Disclaimer: I own Alex, but none of the other X-Men: Evolution characters.
Zero- Vision- well, about Rogue, I'm not very good with writing her. I am very comfortable with Kitty's character.
Contradiction- Don't worry, you'll find out what happens soon enough! ; P
StEeL PoInTeD SnOw MaN- thanx again!
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"Now concentrate, Alex! Feel the molecules, and feel the thread of the air. Pick it, and slowly begin ripping the hole in reality!"
Alex released a growl, and lifted her arms together above her head. Using her claw-like nails, she punctured a hole in the air.
"Now imagine where you want to go," Xavier urged her. He had been helping her with her powers for the past week already. She immediately gained a sense of control, but there were still many things she needed to learn.
"Try teleporting into the Rec Room. Make a decent sized hole, but don't stress yourself."
Alex's powers had limits. She couldn't open portals too large, or too often. It drained her of energy, almost to the point of passing out. On the other hand, her portals could reach anywhere, or anytime. Opening the actual portals seemed to be the problem, but once they were open, she could go anywhere.
Alex brought down her hands swiftly, and rip big enough for a person her size appeared in front of her. The hole was a wavering grey color, almost wave-like.
She looked to Xavier, who gave her a nod. She gracefully dove through the portal, and appeared downstairs in the Rec Room, as planned. She stood proudly.
Inside, she "heard" Xavier's telepathic voice.
Good Job, Alex. He said. Now open another one, and come back.
She frowned slightly at this, already out of breath from the effort of the previous port. Sighing, she stood straight, and assumed the same position as before. Her arms shook slightly as she raised them above her head, and repeated the process.
This gateway was much smaller than the one before, and when she squeezed back into Xavier's office, sweat glistened on her pale face, and she dropped to the floor in exhaustion.
"Are you alright, Alex?" Xavier asked with concern. Maybe he was pushing her too hard.
"I'm fine," Alex said, rising once again.
"Well, I must say, you are determined. Why don't you head back to your room, now?" He offered. She turned on her heel and walked briskly out, always maintaining her almost curt attitude.
She headed down the hallway stealthily and swiftly, her sports bra and jogging shorts feeling heavy on her sensitive, and now damp, skin.
She opened her door, and softly padded inside. She was extremely grateful to have her own room. Xavier understood her need for privacy, having lived alone for most of her life.
She closed the door behind her and padded softly to the bathroom, stripping her clothes as she went.
She entered the shower, turning the water to almost unbearably hot. She sighed, one of the few times that Alex let down her rough outer shell.
She remembered back to all the cold, sharp baths she had taken in whichever streams she could find, when she was lucky enough to be near one. Alex looked down at her naked body, and began to feel cleansed and more refreshed.
Alex regretfully looked over all the scars she had gained, when she had lived the rough life. She once again felt a great sense of thankfulness toward Xavier, who had for sure changed her life.
The moment she was fit to leave the hospital wing, he had struggled with her for hours straight, trying to make sure her powers would not cause her to leave immediately. Though she explained to him that usually, she stayed for a few months before she left a place.
Now feeling much better, she turned off the shower and wrapped a large dry towel around her chest.
She walked back into the room, and stood at her wardrobe. She had few clothes here, but she was grateful for that. She didn't need much clothes anyways.
She selected on a pair of black denim jeans, and a a loose fitting, zip up hoody, also black.
Now dressed, Alex headed downstairs. She stopped by the Rec Room once there, only to see Jean and Scott cuddling in front of a TV screen.
She was still angry with Scott, and who could blame her? He had run her over, and could have killed her! So, with a look of disgust plainly written across her face, Alex turned and left the doorway.
She decided to find Wolverine; maybe he would be up to some training in the Danger Room.
Deciding he would probably be in the gym, she headed to one of the basement's sub-levels. True to thought, Logan was there, pounding away on a punching bag.
"Logan," she said loudly, "Are you up to a Danger Room session? If not, I'll go by myself."
Logan looked over at her in surprise.
"You., you WANT to train?" he asked incredulously. After receiving a nod from her, he told Alex to go "suit up" in the lobby outside the Danger Room.
She headed over there, and changed into her uniform. Her uniform looked like the New Recruits', except hers had maroon shoulder and elbow pads, belt *with infamous X- symbol) and maroon and black boots. Her uniform was mostly black, except for a dark grey stripe across her chest, and the same colored stripe across her thighs.
Wolverine showed up after a few moments of waiting, and programmed the Danger room on the lowest setting. This was Alex's first go, and he wanted to go easy on her. He soon saw that wasn't necessary.
As soon as Alex was in there, primal animal instinct took completely over her body. She crouched down, in a pose, and the machines began. Since this was only the first level, Alex was doing pretty well.
She was nicked several times, but she made no complaints and continued dodging razors and saws, and hurdling over obstacles.
Between the day's training with Xavier, and now this physical exertion, by the end of the session, Alex was worn out. Alex was bleeding slightly from several cuts, and her joints were on fire.
Wolverine looked her up and down. "Frankly, I've seen better." He said. Then he grinned, "But I have to admit, you're pretty good for a beginner."
Alex looked at him sharply and replied, "Then I shall continue training harder and harder everyday until you feel I am prepared."
That said, she walked (or shall I say limped) past Wolverine, determined to gain his respect.
Alex was halfway to her room (and outside Professor X's office) when he once again entered her thoughts.
Could you come and see me for a moment, Alex? He asked.
She turned the large ornate doorknob, and entered the large extravagant office.
Xavier turned his wheel chair to face her, with tented fingers holding his chin. He looked at her thoughtfully and said, "Alex, I have been thinking. How would you feel about going to school?"
* * * * * So, what did you think? I have a tendency to write Mary Sues, so I hope to god this isn't heading that way. If so, just tip me off, and I'll remedy it immediately. Until then, Review!
Zero- Vision- well, about Rogue, I'm not very good with writing her. I am very comfortable with Kitty's character.
Contradiction- Don't worry, you'll find out what happens soon enough! ; P
StEeL PoInTeD SnOw MaN- thanx again!
* * * * *
"Now concentrate, Alex! Feel the molecules, and feel the thread of the air. Pick it, and slowly begin ripping the hole in reality!"
Alex released a growl, and lifted her arms together above her head. Using her claw-like nails, she punctured a hole in the air.
"Now imagine where you want to go," Xavier urged her. He had been helping her with her powers for the past week already. She immediately gained a sense of control, but there were still many things she needed to learn.
"Try teleporting into the Rec Room. Make a decent sized hole, but don't stress yourself."
Alex's powers had limits. She couldn't open portals too large, or too often. It drained her of energy, almost to the point of passing out. On the other hand, her portals could reach anywhere, or anytime. Opening the actual portals seemed to be the problem, but once they were open, she could go anywhere.
Alex brought down her hands swiftly, and rip big enough for a person her size appeared in front of her. The hole was a wavering grey color, almost wave-like.
She looked to Xavier, who gave her a nod. She gracefully dove through the portal, and appeared downstairs in the Rec Room, as planned. She stood proudly.
Inside, she "heard" Xavier's telepathic voice.
Good Job, Alex. He said. Now open another one, and come back.
She frowned slightly at this, already out of breath from the effort of the previous port. Sighing, she stood straight, and assumed the same position as before. Her arms shook slightly as she raised them above her head, and repeated the process.
This gateway was much smaller than the one before, and when she squeezed back into Xavier's office, sweat glistened on her pale face, and she dropped to the floor in exhaustion.
"Are you alright, Alex?" Xavier asked with concern. Maybe he was pushing her too hard.
"I'm fine," Alex said, rising once again.
"Well, I must say, you are determined. Why don't you head back to your room, now?" He offered. She turned on her heel and walked briskly out, always maintaining her almost curt attitude.
She headed down the hallway stealthily and swiftly, her sports bra and jogging shorts feeling heavy on her sensitive, and now damp, skin.
She opened her door, and softly padded inside. She was extremely grateful to have her own room. Xavier understood her need for privacy, having lived alone for most of her life.
She closed the door behind her and padded softly to the bathroom, stripping her clothes as she went.
She entered the shower, turning the water to almost unbearably hot. She sighed, one of the few times that Alex let down her rough outer shell.
She remembered back to all the cold, sharp baths she had taken in whichever streams she could find, when she was lucky enough to be near one. Alex looked down at her naked body, and began to feel cleansed and more refreshed.
Alex regretfully looked over all the scars she had gained, when she had lived the rough life. She once again felt a great sense of thankfulness toward Xavier, who had for sure changed her life.
The moment she was fit to leave the hospital wing, he had struggled with her for hours straight, trying to make sure her powers would not cause her to leave immediately. Though she explained to him that usually, she stayed for a few months before she left a place.
Now feeling much better, she turned off the shower and wrapped a large dry towel around her chest.
She walked back into the room, and stood at her wardrobe. She had few clothes here, but she was grateful for that. She didn't need much clothes anyways.
She selected on a pair of black denim jeans, and a a loose fitting, zip up hoody, also black.
Now dressed, Alex headed downstairs. She stopped by the Rec Room once there, only to see Jean and Scott cuddling in front of a TV screen.
She was still angry with Scott, and who could blame her? He had run her over, and could have killed her! So, with a look of disgust plainly written across her face, Alex turned and left the doorway.
She decided to find Wolverine; maybe he would be up to some training in the Danger Room.
Deciding he would probably be in the gym, she headed to one of the basement's sub-levels. True to thought, Logan was there, pounding away on a punching bag.
"Logan," she said loudly, "Are you up to a Danger Room session? If not, I'll go by myself."
Logan looked over at her in surprise.
"You., you WANT to train?" he asked incredulously. After receiving a nod from her, he told Alex to go "suit up" in the lobby outside the Danger Room.
She headed over there, and changed into her uniform. Her uniform looked like the New Recruits', except hers had maroon shoulder and elbow pads, belt *with infamous X- symbol) and maroon and black boots. Her uniform was mostly black, except for a dark grey stripe across her chest, and the same colored stripe across her thighs.
Wolverine showed up after a few moments of waiting, and programmed the Danger room on the lowest setting. This was Alex's first go, and he wanted to go easy on her. He soon saw that wasn't necessary.
As soon as Alex was in there, primal animal instinct took completely over her body. She crouched down, in a pose, and the machines began. Since this was only the first level, Alex was doing pretty well.
She was nicked several times, but she made no complaints and continued dodging razors and saws, and hurdling over obstacles.
Between the day's training with Xavier, and now this physical exertion, by the end of the session, Alex was worn out. Alex was bleeding slightly from several cuts, and her joints were on fire.
Wolverine looked her up and down. "Frankly, I've seen better." He said. Then he grinned, "But I have to admit, you're pretty good for a beginner."
Alex looked at him sharply and replied, "Then I shall continue training harder and harder everyday until you feel I am prepared."
That said, she walked (or shall I say limped) past Wolverine, determined to gain his respect.
Alex was halfway to her room (and outside Professor X's office) when he once again entered her thoughts.
Could you come and see me for a moment, Alex? He asked.
She turned the large ornate doorknob, and entered the large extravagant office.
Xavier turned his wheel chair to face her, with tented fingers holding his chin. He looked at her thoughtfully and said, "Alex, I have been thinking. How would you feel about going to school?"
* * * * * So, what did you think? I have a tendency to write Mary Sues, so I hope to god this isn't heading that way. If so, just tip me off, and I'll remedy it immediately. Until then, Review!
