Disclaimer: I am bored today, so I think that, for a change, I will write out the full disclaimer. Ok, here goes; I do not own X-Men, Pyro, any of the X-Men characters, or mutant powers. I do, however, own everything else.
A/N: I'm going to be using the multiple points of view again, ok? If they confuse you, let me know :D
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Opal
I looked at Pyro and Nike. What were they doing there? I didn't trust them, and I probably never would. She tried to persuade me, but forgot what I can do. I didn't need to play this petty game anymore. I got straight to the point.
"How did you get here?" I asked. Then, knowing that she would probably lie, I searched her brain for the information that I needed. I saw her and Pyro being led to the room that I had visited in its holographic form. I saw them choose certain files. I saw Nike find her own file. She cried, and they were dragged away. During this, I hadn't been listening to what Nike had to say.
"Magneto sold you out, too." I told her.
"What?!" she cried, "He didn't. It was my own stupidity that got us here."
"How do you think," I asked, "that you got that far? Monsieur told you that all of his employees wears sunglasses, or contacts. How do you think that that one guard was not wearing eyewear? Coincidence? Fate? Are you still not convinced?" I was getting angry. I poured out all of my hatred for Magneto and those like him into my words. "On Monsieur's desk, there is a pile of forms. Did you not glance at the first one?" I held the image in my mind. "It is a letter from Magneto to that man. 'I will send two of my best to you, in return for three million dollars.' That is what it said! Face it! He sold us out! He will be the end of all mutants if he goes through with it!"
The stress from the day was just to much. The guilt of murder followed the pain of being bought and sold like an animal. I couldn't handle that along with the pressure that I was feeling from having so many mutants around me. I lost it, completely. A strong, angry seizure took over me. I lay on the floor, my back arching unnaturally, and sobbed I do not cry very often, or ever, really. I couldn't take it any more. I wanted to die. Why was I here? I could feel the wind, the flame, and the ice. All of it surrounded me. I was trying to block out the world. Have life the way that it was before I found out about my curse.
When it was over, I lay, and I sobbed. Without looking up, I reached out with a power, in my fury I did not even notice that it was magneto's power, and I bent the bars to their cage. They stepped free, and sent the door of the cell flying into the brick wall behind it, and I cried.
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Meg
Mike is amazing. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be racing through the forest. The two of us were in the lead. Someone had picked up Alison. She wasn't as strong as the rest of us were, as she was the only one under thirteen.
A pine tree whipped my face, and I felt a trickle of blood run down my cheek. I wiped it away defiantly. Nothing was going to stop me.
"Stop! Now!" The voice rang through the forest. I looked back. Six or seven guards were chasing after us. I kept running, as did the rest pf the group.
"Can you fight?" I asked Mike. He nodded.
"Of coarse I can fight!" he said.
"Good. Take Peter, and Jen, too," I commanded, "Fight them off. I'm going to lead us to those hills over there. There are some caves. Meet us there when it's safe." He nodded, and he, Jen, and Peter fell behind. I kept running, praying that they would be ok. I'm not really religious, but praying somehow felt right in a case like this.
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Jen
I knew that something was wrong when I heard those voices behind me. Mike stopped Peter and me and together we stopped, in a line, facing the steadily growing number of guards. I looked at them. They all had guns. We were three teenagers. Peter was sick, and I didn't know how good of shape Mike was in. I was a girl. Maybe they would underestimate me. That always gave me the upper hand.
I looked around. I could take all of their energy, but then I had to find a place yto put all of that extra energy. I thought of putting it into the three of us, but an overdose of energy could kill a person.
The guards rushed at us, all of them. There were about sixteen. Mike rushed at him, and Peter stood his ground, but I saw three of them drop, screaming as if they were on fire. I turned my head away, but forced it back as the fighting began. I drained three of them of their energy, forcing it into the three of us, but mostly into me. I can take more energy than a normal person before I die. Mike could fight. Oh, man, could he fight. Every punch that was thrown in his direction was stopped, and replaced with a harder one on the guard's nose In a matter of minutes, four of the guards were out cold, and three others had their guns broken and useless. That left six more to be dealt with. Peter had run out of energy, I boosted him with a guard's energy. One of the guards that Peter had worked on was getting up. One more was regaining their energy. Mike was draining fast. I tried to keep a steady stream of energy flowing. Then I found that I had more energy than I could handle. I had an enormous amount from the unconscious guards. I forced as much as I could take into myself, but the guys were not losing energy that fast. I had to do something with that energy.
I felt myself blacking out from the amount of energy that I contained, so I quickly found a life form and forced the energy into them. Every living animal that I could reach got a spray of energy. I squirrel leapt thirty feet to the nearest feet. A fly went crazy, going at least three hundred miles per hour. A troop of earthworms shot out of the ground and flew twelve feet into the air. There were no more animals in range, but I got rid of most of the energy. I forced the rest into a thorn bush near the battle, where Mike and Peter were still fighting furiously.
The thorn bush grew at an alarming rate. I saw Mike liquefy to get out of the way, and Peter ran as fast as his newfound energy would let him. But the guards were waited down with guns and Kevlar. They were fire proofed, with oxygen tanks on some of them. They couldn't move fast enough. I watched in horror as a vine of thorns grew up so fast under a guard, that he didn't have time to move. It grew right through him, the three-inch long thorns sticking out his chest. More vines wrapped around the other men, trapping them in a painful cage that they could not escape. I couldn't believe what I had done. I had never given a plant energy, and I don't think that I ever will again. I stared, entranced, as crimson blood dripped from a dead man's lips, fear and pain in his hollow eyes. I couldn't look away until Mike, who had solidified himself, shook me, and dragged me away from the scene.
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James
Opal was going to attract every guard in the place. First with the shouting, and now she seemed to be having a seizure. I had to snap her out of it, but how? Carefully, I peered through the wall of flame that seemed to be surrounding her. When it died, I stepped cautiously towards her cowering form. The cute one and the guy were behind me.
"Opal?" I asked, nudging her. "Opal?" she sat up, rubbing her red eyes. Anger showed there. Anger and hate, and, most of all, suffering and fear. So much fear.
"Call me Mimic," she said, "Come on, Lets show these bastards what we can do!" she stood up, and started a small flame in her hand. "Pyro," she said, "Take this flame. Don't' let it go out. Keep it. We're going to fight. What can you do, James?" The question came abruptly.
"I- I can walk through walls, and go invisible, but they gave me something, and I can't go through stuff anymore." She closed her eyes. I felt a twitch in my min. It didn't hurt, but it felt odd, like someone sticking their finger into my brain. I didn't like it. I shivered.
"That'll fix it," Opal, now Mimic, said.
"I'm sorry if this doesn't work," I said, turning to the boy, Pyro. I wound up and threw a punch at him. Sure enough, it went right through his nose.
"Don't' ever o that again," he said, crossing his eyes to look at his nose.
"Come on," Mimic said, "We're going to go kick those mutant-haters' asses!" I grinned, Nike looked nervous, but Pyro was smiling cockily. Mimic, steel-faced and proud, led us down the hallway to beat the guards.
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Mike
Meg told me to go, and I went, taking Jen and Peter with me. I had taken karate as a kid, but that wasn't the only training that I had had. Bullies were always picking on me because of my height. My dad taught me how to fight, and I learned to box when I was twelve. After that, I never had another problem with bullies again.
We hit the wall of guards hard. Maybe in my school gym, or in the karate school I was trained and disciplined when I fought. But here, when it was life or death, I just danced.
Peter took out three, and Jen took another three. Neither of them could fight very well. That was all up to me. I guess Meg picked them because of their powers. The three of us worked beautifully together, with Jen taking power from the guards, feeding it to Peter and me, with the two of us fighting.
I turned for a moment, to look at Jen. Fear and desperation played on her face. Between kicks and punches, I glanced at her to see what was wrong. She looked like she was going to faint. I could see the idea spreading on her face before it happened. I didn't know what it was.
Then a squirrel, which looked like it was on crack, launched itself high above my head, landing in another tree on the other side of the clearing, about thirty feet away. A fly flew into my forehead so fast that it squashed itself there, and earthworms propelled themselves out of the ground with force and energy that I have never known other earthworms to portray.
That wasn't what she stopped at. A thorn bush exploded beside the guard I was fighting. On an impulse, I liquefied as the bush grew up right where I had been. I don't know if Jen had been trying to do that or not. Oh, God, I hope not.
I slithered, I guess, over to Jen and solidified myself. She was staring at the bloodied corpse of one of the guards. She rocked slightly where she sat, not taking her eyes off the scene. I tried calling her name, but she just sat there and stared. She was in shock. I shook her, and dragged her away from the scene in hopes of lifting her from her trance. She still didn't respond, so I put her on my back, and Peter and I started off in the direction that the others had gone.
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A/N: ok, that's all for now, folks! Please review and tell me what you think so far!
A/N: I'm going to be using the multiple points of view again, ok? If they confuse you, let me know :D
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Opal
I looked at Pyro and Nike. What were they doing there? I didn't trust them, and I probably never would. She tried to persuade me, but forgot what I can do. I didn't need to play this petty game anymore. I got straight to the point.
"How did you get here?" I asked. Then, knowing that she would probably lie, I searched her brain for the information that I needed. I saw her and Pyro being led to the room that I had visited in its holographic form. I saw them choose certain files. I saw Nike find her own file. She cried, and they were dragged away. During this, I hadn't been listening to what Nike had to say.
"Magneto sold you out, too." I told her.
"What?!" she cried, "He didn't. It was my own stupidity that got us here."
"How do you think," I asked, "that you got that far? Monsieur told you that all of his employees wears sunglasses, or contacts. How do you think that that one guard was not wearing eyewear? Coincidence? Fate? Are you still not convinced?" I was getting angry. I poured out all of my hatred for Magneto and those like him into my words. "On Monsieur's desk, there is a pile of forms. Did you not glance at the first one?" I held the image in my mind. "It is a letter from Magneto to that man. 'I will send two of my best to you, in return for three million dollars.' That is what it said! Face it! He sold us out! He will be the end of all mutants if he goes through with it!"
The stress from the day was just to much. The guilt of murder followed the pain of being bought and sold like an animal. I couldn't handle that along with the pressure that I was feeling from having so many mutants around me. I lost it, completely. A strong, angry seizure took over me. I lay on the floor, my back arching unnaturally, and sobbed I do not cry very often, or ever, really. I couldn't take it any more. I wanted to die. Why was I here? I could feel the wind, the flame, and the ice. All of it surrounded me. I was trying to block out the world. Have life the way that it was before I found out about my curse.
When it was over, I lay, and I sobbed. Without looking up, I reached out with a power, in my fury I did not even notice that it was magneto's power, and I bent the bars to their cage. They stepped free, and sent the door of the cell flying into the brick wall behind it, and I cried.
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Meg
Mike is amazing. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be racing through the forest. The two of us were in the lead. Someone had picked up Alison. She wasn't as strong as the rest of us were, as she was the only one under thirteen.
A pine tree whipped my face, and I felt a trickle of blood run down my cheek. I wiped it away defiantly. Nothing was going to stop me.
"Stop! Now!" The voice rang through the forest. I looked back. Six or seven guards were chasing after us. I kept running, as did the rest pf the group.
"Can you fight?" I asked Mike. He nodded.
"Of coarse I can fight!" he said.
"Good. Take Peter, and Jen, too," I commanded, "Fight them off. I'm going to lead us to those hills over there. There are some caves. Meet us there when it's safe." He nodded, and he, Jen, and Peter fell behind. I kept running, praying that they would be ok. I'm not really religious, but praying somehow felt right in a case like this.
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Jen
I knew that something was wrong when I heard those voices behind me. Mike stopped Peter and me and together we stopped, in a line, facing the steadily growing number of guards. I looked at them. They all had guns. We were three teenagers. Peter was sick, and I didn't know how good of shape Mike was in. I was a girl. Maybe they would underestimate me. That always gave me the upper hand.
I looked around. I could take all of their energy, but then I had to find a place yto put all of that extra energy. I thought of putting it into the three of us, but an overdose of energy could kill a person.
The guards rushed at us, all of them. There were about sixteen. Mike rushed at him, and Peter stood his ground, but I saw three of them drop, screaming as if they were on fire. I turned my head away, but forced it back as the fighting began. I drained three of them of their energy, forcing it into the three of us, but mostly into me. I can take more energy than a normal person before I die. Mike could fight. Oh, man, could he fight. Every punch that was thrown in his direction was stopped, and replaced with a harder one on the guard's nose In a matter of minutes, four of the guards were out cold, and three others had their guns broken and useless. That left six more to be dealt with. Peter had run out of energy, I boosted him with a guard's energy. One of the guards that Peter had worked on was getting up. One more was regaining their energy. Mike was draining fast. I tried to keep a steady stream of energy flowing. Then I found that I had more energy than I could handle. I had an enormous amount from the unconscious guards. I forced as much as I could take into myself, but the guys were not losing energy that fast. I had to do something with that energy.
I felt myself blacking out from the amount of energy that I contained, so I quickly found a life form and forced the energy into them. Every living animal that I could reach got a spray of energy. I squirrel leapt thirty feet to the nearest feet. A fly went crazy, going at least three hundred miles per hour. A troop of earthworms shot out of the ground and flew twelve feet into the air. There were no more animals in range, but I got rid of most of the energy. I forced the rest into a thorn bush near the battle, where Mike and Peter were still fighting furiously.
The thorn bush grew at an alarming rate. I saw Mike liquefy to get out of the way, and Peter ran as fast as his newfound energy would let him. But the guards were waited down with guns and Kevlar. They were fire proofed, with oxygen tanks on some of them. They couldn't move fast enough. I watched in horror as a vine of thorns grew up so fast under a guard, that he didn't have time to move. It grew right through him, the three-inch long thorns sticking out his chest. More vines wrapped around the other men, trapping them in a painful cage that they could not escape. I couldn't believe what I had done. I had never given a plant energy, and I don't think that I ever will again. I stared, entranced, as crimson blood dripped from a dead man's lips, fear and pain in his hollow eyes. I couldn't look away until Mike, who had solidified himself, shook me, and dragged me away from the scene.
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James
Opal was going to attract every guard in the place. First with the shouting, and now she seemed to be having a seizure. I had to snap her out of it, but how? Carefully, I peered through the wall of flame that seemed to be surrounding her. When it died, I stepped cautiously towards her cowering form. The cute one and the guy were behind me.
"Opal?" I asked, nudging her. "Opal?" she sat up, rubbing her red eyes. Anger showed there. Anger and hate, and, most of all, suffering and fear. So much fear.
"Call me Mimic," she said, "Come on, Lets show these bastards what we can do!" she stood up, and started a small flame in her hand. "Pyro," she said, "Take this flame. Don't' let it go out. Keep it. We're going to fight. What can you do, James?" The question came abruptly.
"I- I can walk through walls, and go invisible, but they gave me something, and I can't go through stuff anymore." She closed her eyes. I felt a twitch in my min. It didn't hurt, but it felt odd, like someone sticking their finger into my brain. I didn't like it. I shivered.
"That'll fix it," Opal, now Mimic, said.
"I'm sorry if this doesn't work," I said, turning to the boy, Pyro. I wound up and threw a punch at him. Sure enough, it went right through his nose.
"Don't' ever o that again," he said, crossing his eyes to look at his nose.
"Come on," Mimic said, "We're going to go kick those mutant-haters' asses!" I grinned, Nike looked nervous, but Pyro was smiling cockily. Mimic, steel-faced and proud, led us down the hallway to beat the guards.
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Mike
Meg told me to go, and I went, taking Jen and Peter with me. I had taken karate as a kid, but that wasn't the only training that I had had. Bullies were always picking on me because of my height. My dad taught me how to fight, and I learned to box when I was twelve. After that, I never had another problem with bullies again.
We hit the wall of guards hard. Maybe in my school gym, or in the karate school I was trained and disciplined when I fought. But here, when it was life or death, I just danced.
Peter took out three, and Jen took another three. Neither of them could fight very well. That was all up to me. I guess Meg picked them because of their powers. The three of us worked beautifully together, with Jen taking power from the guards, feeding it to Peter and me, with the two of us fighting.
I turned for a moment, to look at Jen. Fear and desperation played on her face. Between kicks and punches, I glanced at her to see what was wrong. She looked like she was going to faint. I could see the idea spreading on her face before it happened. I didn't know what it was.
Then a squirrel, which looked like it was on crack, launched itself high above my head, landing in another tree on the other side of the clearing, about thirty feet away. A fly flew into my forehead so fast that it squashed itself there, and earthworms propelled themselves out of the ground with force and energy that I have never known other earthworms to portray.
That wasn't what she stopped at. A thorn bush exploded beside the guard I was fighting. On an impulse, I liquefied as the bush grew up right where I had been. I don't know if Jen had been trying to do that or not. Oh, God, I hope not.
I slithered, I guess, over to Jen and solidified myself. She was staring at the bloodied corpse of one of the guards. She rocked slightly where she sat, not taking her eyes off the scene. I tried calling her name, but she just sat there and stared. She was in shock. I shook her, and dragged her away from the scene in hopes of lifting her from her trance. She still didn't respond, so I put her on my back, and Peter and I started off in the direction that the others had gone.
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A/N: ok, that's all for now, folks! Please review and tell me what you think so far!