When the homeless mutants head swirled around as fast as it did they all steped back in shock.
Ghost said nothing, he simply nodded his head and walked in there direction, while he did they were all sure that they could hear random bits and pieces of songs, and the tail end of a question inthere heads, but they couldn't be sure. And the oddest thing of all was the sense of anxiety that was overcoming them all.
Rouge Scott And Logan kept a good distance behind him, and the noise in their heads susided. When the boy turned around again the noise started back up, albeit briefly as they pointed towards the car with Charles in it. The boy walked towards the car, a man in a wheelchair was outside the car, and beckoned him to come closer. Ghost slowly approached, again doing his best to concentrate on the music and not think too much. As he approached the proffesor his mind felt like it was clearing. He dared for the first time in years to take off his headphones while he talked to someone, and when he did all he heard was silence while the proffesor talked.
"Ghost, I am Charles Xavier, I am here to help you. We both have very similar mental powers, but you need to learn to control yours." The proffesor was interupted before he could continue.
(ooooh look, this is the first time ghost is gonna talk lets see what he says)
" Yes, just please help me."
The Proffesor could sense the wonder from the boy, for the first time in his life he was offered a chance to take off his headphones, and learn to control his powers and live a normal life.
" I am sure you have much to say, but just come with me and i will show you what we have to offer you, and all we ask in return is that you use your powers for good."
Ghost went home with the proffesor and the others, in the back seat the whole ride home he sat across from the good doctor and enjoyed the silence in his head, the doctor was kind enough to mute all outside thought other than their own. Ghost carried on his first normal conversation ever with him, and neither heard others thoughts or broadcast his own. The proffesor explained to him just what the x-men stood for. The proffesor offered to help him even if he did not wish to join. Ghost was excited, the entire time in the bunker everyone was staying at he couldn't display any emotions but awe. The greatest thing about it was that he felt at peace, his mind was his own as long as he was around the proffesor, but all good things come to an end, and the trouble first started after the proffesor turned in for the night. His thoughts were no longer his own, and he was getting ready to turn in for the night, after ghost got a much needed shower and set of new clothing. Rouge walked past him she was sure she heard him ask what her power was, she turned around, to tell him she could leech the power from others.
"I'm sorry" Ghost said. Rouge looked confused for a minute, but then turned angry.
"In this house, we ASK before we go barging into someone elses mind." Rouges anger was seething over almost, it began to hit ghost in waves, but the odd thing about emotions of aggresion with him was that they translated into either self-loathing or fear. It was a mix of the two now, and he began to back off from her, this proved to be a mistake.
"Where do you think your going? Im not done with you, I don't take kindly to people going in my mind. Who gave you the right?"
" I-i- I'm sorry, I didn;t mean to, I can't help it, I hear everyones thoughts, I just can't help it"
Rouge seemed to back off a little, now that she had been around a minute the noise in her head began to pick up, like earlier but more intense, much more than before.
"...........she hates me already.........pretty............alone................think........run..... ........flee.......fear.. ........... ...........FEAR FEAR PANIC..........i leech too.........i have her power too.........why does she hate me?.........what should i do?"
Rouge seemed to calm down. "So, you can't touch anyone either?" as she asked her gloved hands found each other.
The noise in her head seemed to calm down a little, it was still there but not as frantic, she was starting to understand that he was a empath, but at the same time broadcasted his own thoughts without helping it.
Ghost nodded his head, he reached down into his backpack and took out his tape player and put it on, in another second Rouge heard music coming from them, and he smiled "There, that usualy keeps my mind busy enough. but yes, I seem to drain people too when I touch them."
Both of them knew what the other would think next, headphones or no. Rouge and Ghost removed there gloves, Ghost's gloves seemed to be made of more tape than whatever material they originaly had. Neither could help it as they smiled, Beaming at the thought of finally having found someone else like them. They were interupted as Logan came up the stairs, a smelly, rotten disgusting cigar rolling around in his mouth, and mumbling about how he had to find a new set of nicknames. When Logan was gone, Rouge turned back to Ghost, who seemed a little more nervous than the momment before about trying this, she stepped beside him and took his hand in hers and waited.
thats it for this chapter, OH my damnd hand is hurting, so this is gona sem rushed. i went to the doctors yesterday and my fingers aren't all thats broken, its got a weird name but you know the bones that make up the palm? i broke 2 of them, and he wants to put my hand in a cast, so i not sure when i will update.
Prof. Xavier was using cerebro, as he usualy did. Today he was looking again for more mutants in the area, The last few nights he had picked up thought fragments that could only have come from a mutant with great pshycic powers, and in great pain. He was concerned, This mutant had mental abilities that in some ways passed his own, and in others seemed almost childish in comparison. He knew that mystique would get ahold of him sooner or later if he didn't, and he could not allow that to happen with a mutant so powerfull. He had sensed him all over the city, but as of late the mutant in question had hunkered down in one place at night, so far four nights in a row, and he was fairly sure that he would again tonight. Remembering that is was already almost 7, the doctor called in Logan, Scott, and Rouge. He had been concerned for the girl, she had been insecure since the old mansion had been destroyed, and he felt it would be best if she got out of the underground bunker.
The good doctor looked up as his friend and students walked into the cerebro room, he hated to do so but cerebro was the first part that had to be rebuilt, it was the most important and eveyone could just put up with tight living quarters until then, he himself had often found himself sleeping in a lazy boy in the shared living area a few times, Logan was a loud roomate, and more than once Logan had talked in his sleep, often saying things that might be the most disgusting pick up lines any man ever dared to say, even to himself. Plus the fact that logans morning ritual consisted of waking up, growling a few minutes, and often times cutting apart the automatic door to the room when he could not find the doornob in his groggy state.
Logan was the first to speak " Well Charles whats up? must be big if your calling us at a quarter to seven."
Scott and Rouge stood still, Logan already having said what was on there minds, and waited patiently.
" I have located a new mutant, it seems that he has a massive mental ability, although unstable. I have found that he is living under a bridge not far from here. Some of his mental abilities rival my own, but he lacks disciplin to control them. It is imparitive that we find him and let him know that we can help him. I am coming with you, but I need you three to make first contact."
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Ghost sat under his bridge, No one else was under there tonight. Finally, for the first time in almost a week he was able to take off his headphones and have his thoughts to himself. His mind drifted to things such as his parents, and how he got to this point in his life. He often wondered who had taken care of him as an infant, someone must have. He yawned, changing the subject in his head over to his money situation. In his backpack he had a few ratty clothes, a few music tapes, his headphones and some batteries. Nothing inside was in good shape, his clothes looked like a dog had had puppies on them, and his headphones consisted of more duct tape than actual headphone parts, and he only had a few bucks that he got by getting the slip on a drug dealer and sapping his energy, luckily the dealer was in such a haze that he got no transfered emotions from him, and succesfuly releived the scumbag of about three hundred dollars, that was about enough to keep him in batteries and food for almost a month. But now it had dwindeled to a few days food and maybe some batteries if he found a sale. His thoughts were interupted when he noticed three strangers aproaching him. He quicly grabbed his headphones and slipped them on and turned the other way. The only way he could ever talk to anyone was while listening to music and trying not to pay them too much attention.
Scott was the first to talk to the young man in front of him " Hi, were sorry to bother you, but we know your a mutant, and so are we. We know someone who can help you control your powers, all you have to do is come with us, no strings."
Ghost sat there, being careful to think slowly, and scott began to think he hadn't been heard. When the homeless mutants head swirled around as fast as it did they all steped back in shock.
Ghost said nothing, he simply nodded his head and walked in there direction, while he did they were all sure that they could hear random bits and pieces of songs, and the tail end of a question inthere heads, but they couldn't be sure. And the oddest thing of all was the sense of anxiety that was overcoming them all.
Rouge Scott And Logan kept a good distance behind him, and the noise in their heads susided. When the boy turned around again the noise started back up, albeit briefly as they pointed towards the car with Charles in it. The boy walked towards the car, a man in a wheelchair was outside the car, and beckoned him to come closer. Ghost slowly approached, again doing his best to concentrate on the music and not think too much. As he approached the proffesor his mind felt like it was clearing. He dared for the first time in years to take off his headphones while he talked to someone, and when he did all he heard was silence while the proffesor talked.
"Ghost, I am Charles Xavier, I am here to help you. We both have very similar mental powers, but you need to learn to control yours." The proffesor was interupted before he could continue.
(ooooh look, this is the first time ghost is gonna talk lets see what he says)
" Yes, just please help me."
The Proffesor could sense the wonder from the boy, for the first time in his life he was offered a chance to take off his headphones, and learn to control his powers and live a normal life.
" I am sure you have much to say, but just come with me and i will show you what we have to offer you, and all we ask in return is that you use your powers for good."
Ghost went home with the proffesor and the others, in the back seat the whole ride home he sat across from the good doctor and enjoyed the silence in his head, the doctor was kind enough to mute all outside thought other than their own. Ghost carried on his first normal conversation ever with him, and neither heard others thoughts or broadcast his own. The proffesor explained to him just what the x-men stood for. The proffesor offered to help him even if he did not wish to join. Ghost was excited, the entire time in the bunker everyone was staying at he couldn't display any emotions but awe. The greatest thing about it was that he felt at peace, his mind was his own as long as he was around the proffesor, but all good things come to an end, and the trouble first started after the proffesor turned in for the night. His thoughts were no longer his own, and he was getting ready to turn in for the night, after ghost got a much needed shower and set of new clothing. Rouge walked past him she was sure she heard him ask what her power was, she turned around, to tell him she could leech the power from others.
"I'm sorry" Ghost said. Rouge looked confused for a minute, but then turned angry.
"In this house, we ASK before we go barging into someone elses mind." Rouges anger was seething over almost, it began to hit ghost in waves, but the odd thing about emotions of aggresion with him was that they translated into either self-loathing or fear. It was a mix of the two now, and he began to back off from her, this proved to be a mistake.
"Where do you think your going? Im not done with you, I don't take kindly to people going in my mind. Who gave you the right?"
" I-i- I'm sorry, I didn;t mean to, I can't help it, I hear everyones thoughts, I just can't help it"
Rouge seemed to back off a little, now that she had been around a minute the noise in her head began to pick up, like earlier but more intense, much more than before.
"...........she hates me already.........pretty............alone................think........run..... ........flee.......fear.. ........... ...........FEAR FEAR PANIC..........i leech too.........i have her power too.........why does she hate me?.........what should i do?"
Rouge seemed to calm down. "So, you can't touch anyone either?" as she asked her gloved hands found each other.
The noise in her head seemed to calm down a little, it was still there but not as frantic, she was starting to understand that he was a empath, but at the same time broadcasted his own thoughts without helping it.
Ghost nodded his head, he reached down into his backpack and took out his tape player and put it on, in another second Rouge heard music coming from them, and he smiled "There, that usualy keeps my mind busy enough. but yes, I seem to drain people too when I touch them."
Both of them knew what the other would think next, headphones or no. Rouge and Ghost removed there gloves, Ghost's gloves seemed to be made of more tape than whatever material they originaly had. Neither could help it as they smiled, Beaming at the thought of finally having found someone else like them. They were interupted as Logan came up the stairs, a smelly, rotten disgusting cigar rolling around in his mouth, and mumbling about how he had to find a new set of nicknames. When Logan was gone, Rouge turned back to Ghost, who seemed a little more nervous than the momment before about trying this, she stepped beside him and took his hand in hers and waited.
thats it for this chapter, OH my damnd hand is hurting, so this is gona sem rushed. i went to the doctors yesterday and my fingers aren't all thats broken, its got a weird name but you know the bones that make up the palm? i broke 2 of them, and he wants to put my hand in a cast, so i not sure when i will update.