I'M BACK! FINALLY! Gee . . . it's been a very long time . . . my internet
broke down at the beginning of August, I went back to school on August 26,
found myself being stuck in the dumbest class ever, separated from all my
friends and stuck with bizarre teachers with severe personality disorders.
I keep setting my classmates in stereotypes and giving them labels after I
see how they're like. I all hate them apart from for a few exceptions I've
placed in the 'respectable group', and most of them think I'm antisocial
because I keep glaring at all of them (mweheheh). They all listen to Sean
Paul, and I'm the only one who knows what Good Charlotte is. THAT is how
big the character gap is. They're driving me to depression. -_-
That brought me down a little. I was bombarded with orals, biology reports and French papers on the first week of September and I couldn't update from school because we aren't allowed to bring disks anymore because of viruses (*grrr . . .*).
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Scary_little_goth_kid: thank you, thank you very much . . . -_^
justandalwaysMo: So I'm finally back . . . I'm probably going to update my other stories soon too . . . thanks for your support!
Tigereyes9: I'm back. ^_^ we should start an international group for fanfiction authors that go on fanfiction at school but that aren't really supposed to . . . mueheheheh. It would work.
Cassie3000: thanks for reading! And I'm going to try to update A Mutant's Nightmare too . . .
Chaos Insues: Hello there! I'm sorry to say, but Nathan is unfortunately not going to appear for a while. You'll understand why later on.
Lily: Hello! I'm still reading your story but I haven't had any time to review, but I will!
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Chapter 4: Murderers In Town
Scott stormed inside the mansion, holding the school mail in one hand, a newspaper in the other. He looked incredibly pissed. His visor was bright red, and it looked like he was dieing to use it on something.
He walked towards the kitchen, passed a couple of students and continued his way towards the dining room. The X-Men were taking their breakfast there, and since it was a Saturday morning, most of them were still in their pyjamas.
"So, Professor, did you get any news of Magneto's location?" Rogue asked, taking a bite of her toats as she turned around seeing Scott pass the table, marching firmly towards Xavier.
"No. I still can't contact him with Cerebro because of his helmet," the professor said, taking a sip of coffee. "What is it, Scott?"
Cyclops sighed and threw the newspaper in the middle of the table before sitting down. A few people moved to see what was the main title: 'Beware: the New York murderers are back!'
"They've done it again!" Scott grumbled.
The professor took the paper and read aloud:
" . . . Another human murdered. Officials have proven that Richard Vicer was killed last night after what seemed to be a long and merciless manhunt through the back alleys of New York. Seeing by the way he was murdered, there is no evident proof that the murderers were mutants, though many think that they were, seeing the incredible diversity of the torture that was used . . . Police say Mr Vicer was greatly tormented before being killed, his neck pierced from side to side, braking his neck bone. His body held marks made by claws, electrocution and very thin wires thought to be made by metal. He also had internal damage done in a way only seen on the other five murdered people found these past two months."
There was a picture underneath the article, showing apart of the alley where the body was found. The professor stayed quiet for a moment, lost in thought.
"Shouldn't we do something about all of this?" Ororo asked, looking at the professor. "Humanity is going to think that mutants are fighting back and they'll bring up the regulation program again."
"Let me think about it first," the professor answered after a while. "Give me some time."
"Do you mind us asking why?" Rogue asked stubbornly.
"Because I think I know who is doing this, and if it is, we are not going to stop these people now," the professor said quickly.
"And who is are these people?" Scott asked.
"I wont tell until I am sure it is them," the professor answered. "I don't want all of you to get in trouble."
There was a moment of silence before everyone went back to their occupations, except for Scott, who read the article again, upset the professor wouldn't tell him anything.
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Mystique knocked on the door, waiting somewhat impatiently for it to open. Magneto was standing behind her, on the white marble steps leading to the door, and the two boys were further behind.
Pyro looked behind him again, verifying that they weren't being followed. To the looks of it, they were definitely in New York, but they couldn't be very more precise than that. They were in the city, surrounded by taller buildings, and there were thousands of people, humans, walking around. The door in front of which they were standing was very, very big. It was actually a gate, made out of metal, behind which we could see a gigantic front yard. The building was further behind, very tall and very impressive.
Magneto looked closer at the gate. It was made of iron, and was pretty simple, yet elegant. It was forming an archway, the metal bars ending in spikes at the top. The lock was formed by a pair of two angel-like wings.
Magneto waited, not wanting to use his power to get in.
Not too long after, a young girl, probably around the age of six arrived at the door. She had a mix of light brown and dark blond hair tied in a high ponytail, blue eyes and a freckled nose. She had fair skin, was wearing a red summer dress reaching her below the knee, a white vest and white sandals.
"Yes?" she asked, making no sign that he was going to open the gate as she held her hands behind her back.
"We are here to see Sin, please," Magneto said. "You must know him."
"Yes I do, but why do you want to see him?" the little girl asked.
"To talk to him about something important," Magneto said, in a calmness that surprised both Mystique and the two boys.
The little girl looked unconvinced.
"I need to see him to talk to him about people I would like him to meet," Magneto continued. "If you're so unsure of opening the gate, go get an adult, child."
The little girl smiled widely, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. She closed them for a moment, and everyone behind he gate could just stare. The little girl grew in front of them, becoming a pretty woman, probably around the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She had the exact same face, the same eyes, hair and freckled nose. Her clothing had somewhat changed and she was now wearing a red mini-skirt and top. Her white vest arrived to her knees and her sandals were now high-heeled. Her hair was loose too.
"I'm surprised to see you here, Erik," she said.
"Same for me, Coral," Magneto said. "Would you let us in?"
"I'm surprised to see the gate is still standing," Coral continued, walking to the gate and unlocking it with a card. "Hi, Mystique."
"Hello, Coral," Mystique said to her friend. "Long time no see."
"Yep. But I see you were all quite busy with the Liberty Incident and that Alkali Lake Base problem."
Magneto, who had now penetrated the grounds, turned to her violently.
"How do you know about that already?" he asked quickly.
"We have ways of knowing, Erik. You know it," Coral said. "This way."
They all followed Coral inside the building.
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This home was a large loft, the exterior walls being completely made of glass, to be able to see the exterior world. Again, like the glasshouse, it was located in a tall building and you could only see through the glass from the interior. The floor was made of wood, and the walls were plain white, punctuated by framed black and white pictures in black frames. The furniture was modern, the tables made of glass or white wood, and the rest of the furnishings, such as the sofas in the living room, were made of black leather. In the kitchen, the counters were of black marble and the stove and fridge, like the other kitchen equipments, were of metal. Shelves were placed here and there, where books, CDs, magazines and papers were properly piled up. There were, like in the small apartment, potted plants, mostly vines, on higher shelves, their leaves and branches almost touching the ground.
In another room, there was some basic equipment for working out, right next to the bathroom. Like the rest of the house, it was modern, clean and cool. The next room was mainly occupied by a large bed above which was a magnificent painting that was obviously not a copy.
The sound of a cell phone was heard, and someone in the bed squirmed, and grabbed it on the bedside table.
Again, this person was the man from the other apartment, the one with the white hair.
"Y 'ello?" he said lazily into the receiver.
"Good morning, Mr. Crown," a female voice said, visibly belonging to an old woman. "This is Miss Faswell speaking."
"Oh, hello Jo," Alexander said, leaning into his pillow.
"Your associate, Mr. Garcia, was wondering if you were coming in today, sir," Miss Faswell said seriously.
"Well . . . I'll be coming in this afternoon," he said. "Tell him to set up the Monet meeting for Monday, please, and could you please arrange a conference with the museum's renaissance section guys? I need it to be at least next week."
"Yes sir, I'll call them right away."
"Perfect," Alex said. "So I'll be at the office this afternoon. Bye."
And with that he hung up.
He placed the cell on the night table again, and was about to go back to sleep when it rang again. Sighing deeply, he grabbed the phone and pressed on a button.
"Hello?" he asked again, slightly annoyed to be bothered again.
"Hi, Alex," another feminine voice said, this one sounding about his age. "Lïka speaking."
"Lïka! We were working last night! Can't you let me sleep in peace?"
"I know, I know . . . It's already on the news and in the papers. Just calling to remind you that you're babysitting some of the kids on Saturday," Lïka said.
"Oh . . . thanks," he said. "I'll pick 'em up around ten, 'kay?"
"Sure, just don't be late," Lïka said, hanging up.
"Yeah, bye," Alexander said into the receiver that was already beeping because of the disconnection.
Throwing the cell back onto the table again, after verifying the time that was eleven thirty, he turned back into his bed.
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Scott opened the school's door, walking back inside. He looked calm, something very rare that could be seen since the Alkali Lake Incident, but no one was there to see it, since the students were out somewhere with Storm and Logan, and the Professor was locked in his office, talking to someone he had found to replace Jean's place as doctor of the school. This doctor was a certain Henry McCoy. Scott had only got a glimpse of him, and there was no one to contradict that that mutant was quite impressive. He was huge, and covered by thick blue fur from head to toe. He didn't give a very good first impression to anyone, but he was said to be very nice. Well, that was what the students were saying.
Scott heard the phone ring, and he walked to it calmly, picking up the receiver.
"Xavier's school for the Gifted, how may I help you?" he said, ever so normally.
At the sound of the voice on the other end, Scott became as white as a sheet and his heart truly stopped beating.
"Scott? Scott, is that you? . . . it's me . . . Jean."
Before anything else could be said, Scott had dropped the phone and had fallen to the floor, out cold.
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You'll be hearing of me soon . . . I promise! Three days max, unless something big stops me!
That brought me down a little. I was bombarded with orals, biology reports and French papers on the first week of September and I couldn't update from school because we aren't allowed to bring disks anymore because of viruses (*grrr . . .*).
^_^
Scary_little_goth_kid: thank you, thank you very much . . . -_^
justandalwaysMo: So I'm finally back . . . I'm probably going to update my other stories soon too . . . thanks for your support!
Tigereyes9: I'm back. ^_^ we should start an international group for fanfiction authors that go on fanfiction at school but that aren't really supposed to . . . mueheheheh. It would work.
Cassie3000: thanks for reading! And I'm going to try to update A Mutant's Nightmare too . . .
Chaos Insues: Hello there! I'm sorry to say, but Nathan is unfortunately not going to appear for a while. You'll understand why later on.
Lily: Hello! I'm still reading your story but I haven't had any time to review, but I will!
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Chapter 4: Murderers In Town
Scott stormed inside the mansion, holding the school mail in one hand, a newspaper in the other. He looked incredibly pissed. His visor was bright red, and it looked like he was dieing to use it on something.
He walked towards the kitchen, passed a couple of students and continued his way towards the dining room. The X-Men were taking their breakfast there, and since it was a Saturday morning, most of them were still in their pyjamas.
"So, Professor, did you get any news of Magneto's location?" Rogue asked, taking a bite of her toats as she turned around seeing Scott pass the table, marching firmly towards Xavier.
"No. I still can't contact him with Cerebro because of his helmet," the professor said, taking a sip of coffee. "What is it, Scott?"
Cyclops sighed and threw the newspaper in the middle of the table before sitting down. A few people moved to see what was the main title: 'Beware: the New York murderers are back!'
"They've done it again!" Scott grumbled.
The professor took the paper and read aloud:
" . . . Another human murdered. Officials have proven that Richard Vicer was killed last night after what seemed to be a long and merciless manhunt through the back alleys of New York. Seeing by the way he was murdered, there is no evident proof that the murderers were mutants, though many think that they were, seeing the incredible diversity of the torture that was used . . . Police say Mr Vicer was greatly tormented before being killed, his neck pierced from side to side, braking his neck bone. His body held marks made by claws, electrocution and very thin wires thought to be made by metal. He also had internal damage done in a way only seen on the other five murdered people found these past two months."
There was a picture underneath the article, showing apart of the alley where the body was found. The professor stayed quiet for a moment, lost in thought.
"Shouldn't we do something about all of this?" Ororo asked, looking at the professor. "Humanity is going to think that mutants are fighting back and they'll bring up the regulation program again."
"Let me think about it first," the professor answered after a while. "Give me some time."
"Do you mind us asking why?" Rogue asked stubbornly.
"Because I think I know who is doing this, and if it is, we are not going to stop these people now," the professor said quickly.
"And who is are these people?" Scott asked.
"I wont tell until I am sure it is them," the professor answered. "I don't want all of you to get in trouble."
There was a moment of silence before everyone went back to their occupations, except for Scott, who read the article again, upset the professor wouldn't tell him anything.
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Mystique knocked on the door, waiting somewhat impatiently for it to open. Magneto was standing behind her, on the white marble steps leading to the door, and the two boys were further behind.
Pyro looked behind him again, verifying that they weren't being followed. To the looks of it, they were definitely in New York, but they couldn't be very more precise than that. They were in the city, surrounded by taller buildings, and there were thousands of people, humans, walking around. The door in front of which they were standing was very, very big. It was actually a gate, made out of metal, behind which we could see a gigantic front yard. The building was further behind, very tall and very impressive.
Magneto looked closer at the gate. It was made of iron, and was pretty simple, yet elegant. It was forming an archway, the metal bars ending in spikes at the top. The lock was formed by a pair of two angel-like wings.
Magneto waited, not wanting to use his power to get in.
Not too long after, a young girl, probably around the age of six arrived at the door. She had a mix of light brown and dark blond hair tied in a high ponytail, blue eyes and a freckled nose. She had fair skin, was wearing a red summer dress reaching her below the knee, a white vest and white sandals.
"Yes?" she asked, making no sign that he was going to open the gate as she held her hands behind her back.
"We are here to see Sin, please," Magneto said. "You must know him."
"Yes I do, but why do you want to see him?" the little girl asked.
"To talk to him about something important," Magneto said, in a calmness that surprised both Mystique and the two boys.
The little girl looked unconvinced.
"I need to see him to talk to him about people I would like him to meet," Magneto continued. "If you're so unsure of opening the gate, go get an adult, child."
The little girl smiled widely, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. She closed them for a moment, and everyone behind he gate could just stare. The little girl grew in front of them, becoming a pretty woman, probably around the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She had the exact same face, the same eyes, hair and freckled nose. Her clothing had somewhat changed and she was now wearing a red mini-skirt and top. Her white vest arrived to her knees and her sandals were now high-heeled. Her hair was loose too.
"I'm surprised to see you here, Erik," she said.
"Same for me, Coral," Magneto said. "Would you let us in?"
"I'm surprised to see the gate is still standing," Coral continued, walking to the gate and unlocking it with a card. "Hi, Mystique."
"Hello, Coral," Mystique said to her friend. "Long time no see."
"Yep. But I see you were all quite busy with the Liberty Incident and that Alkali Lake Base problem."
Magneto, who had now penetrated the grounds, turned to her violently.
"How do you know about that already?" he asked quickly.
"We have ways of knowing, Erik. You know it," Coral said. "This way."
They all followed Coral inside the building.
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This home was a large loft, the exterior walls being completely made of glass, to be able to see the exterior world. Again, like the glasshouse, it was located in a tall building and you could only see through the glass from the interior. The floor was made of wood, and the walls were plain white, punctuated by framed black and white pictures in black frames. The furniture was modern, the tables made of glass or white wood, and the rest of the furnishings, such as the sofas in the living room, were made of black leather. In the kitchen, the counters were of black marble and the stove and fridge, like the other kitchen equipments, were of metal. Shelves were placed here and there, where books, CDs, magazines and papers were properly piled up. There were, like in the small apartment, potted plants, mostly vines, on higher shelves, their leaves and branches almost touching the ground.
In another room, there was some basic equipment for working out, right next to the bathroom. Like the rest of the house, it was modern, clean and cool. The next room was mainly occupied by a large bed above which was a magnificent painting that was obviously not a copy.
The sound of a cell phone was heard, and someone in the bed squirmed, and grabbed it on the bedside table.
Again, this person was the man from the other apartment, the one with the white hair.
"Y 'ello?" he said lazily into the receiver.
"Good morning, Mr. Crown," a female voice said, visibly belonging to an old woman. "This is Miss Faswell speaking."
"Oh, hello Jo," Alexander said, leaning into his pillow.
"Your associate, Mr. Garcia, was wondering if you were coming in today, sir," Miss Faswell said seriously.
"Well . . . I'll be coming in this afternoon," he said. "Tell him to set up the Monet meeting for Monday, please, and could you please arrange a conference with the museum's renaissance section guys? I need it to be at least next week."
"Yes sir, I'll call them right away."
"Perfect," Alex said. "So I'll be at the office this afternoon. Bye."
And with that he hung up.
He placed the cell on the night table again, and was about to go back to sleep when it rang again. Sighing deeply, he grabbed the phone and pressed on a button.
"Hello?" he asked again, slightly annoyed to be bothered again.
"Hi, Alex," another feminine voice said, this one sounding about his age. "Lïka speaking."
"Lïka! We were working last night! Can't you let me sleep in peace?"
"I know, I know . . . It's already on the news and in the papers. Just calling to remind you that you're babysitting some of the kids on Saturday," Lïka said.
"Oh . . . thanks," he said. "I'll pick 'em up around ten, 'kay?"
"Sure, just don't be late," Lïka said, hanging up.
"Yeah, bye," Alexander said into the receiver that was already beeping because of the disconnection.
Throwing the cell back onto the table again, after verifying the time that was eleven thirty, he turned back into his bed.
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Scott opened the school's door, walking back inside. He looked calm, something very rare that could be seen since the Alkali Lake Incident, but no one was there to see it, since the students were out somewhere with Storm and Logan, and the Professor was locked in his office, talking to someone he had found to replace Jean's place as doctor of the school. This doctor was a certain Henry McCoy. Scott had only got a glimpse of him, and there was no one to contradict that that mutant was quite impressive. He was huge, and covered by thick blue fur from head to toe. He didn't give a very good first impression to anyone, but he was said to be very nice. Well, that was what the students were saying.
Scott heard the phone ring, and he walked to it calmly, picking up the receiver.
"Xavier's school for the Gifted, how may I help you?" he said, ever so normally.
At the sound of the voice on the other end, Scott became as white as a sheet and his heart truly stopped beating.
"Scott? Scott, is that you? . . . it's me . . . Jean."
Before anything else could be said, Scott had dropped the phone and had fallen to the floor, out cold.
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You'll be hearing of me soon . . . I promise! Three days max, unless something big stops me!