Eri-Sama: Not sure if I added this to the last chapter but the recognizable
characters still aren't mine, but those you don't know are. Again, tilde
chains (~~~) will indicate a flashback. Also, in case you somehow skipped
over my first intro, every part of this story -could- be offensive, so
beware. I'm absolutely hungry for comments, but I also don't think I've had
a whole lot happen to these guys to get so many comments. I also don't
believe in threats, but it might get you guys to reviewing a little faster.
Anyway, please enjoy, I spent a lot of time developing the characters and
(hopefully) emotion within the story.
Whispers From the Past
Daylight came all too soon for Kurt. He spent the rest of the night thinking about what happened between he and Orora. 'I wonder if she will be upset with me. Maybe she wanted me to sleep next to her. What will I say to her at breakfast? Should I visit her every night?' His thoughts and concerns grew and preyed on his mind for two hours as he lay in bed, attempting sleep. He finally gave up on sleep and sat at his window, watching the sunrise. Glancing back he noticed it was 7:43, breakfast would be ready soon and he should either eat or go to sleep, though he knew he couldn't leave his room or drift off until he was more content with himself and what happened. 'I wish I had stayed with her, woke up at her side and let her decide whether she wanted to see the rest of my body.' He got up and started to walk around, trying not to make noise so no one would think he was awake, and thoughts still racing in his head. Kurt found his way to his bathroom, pulled off his sweatpants and lightly touched himself, his member responding immediately. 'I didn't study theology to end up like this. I should have more willpower.' His thoughts drifted to the feel of Orora's skin beneath his fingers as he stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water to pelt his chest, running down and over his now erect penis. He lathered up the rest of his body, trying to resist touching himself again for pleasure but failed and allowed his soapy hands to glide up and down his length. Small moans escaped from his mouth, lips parted just enough to ease the labor of breathing. He came quickly and hard as his mind finished the replay of his time with his love just a few hours ago and kneeled on the floor of the tub, panting, still unable to let go. As his mind cleared from the fog of orgasm, his thoughts returned to his self- inflicted dilemma. 'She wouldn't have let me walk away if she felt obligated to me. I will go to her tonight and talk with her again.'
***
Dr. McCoy paced once again, only pausing to drink coffee or sit for a few moments. He didn't understand why his experiment went so wrong. After a few hours and a lot of cross referencing, Hank and Navia found that his cell structure was changing, less rapidly after the first few hours, but they calculated that he'd mutate within the next few days. McCoy didn't have a hatred for mutants, but he feared what he didn't understand as most humans do. As his humanity slipped away, he grew more afraid because he would soon be proof of how little he knew about them.
He grabbed some more coffee and sat down, jamming the mug down on a surface next to him, causing a considerable amount of the liquid to spill. "Dr. McCoy, please" Navia started to scold him for his careless actions but stopped and took a step back.
"I'm sorry, Navia. You. you don't have to call me Dr. McCoy anymore, since I'm sure they'll strip me of my title after people notice my mutation." He stopped to scratch his scalp; skin irritation was one of the symptoms with his mutation. Gods knew what his mutation would be, but so far they noticed changes in his hair follicles, thickening and change in hair color was apparent.
Navia sighed. "Hank, you can't let this get to you, not now. Here, lets watch Senate coverage to see what's going on with that registration act nonsense."
*** "I yield 2 minutes to the gentlewoman from Kansas."
"Thank you. I try to think of the Mutant Registration Act as a way to help the Department of Health and Human Services. We intend for the information we gather to be kept strictly confidential and only used for research. There are enough mutants out there who have come forward in our test areas who would like to help us find a cure, if possible, and have powers they need assistance in controlling before they become dangerous to themselves and those around them. This will also help us with strange occurrences like the one that happened in the south last month. Rather than this becoming a sort of punishment or internment camp, the MRA will be a social program for mutants, something meant to help not harm. I yield back to the gentleman from Ohio."
"Thank you, Senator. As the gentlewoman from Kansas said, our version of the Mutant Registration Act is meant solely for the purpose of education and research."
The time for voting followed the Senator's closing statements and Xavier and Scott looked on while they called role.
"Professor, why did we come? I really don't see what we can do if we're only watching."
Xavier cut him off. "Scott, they really do think they're voting for something innocent. At least most of them do, let's go back home."
The two took a taxi out to a remote area of Virginia to board the plane and flew quickly home. What they didn't realize was Magneto and his team were in D.C. as well, and they had heard the news.
Mystique eyed Magneto, watching him, knowing what was going on in his mind. "I hope you won't weaken when the X brats show up this time, Magneto. There is now too much at stake."
Magneto wasn't listening to her, he was intently watching the numbers increase, though slowly, on the "yea" line. His brow furrowed and his memories from his childhood came back to him, each scene flashing through his thoughts faster than he could ever blink them away.
"Magneto!" Mystique spoke louder to get his attention and he turned away, walking to the plane while he spoke.
"We will do nothing. We will see if the humans have any honor. If they do, mutants will be safe from the government. If not. humans will not be safe from us."
Whispers From the Past
Daylight came all too soon for Kurt. He spent the rest of the night thinking about what happened between he and Orora. 'I wonder if she will be upset with me. Maybe she wanted me to sleep next to her. What will I say to her at breakfast? Should I visit her every night?' His thoughts and concerns grew and preyed on his mind for two hours as he lay in bed, attempting sleep. He finally gave up on sleep and sat at his window, watching the sunrise. Glancing back he noticed it was 7:43, breakfast would be ready soon and he should either eat or go to sleep, though he knew he couldn't leave his room or drift off until he was more content with himself and what happened. 'I wish I had stayed with her, woke up at her side and let her decide whether she wanted to see the rest of my body.' He got up and started to walk around, trying not to make noise so no one would think he was awake, and thoughts still racing in his head. Kurt found his way to his bathroom, pulled off his sweatpants and lightly touched himself, his member responding immediately. 'I didn't study theology to end up like this. I should have more willpower.' His thoughts drifted to the feel of Orora's skin beneath his fingers as he stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water to pelt his chest, running down and over his now erect penis. He lathered up the rest of his body, trying to resist touching himself again for pleasure but failed and allowed his soapy hands to glide up and down his length. Small moans escaped from his mouth, lips parted just enough to ease the labor of breathing. He came quickly and hard as his mind finished the replay of his time with his love just a few hours ago and kneeled on the floor of the tub, panting, still unable to let go. As his mind cleared from the fog of orgasm, his thoughts returned to his self- inflicted dilemma. 'She wouldn't have let me walk away if she felt obligated to me. I will go to her tonight and talk with her again.'
***
Dr. McCoy paced once again, only pausing to drink coffee or sit for a few moments. He didn't understand why his experiment went so wrong. After a few hours and a lot of cross referencing, Hank and Navia found that his cell structure was changing, less rapidly after the first few hours, but they calculated that he'd mutate within the next few days. McCoy didn't have a hatred for mutants, but he feared what he didn't understand as most humans do. As his humanity slipped away, he grew more afraid because he would soon be proof of how little he knew about them.
He grabbed some more coffee and sat down, jamming the mug down on a surface next to him, causing a considerable amount of the liquid to spill. "Dr. McCoy, please" Navia started to scold him for his careless actions but stopped and took a step back.
"I'm sorry, Navia. You. you don't have to call me Dr. McCoy anymore, since I'm sure they'll strip me of my title after people notice my mutation." He stopped to scratch his scalp; skin irritation was one of the symptoms with his mutation. Gods knew what his mutation would be, but so far they noticed changes in his hair follicles, thickening and change in hair color was apparent.
Navia sighed. "Hank, you can't let this get to you, not now. Here, lets watch Senate coverage to see what's going on with that registration act nonsense."
*** "I yield 2 minutes to the gentlewoman from Kansas."
"Thank you. I try to think of the Mutant Registration Act as a way to help the Department of Health and Human Services. We intend for the information we gather to be kept strictly confidential and only used for research. There are enough mutants out there who have come forward in our test areas who would like to help us find a cure, if possible, and have powers they need assistance in controlling before they become dangerous to themselves and those around them. This will also help us with strange occurrences like the one that happened in the south last month. Rather than this becoming a sort of punishment or internment camp, the MRA will be a social program for mutants, something meant to help not harm. I yield back to the gentleman from Ohio."
"Thank you, Senator. As the gentlewoman from Kansas said, our version of the Mutant Registration Act is meant solely for the purpose of education and research."
The time for voting followed the Senator's closing statements and Xavier and Scott looked on while they called role.
"Professor, why did we come? I really don't see what we can do if we're only watching."
Xavier cut him off. "Scott, they really do think they're voting for something innocent. At least most of them do, let's go back home."
The two took a taxi out to a remote area of Virginia to board the plane and flew quickly home. What they didn't realize was Magneto and his team were in D.C. as well, and they had heard the news.
Mystique eyed Magneto, watching him, knowing what was going on in his mind. "I hope you won't weaken when the X brats show up this time, Magneto. There is now too much at stake."
Magneto wasn't listening to her, he was intently watching the numbers increase, though slowly, on the "yea" line. His brow furrowed and his memories from his childhood came back to him, each scene flashing through his thoughts faster than he could ever blink them away.
"Magneto!" Mystique spoke louder to get his attention and he turned away, walking to the plane while he spoke.
"We will do nothing. We will see if the humans have any honor. If they do, mutants will be safe from the government. If not. humans will not be safe from us."