Hello to all of you Americans! As always, I greatly appreciate feedback. I
am also
sorry that Bom Bom feels that my third chapter was crap. I was only trying
to introduce Pitor. And the comment about Yuri being weird is part of my
master plan! Yuri is SUPPOSED to be weird! He's nothing like Pitor, who is
the Very Model of a Modern Russian General. Yuri's been, and always will
be, a Russian Goth. Not like the make-up wearing American goths, mind you,
but an outcast among outcasts. To put it bluntly, ladies and gentlemen,
Yuri was never a 'hip' Russian. In the next chapter (if I have enough
reviews, wink wink), I will include shout outs. Oh, and another thing, Yuri
was never really powerful as a child, so when Yuri got this powerful, uh,
power, madness and chaos will ensue. On with the chapter!
I don't own x-men. Wow.
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Coming to America
It was a cold and quiet night in Moscow, Russia. Just like all the other nights. Yuri Vladislav was the only entity that disturbed the quiet that evening. He stood on the edge of his boarding house, just staring up at the sky.
He wondered if there were other people like him. Perhaps even in America. It was always his dream to someday go to America. America, the home of all the most beautiful women in the world. But his dreams were shattered, as always, when he remembered how poor his parents were.
That was, after all, the very reason he was here in the first place, right?
He thought of all the people he killed over the years. He was a killer. A bloodthirsty killer. He could never hope to deserve to go to America. Only good people could go to America. America was always an unattainable fantasy.
He thought of the man he had killed today. He still felt dizzy from the sheer amount of power he had used. Maybe taking revenge on the world's people was the wrong way to get revenge?
NO! The world deserved to be treated like this. The people he killed just got in the way of his wrath! The world had torn apart his dreams and hopes. His very beliefs as a child. The world had betrayed him. Life had betrayed him.
Some would fancy him mad. But could a madman be as smart and as skilled as to be able to blend in with 'normal' people? When he spoke to people, they would not think, ' He must be mad!' rather than, ' What a smart teenager!' He knew this by 'reading' the electrons in their brain.
No one in the world, save those who can use their minds no more(more commonly known as vegetables), could ever keep a secret from him! Yuri was a human lie detector.
He remembered too vividly the look of sheer horror on the young girl's face when he 'shocked' the mugger.
Whenever Yuri was near young children, he felt like an empty shell just waiting to crack. No, not completely empty. What filled him was rage. It drove him. It embraced him, and he embraced it. Rage was the very reason Yuri was still alive today. If he had no rage, Yuri would have ended this miserable existence years ago.
Just then, he picked up on a huge electrical signal coming from the west. Under any other circumstances, he would have said it was just a regular passenger plane, but this was different somehow.
He put his fingers to his temples to try to concentrate harder. There were four entities in this plane. One Logan. One Ororoe Monroe. One Hank McCoy. And another that he couldn't quite pick up on for some reason.
The strange thing was that they seemed to be searching for someone. He concentrated a little harder, and suddenly the truth hit him. ' They're searching for me!'
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Aboard the blackbird, a bald old man in a wheelchair was trying his hardest to pick up on the young Russian known as Yuri Vladislav.
Storm and Wolverine were piloting the X-Jet while Beast was navigating. Prof. X, however, was sitting quietly in his wheelchair with his fingers on his temples trying to concentrate.
They were making their second flyby when Wolverine spotted a strange sight. A shower of blue sparks was coming from on top of one of the boarding houses.
As they neared the 'flare', Storm began using her powers to calm the electricity down. Her best efforts were in vain, however, because when she tried to calm the electricity down, it only grew stronger and brighter. This perplexed Storm. But when Prof. X gave the order to take the jet down, she didn't argue.
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Yuri stood on the edge of the boarding house, hoping against hope that they would see him. Ah! At last! The jet turned and started to head his general direction.
When it landed the first person to come out of the plane was Prof. X. Yuri stood at the foot of the ramp, wondering how he was going to get around the language problem. He already knew man's intentions and where he came from, but the man did not know him yet.
Prof. X wheeled down the ramp towards the now dark boarding house. He figured Yuri had calmed the sparks down so the people in the plane could get out without getting electrified. He did not come empty handed, though. Prof. X came bearing a small gift. The gift was a universal translator. It could translate Russian into most any language on the planet. It was the brainchild of Professor Xavier himself.
Yuri stood in utter shock (no pun intended), starring at the object in the old man's hands. It was a translator! Yuri had seen one in an airport one time. He wasn't able to buy it, however, due to lack of money. Yuri almost fainted when the old man handed it over to him. Now it was time to use it!
Prof. X was amazed. This young man seemed as though he had never gotten a gift in his life! Then Professor X sat shocked for the third time that eventful evening. Yuri placed his hand over the translator and sparks jumped from it to his hand!
Yuri felt as if someone had just unloaded a dump truck of information into his brain. It was his job to sort it all out. In a strange way, he felt sorry for normal people who had to learn a language the hard way. For Yuri, the process was almost instantaneous.
Prof. X watched in awe, as the young man seemed to be going through the brain-freeze from hell. Yuri fell to his knees and clutched his head. He finally stood up and said, " Thank You, Professor x."
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Well, what do you think? Please tell me your ideas with that little button down their that says ' SUBMIT REVIEW' and I might put it in the next chapter. And if I get 10 reviews, ill include shout outs. Please review. Flames accepted (but not too hot).
I don't own x-men. Wow.
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Coming to America
It was a cold and quiet night in Moscow, Russia. Just like all the other nights. Yuri Vladislav was the only entity that disturbed the quiet that evening. He stood on the edge of his boarding house, just staring up at the sky.
He wondered if there were other people like him. Perhaps even in America. It was always his dream to someday go to America. America, the home of all the most beautiful women in the world. But his dreams were shattered, as always, when he remembered how poor his parents were.
That was, after all, the very reason he was here in the first place, right?
He thought of all the people he killed over the years. He was a killer. A bloodthirsty killer. He could never hope to deserve to go to America. Only good people could go to America. America was always an unattainable fantasy.
He thought of the man he had killed today. He still felt dizzy from the sheer amount of power he had used. Maybe taking revenge on the world's people was the wrong way to get revenge?
NO! The world deserved to be treated like this. The people he killed just got in the way of his wrath! The world had torn apart his dreams and hopes. His very beliefs as a child. The world had betrayed him. Life had betrayed him.
Some would fancy him mad. But could a madman be as smart and as skilled as to be able to blend in with 'normal' people? When he spoke to people, they would not think, ' He must be mad!' rather than, ' What a smart teenager!' He knew this by 'reading' the electrons in their brain.
No one in the world, save those who can use their minds no more(more commonly known as vegetables), could ever keep a secret from him! Yuri was a human lie detector.
He remembered too vividly the look of sheer horror on the young girl's face when he 'shocked' the mugger.
Whenever Yuri was near young children, he felt like an empty shell just waiting to crack. No, not completely empty. What filled him was rage. It drove him. It embraced him, and he embraced it. Rage was the very reason Yuri was still alive today. If he had no rage, Yuri would have ended this miserable existence years ago.
Just then, he picked up on a huge electrical signal coming from the west. Under any other circumstances, he would have said it was just a regular passenger plane, but this was different somehow.
He put his fingers to his temples to try to concentrate harder. There were four entities in this plane. One Logan. One Ororoe Monroe. One Hank McCoy. And another that he couldn't quite pick up on for some reason.
The strange thing was that they seemed to be searching for someone. He concentrated a little harder, and suddenly the truth hit him. ' They're searching for me!'
*************************************
Aboard the blackbird, a bald old man in a wheelchair was trying his hardest to pick up on the young Russian known as Yuri Vladislav.
Storm and Wolverine were piloting the X-Jet while Beast was navigating. Prof. X, however, was sitting quietly in his wheelchair with his fingers on his temples trying to concentrate.
They were making their second flyby when Wolverine spotted a strange sight. A shower of blue sparks was coming from on top of one of the boarding houses.
As they neared the 'flare', Storm began using her powers to calm the electricity down. Her best efforts were in vain, however, because when she tried to calm the electricity down, it only grew stronger and brighter. This perplexed Storm. But when Prof. X gave the order to take the jet down, she didn't argue.
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Yuri stood on the edge of the boarding house, hoping against hope that they would see him. Ah! At last! The jet turned and started to head his general direction.
When it landed the first person to come out of the plane was Prof. X. Yuri stood at the foot of the ramp, wondering how he was going to get around the language problem. He already knew man's intentions and where he came from, but the man did not know him yet.
Prof. X wheeled down the ramp towards the now dark boarding house. He figured Yuri had calmed the sparks down so the people in the plane could get out without getting electrified. He did not come empty handed, though. Prof. X came bearing a small gift. The gift was a universal translator. It could translate Russian into most any language on the planet. It was the brainchild of Professor Xavier himself.
Yuri stood in utter shock (no pun intended), starring at the object in the old man's hands. It was a translator! Yuri had seen one in an airport one time. He wasn't able to buy it, however, due to lack of money. Yuri almost fainted when the old man handed it over to him. Now it was time to use it!
Prof. X was amazed. This young man seemed as though he had never gotten a gift in his life! Then Professor X sat shocked for the third time that eventful evening. Yuri placed his hand over the translator and sparks jumped from it to his hand!
Yuri felt as if someone had just unloaded a dump truck of information into his brain. It was his job to sort it all out. In a strange way, he felt sorry for normal people who had to learn a language the hard way. For Yuri, the process was almost instantaneous.
Prof. X watched in awe, as the young man seemed to be going through the brain-freeze from hell. Yuri fell to his knees and clutched his head. He finally stood up and said, " Thank You, Professor x."
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Well, what do you think? Please tell me your ideas with that little button down their that says ' SUBMIT REVIEW' and I might put it in the next chapter. And if I get 10 reviews, ill include shout outs. Please review. Flames accepted (but not too hot).