"The Mage" - Writer2Bpoet
--"Manifest Destiny"-
Author's Notes: I would really love it, if any and all people reading any of my work could R&R, just please, no flaming. Critique, yes. By all means give me the brutal truth, but do not come out and tell me "You suck". Cause seriously, that really does suck.
Disclaimer: No, I do not yet in any way own or have any right what-so-ever to claim ownership of any of the characters, except those that I decide to bring in on my own (Allen, his friends, and what-not), they all belong to the corporations. But maybe I'll buy enough rights someday, when I am a brilliant and famous author in my own right, so that I can make some sort of series spin-offs that are all my own. Probably not, though, cause spin- offs suck after a while. Recap: do not own rights to X-Men Evolution, Star Trek, or any other series that may be mentioned.
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-Two hours after Cerebro's alert, Briefing Room, Xavier Institute-
Professor Xavier waits until everyone is seated and quiet before speaking. "X-Men, earlier this morning, Cerebro alerted me to the appearance of another mutant. A 16-year old boy by the name of Allen Terance."
Rogue, who was sitting near the back of the room, hadn't been paying too much attention until mention of the word "boy". She snickered. "What kind of a name is 'Allen Terance'?"
Kurt couldn't help but grin at her remark. Appearances aside, he still considered Rogue to be a sister, even though she had not yet actually come out and admit it. Part of him could never really forgive her for destroying Mystique's statue (he still believed that his mother could have been saved), but he was stating to get over the hurt. "And vhat kind of a name iz 'Rogue'?"
Rogue flashed him a warning glance, but subsided at some of the chuckles from around the table.
Scott spoke next. "So where to this time, Professor?"
"I was about to get to that," the Professor stated as he glanced over at Rogue and Kurt. He pressed a button on the table in front of him, and a holographic map was projected of the target site. "It's a medium sized city in California called Altos Verdes. I've been using Cerebro to try and keep track of the boy, but he seems to have fallen off the map again. The brief reading that Cerebro was able to get of the boy was, let's say, enigmatic. For the most part, I am not sure as to whether or not he is even aware of his powers yet, so that is why I want you to take this one slowly."
Jean spoke up next, "Professor, I can understand the need for patience if the circumstances are as fragile as you say, but, what exactly do you mean by 'enigmatic'?"
"I am glad you asked. With many of you, I always had an idea of what to expect. That is to say, Cerebro was always able to get a proper reading of your abilities. But a few mutants, one such case being Wanda, manifested abilities that couldn't be well identified at first. As it is, I never followed up on Wanda or Pietro, because I was well aware of their family heritage. It was a mistake that I shall regret. But I will not make that mistake again."
The Professor looked around the room as if considering something. "I, myself was considering going, but there is further business here that I must look after. Cyclops, I would like you and Jean to lead this one. Take whomever you think would do best. Logan, I'll need you here to look after the school, and keep an eye on things. Kurt, I want to make some adjustments to your Holo-Inducer, and as you can't exactly go into public without drawing the wrong attention, you'll have to stay here as well. Storm, I'll need you, and a couple of the other students to take a message for me to the Moorlocks. It's time we brought them into closer ties with the school. Good luck to everyone. Dismissed." With that, the Professor wheeled out of the room.
"Ah, man!" Kurt exclaimed. "I'm grounded!"
"No, you aren't, Kurt," Kitty tried to console. "You're just.not allowed to leave the grounds."
"Yup," Iceman nodded, "that's sounds like a grounding to me." Kitty shook her head, and scowled at him. "What?!"
"Knock it off, you guys," said Cyclops, taking command. "Alright, we got a job to do. Bisurker, Magmara, you two will accompany Storm, and put on your best behavior, we don't want to scare away Spike and the Moorlocks." Scott looked around the rest of the room. He wanted experience on this assignment. "Okay then, with Kurt out of it for the time being-"
Kurt shook his head at this and muttered what sounded like, "Vun-de- bagh" under his breathe, before Teleporting out of the room.
"-that means Jean and I will be taking ShadowKat, Rogue, Iceman, and Jubilee. You guys feel up to it?"
Jubilee threw her arms above her head and gave out a "Yes!" more out of excitement than an answer. While Iceman made an exclamation about, "Sunny California, here I come." The other three or so younger students all gave loud sighs, and moans, as they'd be spending the day doing whatever.
"Fine, now that that's settled with, we've got to suit up, and prep the-"
"Scott," interrupted Jean. "I don't mean to burst your bubble, but aren't we going out there to introduce ourselves? Not start a war?"
"Oh, point taken," Scott shrugged, "sorry, force of habit. In that case, all selected team members get ready and meet down in the Hanger in twenty minutes."
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-Altos Verdes, about the same time as the briefing-
Allen unlocked the front door, and stepped into the house with some plastic bags in hand. He closed the door, put his keys on the hook in the hallway, and entered the living room to sort through the mix-matched items that he had gotten at the store. He started to put aside the couple of notebooks, and a package of assorted pens, but set the rest of the two bags aside, and, sitting down, turned on the television.
"-destruction left in the wakes of several tornadoes is estimated to only be in the tens of thousands. There are no serious injuries reported, and-"
Allen had flipped to another channel before the mention of any casualties, but turns in the weather were not really of interest right now. Neither were any cartoons, as he flipped past another channel. Then he hit another news broadcast.
"In other news, as more reports of mutants flood into Washington today, concerns surrounding the 'Mutant Phenomena' are raised, and many government officials are still at a loss as to what they can do about it."
The report than switched to a feed of an interview with some unrecognized Congressman: "And Congressman, what do you say about the strange 'Mutant Phenomena'?" The Congressman looks over at the camera and reporter with a very calm level look. "Well, to this new situation that our nation faces, I can only say that as long these 'mutants' are law- biding citizens, there should be no problem concerning any sort of co- existence." The reporter than tried to bring up questions concerning other violent encounters with mutants, but by that time Allen had lost interest, and had changed the channel again, mumbling about "witch hunts".
He rubbed at his temple again. His head had been throbbing since he had woken a couple of hours before. The events of the night just seemed like some blur. The only concern he had right now was getting rid of this headache. He had to get to the kitchen; that was where he'd find the medicine cabinet, and some aspirin.
Looking up, Allen found himself standing in the middle of the kitchen. He didn't even remember walking into the room. He shook his head. He had suddenly felt a bit dizzy. He got into the cabinet and started rummaging around. He couldn't find the bottle of aspirin, and wondered when the last time anyone had used any. He couldn't think straight, and not for the first time in the last week, wondered why he didn't have a hypospray, like they do on Star Trek. With exception to the fact, that it would be a different timeframe, not to mention it all being a work of fiction.
His hand gripped on something cylindrical, and he only caught a glimpse of what looked like the type of medical hypospray that he had seen so many times on the ST shows, right before he dropped it. The device hit the floor, and rolled a few inches before it stopped, and a moment later disappeared.
Allen shook his head. 'This cannot be happening. It is impossible.' He decided to for go the aspirin, and thought that laying down would be better. He went back to the living room, and sat down again. He was definitely feeling tired enough to fall asleep.
Allen startled awake as he heard the doorbell ring a second time. He had fallen asleep in the chair, and not even realized it. He still felt drowsy, but nothing that answering the door would make difficult. He walked into the entry hall, as he heard some people talking quietly on the porch. He distinctly heard three voices. One of the girls' voices, definitely young, and on just this side of being too high-pitched was talking.
"-even think that he's still here. Was the Professor sure?"
She was answered by a fairly deep voice, a guy, who sounded like he was used to being in charge. "Well, the worst that can happen is that he isn't even here, and we just wait someplace in town for him to resurface. In any case, the Professor said that this was the last place that this kid's-"
Allen had decided to open the door by now, and had cut off the speaker. He hesitated when he opened the door, remembering that he was supposed to look through the peephole, but after a second of looking at whom the speaker was finally asked, slowly, "Hello, can I help you?"
The guy who had been speaking was tall, with dark hair, a very set face, and he was wearing.red-tinted sunglasses. The guy was also wearing a light green sweatshirt. Allen couldn't help pity the guy. He was definitely wearing the wrong type of clothing for September in Southern California. The girl who answered him though, also tall, but with reddish hair, had a smooth well rounded voice. The both of them were older than Allen, they carried themselves like Seniors.
"Allen Terance? Is he here?"
Allen answered almost hesitantly. "Yeah, that's me. Umm, look if you're here to sell something, I do not believe that we are interested." Allen hated being rude, and they seemed like good people, but he directed them to the 'No Solicitors' sign next to the door. "'No Solicitors.'" He closed the door before they could get another word in. Allen had just realized that his headache was gone. A slight smile, before he started to wonder what was in the newspaper.
There was a knock at the door, though, before he took another step. He looked back at the door.
Scott had been about to say something: an introduction, a little something about mutants needing to stick together, something. Instead, all he could think was: Did this kid just close the door on us? He glanced over at Jean. She was already giving him the 'did that just happen' look.
Kitty broke the silence. "Ahh, I don't think that was a very good omen."
Jean just shrugged a bit. "Do you think we should try again?"
Scott nodded, and knocked on the door for the second time. This time, they couldn't mess up. This kid had better be worth it.
--"Manifest Destiny"-
Author's Notes: I would really love it, if any and all people reading any of my work could R&R, just please, no flaming. Critique, yes. By all means give me the brutal truth, but do not come out and tell me "You suck". Cause seriously, that really does suck.
Disclaimer: No, I do not yet in any way own or have any right what-so-ever to claim ownership of any of the characters, except those that I decide to bring in on my own (Allen, his friends, and what-not), they all belong to the corporations. But maybe I'll buy enough rights someday, when I am a brilliant and famous author in my own right, so that I can make some sort of series spin-offs that are all my own. Probably not, though, cause spin- offs suck after a while. Recap: do not own rights to X-Men Evolution, Star Trek, or any other series that may be mentioned.
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-Two hours after Cerebro's alert, Briefing Room, Xavier Institute-
Professor Xavier waits until everyone is seated and quiet before speaking. "X-Men, earlier this morning, Cerebro alerted me to the appearance of another mutant. A 16-year old boy by the name of Allen Terance."
Rogue, who was sitting near the back of the room, hadn't been paying too much attention until mention of the word "boy". She snickered. "What kind of a name is 'Allen Terance'?"
Kurt couldn't help but grin at her remark. Appearances aside, he still considered Rogue to be a sister, even though she had not yet actually come out and admit it. Part of him could never really forgive her for destroying Mystique's statue (he still believed that his mother could have been saved), but he was stating to get over the hurt. "And vhat kind of a name iz 'Rogue'?"
Rogue flashed him a warning glance, but subsided at some of the chuckles from around the table.
Scott spoke next. "So where to this time, Professor?"
"I was about to get to that," the Professor stated as he glanced over at Rogue and Kurt. He pressed a button on the table in front of him, and a holographic map was projected of the target site. "It's a medium sized city in California called Altos Verdes. I've been using Cerebro to try and keep track of the boy, but he seems to have fallen off the map again. The brief reading that Cerebro was able to get of the boy was, let's say, enigmatic. For the most part, I am not sure as to whether or not he is even aware of his powers yet, so that is why I want you to take this one slowly."
Jean spoke up next, "Professor, I can understand the need for patience if the circumstances are as fragile as you say, but, what exactly do you mean by 'enigmatic'?"
"I am glad you asked. With many of you, I always had an idea of what to expect. That is to say, Cerebro was always able to get a proper reading of your abilities. But a few mutants, one such case being Wanda, manifested abilities that couldn't be well identified at first. As it is, I never followed up on Wanda or Pietro, because I was well aware of their family heritage. It was a mistake that I shall regret. But I will not make that mistake again."
The Professor looked around the room as if considering something. "I, myself was considering going, but there is further business here that I must look after. Cyclops, I would like you and Jean to lead this one. Take whomever you think would do best. Logan, I'll need you here to look after the school, and keep an eye on things. Kurt, I want to make some adjustments to your Holo-Inducer, and as you can't exactly go into public without drawing the wrong attention, you'll have to stay here as well. Storm, I'll need you, and a couple of the other students to take a message for me to the Moorlocks. It's time we brought them into closer ties with the school. Good luck to everyone. Dismissed." With that, the Professor wheeled out of the room.
"Ah, man!" Kurt exclaimed. "I'm grounded!"
"No, you aren't, Kurt," Kitty tried to console. "You're just.not allowed to leave the grounds."
"Yup," Iceman nodded, "that's sounds like a grounding to me." Kitty shook her head, and scowled at him. "What?!"
"Knock it off, you guys," said Cyclops, taking command. "Alright, we got a job to do. Bisurker, Magmara, you two will accompany Storm, and put on your best behavior, we don't want to scare away Spike and the Moorlocks." Scott looked around the rest of the room. He wanted experience on this assignment. "Okay then, with Kurt out of it for the time being-"
Kurt shook his head at this and muttered what sounded like, "Vun-de- bagh" under his breathe, before Teleporting out of the room.
"-that means Jean and I will be taking ShadowKat, Rogue, Iceman, and Jubilee. You guys feel up to it?"
Jubilee threw her arms above her head and gave out a "Yes!" more out of excitement than an answer. While Iceman made an exclamation about, "Sunny California, here I come." The other three or so younger students all gave loud sighs, and moans, as they'd be spending the day doing whatever.
"Fine, now that that's settled with, we've got to suit up, and prep the-"
"Scott," interrupted Jean. "I don't mean to burst your bubble, but aren't we going out there to introduce ourselves? Not start a war?"
"Oh, point taken," Scott shrugged, "sorry, force of habit. In that case, all selected team members get ready and meet down in the Hanger in twenty minutes."
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-Altos Verdes, about the same time as the briefing-
Allen unlocked the front door, and stepped into the house with some plastic bags in hand. He closed the door, put his keys on the hook in the hallway, and entered the living room to sort through the mix-matched items that he had gotten at the store. He started to put aside the couple of notebooks, and a package of assorted pens, but set the rest of the two bags aside, and, sitting down, turned on the television.
"-destruction left in the wakes of several tornadoes is estimated to only be in the tens of thousands. There are no serious injuries reported, and-"
Allen had flipped to another channel before the mention of any casualties, but turns in the weather were not really of interest right now. Neither were any cartoons, as he flipped past another channel. Then he hit another news broadcast.
"In other news, as more reports of mutants flood into Washington today, concerns surrounding the 'Mutant Phenomena' are raised, and many government officials are still at a loss as to what they can do about it."
The report than switched to a feed of an interview with some unrecognized Congressman: "And Congressman, what do you say about the strange 'Mutant Phenomena'?" The Congressman looks over at the camera and reporter with a very calm level look. "Well, to this new situation that our nation faces, I can only say that as long these 'mutants' are law- biding citizens, there should be no problem concerning any sort of co- existence." The reporter than tried to bring up questions concerning other violent encounters with mutants, but by that time Allen had lost interest, and had changed the channel again, mumbling about "witch hunts".
He rubbed at his temple again. His head had been throbbing since he had woken a couple of hours before. The events of the night just seemed like some blur. The only concern he had right now was getting rid of this headache. He had to get to the kitchen; that was where he'd find the medicine cabinet, and some aspirin.
Looking up, Allen found himself standing in the middle of the kitchen. He didn't even remember walking into the room. He shook his head. He had suddenly felt a bit dizzy. He got into the cabinet and started rummaging around. He couldn't find the bottle of aspirin, and wondered when the last time anyone had used any. He couldn't think straight, and not for the first time in the last week, wondered why he didn't have a hypospray, like they do on Star Trek. With exception to the fact, that it would be a different timeframe, not to mention it all being a work of fiction.
His hand gripped on something cylindrical, and he only caught a glimpse of what looked like the type of medical hypospray that he had seen so many times on the ST shows, right before he dropped it. The device hit the floor, and rolled a few inches before it stopped, and a moment later disappeared.
Allen shook his head. 'This cannot be happening. It is impossible.' He decided to for go the aspirin, and thought that laying down would be better. He went back to the living room, and sat down again. He was definitely feeling tired enough to fall asleep.
Allen startled awake as he heard the doorbell ring a second time. He had fallen asleep in the chair, and not even realized it. He still felt drowsy, but nothing that answering the door would make difficult. He walked into the entry hall, as he heard some people talking quietly on the porch. He distinctly heard three voices. One of the girls' voices, definitely young, and on just this side of being too high-pitched was talking.
"-even think that he's still here. Was the Professor sure?"
She was answered by a fairly deep voice, a guy, who sounded like he was used to being in charge. "Well, the worst that can happen is that he isn't even here, and we just wait someplace in town for him to resurface. In any case, the Professor said that this was the last place that this kid's-"
Allen had decided to open the door by now, and had cut off the speaker. He hesitated when he opened the door, remembering that he was supposed to look through the peephole, but after a second of looking at whom the speaker was finally asked, slowly, "Hello, can I help you?"
The guy who had been speaking was tall, with dark hair, a very set face, and he was wearing.red-tinted sunglasses. The guy was also wearing a light green sweatshirt. Allen couldn't help pity the guy. He was definitely wearing the wrong type of clothing for September in Southern California. The girl who answered him though, also tall, but with reddish hair, had a smooth well rounded voice. The both of them were older than Allen, they carried themselves like Seniors.
"Allen Terance? Is he here?"
Allen answered almost hesitantly. "Yeah, that's me. Umm, look if you're here to sell something, I do not believe that we are interested." Allen hated being rude, and they seemed like good people, but he directed them to the 'No Solicitors' sign next to the door. "'No Solicitors.'" He closed the door before they could get another word in. Allen had just realized that his headache was gone. A slight smile, before he started to wonder what was in the newspaper.
There was a knock at the door, though, before he took another step. He looked back at the door.
Scott had been about to say something: an introduction, a little something about mutants needing to stick together, something. Instead, all he could think was: Did this kid just close the door on us? He glanced over at Jean. She was already giving him the 'did that just happen' look.
Kitty broke the silence. "Ahh, I don't think that was a very good omen."
Jean just shrugged a bit. "Do you think we should try again?"
Scott nodded, and knocked on the door for the second time. This time, they couldn't mess up. This kid had better be worth it.