Hello to all of you Americans! I just got back from seeing PIRATES OF THE
CARRABIEN. The Movie Rocked!! Jack was just like Dean Martin, always half
drunk! Anyway, thank you rougehobbit. It is the responsibility of the
author of a fan fiction to ensure the reviewer's happiness. Therefore, you
will get your wish. I've recently done some research on Colossus, so in
know more about him than when is started this story. I'm going to have to
twist Colossus a little bit in the story though. I'm really sorry. And
thank you, Bom Bom. I always appreciate feedback. Thank you for your time.
I love all of you reviewers! ON TO CHAPTER THREE!!!!!! Tee-hee.
I don't own X-Men because marvel won't share.
The Other Mutant In Moscow
Hello.
My name is Pitor Nikolaievitch Rasputin.
I am also known a Colossus.
This is my story.
When I was young, Probably around 5 or 6, I lived in the ghettos of Moscow, Russia. I was not a normal kid. My parents were always telling me that I was the biggest, strongest kid on our street and constantly telling me never to bully anyone because of my huge advantage.
There was a public school about a block from where I lived in the drab setting. School was a place that I could go to be away from the troubles at home. My family was very poor. Well, you really have to be to live in the boarding house that I lived in. It was a quiet place, with the occasional easily overheard argument in the apartment above.
One day, when I went to school, I noticed something odd. A local bully named Boris was harassing a young, scrawny little kid. The little kid had all the characteristics of someone you would expect to be beaten up or harassed. He was small, skinny, and sure didn't look very menacing. Boris, on the other hand was just the opposite. He was big, strong, and looked a hell of a lot more menacing that little kid could ever be. Although, he still was no match for me. Foolishly, I decided I had better things to worry about and continued on my way.
Over the next couple of days I began to notice how much I had been overlooking this bully problem. I finally realized that it had been going on the entire time I had been going to school, I just hadn't noticed it. I think it was a Wednesday when I snapped. I couldn't take this bully crap any longer! Boris was either going to leave the little kid alone, or suffer the consequences!
As I made my way across the playground, I began to have second thoughts. I knew it would be an unfair match. I was sure I could take out any kid on my block. So fighting Boris wasn't the best idea. But after seeing the little kid again, I knew it couldn't go on any longer. I got up to Boris and said something that I can't really remember, but I know it was a swear word, because Boris turned around and said, "Make Me!" That really set me off. I'm pretty sure it was me who threw the first punch.
After about a minute, Boris had a broken arm and a bloody nose. And much to my pleasure, he was also crying like a little baby. I introduced myself to the little kid. He was very grateful to me. He later introduced himself to be Yuri Vladislav. He was kind of strange. For one thing, He was always carrying around spoons. Another thing was that he was always careful not to part with them. He told me it was some kind of 'emotional attachment'. I think he's going to be a psychologist.
It's been 10 years since that day when I first met Comrade Yuri. Now, though, I stared at my hands as if the were some foreign object I had never seen before. I stand here on the street corner trying to calm down and recall the past ten minutes.
It started just a few minutes ago when I was walking down the street with my beloved sister, Illyana. Illyana started to run ahead of me. I yelled for her to come back, but it was in vain. My sister is very hardheaded.
She was nearing a street intersection. This time I yelled with more force, but still to no avail. When she reached the intersection, she kept on going until she was right in the middle of the street. Mind you, it's not a BUSY intersection, but I am very concerned for other people's safety. That's just how I am. Now though, I knew I was going to have to talk to her about this. I was nearing the street when I spotted a car coming.
I yelled for her to move out of the way, but she wouldn't. To this day I don't know why Illyana didn't move. I knew I had to reach her before the car did. I thought, ' Oh god, Illyana, why don't you move?!? Don't you see the car? Oh god, I wish I could move faster! Just a little bit!' It was then my life changed. I suddenly moved a lot faster. And I was getting taller. And I didn't need to breath.
' What the hell?' I asked myself. But I couldn't spend a second more thinking about that. I needed to reach Illyana in time. All I could see was Illyana and the car. I finally reached her and shoved her out of the way. But I accidentally hit her too hard and we both rolled over to the curb. I sat there a little dazed, staring up at the sky.
I had a killer headache, and I didn't want to make it worse by standing up too fast. The first words I herd my sister say after the incident was " Pitor, you. your all metal!". I looked down on my body, but realized that it was a hell of a lot more shiny than yesterday!
************************************************ And so ends Chapter Three! Please continue with that little button down there that says 'SUBBMIT REVIEW' Thank you, and until next time, goodbye.
I don't own X-Men because marvel won't share.
The Other Mutant In Moscow
Hello.
My name is Pitor Nikolaievitch Rasputin.
I am also known a Colossus.
This is my story.
When I was young, Probably around 5 or 6, I lived in the ghettos of Moscow, Russia. I was not a normal kid. My parents were always telling me that I was the biggest, strongest kid on our street and constantly telling me never to bully anyone because of my huge advantage.
There was a public school about a block from where I lived in the drab setting. School was a place that I could go to be away from the troubles at home. My family was very poor. Well, you really have to be to live in the boarding house that I lived in. It was a quiet place, with the occasional easily overheard argument in the apartment above.
One day, when I went to school, I noticed something odd. A local bully named Boris was harassing a young, scrawny little kid. The little kid had all the characteristics of someone you would expect to be beaten up or harassed. He was small, skinny, and sure didn't look very menacing. Boris, on the other hand was just the opposite. He was big, strong, and looked a hell of a lot more menacing that little kid could ever be. Although, he still was no match for me. Foolishly, I decided I had better things to worry about and continued on my way.
Over the next couple of days I began to notice how much I had been overlooking this bully problem. I finally realized that it had been going on the entire time I had been going to school, I just hadn't noticed it. I think it was a Wednesday when I snapped. I couldn't take this bully crap any longer! Boris was either going to leave the little kid alone, or suffer the consequences!
As I made my way across the playground, I began to have second thoughts. I knew it would be an unfair match. I was sure I could take out any kid on my block. So fighting Boris wasn't the best idea. But after seeing the little kid again, I knew it couldn't go on any longer. I got up to Boris and said something that I can't really remember, but I know it was a swear word, because Boris turned around and said, "Make Me!" That really set me off. I'm pretty sure it was me who threw the first punch.
After about a minute, Boris had a broken arm and a bloody nose. And much to my pleasure, he was also crying like a little baby. I introduced myself to the little kid. He was very grateful to me. He later introduced himself to be Yuri Vladislav. He was kind of strange. For one thing, He was always carrying around spoons. Another thing was that he was always careful not to part with them. He told me it was some kind of 'emotional attachment'. I think he's going to be a psychologist.
It's been 10 years since that day when I first met Comrade Yuri. Now, though, I stared at my hands as if the were some foreign object I had never seen before. I stand here on the street corner trying to calm down and recall the past ten minutes.
It started just a few minutes ago when I was walking down the street with my beloved sister, Illyana. Illyana started to run ahead of me. I yelled for her to come back, but it was in vain. My sister is very hardheaded.
She was nearing a street intersection. This time I yelled with more force, but still to no avail. When she reached the intersection, she kept on going until she was right in the middle of the street. Mind you, it's not a BUSY intersection, but I am very concerned for other people's safety. That's just how I am. Now though, I knew I was going to have to talk to her about this. I was nearing the street when I spotted a car coming.
I yelled for her to move out of the way, but she wouldn't. To this day I don't know why Illyana didn't move. I knew I had to reach her before the car did. I thought, ' Oh god, Illyana, why don't you move?!? Don't you see the car? Oh god, I wish I could move faster! Just a little bit!' It was then my life changed. I suddenly moved a lot faster. And I was getting taller. And I didn't need to breath.
' What the hell?' I asked myself. But I couldn't spend a second more thinking about that. I needed to reach Illyana in time. All I could see was Illyana and the car. I finally reached her and shoved her out of the way. But I accidentally hit her too hard and we both rolled over to the curb. I sat there a little dazed, staring up at the sky.
I had a killer headache, and I didn't want to make it worse by standing up too fast. The first words I herd my sister say after the incident was " Pitor, you. your all metal!". I looked down on my body, but realized that it was a hell of a lot more shiny than yesterday!
************************************************ And so ends Chapter Three! Please continue with that little button down there that says 'SUBBMIT REVIEW' Thank you, and until next time, goodbye.