Here comes Chapter Five: Revelation
Ash Wolv: Thanks for the character information; it will come quiet handy in my next couple of chapters.
Hey, the cartoon X-Men: Evolution-who else dislikes that Jean and Scott are made into teenagers?
Story Below-
Magneto's Hideout:
Erik was twirling a dozen silver balls in the air; his mind made them flip through the air like a knife would slip through butter. "Hello, Senator Kelly, what do I owe this honor?" A mechanical chuckle could be heard, and then what sounded like a vacuum sucking at the open air. There stood Mystique, her dark sapphire skin seems to be glowing with self pride. "Dear, what happen to make you, to make you glow like a fluoresce light bulb?"
"Oh am I glowing," she sounded smug "I just had a really good day at the office. You know being a Senator is really not that hard, anyone could fill the occupation." She artfully draped herself into one of the cold metal chairs that stood in front of his desk.
"Must be why, there are so many fools in the political department. I am glad for you my dear, that you have found something that makes you happy." His voice deepens, lowering to a pitch of uncertain terrain "what do you think of my plan?"
"It has its risks Erik, but I think the result will be well worth the trouble."
"My dear girl, that is not what I asked," his voice harden, she knew that voice. It was the one; it was the voice he used when he was waiting to pounce on his prey. No, matter how many years, Mystique knew Magneto- she always loved the hatred brewing in his heart. But, when his voice reaches that level, an ounce of fear began to dwell in her mind.
She knew it was time to answer truthfully "to be honest Erik, I'm not sure about the operation procedures. I'm mean look how the infection went, Pyro blotch up the whole thing. He wanted to protect his precious Rogue, that idiot infected that Robby boy instead. He is a danger to us Erik, look how he blotched up a simple task. I'm mean really what, do we do with him, if he can't even hit the correct target."
"Oh, but my darling he completed the mission magnificently." Magneto's mouths muscles were curving in to a lax smile, it made him look even more dangerous-like a wolf who about to show you his teeth, before he devours you whole.
Mystique's stomach suddenly found its way to her feet, she stood up. Her legs made only off jello, frighten she took hold of the metal table for support "Erik, what do you mean?"
"Rogue is not the intended patient, I planned for my serum. Pyro hit his mark right on target, my patient is-what was his name again. Oh, yes that right. Iceman aka Bobby Drake or I think the name you Christian him my dear was Robby," his voice became more coarse and thick "surprise?"
Water droplets against the stone windows echo lonely in the still air.
Mansion-Library:
Storm love the library, to be surrounded by all that knowledge was exhilarating. Kurt shares her love for the written word and many afternoons after they were done teaching-they would come into the library. Chatting on current events, sharing stories over an adventure with a student, they had even dove deep into their past and began to revel their hidden childhood secrets to each other.
Both of their faces show signs of worry, they had heard no new news on the Bobby problem. Logan and Scott were not back yet, and the Professor and Hank had gone into the Professor's office, closing the door shut on the outside world.
Storm's voice was filled with anger, "what kind of man does this?" She didn't wait for Kurt's response "I tell you, a horrible-evil man who wants everyone to suffer as he sits back and watches the devastation. Those two don't deserve this, is there no place where we can be safe?" Kurt couldn't response to her question, so he did the next best thing-he gave her a hug.
"God will look over us, he knows our pain." he spoke softly, not wanting to alarm her.
"God? How could he know the pain that we go through?" Her voice was bitter, overflowing with built up hatred and discrimination as she pull away from his embrace "I don't know how you can believe in something so-"
"Real. I know you don't share my belief in God, Ororo, but I have found peace with my beliefs. That is what I know, that is what I believe. I know there are people in the world who fear me, even hate me. But I will not give into their hatred. For I remember a quote, I once heard. "When you hate, the only one who suffers is you. Because half the people you hate, don't know it and the other half don't care." I know people are repelled by my appearance and my abilities. I can either prove them right by replying with violence or I can be peaceful and let them find out they were wrong about me. Besides I find that being anger all the time, drains me of my energy."
Storm lifts her chin higher as if she was trying to prove her toughness, but he could see that in her eyes, she was wounded.
Mansion-Rec Room:
Cheers and shouts could be heard from the rec/den/family room. A crowd was center around two sets of furniture; Kitty was sitting on one chair or she was actually in one of them. Peter was lifting a large couch up into the air. They were being timed, on who could stay in the position longer. The contest was sort of rigged, Kitty pass through objects with a breeze and Peter could lift a small house if he wanted it badly enough.
The students were bored and the contest was more testing-who could keep their contestation over their power longer with all the noise around them.
To be truthful Kitty, didn't like to stay in objects very long, it always made her feel funny afterwards. Peter might be made of all muscle but, the body does tend to weaken after some time of use.
Without any teachers to stop them, the children had some what revolted. The Professor and the other seem to be busy with some assignment.
No, one knew how serious Bobby's condition really was, there were doubt and suspicions, however it was just another mystery.
Xavier was so busy trying to tap into Erik's mind-afterwards he was overcame with exhaustion; he didn't think to look into Bobby's mind. Erik was counting on his old friend, quickness not to see the real truth.
Bobby didn't mind, he didn't want to be the root of any trouble. All he wanted to do at the moment was hold Rogue's glove hand and bet five bucks on Kitty.
Ash Wolv: Thanks for the character information; it will come quiet handy in my next couple of chapters.
Hey, the cartoon X-Men: Evolution-who else dislikes that Jean and Scott are made into teenagers?
Story Below-
Magneto's Hideout:
Erik was twirling a dozen silver balls in the air; his mind made them flip through the air like a knife would slip through butter. "Hello, Senator Kelly, what do I owe this honor?" A mechanical chuckle could be heard, and then what sounded like a vacuum sucking at the open air. There stood Mystique, her dark sapphire skin seems to be glowing with self pride. "Dear, what happen to make you, to make you glow like a fluoresce light bulb?"
"Oh am I glowing," she sounded smug "I just had a really good day at the office. You know being a Senator is really not that hard, anyone could fill the occupation." She artfully draped herself into one of the cold metal chairs that stood in front of his desk.
"Must be why, there are so many fools in the political department. I am glad for you my dear, that you have found something that makes you happy." His voice deepens, lowering to a pitch of uncertain terrain "what do you think of my plan?"
"It has its risks Erik, but I think the result will be well worth the trouble."
"My dear girl, that is not what I asked," his voice harden, she knew that voice. It was the one; it was the voice he used when he was waiting to pounce on his prey. No, matter how many years, Mystique knew Magneto- she always loved the hatred brewing in his heart. But, when his voice reaches that level, an ounce of fear began to dwell in her mind.
She knew it was time to answer truthfully "to be honest Erik, I'm not sure about the operation procedures. I'm mean look how the infection went, Pyro blotch up the whole thing. He wanted to protect his precious Rogue, that idiot infected that Robby boy instead. He is a danger to us Erik, look how he blotched up a simple task. I'm mean really what, do we do with him, if he can't even hit the correct target."
"Oh, but my darling he completed the mission magnificently." Magneto's mouths muscles were curving in to a lax smile, it made him look even more dangerous-like a wolf who about to show you his teeth, before he devours you whole.
Mystique's stomach suddenly found its way to her feet, she stood up. Her legs made only off jello, frighten she took hold of the metal table for support "Erik, what do you mean?"
"Rogue is not the intended patient, I planned for my serum. Pyro hit his mark right on target, my patient is-what was his name again. Oh, yes that right. Iceman aka Bobby Drake or I think the name you Christian him my dear was Robby," his voice became more coarse and thick "surprise?"
Water droplets against the stone windows echo lonely in the still air.
Mansion-Library:
Storm love the library, to be surrounded by all that knowledge was exhilarating. Kurt shares her love for the written word and many afternoons after they were done teaching-they would come into the library. Chatting on current events, sharing stories over an adventure with a student, they had even dove deep into their past and began to revel their hidden childhood secrets to each other.
Both of their faces show signs of worry, they had heard no new news on the Bobby problem. Logan and Scott were not back yet, and the Professor and Hank had gone into the Professor's office, closing the door shut on the outside world.
Storm's voice was filled with anger, "what kind of man does this?" She didn't wait for Kurt's response "I tell you, a horrible-evil man who wants everyone to suffer as he sits back and watches the devastation. Those two don't deserve this, is there no place where we can be safe?" Kurt couldn't response to her question, so he did the next best thing-he gave her a hug.
"God will look over us, he knows our pain." he spoke softly, not wanting to alarm her.
"God? How could he know the pain that we go through?" Her voice was bitter, overflowing with built up hatred and discrimination as she pull away from his embrace "I don't know how you can believe in something so-"
"Real. I know you don't share my belief in God, Ororo, but I have found peace with my beliefs. That is what I know, that is what I believe. I know there are people in the world who fear me, even hate me. But I will not give into their hatred. For I remember a quote, I once heard. "When you hate, the only one who suffers is you. Because half the people you hate, don't know it and the other half don't care." I know people are repelled by my appearance and my abilities. I can either prove them right by replying with violence or I can be peaceful and let them find out they were wrong about me. Besides I find that being anger all the time, drains me of my energy."
Storm lifts her chin higher as if she was trying to prove her toughness, but he could see that in her eyes, she was wounded.
Mansion-Rec Room:
Cheers and shouts could be heard from the rec/den/family room. A crowd was center around two sets of furniture; Kitty was sitting on one chair or she was actually in one of them. Peter was lifting a large couch up into the air. They were being timed, on who could stay in the position longer. The contest was sort of rigged, Kitty pass through objects with a breeze and Peter could lift a small house if he wanted it badly enough.
The students were bored and the contest was more testing-who could keep their contestation over their power longer with all the noise around them.
To be truthful Kitty, didn't like to stay in objects very long, it always made her feel funny afterwards. Peter might be made of all muscle but, the body does tend to weaken after some time of use.
Without any teachers to stop them, the children had some what revolted. The Professor and the other seem to be busy with some assignment.
No, one knew how serious Bobby's condition really was, there were doubt and suspicions, however it was just another mystery.
Xavier was so busy trying to tap into Erik's mind-afterwards he was overcame with exhaustion; he didn't think to look into Bobby's mind. Erik was counting on his old friend, quickness not to see the real truth.
Bobby didn't mind, he didn't want to be the root of any trouble. All he wanted to do at the moment was hold Rogue's glove hand and bet five bucks on Kitty.