Disclaimer; X-men is not mine!!! I wish it was, but none of this stuff is
my invention. Harry Potter was thought up by J.K Rowling so I don't even
own Sirius and Dumbledore.
Hi people, this is my first ever X-men fic and I've only been interested in them for a while, but the obsession has taken over! I spend all my time thinking about it! So to let all my x-men-ainia out, I though I'd write a fanfic. Hope you enjoy it.
Rabid Wolves
Chapter 1
Rogue tossed from side to side in her large double bed, Bobby already fast asleep, gave her no comfort. She couldn't get to sleep. Glancing at her bedside alarm clock she saw the neon green 'twelve' flashing at her. With a groan she pulled on her black slippers and gown and drooped, tired into the kitchen, she was never going to get some sleep at this rate, so she might as well have a hot cocoa and a biscuit.
Along the corridor she heard a noise. Then Silence. Maria was too alert after years of moving about to put it down to the imagination, with her body tense she headed in the direction of the sound. She stood behind a pillar, and was shocked at the sight before her eyes. A young tanned boy with long black messy hair, tatty pale blue jeans and a baggy black top was wondering around Xavier's school for Mutants. Gripped in his tight grip was a long stick of wood which he randomly waved around, edgy and nervous she could see the perspiration trickling down his forehead. Maria knew never to underestimate a mutant's power, but since Pyro's disappearance, there had been no sign of Magneto, and the teenager did not look the evil type. Throwing caution aside she stepped out and spoke, "Hello, Are you lost?" Flying backwards she flew a few feet as sparks emitted out of his hand! "Who are you, what has happened?" was the boys quick reply advancing on her like a lion on his first hunt. Rogue got up and dusted her hands and tried to speak calmly. He was only a lad, he needed to be looked after. Placing her gloved arms on his shoulder she guided him to the kitchen, speaking quietly, "I am Maria or Rogue. What is your name? Do you want the professor's help? This is Xavier's school for Mutants, but I assume you already know that." The boy had accepted her hand once he had seen the moonlight shine on her face. Seeing that she didn't look to bad, and sounded pretty friendly, he agreed to follow her, but at the word 'mutants' the lad recoiled, "Mutants, like, Mutated?" "Does our kind have a different name where you come from?" Rogue asked, handed him a cold chocolate milkshake which he drank after a quick suspicious sniff. He answered her questions quietly, glancing at her searching for a 'mutation.' "I am Sirius Black." He said hesitantly, "I don't know what you mean by mutants, do you mean people with magic powers? I don't understand where I am." Sirius felt a firm arm grip his limb tightly in a menacing grip. he struggled to release himself and found three long, deadly claws staring into his face. Yet what really got his pulse quickening was that the knives came out of this guy's knuckles. With the loose arm the boy fumbled in his jean pocket in an attempt to pull out his wand, but the monster's right arm moved to stop him. Without slackening the grip, the fearsome man spoke gruffly, "Y'alright there Rogue?" "I'm fine," she snapped back, "Sirius and I were having an interesting conversation, so if you mind not killing him yet." The sarcasm in her voice had a steel edge to it. Obliging Wolverine's knives slid back into his body as the boy's eyes leapt right out of his head. "D-d-did he j-just do that?" Wolverine grinned, "Me? Oh, yeah, I'm Wolverine. I have unbreakable bones and healing power as well as those claws. What's your mutant power?" Shakily, without moving his eyes from the size of the rippling muscles Sirius returned, "I think mine is a little different. I can change form." "MYSTIQUE!"" cried Wolverine furiously. "Nooooo," said Sirius as one speaking to an imbecile, "That's not my name. I'm Sirius." Then before their very eyes the boy began to shrink, the hair on his arms grew longer, thick and matted and his teeth became pointed and canine. The eyes changed to a furious bloodshot yellow and he fell onto four feet, now padded, with claws of his own! The hair, still growing turned a darker brown colour and the nose changed to a damp dark snout. All this happened so rapidly the spectators had little time to comprehend what was going on. In seconds the transformation was complete - Sirius was a dog. Rogue was astonished, never, of all the mutants she had seen, had she seen one whom became an animal. Mystique certainly had always favoured a human morph, if she had been able to do animals, she could have got herself in as a flea. Yet Logan remained unimpressed, bending over he leant and picked up Sirius' wand from the pile of crumpled clothes that fell off when he morphed. "What's this?" he sneered, "The stick for the dog to catch?" Reaching back about to throw it he was shocked to find a pair of canines stuck into the side of his hand. The claws wouldn't help him because they were at the wrong angle. Crimson blood dripping down, Wolverine grimaced in pain, yet as soon a Sirius released his grip the wound began to heal. He hunched over ready to leap again with the wand now firmly clasped between his teeth. "Ha! A bit fierce, eh?"" laughed Lagan, but at least didn't try to pet the dog. Rogue did though, as Sirius growled contentedly. "Well, I expect you want to return to your own shape in private. I'll get you a pair of PJs, and find you your own room." Leaving a bewildered Logan behind she lead the obedient animal at her heels. Logan turned on his heel and headed smartly back to his own room. Just when he had been getting Rogue's attention, some dog came along and took his place. Come on he's a kid, too young surely. "Whereas I'm too old," he murmured, taking one last puff at his cigar and turning in for the night. Dressed in a pair of silk black pyjamas, Sirius lay in a large comfortable bed, his mind going over the past events. This was certainly not what he'd been expecting.
It had started the year after he left Hogwarts, he had taken a gap year out to travel around the world for a bit. Staying in Saudi Arabia in a one man tent, his parched owl had tapped him on the shoulder. When he opened the letter he had been shocked - it was from Dumbledore. Dumbledore never sent the students letters, what was going on? This is what it said
'Dear Master Sirius Black,
At the moment I can see trouble brewing in our world. Yet as I have been going through ancient documents I have become more and more convinced that this isn't the only world. I have found theories and proof that suggest there are several parallel worlds. There will be one of you and me and everyone in each Earth. Some have magic everywhere - no muggles exist whereas some have no magic at all. Others I cannot understand, something seems to have replaced the magic. I know that you are looking for something to do, would you be willing to enter a brave new world for me? Signed Albus Dumbledore'
It was so surprising, other worlds? Well, if Dumbledore said they existed they must. In a few minutes his small pack was fastened and he arrived in Dumbledore's recreational house. A small cottage in the North of Wales, that was more of a library than a house. When asking why he had been chosen Dumbledore's strange comment had been that, "You have a few rare gifts that may come in useful." It was almost as if he knew about the morphing. Sirius had then been shown a large wall made up of mirrors, looking through them Sirius could see many different places, it was like looking through a crystal ball. Dumbledore explained that meeting yourself would be a little tricky so to avoid problems Master Black was to arrive in America, a country so far he had not visited. The spell took many days to prepare and the potion itself was contained inside an emerald phial. The return spell was in a ruby one. His mission to assess the difference and return when he wished. Putting himself into the hands of the, sorry a world's greatest wizard he had jumped into the fire.
So far it had been so. Different. Magic. Where Wolverine's claws a type of magic? What could Rogue do? This place may not be hope, but he met the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. With his minds eyes still fixed on the image of a slender girl with two white streaks in her hair, sleep swept over him like an ocean wave as he sank in an abyss of dreams.
A/N; okay it's not much I know, but it will progress, please review!!! Even if it's to tell me I did everything wrong1!!
Hi people, this is my first ever X-men fic and I've only been interested in them for a while, but the obsession has taken over! I spend all my time thinking about it! So to let all my x-men-ainia out, I though I'd write a fanfic. Hope you enjoy it.
Rabid Wolves
Chapter 1
Rogue tossed from side to side in her large double bed, Bobby already fast asleep, gave her no comfort. She couldn't get to sleep. Glancing at her bedside alarm clock she saw the neon green 'twelve' flashing at her. With a groan she pulled on her black slippers and gown and drooped, tired into the kitchen, she was never going to get some sleep at this rate, so she might as well have a hot cocoa and a biscuit.
Along the corridor she heard a noise. Then Silence. Maria was too alert after years of moving about to put it down to the imagination, with her body tense she headed in the direction of the sound. She stood behind a pillar, and was shocked at the sight before her eyes. A young tanned boy with long black messy hair, tatty pale blue jeans and a baggy black top was wondering around Xavier's school for Mutants. Gripped in his tight grip was a long stick of wood which he randomly waved around, edgy and nervous she could see the perspiration trickling down his forehead. Maria knew never to underestimate a mutant's power, but since Pyro's disappearance, there had been no sign of Magneto, and the teenager did not look the evil type. Throwing caution aside she stepped out and spoke, "Hello, Are you lost?" Flying backwards she flew a few feet as sparks emitted out of his hand! "Who are you, what has happened?" was the boys quick reply advancing on her like a lion on his first hunt. Rogue got up and dusted her hands and tried to speak calmly. He was only a lad, he needed to be looked after. Placing her gloved arms on his shoulder she guided him to the kitchen, speaking quietly, "I am Maria or Rogue. What is your name? Do you want the professor's help? This is Xavier's school for Mutants, but I assume you already know that." The boy had accepted her hand once he had seen the moonlight shine on her face. Seeing that she didn't look to bad, and sounded pretty friendly, he agreed to follow her, but at the word 'mutants' the lad recoiled, "Mutants, like, Mutated?" "Does our kind have a different name where you come from?" Rogue asked, handed him a cold chocolate milkshake which he drank after a quick suspicious sniff. He answered her questions quietly, glancing at her searching for a 'mutation.' "I am Sirius Black." He said hesitantly, "I don't know what you mean by mutants, do you mean people with magic powers? I don't understand where I am." Sirius felt a firm arm grip his limb tightly in a menacing grip. he struggled to release himself and found three long, deadly claws staring into his face. Yet what really got his pulse quickening was that the knives came out of this guy's knuckles. With the loose arm the boy fumbled in his jean pocket in an attempt to pull out his wand, but the monster's right arm moved to stop him. Without slackening the grip, the fearsome man spoke gruffly, "Y'alright there Rogue?" "I'm fine," she snapped back, "Sirius and I were having an interesting conversation, so if you mind not killing him yet." The sarcasm in her voice had a steel edge to it. Obliging Wolverine's knives slid back into his body as the boy's eyes leapt right out of his head. "D-d-did he j-just do that?" Wolverine grinned, "Me? Oh, yeah, I'm Wolverine. I have unbreakable bones and healing power as well as those claws. What's your mutant power?" Shakily, without moving his eyes from the size of the rippling muscles Sirius returned, "I think mine is a little different. I can change form." "MYSTIQUE!"" cried Wolverine furiously. "Nooooo," said Sirius as one speaking to an imbecile, "That's not my name. I'm Sirius." Then before their very eyes the boy began to shrink, the hair on his arms grew longer, thick and matted and his teeth became pointed and canine. The eyes changed to a furious bloodshot yellow and he fell onto four feet, now padded, with claws of his own! The hair, still growing turned a darker brown colour and the nose changed to a damp dark snout. All this happened so rapidly the spectators had little time to comprehend what was going on. In seconds the transformation was complete - Sirius was a dog. Rogue was astonished, never, of all the mutants she had seen, had she seen one whom became an animal. Mystique certainly had always favoured a human morph, if she had been able to do animals, she could have got herself in as a flea. Yet Logan remained unimpressed, bending over he leant and picked up Sirius' wand from the pile of crumpled clothes that fell off when he morphed. "What's this?" he sneered, "The stick for the dog to catch?" Reaching back about to throw it he was shocked to find a pair of canines stuck into the side of his hand. The claws wouldn't help him because they were at the wrong angle. Crimson blood dripping down, Wolverine grimaced in pain, yet as soon a Sirius released his grip the wound began to heal. He hunched over ready to leap again with the wand now firmly clasped between his teeth. "Ha! A bit fierce, eh?"" laughed Lagan, but at least didn't try to pet the dog. Rogue did though, as Sirius growled contentedly. "Well, I expect you want to return to your own shape in private. I'll get you a pair of PJs, and find you your own room." Leaving a bewildered Logan behind she lead the obedient animal at her heels. Logan turned on his heel and headed smartly back to his own room. Just when he had been getting Rogue's attention, some dog came along and took his place. Come on he's a kid, too young surely. "Whereas I'm too old," he murmured, taking one last puff at his cigar and turning in for the night. Dressed in a pair of silk black pyjamas, Sirius lay in a large comfortable bed, his mind going over the past events. This was certainly not what he'd been expecting.
It had started the year after he left Hogwarts, he had taken a gap year out to travel around the world for a bit. Staying in Saudi Arabia in a one man tent, his parched owl had tapped him on the shoulder. When he opened the letter he had been shocked - it was from Dumbledore. Dumbledore never sent the students letters, what was going on? This is what it said
'Dear Master Sirius Black,
At the moment I can see trouble brewing in our world. Yet as I have been going through ancient documents I have become more and more convinced that this isn't the only world. I have found theories and proof that suggest there are several parallel worlds. There will be one of you and me and everyone in each Earth. Some have magic everywhere - no muggles exist whereas some have no magic at all. Others I cannot understand, something seems to have replaced the magic. I know that you are looking for something to do, would you be willing to enter a brave new world for me? Signed Albus Dumbledore'
It was so surprising, other worlds? Well, if Dumbledore said they existed they must. In a few minutes his small pack was fastened and he arrived in Dumbledore's recreational house. A small cottage in the North of Wales, that was more of a library than a house. When asking why he had been chosen Dumbledore's strange comment had been that, "You have a few rare gifts that may come in useful." It was almost as if he knew about the morphing. Sirius had then been shown a large wall made up of mirrors, looking through them Sirius could see many different places, it was like looking through a crystal ball. Dumbledore explained that meeting yourself would be a little tricky so to avoid problems Master Black was to arrive in America, a country so far he had not visited. The spell took many days to prepare and the potion itself was contained inside an emerald phial. The return spell was in a ruby one. His mission to assess the difference and return when he wished. Putting himself into the hands of the, sorry a world's greatest wizard he had jumped into the fire.
So far it had been so. Different. Magic. Where Wolverine's claws a type of magic? What could Rogue do? This place may not be hope, but he met the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. With his minds eyes still fixed on the image of a slender girl with two white streaks in her hair, sleep swept over him like an ocean wave as he sank in an abyss of dreams.
A/N; okay it's not much I know, but it will progress, please review!!! Even if it's to tell me I did everything wrong1!!