Zachary Taylor had been watching the television set, before one of his migraine headaches forced him to go lie down in the bedroom. Immediatley he fell asleep when his head hit the pillow. As of late he'd been having problems sleeping. He didn't know if his new powers were the cause of his restless nights, or if it was something else.
He use to read about mutants all the time, but never thought that he could actually be one of them. It was strange that he was the only one in his family to have mutengenic D.N.A. His mother and father were not mutants, nor were any of his other relatives that he could think of. It was always said that mutation of the genes is a genetic disease passed on from generation to generation.
What he wanted most of all was to see the shock and disappointment in his parent's faces, after he told them the good news. He secretly planned on how and when he'd tell them the good news. He decided that it would be at the FOH rally that his parents were going to attend later that night.
When he woke up he sat on his bed watching the small turtle that his father had given him. He hated the pet just as much as he hated his father. His father had mentioned on several occasions that the turtle was very expensive. Zachary could care less. So he decided that the annoying pet would be his next target to practice on. He wanted to get comfortable with his newfound powers.
He placed the turtle on his small computer table, turning the pet towards him. He stared at his pet as red electricity had shot out all around him. His powers looked just like red lightning, never knowing where it was going to strike next. Then all of a sudden the red electricty formed into one huge ball of fire, and then it was charged at the turtle.
Words could not explain the smell that rose fro the dead turtle. His desk was ruined, and the turtle was dead. He smiled at the thought of his dad becoming upset, when he found out that the turtle was dead.
*Revenge is such a sweet thing*
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Storm was lying down asleep when she felt something in her hair.Thinking that it was a rat, she jumped up and quickly ran both of her hands through her hair. Then as she frantically looked around her, she noticed Gambit sitting next to her, with a very mischevious smirk on his face.
"Please tell me what it is that you find so funny Gambit."
"Let's just say that tis is the first time that tis cajun has ever seen Stormy move so fast."
"Nonsense. What about that time when....."
" That huge Black Widow spider ran down your blouse."
"You remember that?"
"Of course I do."
"The incident or..."
"Chere what Gambit remebers the most is the fact that you ripped off your blouse, and ran out of the danger room like a madwoman."
"I did not run like a madwoman!"
"You know what you're right. You ran like a madwoman with no blouse on."
"Funny Gambit, real funny. So have you thought about a way to get us out of here?"
"Thought you'd never ask Stormy."
"How many times do I have to tell you...."
"Don't call me Stormy."
"Gambit you know what they say about people who can finish someone else's sentences, don't you."
"What's so wrong with that chere. You have a problem with this thief knowing you so well?"
"No, I never did."
As they sat in silence looking into each others eyes, another pair of eyes looked on at them. The woman that looked on felt very hurt and enraged at the same time. This very woman vowed to herself that Storm and Gambit was going to pay. Rouge was a very jealous woman, and she made herself a promise that Storm would find out the hard way, just how jealous that she could be. If that meant betraying the X-Men than that's exactly what she was going to do.
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*Scott *
*Jean where are you? Are you alright?*
*I'm alright, but there's something that you need to know. I recieved a warning, from some shape shifter, that visited the astral plane. The odd thing was that this person took on Jubilee's form.*
*Shit. Jubilee's still at the mansion!*
*I know Scott. She's probally sick with worry. I'm going to try to go back to the astral plane and send out a message to both her and Xavier.*
*Look Jean try to contact Xavier, but leave Jubilee out of this. She's way too young to get involved in something like this.*
*Scott I can't do that.*
*Jean I said to leave her out of this, she does'nt have the proper training skills to....*
*That's a load of bull, and you know it. Jubilee's an X-Man and has proven herself time and time again. I need her help, we need her help. Look Scott I don't have time for this. Who knows when Magneto will put this inhibitor collar back on.*
*You don't have the collar on? Why don't you just attack?*
*Scott in all due time. Right now I'm just sending in a call for backup and reniforcements.*
*I guess you're right. Anyway what was you saying about some kind of warning?*
*Zachary will destroy Magneto, and us as well. We don't have very much time. Zachary will be the death of us all*
*O.K. I'm on it, and Jean.*
*Yeah Scott.*
*I love you baby.*
*Love you too.*
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Zachary Taylor was asleep in his room, when he was awaken by the sound of his parents fighting in the next room. They were always fighting about one thing or another, and they always found ways to involve him. He sat up in the bed expecting his father to come barging in through door with a list of demands.
He waited until he heard his father's footsteps outside the door, trying to figure out exactly what he did wrong. His head was already hurting, due to a lack of sleep, so he wasn't exactlty in the mood for his Dad's shit today. He hadn't slept decently in two days, because of the strange nightmares that he'd been having. It involved a young girl, whom he'd never seen before. Zachary had thought that she was kinda cute, but couldn't figure out why she was causing him to have nightmares. He didn't know if his new powers that was causing the strange dreams.
Larry Taylor walked in the room with a demented look in his eyes. Just by looking at him. Zachary knew that his father was drunk. His clothes were rumpled and torn, as if he had been in a fight with someone. He reeked of alcohol, and cheap perfume. What stood out most was the amount of blood found on his clothes.
"What in the hell happened to you?"
"Doncha use that foul language wif me punk?"
"Look I'm tired."
"I don't care if you're tired or not. Go get dressed. You're gonna go and look for a job, you lazy bum."
"Dad, it's three o'clock in the morning."
"I don't give a shit what time it is, you're gonna do as I say, or get the hell outta my house. Is that clear, you worthless piece of shit.!"
"Crystal clear."
"The bills can't pay themselves, besides I just quit my job."
With that being said his father walked out of the room , and closed the door behind him. If Zachary hadn't been disturbed before, he was now. Where did all that blood come from?
