Knock knock…who's there?…X-Men…X-Men who?…THE X-MEN AREN'T MINE!
A/N: Thanks to all my various helpers who helped me write this chapter, which in turn, helped them calm down! ^___^
Simon Leavy calmly walked down the sidewalk of Greymalkin Lane. He whistled a tune: Born to be Wild. He looked small for his age, an underestimated runt. He was muscular, but his baggy cargo pants and loose t-shirt with 'No Fear' scrawled across it covered his physique. His short, chestnut-colored hair was spiked and shined in the sun. He walked up to a large rod-iron gate and smiled. He pulled off his orange Oakley's and looked through the gate with growing interest. His eyes were his most defining feature. Thin ice blue rings for irises, the rest of the eye completely black. He pushed his sunglasses back on and paced in front of the gate like a predator paces his cage. He walked over to the speakerphone on the wall next to the gate. The speaker crackled for a moment, and then a bright voice came over the speaker.
"Xavier Institute, how may I help you?"
"Ah, yes. My name is Simon Leavy. I used to attend this school and I was interested in a visit."
"Just a moment Mr. Leavy."
Inside the estate, Elizabeth Lapier looked over the various surveillance monitors positioned towards Simon. She looked up some records and found Simon Leavy as a graduate of the school. He was apparently more interested in learning of his powers then going into the real world than spending his time training to be an X-Man. She leaned back in her chair and looked back at the surveillance monitors.
Hmm….interesting guy. She thought to herself.
She pressed the speaker button again.
"Alrighty Mr. Leavy, you're all clear. Welcome back to the Xavier Institute."
Simon smirked, and then twisted the smile back to something that looked almost sincere. The heavy gates opened and Simon strolled up the walkway to the ornate oak front doors. They opened and a smiling face greeted Simon. Straight, dark hair framed her well-structured face. Her green, reptilian eyes seemed to glow in the dim light.
"Hello, I'm Elizabeth Lapier, but everyone just calls me Liz. Please, come in."
"Thank you very much." He found it difficult to look away from her eyes. He half-smiled and pulled off his Oakley's. "I take it mutants with…distinguishable eyes are a common thing?"
Liz looked into the deep, dark eyes. A feeling washed over her, almost like fear, but a mixture of something else as well. She blinked out of the momentary trance and smiled.
"There're two other kids here with funky eyes actually. Rebecca's got purple irises and yellow pupils, and Darius…well…he doesn't really have any eyes. But uh, I'm sure you'll meet them soon enough."
"Hmm…interesting. I'm sure I will."
She led him into the main kitchen and poured herself and Simon a glass of soda. He seated himself on a barstool behind the counter, and she leaned forward with her elbows on the counter-top.
"So, where are the rest of the guys? I'm assuming all the old X-Men are still here."
"Yeah, they're still hanging around. Some of them are out right now, actually I think. But Xavier and Hank and Jean are around. Hmm…let's see…who else…Oh yeah, Remy and Rogue…no…they went down to New Orleans for a vacation…Kitty's here…Logan and Kurt are somewhere on the grounds. Ororo is in town…Scott might be in the garage…"
She laughed to herself. "I just got off duty in the Com Room. You'd think I'd know where everyone is."
Simon laughed. "Still sticking the kids on duty in the Com Room. Some things never change."
"Awh, you know it's not so bad. Just make sure that Mr. Sinister or Magneto don't show up on the door step and you're all set."
Simon nodded and laughed.
"Well hey, I'm sure I'll be able to meet up with everyone soon enough." He leaned forward in the stool.
"So. How long have you been here?"
"Hmm…almost a year now. All of us new kids have been here about a year."
"I must have just missed you guys then. I left a little over a year ago. Now, the eyes have got me interested…what do you do?"
"I turn into a dragon." She spoke very matter-of-factly.
"Really? That's very impressive."
"Yeah, it's pretty cool. I get to be about ten feet complete with teeth, claws and fire." She smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What about you?"
"It's not nearly as cool. Certainly aren't any flames. Besides, I thought you would've looked up my file before you let me in."
Liz chuckled and looked away for a moment.
"Crystallized formations grow on the skin to form a diamond-hard armor." She smiled. "That doesn't sound so bad"
"Nope. Not so bad at all." He grinned.
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"Statue of Liberty: check.
Hundreds of innocents: check.
Random minions probably not doing what I told them to: check.
Maniacal laugh…"
Dysis looked at her watch. She smiled as she raised her head towards Lady Liberty's torch. An evil laugh erupted from the blackness within her.
"Check."
Dysis leaned forward over the railing of the police boat she rode on. Three officers lay dead in a pile beneath the lower deck. The forth guided the boat around New York Harbor, staring blankly out the window. Dysis' eyes swirled and glowed yellow and pink as she sucked all of the happiness out of the officer. He was left with little will to do anything but listen to the soothing sound of the voice behind him.
"Excellent job, my dear. Circle around once more."
Dysis smiled and stood back up. Everything was on schedule and in position. She looked back down at the officer.
So easy to manipulate. I miss the challenge of a sophisticated mind. If I can just regain control of him…yes…I will regain control of him.
Her mind wandered from the present to the past. A dark figure in a long, black coat with dark eyes to match. The image had consumed her thoughts for the past few years. She blinked back to the present. She found herself in the middle of New York Harbor exactly where she suggested the officer to pilot to. She smiled as she stretched her arms out and shut her eyes. Intense heat surged from her body as she rose into the sky.
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Ororo Munroe strolled down the street to the local parking garage. She paused for a moment as she felt a noticeable shift in the balance of the earth. She looked towards the sky and her expression of worry quickly changed into that of horror.
"Merciful goddess…"
An enormous firebird hovered above New York City, the figure of the Phoenix.
A/N: Thanks to all my various helpers who helped me write this chapter, which in turn, helped them calm down! ^___^
Simon Leavy calmly walked down the sidewalk of Greymalkin Lane. He whistled a tune: Born to be Wild. He looked small for his age, an underestimated runt. He was muscular, but his baggy cargo pants and loose t-shirt with 'No Fear' scrawled across it covered his physique. His short, chestnut-colored hair was spiked and shined in the sun. He walked up to a large rod-iron gate and smiled. He pulled off his orange Oakley's and looked through the gate with growing interest. His eyes were his most defining feature. Thin ice blue rings for irises, the rest of the eye completely black. He pushed his sunglasses back on and paced in front of the gate like a predator paces his cage. He walked over to the speakerphone on the wall next to the gate. The speaker crackled for a moment, and then a bright voice came over the speaker.
"Xavier Institute, how may I help you?"
"Ah, yes. My name is Simon Leavy. I used to attend this school and I was interested in a visit."
"Just a moment Mr. Leavy."
Inside the estate, Elizabeth Lapier looked over the various surveillance monitors positioned towards Simon. She looked up some records and found Simon Leavy as a graduate of the school. He was apparently more interested in learning of his powers then going into the real world than spending his time training to be an X-Man. She leaned back in her chair and looked back at the surveillance monitors.
Hmm….interesting guy. She thought to herself.
She pressed the speaker button again.
"Alrighty Mr. Leavy, you're all clear. Welcome back to the Xavier Institute."
Simon smirked, and then twisted the smile back to something that looked almost sincere. The heavy gates opened and Simon strolled up the walkway to the ornate oak front doors. They opened and a smiling face greeted Simon. Straight, dark hair framed her well-structured face. Her green, reptilian eyes seemed to glow in the dim light.
"Hello, I'm Elizabeth Lapier, but everyone just calls me Liz. Please, come in."
"Thank you very much." He found it difficult to look away from her eyes. He half-smiled and pulled off his Oakley's. "I take it mutants with…distinguishable eyes are a common thing?"
Liz looked into the deep, dark eyes. A feeling washed over her, almost like fear, but a mixture of something else as well. She blinked out of the momentary trance and smiled.
"There're two other kids here with funky eyes actually. Rebecca's got purple irises and yellow pupils, and Darius…well…he doesn't really have any eyes. But uh, I'm sure you'll meet them soon enough."
"Hmm…interesting. I'm sure I will."
She led him into the main kitchen and poured herself and Simon a glass of soda. He seated himself on a barstool behind the counter, and she leaned forward with her elbows on the counter-top.
"So, where are the rest of the guys? I'm assuming all the old X-Men are still here."
"Yeah, they're still hanging around. Some of them are out right now, actually I think. But Xavier and Hank and Jean are around. Hmm…let's see…who else…Oh yeah, Remy and Rogue…no…they went down to New Orleans for a vacation…Kitty's here…Logan and Kurt are somewhere on the grounds. Ororo is in town…Scott might be in the garage…"
She laughed to herself. "I just got off duty in the Com Room. You'd think I'd know where everyone is."
Simon laughed. "Still sticking the kids on duty in the Com Room. Some things never change."
"Awh, you know it's not so bad. Just make sure that Mr. Sinister or Magneto don't show up on the door step and you're all set."
Simon nodded and laughed.
"Well hey, I'm sure I'll be able to meet up with everyone soon enough." He leaned forward in the stool.
"So. How long have you been here?"
"Hmm…almost a year now. All of us new kids have been here about a year."
"I must have just missed you guys then. I left a little over a year ago. Now, the eyes have got me interested…what do you do?"
"I turn into a dragon." She spoke very matter-of-factly.
"Really? That's very impressive."
"Yeah, it's pretty cool. I get to be about ten feet complete with teeth, claws and fire." She smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What about you?"
"It's not nearly as cool. Certainly aren't any flames. Besides, I thought you would've looked up my file before you let me in."
Liz chuckled and looked away for a moment.
"Crystallized formations grow on the skin to form a diamond-hard armor." She smiled. "That doesn't sound so bad"
"Nope. Not so bad at all." He grinned.
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"Statue of Liberty: check.
Hundreds of innocents: check.
Random minions probably not doing what I told them to: check.
Maniacal laugh…"
Dysis looked at her watch. She smiled as she raised her head towards Lady Liberty's torch. An evil laugh erupted from the blackness within her.
"Check."
Dysis leaned forward over the railing of the police boat she rode on. Three officers lay dead in a pile beneath the lower deck. The forth guided the boat around New York Harbor, staring blankly out the window. Dysis' eyes swirled and glowed yellow and pink as she sucked all of the happiness out of the officer. He was left with little will to do anything but listen to the soothing sound of the voice behind him.
"Excellent job, my dear. Circle around once more."
Dysis smiled and stood back up. Everything was on schedule and in position. She looked back down at the officer.
So easy to manipulate. I miss the challenge of a sophisticated mind. If I can just regain control of him…yes…I will regain control of him.
Her mind wandered from the present to the past. A dark figure in a long, black coat with dark eyes to match. The image had consumed her thoughts for the past few years. She blinked back to the present. She found herself in the middle of New York Harbor exactly where she suggested the officer to pilot to. She smiled as she stretched her arms out and shut her eyes. Intense heat surged from her body as she rose into the sky.
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Ororo Munroe strolled down the street to the local parking garage. She paused for a moment as she felt a noticeable shift in the balance of the earth. She looked towards the sky and her expression of worry quickly changed into that of horror.
"Merciful goddess…"
An enormous firebird hovered above New York City, the figure of the Phoenix.