Disclaimer: I still don't own X-Men, and you probably all know that by now.
Oh well.
A/N: OK, ok, I know I haven't been updating a lot lately, but that's ok, isn't it? School satarted up, and I can't believe how much homework Im getting! Oh well, what can you do? Anyways, I promise to be a good little girl, and update regularly from now on. :D ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Opal looked around as the room she was in appeared before her eyes. She smilled. It worked! Carefuly, she crossed the room to the door. She warily opened it a little, carefully, she peeked outside. It was swarming with people. But not guards, ordinary office people. They would be easy to take on. She flung the door open and stepped into the hall. She already had a fireball starting in her hands.Everybody stopped. There were about fifty of them. Women and men swarming throught the hallways like ants. On their way to their plain, gray cubicles. Like ants. Thats what they were. Ants. Easy to squish. The first few came at Opal. She cast her fireball down on the ground in front of her. It swarmed quickly into a protective cricle. She went invisible and walked through the flames, immune to her own creation. No one could see her, they only saw the fire. It soared from floor to ceiling, only burning air. Opal marveled at it for a moment with the others, then turned her destruction on them.
Opal threw out her hands, and with them, all present found themselves squashed against the walls. They still came. There were more than she had expected. She couldn't hold them all! Reluctantly, Opal let go of the people aginst the walls and they fell to the floor with a mighty crash. Another fireball formed in her hands. Her old shield had burnt out. She thrust the newly created ball towards the crowd, then turned her head way at the sight and smell of burning flesh. She faced her opponents once agin. Was it just her imagination, or were there even more coming down the hall? Their numbers had gone from fifty to close to two-hundred in an instant. It just didn't make sense.
Her hesitation, no matter how slight, was enough to let an opening in her attack. The crowd of people came at her. To many for her to fight. But she tried. Oh, yes she tried. But they were to plentiful. She shot fire at them, and ice. Wind tore their perfect ties out of place, and mussed their perfectly gelled hair. They were just office workers, but they were all trained in something. Boxing, karatee, kung-fu. All of them, and many more. It was to much for Opal to take. Plus, they were multiplying, or so it seemed. She held her breath and sunk through the floor to the level below.
Opal landed hard on her back on the level beneath the one she had been on. It was the oddest feeling she had ever experianced. Like swimming, but falling out of the bottom of the pool. Opal looked through the ceiling at the mob. They were looking around, Then they clued in to where she had gone and stormed down to the end of the hall, where there was an elevator. As many as could boarded, and Opal watched the elevator sink down to her level. *DING* The annoyingly cheerful bell sounded. But Opal wasn't around the hear it. She was already gone. She sunk down as many levels as she could, until she reached the bottom floor. It was a basement of somesort. It was dank and dark. A bare bulb dangled from the ceiling. It flickered of and on, fighting to keep it's light yelow glow alive. Then it died completely. Opal blew softly into her hand. A small flame appeared there She cupped both hands around the flame, until it grw to the size of one of her fists. It gave off no heat, onyl light. She crept down the hall of what could only be a dungeon. She heared a dry cough behind her and turned abrupty, only to find that one of the cells that lined the hall was inhabited.
Opal stared into the face of the boy. He couldn't be more than ten or twelve. She peered at him more carefully. Nope. He was closer to fourteen or fiftenn, but his cherubic face made him look innocent. Above his cell door was painted the words "Pain Caster. Rarity: one out of three thousand" Opal glared at the words. So she wasn't the only mutant here. There was at least one more. Then she realized that the boy was staring back. Gawking, really. His mouth was open, his eyes practically bulging out of his sockets.
"Who are you?" the boy asked. Opal stared for a moment before processing his question. Then, what he wanted clicked.
"Huh? Oh! I'm Opal," she said. He smiled, but then broke out caughing in his dry, hacking voice. He was sick. Very sick.
"I'm Peter," he informed her, "How did you get out? No one can break these cells. We've all tried. I don't know what they are, but-" Opal cut him off.
"We!" she shrieked, "There is a 'we'?" he nodded.
"At least twelve, that I know of," he replied, "Maybe more. Can you get us out?" Opal nodded. She would sure as hell try. That damn bastard. Not only did he keep mutants locked up, but he didn't even take care of them properly! It was outrageouse. Opal approached the doors. It was a simple lock. The bars were the main thing. They were the toughest metal she had ever seen. But the lock wouldn't take much work. Softly, she closed her eyes and let her mental self soar through the mechanism of the lock. 'Opal' jiggled around a few peices, and the lock clicked open. She swung the door back on it's hinges.
"Come on," she urged the boy, "Lead me to the others." ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
A/N: Sorry for all of the spelling mistakes that you are likely to find! I can't spell, and my spell check is broken. :'(
A/N: OK, ok, I know I haven't been updating a lot lately, but that's ok, isn't it? School satarted up, and I can't believe how much homework Im getting! Oh well, what can you do? Anyways, I promise to be a good little girl, and update regularly from now on. :D ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Opal looked around as the room she was in appeared before her eyes. She smilled. It worked! Carefuly, she crossed the room to the door. She warily opened it a little, carefully, she peeked outside. It was swarming with people. But not guards, ordinary office people. They would be easy to take on. She flung the door open and stepped into the hall. She already had a fireball starting in her hands.Everybody stopped. There were about fifty of them. Women and men swarming throught the hallways like ants. On their way to their plain, gray cubicles. Like ants. Thats what they were. Ants. Easy to squish. The first few came at Opal. She cast her fireball down on the ground in front of her. It swarmed quickly into a protective cricle. She went invisible and walked through the flames, immune to her own creation. No one could see her, they only saw the fire. It soared from floor to ceiling, only burning air. Opal marveled at it for a moment with the others, then turned her destruction on them.
Opal threw out her hands, and with them, all present found themselves squashed against the walls. They still came. There were more than she had expected. She couldn't hold them all! Reluctantly, Opal let go of the people aginst the walls and they fell to the floor with a mighty crash. Another fireball formed in her hands. Her old shield had burnt out. She thrust the newly created ball towards the crowd, then turned her head way at the sight and smell of burning flesh. She faced her opponents once agin. Was it just her imagination, or were there even more coming down the hall? Their numbers had gone from fifty to close to two-hundred in an instant. It just didn't make sense.
Her hesitation, no matter how slight, was enough to let an opening in her attack. The crowd of people came at her. To many for her to fight. But she tried. Oh, yes she tried. But they were to plentiful. She shot fire at them, and ice. Wind tore their perfect ties out of place, and mussed their perfectly gelled hair. They were just office workers, but they were all trained in something. Boxing, karatee, kung-fu. All of them, and many more. It was to much for Opal to take. Plus, they were multiplying, or so it seemed. She held her breath and sunk through the floor to the level below.
Opal landed hard on her back on the level beneath the one she had been on. It was the oddest feeling she had ever experianced. Like swimming, but falling out of the bottom of the pool. Opal looked through the ceiling at the mob. They were looking around, Then they clued in to where she had gone and stormed down to the end of the hall, where there was an elevator. As many as could boarded, and Opal watched the elevator sink down to her level. *DING* The annoyingly cheerful bell sounded. But Opal wasn't around the hear it. She was already gone. She sunk down as many levels as she could, until she reached the bottom floor. It was a basement of somesort. It was dank and dark. A bare bulb dangled from the ceiling. It flickered of and on, fighting to keep it's light yelow glow alive. Then it died completely. Opal blew softly into her hand. A small flame appeared there She cupped both hands around the flame, until it grw to the size of one of her fists. It gave off no heat, onyl light. She crept down the hall of what could only be a dungeon. She heared a dry cough behind her and turned abrupty, only to find that one of the cells that lined the hall was inhabited.
Opal stared into the face of the boy. He couldn't be more than ten or twelve. She peered at him more carefully. Nope. He was closer to fourteen or fiftenn, but his cherubic face made him look innocent. Above his cell door was painted the words "Pain Caster. Rarity: one out of three thousand" Opal glared at the words. So she wasn't the only mutant here. There was at least one more. Then she realized that the boy was staring back. Gawking, really. His mouth was open, his eyes practically bulging out of his sockets.
"Who are you?" the boy asked. Opal stared for a moment before processing his question. Then, what he wanted clicked.
"Huh? Oh! I'm Opal," she said. He smiled, but then broke out caughing in his dry, hacking voice. He was sick. Very sick.
"I'm Peter," he informed her, "How did you get out? No one can break these cells. We've all tried. I don't know what they are, but-" Opal cut him off.
"We!" she shrieked, "There is a 'we'?" he nodded.
"At least twelve, that I know of," he replied, "Maybe more. Can you get us out?" Opal nodded. She would sure as hell try. That damn bastard. Not only did he keep mutants locked up, but he didn't even take care of them properly! It was outrageouse. Opal approached the doors. It was a simple lock. The bars were the main thing. They were the toughest metal she had ever seen. But the lock wouldn't take much work. Softly, she closed her eyes and let her mental self soar through the mechanism of the lock. 'Opal' jiggled around a few peices, and the lock clicked open. She swung the door back on it's hinges.
"Come on," she urged the boy, "Lead me to the others." ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
A/N: Sorry for all of the spelling mistakes that you are likely to find! I can't spell, and my spell check is broken. :'(