Chapter Uno --- I own jack squat. Except for the original characters I have
stuffed in here. My first fan fiction, don't hate, okay? LMAO. R&R.
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Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and the wind blew her hair, and whipped her face. The storms grew stronger as her anger rose. No one knew why. The rest of the X-Men stood around her, afraid to harm their once friend. They looked at each other, as if daring one another to use their power, to try and save their beloved friend from crossing over to the dark side.
Cyclops took the challenge, his hand slowly rose to his visor and he blasted Storm, who in turn, grew furious and struck him with thunder. Jean ran to his side, protecting him from any more harm.
"It'll be okay, Scott," she said telepathically, "Trust me."
Cyclops tried getting up but Jean wouldn't let him, "It's not safe! I won't let you be so foolish," she yelled.
"I must try and help her! I can't just let her do this," he looked determined.
Storm laughed loudly and it rang in their ears, "You foolish children, I know what you are capable of. If you think you can defeat me, you are gravely mistaken."
But he wasn't fazed, instead he stood tall, ready to take aim at what in his head, was an empty shell of his old friend. He turned his visor to full power, hoping the impact will sustain her.
Cyclops suddenly felt himself being levitated into the air and quickly thrown back into a wall. Jean.
"What are you doing!? You can't do that; are you trying to kill her?"
"No, but if you haven't noticed, she's trying to kill us and no one is doing anything about it, except stand around and gape."
Nightcrawler spoke up, "Sorry to disrupt you two, but I can teleport Rogue up to Storm so she can take some of her power, like she did before."
"It's too dangerous," Cyclops argued. ".But we have no other choice."
"I can help steady you two so the storm won't affect you as much but I can only do so much."
Nightcrawler nodded, afraid of what he has gotten himself into. "I can't wimp out now. There are lives at stake."
He teleported Rogue and himself up to Storm, who seemed to have been expecting their arrival.
"How nice of you to visit." The winds quickened, Nightcrawler and Rogue were falling, 30 feet off the ground.
Jean used all her concentration to steady the falling X-Men. She felt herself getting weaker but she couldn't let her friends down. Cyclops tried sending blasts up to Storm to try and distract her but she knew better then to be fooled.
Nightcrawler and Rogue safely reached the ground and Jean fell to her knees, her powers weakened. They have failed.
Wolverine still lay unconscious several feet away. Shadowcat and Pyro stood beside him, as if guarding him. They looked at each other, afraid of what was to come.
Once again, Storm laughed and shouted, her voice no longer sweet and caring, "Your efforts are useless! You can't stop what's coming. Mark my words! They will consume you all."
Suddenly, the rain and winds stopped. The land was peaceful again, as if there had never been a storm. And Storm? Missing; nowhere to be found.
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Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and the wind blew her hair, and whipped her face. The storms grew stronger as her anger rose. No one knew why. The rest of the X-Men stood around her, afraid to harm their once friend. They looked at each other, as if daring one another to use their power, to try and save their beloved friend from crossing over to the dark side.
Cyclops took the challenge, his hand slowly rose to his visor and he blasted Storm, who in turn, grew furious and struck him with thunder. Jean ran to his side, protecting him from any more harm.
"It'll be okay, Scott," she said telepathically, "Trust me."
Cyclops tried getting up but Jean wouldn't let him, "It's not safe! I won't let you be so foolish," she yelled.
"I must try and help her! I can't just let her do this," he looked determined.
Storm laughed loudly and it rang in their ears, "You foolish children, I know what you are capable of. If you think you can defeat me, you are gravely mistaken."
But he wasn't fazed, instead he stood tall, ready to take aim at what in his head, was an empty shell of his old friend. He turned his visor to full power, hoping the impact will sustain her.
Cyclops suddenly felt himself being levitated into the air and quickly thrown back into a wall. Jean.
"What are you doing!? You can't do that; are you trying to kill her?"
"No, but if you haven't noticed, she's trying to kill us and no one is doing anything about it, except stand around and gape."
Nightcrawler spoke up, "Sorry to disrupt you two, but I can teleport Rogue up to Storm so she can take some of her power, like she did before."
"It's too dangerous," Cyclops argued. ".But we have no other choice."
"I can help steady you two so the storm won't affect you as much but I can only do so much."
Nightcrawler nodded, afraid of what he has gotten himself into. "I can't wimp out now. There are lives at stake."
He teleported Rogue and himself up to Storm, who seemed to have been expecting their arrival.
"How nice of you to visit." The winds quickened, Nightcrawler and Rogue were falling, 30 feet off the ground.
Jean used all her concentration to steady the falling X-Men. She felt herself getting weaker but she couldn't let her friends down. Cyclops tried sending blasts up to Storm to try and distract her but she knew better then to be fooled.
Nightcrawler and Rogue safely reached the ground and Jean fell to her knees, her powers weakened. They have failed.
Wolverine still lay unconscious several feet away. Shadowcat and Pyro stood beside him, as if guarding him. They looked at each other, afraid of what was to come.
Once again, Storm laughed and shouted, her voice no longer sweet and caring, "Your efforts are useless! You can't stop what's coming. Mark my words! They will consume you all."
Suddenly, the rain and winds stopped. The land was peaceful again, as if there had never been a storm. And Storm? Missing; nowhere to be found.