All right! Chapter 2! I'm so full of glee! I feel like Kurt who just won a
lifetime supply of burger gut bombs. That being said, I would like to thank
Rougehobbit for reviewing my story. (gets all teary eyed) You were my first
reviewer. (sniffle) I'm growing up so fast! Never fear! Pitor will come in.
Just as soon as I introduce Yuri. Also, I would like some help on
Colossus's personality. Oh, and the un-translated word that Yuri said in
the last chapter was "Leave them alone!". Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own x-men because marvel won't share.
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Hello to all of you Americans
Chapter 2
Electro-kinesis, a gift and a curse
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I was born in Moscow, Russia normal child.
My mother was very poor woman.
I never knew my father.
I do know that he left me with a single, most valuable possession.
A black trench coat.
We lived in ghettos of Moscow.
When I was seven, I discovered mother's silverware drawer.
From that moment on, I never failed to have spoon with me at all times.
This reached almost supernatural importance when I turned 13.
About a week after my birthday, I discovered that I could control electricity.
This happened quite by accident when I got pissed off at driver of truck who splashed me with mud near curb.
He was nearing busy intersection when I wished traffic lights would turn green.
All of sudden, I felt power beyond wildest dreams when all traffic lights turned green.
The truck driver was killed in huge car 'accident'.
Next, I tried to see if I could create electricity.
I went to top of my house to try.
I rubbed ends of two spoons together and slowly pulled apart.
Nothing happened.
I tried again, but still to no avail.
It was third time that I discovered secret.
Electricity is like living thing.
As it grows stronger, it moves away from it's giver of life.
To control it, you must feel it.
You must speak its language.
You must understand that it wants to be stronger.
It wants to move away from it's giver of life.
The third time I tried, I understood and tried to speak its language.
I threw two spoons down on cement and they stood straight up, as if held on by invisible strings.
Brilliant blue sparks filled sky.
I was so happy.
I finally had power!
Nobody would ever have to protect me again!
Not even my dear friend, Pitor Rasputin.
Pitor and I had grown up together.
While he had grown strong and tough, I had remained scrawny.
When I had attended elementary school, I was always getting beaten up.
Then one day, on other side of playground, big tough kid walked over to bully that was beating me up and told him to " îòâÿæèñü! ( shove off!)".
Bully, named Boris, tuned around and foolishly said "«Ã òü ìåÃÿ!(make me!)".
They began to fight.
All the while, I just sat on ground, watching in envy as big tough kid beat my lifelong tormenter to pulp.
After about minute, Boris had broken arm and bloody nose.
And ( much to my pleasure), he was also crying like little baby.
The big tough guy introduced himself as Pitor.
He and I grew up together.
We lived just a few houses down from each other.
I guess what made us great friends is fact he extremely strong and I was very smart.
I looked at the brilliant blue sparks and realized that it had to be kept secret.
No one could ever find out.
After a while, I started to feel dizzy.
My spoons obediently flew straight up in to my hands.
I 'killed' the electricity and tried to set my spoons down.
The second I did, all hell broke loose.
A couple of pigeons flew by me.
BZZZZZT.
Fried.
I picked up the spoons and more pigeons flew by me.
Nothing happened.
I then realized that this great power had not come without curse.
The spoons act as a conductor, but also as a 'drainer' to drain all of the excess electricity off of me.
While other people were fine around me when I had my beloved spoons, they got fried when I didn't.
Later on, I discovered that I could control the basic thought of other people using the electrons in the brain.
Human thought is so primitive.
I can learn anything instantly on computer.
I can control basic feelings of humans such as love and hate.
But I can't get rid of these damn spoons!!!
I vowed then to never intentionally hurt anyone ever again.
At lest, with out a purpose.
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In Bayville, New York, America, after the old man in the wheel-chair had gone, the computer continued it's run." Other Detection: Name: Pitor Rasputin. Age: 17".
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Finally. End of chapter! I apologize greatly to colossus fans for making him a teen. I would have made Yuri older but I already posted chap. 1. So I hade to make colossus younger. Please don't be mad. Sorry about having to skip lines. Otherwise, F.F. Net would have screwed everything up. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own x-men because marvel won't share.
*****************************
Hello to all of you Americans
Chapter 2
Electro-kinesis, a gift and a curse
*****************************
I was born in Moscow, Russia normal child.
My mother was very poor woman.
I never knew my father.
I do know that he left me with a single, most valuable possession.
A black trench coat.
We lived in ghettos of Moscow.
When I was seven, I discovered mother's silverware drawer.
From that moment on, I never failed to have spoon with me at all times.
This reached almost supernatural importance when I turned 13.
About a week after my birthday, I discovered that I could control electricity.
This happened quite by accident when I got pissed off at driver of truck who splashed me with mud near curb.
He was nearing busy intersection when I wished traffic lights would turn green.
All of sudden, I felt power beyond wildest dreams when all traffic lights turned green.
The truck driver was killed in huge car 'accident'.
Next, I tried to see if I could create electricity.
I went to top of my house to try.
I rubbed ends of two spoons together and slowly pulled apart.
Nothing happened.
I tried again, but still to no avail.
It was third time that I discovered secret.
Electricity is like living thing.
As it grows stronger, it moves away from it's giver of life.
To control it, you must feel it.
You must speak its language.
You must understand that it wants to be stronger.
It wants to move away from it's giver of life.
The third time I tried, I understood and tried to speak its language.
I threw two spoons down on cement and they stood straight up, as if held on by invisible strings.
Brilliant blue sparks filled sky.
I was so happy.
I finally had power!
Nobody would ever have to protect me again!
Not even my dear friend, Pitor Rasputin.
Pitor and I had grown up together.
While he had grown strong and tough, I had remained scrawny.
When I had attended elementary school, I was always getting beaten up.
Then one day, on other side of playground, big tough kid walked over to bully that was beating me up and told him to " îòâÿæèñü! ( shove off!)".
Bully, named Boris, tuned around and foolishly said "«Ã òü ìåÃÿ!(make me!)".
They began to fight.
All the while, I just sat on ground, watching in envy as big tough kid beat my lifelong tormenter to pulp.
After about minute, Boris had broken arm and bloody nose.
And ( much to my pleasure), he was also crying like little baby.
The big tough guy introduced himself as Pitor.
He and I grew up together.
We lived just a few houses down from each other.
I guess what made us great friends is fact he extremely strong and I was very smart.
I looked at the brilliant blue sparks and realized that it had to be kept secret.
No one could ever find out.
After a while, I started to feel dizzy.
My spoons obediently flew straight up in to my hands.
I 'killed' the electricity and tried to set my spoons down.
The second I did, all hell broke loose.
A couple of pigeons flew by me.
BZZZZZT.
Fried.
I picked up the spoons and more pigeons flew by me.
Nothing happened.
I then realized that this great power had not come without curse.
The spoons act as a conductor, but also as a 'drainer' to drain all of the excess electricity off of me.
While other people were fine around me when I had my beloved spoons, they got fried when I didn't.
Later on, I discovered that I could control the basic thought of other people using the electrons in the brain.
Human thought is so primitive.
I can learn anything instantly on computer.
I can control basic feelings of humans such as love and hate.
But I can't get rid of these damn spoons!!!
I vowed then to never intentionally hurt anyone ever again.
At lest, with out a purpose.
{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
In Bayville, New York, America, after the old man in the wheel-chair had gone, the computer continued it's run." Other Detection: Name: Pitor Rasputin. Age: 17".
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Finally. End of chapter! I apologize greatly to colossus fans for making him a teen. I would have made Yuri older but I already posted chap. 1. So I hade to make colossus younger. Please don't be mad. Sorry about having to skip lines. Otherwise, F.F. Net would have screwed everything up. Please read and review.