A/N: This is very AU, n OOC. No pairings have been decided yet, sorry. Also, Thank You so much for reviewing. The next part should come up faster than this one did. Hopefully.
A/N2: I'm still in the prologue, just to let you know.
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Ever Changing
[Prologue pt.2-Phantom Pains]
It happened so quickly, a silent figure pondered thoughtfully as he laid his newly aching head upon a raised palm. One moment he was sitting in the war room with the others listening to, or in his personal case pretending to pay attention to, the professor drone on and on about something or another and the next… Well in the next instance nearly half of the group was either toppled over in unrepressed pain or blessedly passed out on the floor.
To say the whole incident was a little strange would have been a severe understatement, and add to the fact that he seemed to be the only one slightly affected was another niche on unusual scale.
'Its not that I'm ungrateful to be awake, quite the contrary, but did it have to give me the migraine from hell as a parting gesture.' Red iris'd eyes sluggishly closed as the thought trickled along with the seemingly thundering beat of his brain smashing back and forth against his slightly to small of a skull.
'On the plus side …' He laughed slightly with a wicked grin appearing innocently upon full lips. 'Seeing Cyke cowering on the floor twitching with steady stream of drool dribbling down his chin hugging an equally pain-induced comatose Wolverine to his chest would be a sight he wouldn't forget for a lo~ng time. Let alone the fun he would have when they realized their predicament…'
'Wish I had a camera…' Was the last coherent thought as a new wave of unrepressed agony reeled through him once again.
"Fuck!" Gambit cursed venomously even as glove encased hands with open fingers clawed furiously into the tables' top, leaving several crescent shaped punctures in the metals frame in a desperate attempt to get away from the suffering.
Unbeknownst to him, or any other person in the room, the Cajun began to glow an interesting pinkish-red as the power deep within him ragged out of control and danced around his frame like a living halo.
Toppling to the ground screaming Gambit clutched at his head and hair with a vice-like grip, nearly pulling out several long strands of hair with each jerk, and slammed his already abused head into the ground again and again with a silent begging for it to stop upon his blooding lips.
Flashes of raw emotion plowed through the young Cajun's well-structured walls leaving them open and vulnerable to the latest invasion. Un-mercilessly emotions began to blend in with unknown sights and sounds, which in turn evolved into clear pictures.
Gambit could only watch in horror as the visions flashed and played out right before his stunned eyes…
{flash}
A blonde teenager convulsing on the ground as his body twisted and turned in un-natural angles. Pain and fear clearly etched upon his face as he continued to squirm and weep on the hard floor...
{flash}
A pretty redhead standing over the same blonde watching gleefully as he desperately reached out for her with bloody, clawed hands...
{flash}
The redhead kneeling down next to the now unconscious blonde petting his long hair like he was a dog and she its master, as she kissed his forehead and smirkingly snapped a strange collar around the boys neck…
TBC…
A/N2: I'm still in the prologue, just to let you know.
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Ever Changing
[Prologue pt.2-Phantom Pains]
It happened so quickly, a silent figure pondered thoughtfully as he laid his newly aching head upon a raised palm. One moment he was sitting in the war room with the others listening to, or in his personal case pretending to pay attention to, the professor drone on and on about something or another and the next… Well in the next instance nearly half of the group was either toppled over in unrepressed pain or blessedly passed out on the floor.
To say the whole incident was a little strange would have been a severe understatement, and add to the fact that he seemed to be the only one slightly affected was another niche on unusual scale.
'Its not that I'm ungrateful to be awake, quite the contrary, but did it have to give me the migraine from hell as a parting gesture.' Red iris'd eyes sluggishly closed as the thought trickled along with the seemingly thundering beat of his brain smashing back and forth against his slightly to small of a skull.
'On the plus side …' He laughed slightly with a wicked grin appearing innocently upon full lips. 'Seeing Cyke cowering on the floor twitching with steady stream of drool dribbling down his chin hugging an equally pain-induced comatose Wolverine to his chest would be a sight he wouldn't forget for a lo~ng time. Let alone the fun he would have when they realized their predicament…'
'Wish I had a camera…' Was the last coherent thought as a new wave of unrepressed agony reeled through him once again.
"Fuck!" Gambit cursed venomously even as glove encased hands with open fingers clawed furiously into the tables' top, leaving several crescent shaped punctures in the metals frame in a desperate attempt to get away from the suffering.
Unbeknownst to him, or any other person in the room, the Cajun began to glow an interesting pinkish-red as the power deep within him ragged out of control and danced around his frame like a living halo.
Toppling to the ground screaming Gambit clutched at his head and hair with a vice-like grip, nearly pulling out several long strands of hair with each jerk, and slammed his already abused head into the ground again and again with a silent begging for it to stop upon his blooding lips.
Flashes of raw emotion plowed through the young Cajun's well-structured walls leaving them open and vulnerable to the latest invasion. Un-mercilessly emotions began to blend in with unknown sights and sounds, which in turn evolved into clear pictures.
Gambit could only watch in horror as the visions flashed and played out right before his stunned eyes…
{flash}
A blonde teenager convulsing on the ground as his body twisted and turned in un-natural angles. Pain and fear clearly etched upon his face as he continued to squirm and weep on the hard floor...
{flash}
A pretty redhead standing over the same blonde watching gleefully as he desperately reached out for her with bloody, clawed hands...
{flash}
The redhead kneeling down next to the now unconscious blonde petting his long hair like he was a dog and she its master, as she kissed his forehead and smirkingly snapped a strange collar around the boys neck…
TBC…