If you haven't already guessed, I'm serious about becoming a writer. I'm
considering posting a bit on fictionpress.net, but NOT right now. Okay,
sounding a little bit too much like advertisement lady here.
About the writing, this is therapy/exercise for me and I would like some ideas. Think of it as a contest/assignment. Send in an idea for a fic (it doesn't have to be X-Men, but I only am familiar with so much) and I'll try my hand at it. I've updated my bio to include stuff I know. I won't be doing anything until this is farther along, but I will finish this fic eventually (even if you beg me not to) and I will need a push in a new direction. I'll give you credit for the idea.
Disclaimer: See the top of Ch1. On with the Story!
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Scott
*** "Tell Wanda where I am."
Scott looked at Quicksilver and the truly silver mutant in his arms. Was he struggling with the weight? It didn't matter; he would only hold the girl for a few seconds, and then drop her off at the mansion.
"Why? You'll be back in les than a minute."
Quicksilver was already gone.
Scott groaned. "Typical. I suppose he intends to stay there." He looked around once more for the blue fur ball, but Kurt was nowhere in sight. He would have to drive to the mansion and he did not have the patience to wait that long to know what was happening. Cyclops focused in towards his immediate surroundings. Rogue and Kitty stood nearby, waiting.
Rogue crossed her arms and looked down at the ground. Scott followed her gaze and saw the grass glistening with the color he thought of as silver. The ruby lenses he was forced to wear distorted colors, and he went by years old memories of what the colors were really. He only saw reds clearly, like the color of roses, fire trucks, and blood.
Scott blinked and refocused on the liquid coating the lawn. 'Normal blood, anyway.'
Pryde clenched her hands over and over again. She often tensed her muscles and squeezed her hands, even dugs her nails in skin. Despite the frequent grooves in her arms from the nail punctures, Scott never moved to stop her. The professor knew better than he what to do about things like that, and Xavier had never had a talk with the girl. Scott understood her need to have something solid to hold onto that she wouldn't phase through, even if it were her own body. It was like his need to surround himself with red things that he could see without the lenses lying to him.
Scott checked Kitty's grip. It was too tight and he didn't want red blood on the grass as well. "Kitty, I want you to find Jean as soon as class is over. Have her do a sweep for Kurt; the Professor is going to be occupied." She relaxed her hands. She had a purpose to grip and no longer needed a physical thing. Scott relaxed as well. The Professor let the nail marks go, but the school councilors were another matter. Scott looked out for the team. Someone had to, and he was the one that did it.
"Rogue, tell the others to catch a ride with Jean or Kurt, when she finds him, then come straight to the car. We're leaving immediately." She nodded just as the gym teachers regained their composure and told the students to hit the showers. Scott was grateful it had been last period. His eyes flicked to the final person close to him: Duncan.
Cyclops didn't know why Matthews had stopped the boy from throwing again, or why he cared about Fahls. Maybe it was bias, but Duncan didn't seem capable of acting less than cruel towards a mutant. He threw Jean away, treated her as infected.
Yet there he was with the mutants. Scott glanced towards the bleachers where the Blob and Toad were leaving. He thought of the missing Nightcrawler and scowled. 'Some of the mutants, anyway. The ones that cared.'
He finally turned to face the football player. "If you want to visit her, the gates will open for you." Scott walked off to find the Scarlet witch. Pietro had made it sound important.
"Thanks."
He turned and glared back. "I won't pretend to like you, Duncan. Even to tolerate you. There have been times when I've almost..." Scott tilted his sunglasses slightly and red light shimmered above them. "Well, I imagine you have some idea." He replaced the shades.
"Still, you surprised me today. I'd be an idiot to ignore that people change. My friends are now my enemies at this school. And when Maximoff goes out of his way to help a stranger...anybody can change. I'm willing to give you a shade of a doubt, no more. If you hurt any of us, you and I will be having a staring contest."
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Shorter chapter, but that's what happens when you POV switch like this. Some are longer than others because I'm centering this around
About the writing, this is therapy/exercise for me and I would like some ideas. Think of it as a contest/assignment. Send in an idea for a fic (it doesn't have to be X-Men, but I only am familiar with so much) and I'll try my hand at it. I've updated my bio to include stuff I know. I won't be doing anything until this is farther along, but I will finish this fic eventually (even if you beg me not to) and I will need a push in a new direction. I'll give you credit for the idea.
Disclaimer: See the top of Ch1. On with the Story!
***
Scott
*** "Tell Wanda where I am."
Scott looked at Quicksilver and the truly silver mutant in his arms. Was he struggling with the weight? It didn't matter; he would only hold the girl for a few seconds, and then drop her off at the mansion.
"Why? You'll be back in les than a minute."
Quicksilver was already gone.
Scott groaned. "Typical. I suppose he intends to stay there." He looked around once more for the blue fur ball, but Kurt was nowhere in sight. He would have to drive to the mansion and he did not have the patience to wait that long to know what was happening. Cyclops focused in towards his immediate surroundings. Rogue and Kitty stood nearby, waiting.
Rogue crossed her arms and looked down at the ground. Scott followed her gaze and saw the grass glistening with the color he thought of as silver. The ruby lenses he was forced to wear distorted colors, and he went by years old memories of what the colors were really. He only saw reds clearly, like the color of roses, fire trucks, and blood.
Scott blinked and refocused on the liquid coating the lawn. 'Normal blood, anyway.'
Pryde clenched her hands over and over again. She often tensed her muscles and squeezed her hands, even dugs her nails in skin. Despite the frequent grooves in her arms from the nail punctures, Scott never moved to stop her. The professor knew better than he what to do about things like that, and Xavier had never had a talk with the girl. Scott understood her need to have something solid to hold onto that she wouldn't phase through, even if it were her own body. It was like his need to surround himself with red things that he could see without the lenses lying to him.
Scott checked Kitty's grip. It was too tight and he didn't want red blood on the grass as well. "Kitty, I want you to find Jean as soon as class is over. Have her do a sweep for Kurt; the Professor is going to be occupied." She relaxed her hands. She had a purpose to grip and no longer needed a physical thing. Scott relaxed as well. The Professor let the nail marks go, but the school councilors were another matter. Scott looked out for the team. Someone had to, and he was the one that did it.
"Rogue, tell the others to catch a ride with Jean or Kurt, when she finds him, then come straight to the car. We're leaving immediately." She nodded just as the gym teachers regained their composure and told the students to hit the showers. Scott was grateful it had been last period. His eyes flicked to the final person close to him: Duncan.
Cyclops didn't know why Matthews had stopped the boy from throwing again, or why he cared about Fahls. Maybe it was bias, but Duncan didn't seem capable of acting less than cruel towards a mutant. He threw Jean away, treated her as infected.
Yet there he was with the mutants. Scott glanced towards the bleachers where the Blob and Toad were leaving. He thought of the missing Nightcrawler and scowled. 'Some of the mutants, anyway. The ones that cared.'
He finally turned to face the football player. "If you want to visit her, the gates will open for you." Scott walked off to find the Scarlet witch. Pietro had made it sound important.
"Thanks."
He turned and glared back. "I won't pretend to like you, Duncan. Even to tolerate you. There have been times when I've almost..." Scott tilted his sunglasses slightly and red light shimmered above them. "Well, I imagine you have some idea." He replaced the shades.
"Still, you surprised me today. I'd be an idiot to ignore that people change. My friends are now my enemies at this school. And when Maximoff goes out of his way to help a stranger...anybody can change. I'm willing to give you a shade of a doubt, no more. If you hurt any of us, you and I will be having a staring contest."
***
Shorter chapter, but that's what happens when you POV switch like this. Some are longer than others because I'm centering this around