Hello readers I here to update my fan fiction. Just a few things I
want to address-I'm sorry if I made John sound ruthless, that was not my
intention; I love that boy. Besides he's too gorgeous to make him really
evil, he could come over to my-must stop now!
Sorry about that my emotions got away from me for a moment.
JoJo0: Thanks for the assistance and the hints on my writing, they really do help with everything.
Silvercross: I'm not exactly sure what you want me to do. Was your story idea that Rogue could go and control, not only the powers of the people she absorbs but, the person as well? And she did this all after like hours or days she absorbed their powers? Please clear this all up, it's a great idea-I'm just a little gray on a few things.
Okay another thing-I want to be able to write more about the other students. It is a school for mutants, so I would like to expend my character base. Could anyone be so kinds as too, tell me all about some mutants? Such as their powers, mutant names, Christian names (ones given at birth), their personalities, and so on. Thanks.
Another question: Do you think Adrian Grenier; the main guy from Drive Me Crazy could play Gambit? If not could you come up with some other actor who can play my favorite Cajun mutant, if there is a X3 I want to see Gambit in flesh not just his name on a computer screen. If you haven't guess by now, Gambit is my favorite mutant-he was my first cartoon crush.
Story below-
Pool:
Logan shook his head, One-Eye was wasting his time talking to those lifeguards; he knew exactly where everyone had been. His super smell could locate anyone on this pool area, his nose soon lock in on Rogue's sweet scent. Rogue always smelled like rose petals shower in spring rain, all Logan had to do was follow that scent.
By now people had become aware of what he was doing; Logan sold them a white lie about losing some money. That scared them off, he chuckle no one like to be accuse of stealing money.
Scott trotter over "Logan, did you find anything yet?" Logan shook his head as he glided over to the bench Rogue had been sitting on. Logan sank down to a squat, he look like an animal waiting to pounce at any given moment. A new scent had come into his nostrils, a familiar scent, Logan began to softly growl.
He quickly and powerfully pushes himself up, his spine push to max as he straightens himself out. "Let's go," his voice was dripping with command, someone else had come for the dart.
"Logan, where are you going, did you find it?" Scott calls after Logan as he rapidly exited the pool. Scott stopping to thank the pool lifeguards for letting them in to look, then running as fast as he could to catch Logan. Scott was out of breath once he caught up with Logan "Logan, [deep breath] what the [deep breath] hell is [deep breath] is going on?"
"Someone came back for the dart already," Logan responded without slowly down. "It was Mystique," Logan began to slow down; the anger was boiling up inside of him. He hated Magneto for just simply being Magneto. But, most of all he loathed Magneto for what he did to Rogue. Logan care for Rogue like he would care for a little sister or maybe even a daughter. Magneto had already done enough horrible things to Rogue to last one life time; now he was going for more.
Logan's teeth clench, all he wanted was Magneto right here in front of him, so he could shred him to pieces. He would enjoy every moment of ripping Magneto apart; he wouldn't even need his claws. Just his bare hands would be needed.
Logan knew Scott had just finish mentally filling in the Professor of the information they had found. Logan shook his head in disgust, he didn't know what would hurt Rogue more; the fact that Magneto was after her again or that her precious Bobby had been hurt in the process. Logan let out a sign as he enter Scott's air condition sport car, keeping his feelings to himself. While Scott turn the key letting the engine roar to life.
Mansion:
Bobby had changed his clothes; he was now wearing his navy Weezer shirt-the one that had the band and Jim Henson's Muppets on front. Over that he had a white and blue checker long sleeve shirt, with the sleeves going all the way over the wrist. A set of dark blue jeans now hung around his legs and he finishes off the outfit with a set of sneakers and thick cotton socks. His curly locks now hung a few inches closer to his forehead.
No one notice the change in his appearance and if they did; they would just shrugged it off. There was a reason Bobby was called Iceman, they would figure he had amp his power to such a high level that he could walk around in heavier clothing. What they didn't know was that Bobby was literally freezing; he was trapped in his own personal frozen hell. He seems to have no real heat inside his body and the world was getting colder by the second.
Bobby had never experience cold before; well not from any past experience he could remember. He had always loved the cold, the feel an ice cube makes when it slides down your throat. Or how snow feels as its sprinkling down on bare cheeks; as a kid Bobby love winter over every other season. All his friends whine for summer to arrive, while Bobby would get ecstatic over the first day of December.
December 12, 1993
The first day of good snow had arrived and eight-year-old Bobby was bouncing up and down just begging to get outside. His six-year-old brother Ronnie didn't see his big brother enjoyment. Ronnie always wonders what Bobby found so great about Boston's cold winter climates. Every inch of Ronnie's skin was cover in protected winter wear; he look like puffed marshmallow of shades of greens, blues, reds, and browns.
Madeline Drake made sure Ronnie's shoes were strongly fasten one last time "okay Bobby, now be can go outside," Madeline turn to an empty space where her eldest son use to be. "Bobby? Bobby where are you?"
Ronnie had notice Bobby leave the room fifteen minutes ago but decided against it. "He out there Mommy," he said calmly wanting to see how she would react, his marshmallow arm pointing to the outside.
Madeline shook her head, she didn't understand "out where Ronnie?"
"Outside with the snow," Ronnie led her to the nearest window "sees he playing with Frosty." Ronnie being six had just been able to understand about the story Frosty the snowman. And sure enough right before her coffee color eyes stood a perfect snowman with Bobby dancing around in his swim trunks.
In a flash Madeline ran outside, silently cursing at her husband William for not paying more attention to their other son. "Bobby! Robert Bradley Drake come inside this instant! Do you want to catch your death, out in this weather?" She took hold of his bicep and even through her glove hand she could feel the cold radiating off Bobby's naked skin. Madeline gave way to her anger and gave Bobby a swat on the backside; Bobby didn't understand what was going on. In his opinion he wasn't doing anything wrong, why would he need to get punish.
They had return back inside the warmth of the house, Madeline was yelling at Bobby for leaving the house in such attire, scolding William for not paying more attention to what Bobby was doing, then finally she broke down in a heap, holding Bobby tightly in her clasp. William found their heaviest quilt; he then had to pry Bobby from his mother's grasp, wrapping him in the quilt. William shooed Madeline and Ronnie outside to enjoy the snow, while he made a warm tomato soup for Bobby to eat.
Bobby didn't understand why his parents were so upset; the cold hadn't affected him he had found it quite pleasurable. Of course his parents wouldn't listen to him; they made him promise he would never pull a stunt like that again. Bobby tried to tell them, that the trunks were so he could feel the cold better, so he could control his movements better. But, all his pleas fell on deaf ears, Ronnie just laugh he found it nice that golden child Bobby was the one in trouble for once, even if it was only for a short while.
Back to present day, Bobby shudder at the memory, his parents had used that story at every social gathering he could think off. Now it would be put in the closet, just like Bobby. He knew that his family wouldn't want anyone to know, that their perfect son was a mutant. Bobby had been their pride and joy, now he would just be the son no one talked about anymore.
Luckily Boston was a big city, when the news reporters came to report on the big mutant attack story. Bobby's name had not been used; he knew it was not to protect him but, his family image. That hurt worse then anything, Bobby had always been so close with his family-not many students at the school or any mutants for that matter could say that about them.
His heart gave a leap when he saw Rogue; in his eyes she looked so beautiful with her hair in curls. Of course he thought she always looked stunning. When she reached him, Rogue gave him a quick peck on the cheek and a lengthy hug. "Hey, what's with the raise in power, we haven't reached scorching million degree temperatures yet?"
He gave her a weak smile "I like it this tempt," he lied through his teeth, however he didn't want to warn her.
"That would explain the change in attire." Rogue gave him her best interrogating look; her dimples deepen to their full extent.
"I didn't think we were to that part of the relationship where you dress me." He was avoiding the truth, its just he didn't want to make her any more worried then she already was.
"I just want to make sure you're okay, and though while we're on clothing, I've never been to fawn of those shoes." Rogue let out a light laugh before she buried her head into Bobby's chest. "I don't want to lose you" she barely whispered.
"You won't," he let out a heavy sigh, his volume changed "now lets talk about what you have against my shoes." He couldn't see it but Bobby knew Rogue was smiling.
End Chapter
Okay that it for now, I'm sorry it took so long but, I keep having computer trouble. I'm just glad it didn't happen during finals or I wouldn't be walking at graduation. I decided Bobby's favorite band is going to be Weezer in tribute to my good friend, who I will call "averagely perfect." Bobby and him are a great deal alike, they both are great guys and that all I'm going to say about that. Well turn in next time for another installment of "I'm a teenage mutant," I'm Banana Cally saying goodnight.
Sorry about that my emotions got away from me for a moment.
JoJo0: Thanks for the assistance and the hints on my writing, they really do help with everything.
Silvercross: I'm not exactly sure what you want me to do. Was your story idea that Rogue could go and control, not only the powers of the people she absorbs but, the person as well? And she did this all after like hours or days she absorbed their powers? Please clear this all up, it's a great idea-I'm just a little gray on a few things.
Okay another thing-I want to be able to write more about the other students. It is a school for mutants, so I would like to expend my character base. Could anyone be so kinds as too, tell me all about some mutants? Such as their powers, mutant names, Christian names (ones given at birth), their personalities, and so on. Thanks.
Another question: Do you think Adrian Grenier; the main guy from Drive Me Crazy could play Gambit? If not could you come up with some other actor who can play my favorite Cajun mutant, if there is a X3 I want to see Gambit in flesh not just his name on a computer screen. If you haven't guess by now, Gambit is my favorite mutant-he was my first cartoon crush.
Story below-
Pool:
Logan shook his head, One-Eye was wasting his time talking to those lifeguards; he knew exactly where everyone had been. His super smell could locate anyone on this pool area, his nose soon lock in on Rogue's sweet scent. Rogue always smelled like rose petals shower in spring rain, all Logan had to do was follow that scent.
By now people had become aware of what he was doing; Logan sold them a white lie about losing some money. That scared them off, he chuckle no one like to be accuse of stealing money.
Scott trotter over "Logan, did you find anything yet?" Logan shook his head as he glided over to the bench Rogue had been sitting on. Logan sank down to a squat, he look like an animal waiting to pounce at any given moment. A new scent had come into his nostrils, a familiar scent, Logan began to softly growl.
He quickly and powerfully pushes himself up, his spine push to max as he straightens himself out. "Let's go," his voice was dripping with command, someone else had come for the dart.
"Logan, where are you going, did you find it?" Scott calls after Logan as he rapidly exited the pool. Scott stopping to thank the pool lifeguards for letting them in to look, then running as fast as he could to catch Logan. Scott was out of breath once he caught up with Logan "Logan, [deep breath] what the [deep breath] hell is [deep breath] is going on?"
"Someone came back for the dart already," Logan responded without slowly down. "It was Mystique," Logan began to slow down; the anger was boiling up inside of him. He hated Magneto for just simply being Magneto. But, most of all he loathed Magneto for what he did to Rogue. Logan care for Rogue like he would care for a little sister or maybe even a daughter. Magneto had already done enough horrible things to Rogue to last one life time; now he was going for more.
Logan's teeth clench, all he wanted was Magneto right here in front of him, so he could shred him to pieces. He would enjoy every moment of ripping Magneto apart; he wouldn't even need his claws. Just his bare hands would be needed.
Logan knew Scott had just finish mentally filling in the Professor of the information they had found. Logan shook his head in disgust, he didn't know what would hurt Rogue more; the fact that Magneto was after her again or that her precious Bobby had been hurt in the process. Logan let out a sign as he enter Scott's air condition sport car, keeping his feelings to himself. While Scott turn the key letting the engine roar to life.
Mansion:
Bobby had changed his clothes; he was now wearing his navy Weezer shirt-the one that had the band and Jim Henson's Muppets on front. Over that he had a white and blue checker long sleeve shirt, with the sleeves going all the way over the wrist. A set of dark blue jeans now hung around his legs and he finishes off the outfit with a set of sneakers and thick cotton socks. His curly locks now hung a few inches closer to his forehead.
No one notice the change in his appearance and if they did; they would just shrugged it off. There was a reason Bobby was called Iceman, they would figure he had amp his power to such a high level that he could walk around in heavier clothing. What they didn't know was that Bobby was literally freezing; he was trapped in his own personal frozen hell. He seems to have no real heat inside his body and the world was getting colder by the second.
Bobby had never experience cold before; well not from any past experience he could remember. He had always loved the cold, the feel an ice cube makes when it slides down your throat. Or how snow feels as its sprinkling down on bare cheeks; as a kid Bobby love winter over every other season. All his friends whine for summer to arrive, while Bobby would get ecstatic over the first day of December.
December 12, 1993
The first day of good snow had arrived and eight-year-old Bobby was bouncing up and down just begging to get outside. His six-year-old brother Ronnie didn't see his big brother enjoyment. Ronnie always wonders what Bobby found so great about Boston's cold winter climates. Every inch of Ronnie's skin was cover in protected winter wear; he look like puffed marshmallow of shades of greens, blues, reds, and browns.
Madeline Drake made sure Ronnie's shoes were strongly fasten one last time "okay Bobby, now be can go outside," Madeline turn to an empty space where her eldest son use to be. "Bobby? Bobby where are you?"
Ronnie had notice Bobby leave the room fifteen minutes ago but decided against it. "He out there Mommy," he said calmly wanting to see how she would react, his marshmallow arm pointing to the outside.
Madeline shook her head, she didn't understand "out where Ronnie?"
"Outside with the snow," Ronnie led her to the nearest window "sees he playing with Frosty." Ronnie being six had just been able to understand about the story Frosty the snowman. And sure enough right before her coffee color eyes stood a perfect snowman with Bobby dancing around in his swim trunks.
In a flash Madeline ran outside, silently cursing at her husband William for not paying more attention to their other son. "Bobby! Robert Bradley Drake come inside this instant! Do you want to catch your death, out in this weather?" She took hold of his bicep and even through her glove hand she could feel the cold radiating off Bobby's naked skin. Madeline gave way to her anger and gave Bobby a swat on the backside; Bobby didn't understand what was going on. In his opinion he wasn't doing anything wrong, why would he need to get punish.
They had return back inside the warmth of the house, Madeline was yelling at Bobby for leaving the house in such attire, scolding William for not paying more attention to what Bobby was doing, then finally she broke down in a heap, holding Bobby tightly in her clasp. William found their heaviest quilt; he then had to pry Bobby from his mother's grasp, wrapping him in the quilt. William shooed Madeline and Ronnie outside to enjoy the snow, while he made a warm tomato soup for Bobby to eat.
Bobby didn't understand why his parents were so upset; the cold hadn't affected him he had found it quite pleasurable. Of course his parents wouldn't listen to him; they made him promise he would never pull a stunt like that again. Bobby tried to tell them, that the trunks were so he could feel the cold better, so he could control his movements better. But, all his pleas fell on deaf ears, Ronnie just laugh he found it nice that golden child Bobby was the one in trouble for once, even if it was only for a short while.
Back to present day, Bobby shudder at the memory, his parents had used that story at every social gathering he could think off. Now it would be put in the closet, just like Bobby. He knew that his family wouldn't want anyone to know, that their perfect son was a mutant. Bobby had been their pride and joy, now he would just be the son no one talked about anymore.
Luckily Boston was a big city, when the news reporters came to report on the big mutant attack story. Bobby's name had not been used; he knew it was not to protect him but, his family image. That hurt worse then anything, Bobby had always been so close with his family-not many students at the school or any mutants for that matter could say that about them.
His heart gave a leap when he saw Rogue; in his eyes she looked so beautiful with her hair in curls. Of course he thought she always looked stunning. When she reached him, Rogue gave him a quick peck on the cheek and a lengthy hug. "Hey, what's with the raise in power, we haven't reached scorching million degree temperatures yet?"
He gave her a weak smile "I like it this tempt," he lied through his teeth, however he didn't want to warn her.
"That would explain the change in attire." Rogue gave him her best interrogating look; her dimples deepen to their full extent.
"I didn't think we were to that part of the relationship where you dress me." He was avoiding the truth, its just he didn't want to make her any more worried then she already was.
"I just want to make sure you're okay, and though while we're on clothing, I've never been to fawn of those shoes." Rogue let out a light laugh before she buried her head into Bobby's chest. "I don't want to lose you" she barely whispered.
"You won't," he let out a heavy sigh, his volume changed "now lets talk about what you have against my shoes." He couldn't see it but Bobby knew Rogue was smiling.
End Chapter
Okay that it for now, I'm sorry it took so long but, I keep having computer trouble. I'm just glad it didn't happen during finals or I wouldn't be walking at graduation. I decided Bobby's favorite band is going to be Weezer in tribute to my good friend, who I will call "averagely perfect." Bobby and him are a great deal alike, they both are great guys and that all I'm going to say about that. Well turn in next time for another installment of "I'm a teenage mutant," I'm Banana Cally saying goodnight.