Disclaimer: The X-Men belong to Marvel, Ilehana Xavier to Corrinth, Blaze
and all other OCs to me.
A/N: All reviews greatly appreciated.
08
The X-Jet landed on a rooftop where Vixen and Blaze were already waiting, dressed in uniform. Stretching and yawning after the journey, the X-Men piled off the plane one by one, Scott, Jean, Rogue, Kitty, Kurt, Storm, Beast, and finally Xavier himself in his wheelchair. Before Ilehana could address them telepathically, Rogue, disappointed that Gambit was nowhere to be seen, had already spat her first insult at Blaze.
"What gives you the right to wear that uniform, Blaze? You left the X-Men, or don't you remember?"
"Rogue, be quiet." Xavier snapped, picking up on Ilehana's message before Blaze had a chance to snap back. "Its good to see you are alright, Blaze."
"Thank you Professor." The Englishwoman replied stonily as Beast and Storm both gasped to see the amount of power dancing behind Blaze's eyes. Ilehana had been right; Blaze was very close to losing it completely. Surely, they thought as if one, the Professor wouldn't let Blaze get involved in this fight? Neither adult mutant was sure she could be trusted. "If you'll follow me, I can tell you all I've learned........."
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"If you don't mind me askin', Professor, how do we know Blaze can be trusted on this? She don't look exactly stable." Rogue voiced the question that had been worrying all the X-Men whilst Blaze had stepped outside. Both Xaviers knew the redheaded thief was listening, but they could hardly interfere in this conversation or risk Blaze's wrath.
"Rogue's right Professor." Scott piped up. "I mean, I'm all for giving her a second chance, but Blaze is, well, more than a little scary right now."
"You all think this way?" Xavier asked them, looking from one X-Man to the next, taking in their uncertain nods. Xavier sighed, and glanced to his daughter for guidance. Vixen didn't get a chance to answer.
"Do what you think is best." Blaze's voice was quiet, but touched with a violent undertone. Her eyes shone in the darkness of the open doorway. "I won't force you to accept me. I could," She paused, meeting Rogue's eyes with a hardened hatred. "But I won't." And with that, she left. No one tried to hide their sighs of relief.
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Magneto stood as though he was cast in iron, clad in his cape and helmet on top of a high-rise building. Eyes scanning the darkness just above the streetlights, his mutant power alerting him to the approaching helicopters before he could make them out against the skyline. A police car chase was being filmed and broadcast live to the nation as he watched, all arranged by the Master of Magnetism of course. People knew mutants existed, now to make the world afraid.
The Trepids and the Rasks were waiting for his signal, flexing mutated muscle and readying disturbing amounts of power. One girl caught his eye on the side of the Trepids. Stood shoulder to shoulder with the powerful Electra, Mercury could command metal to turn liquid, would use it to drown her opponents. She could not rival Magneto of course, but it was interesting to know there were mutants out there with similar powers to his own.
He did not need to speak to command them to fight for him. A raised arm dropped suddenly to his side sent the two warring factions charging towards each other down the broad thoroughfare. Then, without warning, a cloud of grey smoke appeared in the centre of the makeshift battlefield. So, the X- Men had been keeping an eye on him? Well, perhaps he had underestimated their abilities. No matter, by the end of this night they would be more deeply embroiled in the battle for mutant superiority than they ever could imagine. That is, if any of them were still alive.
Cries of treachery and outrage came from both gangs, the similarities between the two sets of enemies amusing Magneto as he watched. Mystique's son, Nightcrawler, shook his head as if to clear the fogginess that his teleporting caused in the air. His teammates that had teleported in with him, Cyclops, Rogue and Jean Grey, were already fighting for their lives. Through the wall of the building opposite Shadowcat tugged through an overlarge grey wolf, Vixen, and an even larger blue Beast. The air around them all turned cold enough to snow, the weather-witch Storm making her presence riding the winds felt by all sides.
For a moment both gangs fell back, cut off from their enemies by these meddling children and their teachers. But then with renewed fury both gangs attacked, bolts of electric energy from Electra lighting up the area with blue streaks. Both Trepids and Rasks were determined to annihilate the other, and anyone who stood in their way. To their credit the X-Men stood firm, Beast dodging Electra's attack as Cyclops blasted an amphibious looking mutant who's long slimy tongue threatened to drag Rogue's feet out from under her. Up above, Storm pinpointed a mutant cast entirely out of water and threw down a lightning bolt to smite him. Magneto could not tell which side the fallen man had been on. Vixen pounced, knocking over two mutants as though they were little more than skittles, before one unleashed a blast of crystal that stung the wolf through her thick pelt, making her whimper unhappily. But even as Xavier's children made their stand, it became chillingly obvious as Kitty was hit in the face by a ball of molten metal that they were gravely outnumbered.
A/N: All reviews greatly appreciated.
08
The X-Jet landed on a rooftop where Vixen and Blaze were already waiting, dressed in uniform. Stretching and yawning after the journey, the X-Men piled off the plane one by one, Scott, Jean, Rogue, Kitty, Kurt, Storm, Beast, and finally Xavier himself in his wheelchair. Before Ilehana could address them telepathically, Rogue, disappointed that Gambit was nowhere to be seen, had already spat her first insult at Blaze.
"What gives you the right to wear that uniform, Blaze? You left the X-Men, or don't you remember?"
"Rogue, be quiet." Xavier snapped, picking up on Ilehana's message before Blaze had a chance to snap back. "Its good to see you are alright, Blaze."
"Thank you Professor." The Englishwoman replied stonily as Beast and Storm both gasped to see the amount of power dancing behind Blaze's eyes. Ilehana had been right; Blaze was very close to losing it completely. Surely, they thought as if one, the Professor wouldn't let Blaze get involved in this fight? Neither adult mutant was sure she could be trusted. "If you'll follow me, I can tell you all I've learned........."
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"If you don't mind me askin', Professor, how do we know Blaze can be trusted on this? She don't look exactly stable." Rogue voiced the question that had been worrying all the X-Men whilst Blaze had stepped outside. Both Xaviers knew the redheaded thief was listening, but they could hardly interfere in this conversation or risk Blaze's wrath.
"Rogue's right Professor." Scott piped up. "I mean, I'm all for giving her a second chance, but Blaze is, well, more than a little scary right now."
"You all think this way?" Xavier asked them, looking from one X-Man to the next, taking in their uncertain nods. Xavier sighed, and glanced to his daughter for guidance. Vixen didn't get a chance to answer.
"Do what you think is best." Blaze's voice was quiet, but touched with a violent undertone. Her eyes shone in the darkness of the open doorway. "I won't force you to accept me. I could," She paused, meeting Rogue's eyes with a hardened hatred. "But I won't." And with that, she left. No one tried to hide their sighs of relief.
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Magneto stood as though he was cast in iron, clad in his cape and helmet on top of a high-rise building. Eyes scanning the darkness just above the streetlights, his mutant power alerting him to the approaching helicopters before he could make them out against the skyline. A police car chase was being filmed and broadcast live to the nation as he watched, all arranged by the Master of Magnetism of course. People knew mutants existed, now to make the world afraid.
The Trepids and the Rasks were waiting for his signal, flexing mutated muscle and readying disturbing amounts of power. One girl caught his eye on the side of the Trepids. Stood shoulder to shoulder with the powerful Electra, Mercury could command metal to turn liquid, would use it to drown her opponents. She could not rival Magneto of course, but it was interesting to know there were mutants out there with similar powers to his own.
He did not need to speak to command them to fight for him. A raised arm dropped suddenly to his side sent the two warring factions charging towards each other down the broad thoroughfare. Then, without warning, a cloud of grey smoke appeared in the centre of the makeshift battlefield. So, the X- Men had been keeping an eye on him? Well, perhaps he had underestimated their abilities. No matter, by the end of this night they would be more deeply embroiled in the battle for mutant superiority than they ever could imagine. That is, if any of them were still alive.
Cries of treachery and outrage came from both gangs, the similarities between the two sets of enemies amusing Magneto as he watched. Mystique's son, Nightcrawler, shook his head as if to clear the fogginess that his teleporting caused in the air. His teammates that had teleported in with him, Cyclops, Rogue and Jean Grey, were already fighting for their lives. Through the wall of the building opposite Shadowcat tugged through an overlarge grey wolf, Vixen, and an even larger blue Beast. The air around them all turned cold enough to snow, the weather-witch Storm making her presence riding the winds felt by all sides.
For a moment both gangs fell back, cut off from their enemies by these meddling children and their teachers. But then with renewed fury both gangs attacked, bolts of electric energy from Electra lighting up the area with blue streaks. Both Trepids and Rasks were determined to annihilate the other, and anyone who stood in their way. To their credit the X-Men stood firm, Beast dodging Electra's attack as Cyclops blasted an amphibious looking mutant who's long slimy tongue threatened to drag Rogue's feet out from under her. Up above, Storm pinpointed a mutant cast entirely out of water and threw down a lightning bolt to smite him. Magneto could not tell which side the fallen man had been on. Vixen pounced, knocking over two mutants as though they were little more than skittles, before one unleashed a blast of crystal that stung the wolf through her thick pelt, making her whimper unhappily. But even as Xavier's children made their stand, it became chillingly obvious as Kitty was hit in the face by a ball of molten metal that they were gravely outnumbered.