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Chaotic Boredom: Am I that obvious? (Yeah, I Am. And you are right!!!)
Chia: (Laughs) Yes Ma'am! (I'm guessing here)
X_silversurfer_x: I thought so too; it took me seven minutes to think that up!! That's a long time, considering that I improv a LOT!
Also, I figured, after reading the many attempts at the accents, I would give them a try. Tell me how I do please?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!
And now
River of Dreams
Chapter 3: Birth of Sage, We gonna have a PARTAY
PING!!
WOOOBLE-WOOBLE-Wooble-wooble.
Scott, and the gunman looked at the ground in front of Kyle in shock. Lying on the ground in front of him was the bullet, which was now about the size and thickness of a quarter.
Kyle stood, rooted to his place in shock. However, the shock at being alive was only a small portion of it. The rush of sensations that hit him was a much larger part. First, there was the tingling sensation that seemed to rush through every cell in his body. Second was the feeling of heaviness. And third, was the burning!! It felt like it ran through every fiber of his being. And he did the only thing he could… He screamed in pure, unabridged pain.
The gunman, mistaking the scream as one of fury, ran fast and far. F*** them man; it's every man for himself.
Scott however, correctly interpreted it, and bolted forward. Right as he reached Kyle, the aforementioned blind man collapsed. Scott grabbed him under the arms, and then, using the tricks Xavier had taught all the X-men, sent off the telepathic equivalent of a flare.
*At Scott's Car*
Jean had been sitting in the passenger's seat of the car, reading a book when her mind was hit by Scott's flare. Quickly switching to the driver's seat, and thanking all that was holy that Scott had left the keys, she turned the car on, and drove towards where she had sensed as the origin of the flare.
Upon arriving at the source, the same alleyway as before, she saw Scott holding Kyle as best as she could. Surreptitiously checking around, she lifted Kyle into the backseat with her TK.
Scott jumped in the passenger's seat, and said; "I think it's best we take him to the Institute."
Jean nodded, and began driving towards the stated facility. "What happened?"
Scott proceeded to relay the entire series of events to Jean. When he told her what happened when the guy shot him, Jean drew in a shocked breath. "And the bullet was FLATTENED by his skin?"
"Yeah," responded Scott "But he then started screaming. And it sounded like, whatever it was, hurt. I'm guessing that he can only hold his power for a short time, and he just didn't know how to turn it off."
Soon after this, the two pulled up to the Institute, much to everyone's surprise. What was even more shocking to the Institute's population was that, when Scott and Jean got out of the car, there was a third occupant, whom Jean proceeded to lift with her telekinesis.
When they brought the body through the door, there was a collective gasp. It was KYLE!!!
Professor Xavier rolled forward, and, after a lightning fast conversation with Jean (AN: Gotta love telepathy) began to speak.
"Scott, Jean, take our friend to the infirmary, so Dr. McCoy can take a look at him. Kurt, you know his house's phone number, come with me and we will call his parents. The rest of you, just try to remain calm."
As those who had been mentioned went about their tasks, the rest of the institute's population gathered in the rec room. The topic of discussion, Kyle.
"So what do you think happened to him?" Asked Jubilee
"I'll bet you he got mugged." Responded Ray
Rouge snorted. "Not likely," she said "Ah'd hate ta meet th' mugger who picked ah fight with 'im."
As the conversation continued, one person seemed withdrawn. Noticing this, Rahne walked over.
"'Ey 'Mar, what's the matter lass? Yeh usually 'ould beh raight in the middle o' this."
Amara sighed, and turned to her friend, "Nothing's wrong Rahne, I'm just worried about Kyle. He is my friend, and we don't know what's wrong with him."
"Correction, lass, 'e's all aour friend." Said Rahne, "Iffen ye'h be need'n anyone ta talk ta, Ah'm 'ear lass." She then stood up, and walked away from Amara, who smiled, and then joined in on the discussion.
"No, I think Jubilee might be right this time, mutant haters would hate non-mutant haters too, wouldn't they."
*Professor Xavier's conversation with Jacob Trevais*
(AN: Every new paragraph is a new speaker. For example, the first is Mr. Trevais, the second Prof. Xavier, then Mr. Trevais, etc. Also, words outside the quotation marks are descriptions. By that I mean things like static, sighs, or the kind of pauses that are found when people are thinking about something.)
"Hello, Trevais residence."
"Hello, This is Professor Charles Xavier, of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters."
"Ahhh… Yes. My son Kyle has talked about some of your students. May I ask what I owe the pleasure of this phone call to?"
"Actually, this call is about Kyle. You see, I asked one of my students to invite him over after school. His sticking up a mutant had gotten me suspicious, which I must say, was rash of me, and I wanted to make sure that he wasn't one of our enemies, as one of our foe's has the ability to take any form."
Silence for a minute… "I hear an 'and' that belongs here."
Sigh "I had asked two of my students to take him home. However, one of them, the owner of the car, had forgotten to fill his tank, and this forced him and Kyle to walk home. On the walk to your house, they cut through an alleyway, and were attacked by four men."
Silence again, "And?"
"One of them had a gun. He shot Kyle in the forehead. Now, before you panic, he is all right, but the gunshot brought out an X-gene, and, from what my two students have told me, it is a potent one. I would like to ask if he might be enrolled in my institute."
Again silence, "I'll be right over, to see my son, and to discuss with him and you about placing him in your institute." Click
*Xavier Institute*
A well-worn, black Silverado pulled up in front of the Xavier institute. After a moment, the gate opened, and the truck drove through the gates. It parked in front of the door to the institute, and the driver's side door opened up.
Amara watched as a large man, tanned golden by the sun, came out from the far side of the truck. In the failing sunlight, his blond hair could plainly be seen. He was an easy 6' 4", a torso built like a tank, big and solid. And his arms and legs were built to the same proportions.
As he ascended the stairs to the door, Professor Xavier rolled forward to meet him. After a moment, the two of them headed off in the direction of the sub-basement entrance.
*Infirmary*
Professor Xavier rolled into the infirmary, Jacob Trevais right behind him. As the Professor looked around the room, he realized that the entire population of the institute whose age was over 20 was present.
Logan spoke first. "Who's that Chuck?"
The Professor sighed, but, surprisingly, Jacob spoke, "I am Kyle's adopted father, and sensei. Do you have a problem with that?"
Logan looked at him for a second, then chuckled, "I like ya', bub. No one's had the gut's to talk to me like that for a long time."
The Professor turned to Dr. Hank McCoy, "Dr. McCoy, do you know what happened?"
Hank nodded, as he turned to the Professor, "Yes, Professor. His mutation's power simply over loaded him. It appears that his mutation allows him to temporarily change the density of the molecules in his body. However, he can only hold the change for so long before his body hit's an overload."
The Professor nodded, "Do you have any idea of when he will wake up."
Just as Dr. McCoy was about to answer, a groan came from the table, as Kyle lifted his upper torso.
"I'd say right about now, Chuck."
"Did anyone catch the number of that city bus?" Kyle joked, right before he let off another groan.
A voice from his right spoke, "Are you alright son?"
Kyle turned his head, his eyes widening in shock, (AN: Just cause he can't see don't mean his face doesn't make the same expressions.) "Dad, what's going on here? Where am I?"
From his father's right, another voice spoke, "You're back
at the institute, Kyle. Scott and Jean
brought you here."
Kyle chuckled, "I'm going to take a guess here and say that I'm now officially a 'gifted youngster', to quote you."
Xavier smiled; the boy was taking it lightly, "Yes, it appears that you are."
Kyle turned to his father, and said, "Sensei, before you ask, yes, I would actually be honored."
Jacob Trevais shook his head, and turned to Dr. McCoy; "Are you sure he isn't a telepath?" This garnered a round of chuckles. Then to Xavier, he said, "You heard what he said, Professor."
The Professor smiled, and said to Kyle, "Kyle, I would like to be the first to welcome you as the newest student at the Institute."
A muffled 'YES' could be heard, and, when the door to the infirmary was opened, it revealed, once again, that the population of the institute had not been able to resist eavesdropping. And once again, Kitty was the one at the door.
Kyle chuckled, as he heard Kitty's OOMPH when she fell through the suddenly opened doorway. "Now Kitty, I thought you would have learned after I ran into you, not to eavesdrop."
Everyone who had been present for that run-in started to break out in laughter again, the slight moment of tension now behind them all.
*Thursday, 6:00 P.M.*
Today was the day that Kyle would be moving into the institute, and to say that the students weren't excited would be a lie of Titanic proportions.
In fact, they were so excited, that even Scott and Jean had agreed that a party was in order. Luckily, it was a four day weekend, so the X-Teens would have time recover, and Kyle would have time to get himself oriented.
When Kyle walked through the door, his first thoughts were these guys would be pushovers in hide and seek.
The majority of them had hidden themselves adequately enough, all right. Well, Jamie could have used something more creative than that potted plant Kyle could smell, it was the fact that they were all whispering that gave them away.
Kyle chuckled, "If you were all planning to jump out and call out 'Surprise', it's a little late, your whispering gave you away."
The X-Teens, realizing they were busted, sighed and came out of hiding. Kyle, quickly picking up on their depression, spoke, "Hey, it's the thought that counts, right Jean?"
This brought around a stunned silence, which was quickly filled with laughter. Then Amara and Rahne came up on either side of him, and showed him to the rec room, which was set up for the party.
Looking back on that day, Kyle's only regret would be that he hadn't been able to see it. That day was one of seven in his entire life that made him wish he could see. The music was great, a nice mix of everything from rock to rap. The food was spectacular, and, when they finally goaded him into dancing a little, Kyle would always wish he could have seen the shocked faces as he transferred the graceful movements he had learned from martial arts to dancing.
Finally, the Professor came in, but not to bring the party to a halt, but to make two announcements. "First off, I would like to tell you that Kyle will be sharing a room with Sam, since he is probably the most organized of all of you." Kyle nodded, thanking the Professor for that courtesy, "Second, I would like you to meet the newest member of our staff. He will be assisting Logan in teaching you self-defense, along with teaching methods of disabling opponents, and helping teach methods of self-control. I would like you to meet Mr. Jacob Trevais."
And there, at the door to the Rec Room, was Kyle Trevais's adopted Father, Jacob Trevais.
