"The girl is a homicidal maniac in the making," said the social
worker. This was a man with a great amount of patience. The girl he spoke
of was handcuffed next to them with a black eye. She wore a heavy black
hood and cloak over a leather mini skirt and halter top with fishnets. Her
make up was dark, but darker still was her expression.
"I have faith in her heart," Prof. Charles Xavier said.
"Do you know what they call her on the streets?!" exclaimed the frustrated social worker. "They call her the Reaper! As in Death!"
"Hey bub!" growled Logan, who stood behind the professor, "Watch how you talk to this guy."
"I'm just saying that even if you do specialize in troubled teens," the social worker said, more calmly this time, "She is beyond hope. But of course if you are willing to take her in, we are happy to be rid of her." The nameless social worker handed Xavier the papers, and the keys to the cuffs.
Xavier nodded to Logan who grabbed the girl by her shoulder and stood her up. "Lets go goth-girl" he said gruffly.
As they got outside to the streets, the girl, who's hands were still cuffed behind her back, jerked backwards, knocking wolverine off balance. Sprung up and pulled her legs through her arms, putting them in front. Wolverine came straight back. They were a fairly good match, especially since Wolverine had reservations on using his claws on a cuffed girl. He shouldn't have. She used her palms to hit him straight in the gut, knocking the wind out of him.
Wolverine wrestled her into a full nelson and said, "Knock it off!"
"Let me tell you which cheek to bite!" she said as she sprung off the ground revolving upwards so that she jerked her arms out of Wolverine's grasp, then kicked him in the back of the head. He fell forward, but her foot hurt like hell.
She began running when she heard a voice in her head *Katie Enfield, stop this nonsense at once!*
She turned and looked around. Then she saw Prof. Xavier's intent look. "It was me Katie," he said. "I too am a mutant. I have telepathic powers." He cast a look to Wolverine, who was none too happy that he had in effect, lost to a girl. "Logan, please remove her cuffs."
"Charles you sure?" he asked. But with Xavier's firm nod, Logan stepped forward and popped out a claw and cut the handcuffs off.
"Katie we are not your enemy." Charles sounded different to Logan. He usually sounded a little like a preacher, now he sounded like a father or disciplinarian. "We are here to help you, but you do not seem to understand that."
"I don't need help," she said coldly.
"Yes you do. If you do not come with us you will serve the remainder of your youth in a juvenile detention facility. I believe we can agree that is not what you want. If you come with us we shall take care of you and help you. I'm sorry to be so blunt but you choices at this point are join us, or go to jail. I wish I could give you a third option but there is none."
"What do I have to do?" she asked warily.
"Live at the Institute, attend Bayville High, and follow house rules. That is all."
She looked at them appraisingly. "Fine, but I don't like things and I'm . . ."
"In jail," Xavier completed for her. "I cannot be more clear on this. Your options are us or jail."
She resigned herself with a huff, and said, "lead the way Wheels."
He nodded and said to her, "The jet is this way."
"Jet?" she repeated in astonishment.
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Phineas Reichart ran into the night. The rain pouring down didn't erase the red stains on his hands. He hated his father. It was his father's fault he was out here.
His father owned the local funeral parlor. Unfortunately, people around here seemed to be in good health. But Mr. Reichart's son had a gift. So he sent his son out to use his gift to scare the elderly and feeble, literally to death. This was the tenth person Phineas had been sent to send to their grave. Except this one had a live in maid who had seen him. Phineas had to take her out. She could tell the police. People would know what he was.
Even in the rain the her blood wouldn't come off of his hands, so he took out a pocket knife and began to cut his own palm off. As soon as the chunk of flesh fell to the ground a new clean one grew back in its place. He knew what would happen when he returned home; his father would beat him. He would take it easily, but his father knew his secret, his father knew Phineas' shame.
That was when he first heard that strange voice. It was deep, and reverberated with power. "Do not fear your father," the voice said.
Phineas turned around to see a man in red armor floating behind him. "Who are you?" Phineas demanded.
"I am called Magneto. I am a god like you." The voice sent a shiver down Phineas' spine. "Your next question will be what I want. What I want is to help you become the god you are meant to be."
"I'm no god," Phineas sniffled. "I'm a demon."
Magneto landed next to him. "Do not listen to your idiotic father." He said quietly. "He is only a human. He cannot conceive what you are truly capable of."
Phineas looked at him. "You can help me to usher in a new era. Where a mutant does not fear the world knowing what he is, but rules because of what he is. Would you like that Phineas. Would you like to rule by my side?"
"You need me?" he asked tentatively.
"I need all young mutants with a mind for the advancement of your race. You included. Why boy, with your power you are practically an immortal."
"And what do I have to do in return."
Magneto stood straight, and his voice became grave. "You must accept me as your leader. You must give all that you have to the struggle for mutant supremacy. And you must destroy the last vestiges of human stench that plague you. With the help of your new family that is." At the last sentence Magneto gestured and five mutants began to walk out of the rainy gloom. One was tall and lanky, with red on black eyes. Another was immense, with skin that was made of steel. One had bright red hair, and a crazed look. One was trollish, and hunched. The last looked like his mother had been a lion, as he had claws and a long mane of blond hair.
"Destroy. . . ."
"Your father," Magneto completed. Phineas smiled a dark smile. He would never be anyone's killer again. As the rain ran down over his bald head, Phineas smiled and said, "I'm ready."
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Storm chuckled softly as Hank fidgeted. "Stop it, people will wonder," she chided.
"I'm not used to standing upright this long anymore," he explained. Storm was always amazed at the Professor's Image inducer technology. Hank McCoy looked like his old self, back before the beast of Bayville.
A woman entered the office where they sat. "Sorry to have kept you waiting," she said. "Now are you sure on the name you are seeking."
"Yes, a young man named Daniel Philip Fangor Junior," Ororo confirmed.
"Well I can tell you that you will have no problem finding him. he is the only mutant here and usually sits himself in a corner all day. I would feel sorry for the dear except he is a mutant." The social worker, who was busy moving some papers from one folder to another, did not notice the offended look from Ororo Munroe or Henry McCoy.
"Well that is why we are here. We work at a school that helps these young people to control their powers." Hank hoped his explanation would do something to temper her mutant opinion.
She huffed, "Well this boy definitely needs control. He destroyed the last two bedrooms he was in." she got up and opened a door into the orphanage's common room.
There in a corner, watching everyone, but not moving, was a young man with dirty blond hair. He was in a T-shirt and a pair of khakis. Storm stepped up to him and crouched beside him to talk to him on his level. "Hello. Are you Daniel Fangor Jr.?"
"No," he almost whispered. "I'm Daniel Fangor, no Junior."
Storm looked at Beast, "Did we come to the wrong place?"
Beast thought for a moment and then said, "No." he turned to the kid and said, "Your old man used to knock you about, huh?"
"Yup," he said in a quiet voice. "But I didn't mean to do it." The boys voice had changed to pleading. "I didn't want to hurt him. I didn't want to . . . to . . ."
"I get ya," Beast said. "My pop used to knock me about too. Thought it made him a big man. Kickin' the crap outta his kid for so much as a dirty dish." Storm looked at Henry. She had never heard him use such a dialect, slurring words. It was obvious this was taking him back through some painful memories. "There were days I wish I had done it." Henry continued, "But I didn't. and the day he finally bought it, I was happy. Felt like a heel afterwards, but I was happy my father died."
"Me too," said Daniel. "I didn't want to kill him, but I'm glad he's dead."
"It wasn't your fault," Storm said. "You were defending yourself. From all the reports we read, you didn't even have your telekinesis before that. it was a knee-jerk reaction. The pain activated your power and you defended yourself. It wasn't your fault."
Daniel looked at her. She was really pretty, but he had a feeling that the other one knew his situation better. "Why are you guys here anyway?" he asked, still curled into his corner.
"You are a mutant, we are from a haven for mutants. We want to help you Daniel." The way the black lady spoke, Daniel thought she had never told a lie. Her voice was pure, like that of an angel.
Beast continued, "The Xavier Institute for the Gifted takes in mutant youths from all over the country. We let them live with us and attend the local high school. all we ask is that you attend our tutoring sessions for power control."
"Control?" the boy asked timidly.
Storm smiled and said, "We have heard . . ." she looked at Beast, "reports of incidences where you have lost control. We will help you so that those happen less often, and then eventually, never."
"You mean I could stop being a danger to people?" he asked with hope in his voice.
"Yes, Daniel, you could be in control of your power."
Daniel thought for all of six seconds, "I'll do it. I don't want to be dangerous."
As they finished paperwork on Daniel's transfer, he practically bounced on his heels. They loaded into the XM Velocity, which Daniel was very impressed with. As they took off he plugged his headset into a speaker jack on his armrest and listened to music as the took off.
Hold on....if you feel like letting go
Hold on..it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking you're one step closer
Don't stop searching its not over...Hold on
By the time the second stanza ended, he was fast asleep. But now he was holding on to new hope.
Okay guys this is new based on a lot of OC's that I have. I might even throw in more later, but for now its just these guys. I'll try to keep away from MS and GS here. R/R thank you.
"I have faith in her heart," Prof. Charles Xavier said.
"Do you know what they call her on the streets?!" exclaimed the frustrated social worker. "They call her the Reaper! As in Death!"
"Hey bub!" growled Logan, who stood behind the professor, "Watch how you talk to this guy."
"I'm just saying that even if you do specialize in troubled teens," the social worker said, more calmly this time, "She is beyond hope. But of course if you are willing to take her in, we are happy to be rid of her." The nameless social worker handed Xavier the papers, and the keys to the cuffs.
Xavier nodded to Logan who grabbed the girl by her shoulder and stood her up. "Lets go goth-girl" he said gruffly.
As they got outside to the streets, the girl, who's hands were still cuffed behind her back, jerked backwards, knocking wolverine off balance. Sprung up and pulled her legs through her arms, putting them in front. Wolverine came straight back. They were a fairly good match, especially since Wolverine had reservations on using his claws on a cuffed girl. He shouldn't have. She used her palms to hit him straight in the gut, knocking the wind out of him.
Wolverine wrestled her into a full nelson and said, "Knock it off!"
"Let me tell you which cheek to bite!" she said as she sprung off the ground revolving upwards so that she jerked her arms out of Wolverine's grasp, then kicked him in the back of the head. He fell forward, but her foot hurt like hell.
She began running when she heard a voice in her head *Katie Enfield, stop this nonsense at once!*
She turned and looked around. Then she saw Prof. Xavier's intent look. "It was me Katie," he said. "I too am a mutant. I have telepathic powers." He cast a look to Wolverine, who was none too happy that he had in effect, lost to a girl. "Logan, please remove her cuffs."
"Charles you sure?" he asked. But with Xavier's firm nod, Logan stepped forward and popped out a claw and cut the handcuffs off.
"Katie we are not your enemy." Charles sounded different to Logan. He usually sounded a little like a preacher, now he sounded like a father or disciplinarian. "We are here to help you, but you do not seem to understand that."
"I don't need help," she said coldly.
"Yes you do. If you do not come with us you will serve the remainder of your youth in a juvenile detention facility. I believe we can agree that is not what you want. If you come with us we shall take care of you and help you. I'm sorry to be so blunt but you choices at this point are join us, or go to jail. I wish I could give you a third option but there is none."
"What do I have to do?" she asked warily.
"Live at the Institute, attend Bayville High, and follow house rules. That is all."
She looked at them appraisingly. "Fine, but I don't like things and I'm . . ."
"In jail," Xavier completed for her. "I cannot be more clear on this. Your options are us or jail."
She resigned herself with a huff, and said, "lead the way Wheels."
He nodded and said to her, "The jet is this way."
"Jet?" she repeated in astonishment.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Phineas Reichart ran into the night. The rain pouring down didn't erase the red stains on his hands. He hated his father. It was his father's fault he was out here.
His father owned the local funeral parlor. Unfortunately, people around here seemed to be in good health. But Mr. Reichart's son had a gift. So he sent his son out to use his gift to scare the elderly and feeble, literally to death. This was the tenth person Phineas had been sent to send to their grave. Except this one had a live in maid who had seen him. Phineas had to take her out. She could tell the police. People would know what he was.
Even in the rain the her blood wouldn't come off of his hands, so he took out a pocket knife and began to cut his own palm off. As soon as the chunk of flesh fell to the ground a new clean one grew back in its place. He knew what would happen when he returned home; his father would beat him. He would take it easily, but his father knew his secret, his father knew Phineas' shame.
That was when he first heard that strange voice. It was deep, and reverberated with power. "Do not fear your father," the voice said.
Phineas turned around to see a man in red armor floating behind him. "Who are you?" Phineas demanded.
"I am called Magneto. I am a god like you." The voice sent a shiver down Phineas' spine. "Your next question will be what I want. What I want is to help you become the god you are meant to be."
"I'm no god," Phineas sniffled. "I'm a demon."
Magneto landed next to him. "Do not listen to your idiotic father." He said quietly. "He is only a human. He cannot conceive what you are truly capable of."
Phineas looked at him. "You can help me to usher in a new era. Where a mutant does not fear the world knowing what he is, but rules because of what he is. Would you like that Phineas. Would you like to rule by my side?"
"You need me?" he asked tentatively.
"I need all young mutants with a mind for the advancement of your race. You included. Why boy, with your power you are practically an immortal."
"And what do I have to do in return."
Magneto stood straight, and his voice became grave. "You must accept me as your leader. You must give all that you have to the struggle for mutant supremacy. And you must destroy the last vestiges of human stench that plague you. With the help of your new family that is." At the last sentence Magneto gestured and five mutants began to walk out of the rainy gloom. One was tall and lanky, with red on black eyes. Another was immense, with skin that was made of steel. One had bright red hair, and a crazed look. One was trollish, and hunched. The last looked like his mother had been a lion, as he had claws and a long mane of blond hair.
"Destroy. . . ."
"Your father," Magneto completed. Phineas smiled a dark smile. He would never be anyone's killer again. As the rain ran down over his bald head, Phineas smiled and said, "I'm ready."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!
Storm chuckled softly as Hank fidgeted. "Stop it, people will wonder," she chided.
"I'm not used to standing upright this long anymore," he explained. Storm was always amazed at the Professor's Image inducer technology. Hank McCoy looked like his old self, back before the beast of Bayville.
A woman entered the office where they sat. "Sorry to have kept you waiting," she said. "Now are you sure on the name you are seeking."
"Yes, a young man named Daniel Philip Fangor Junior," Ororo confirmed.
"Well I can tell you that you will have no problem finding him. he is the only mutant here and usually sits himself in a corner all day. I would feel sorry for the dear except he is a mutant." The social worker, who was busy moving some papers from one folder to another, did not notice the offended look from Ororo Munroe or Henry McCoy.
"Well that is why we are here. We work at a school that helps these young people to control their powers." Hank hoped his explanation would do something to temper her mutant opinion.
She huffed, "Well this boy definitely needs control. He destroyed the last two bedrooms he was in." she got up and opened a door into the orphanage's common room.
There in a corner, watching everyone, but not moving, was a young man with dirty blond hair. He was in a T-shirt and a pair of khakis. Storm stepped up to him and crouched beside him to talk to him on his level. "Hello. Are you Daniel Fangor Jr.?"
"No," he almost whispered. "I'm Daniel Fangor, no Junior."
Storm looked at Beast, "Did we come to the wrong place?"
Beast thought for a moment and then said, "No." he turned to the kid and said, "Your old man used to knock you about, huh?"
"Yup," he said in a quiet voice. "But I didn't mean to do it." The boys voice had changed to pleading. "I didn't want to hurt him. I didn't want to . . . to . . ."
"I get ya," Beast said. "My pop used to knock me about too. Thought it made him a big man. Kickin' the crap outta his kid for so much as a dirty dish." Storm looked at Henry. She had never heard him use such a dialect, slurring words. It was obvious this was taking him back through some painful memories. "There were days I wish I had done it." Henry continued, "But I didn't. and the day he finally bought it, I was happy. Felt like a heel afterwards, but I was happy my father died."
"Me too," said Daniel. "I didn't want to kill him, but I'm glad he's dead."
"It wasn't your fault," Storm said. "You were defending yourself. From all the reports we read, you didn't even have your telekinesis before that. it was a knee-jerk reaction. The pain activated your power and you defended yourself. It wasn't your fault."
Daniel looked at her. She was really pretty, but he had a feeling that the other one knew his situation better. "Why are you guys here anyway?" he asked, still curled into his corner.
"You are a mutant, we are from a haven for mutants. We want to help you Daniel." The way the black lady spoke, Daniel thought she had never told a lie. Her voice was pure, like that of an angel.
Beast continued, "The Xavier Institute for the Gifted takes in mutant youths from all over the country. We let them live with us and attend the local high school. all we ask is that you attend our tutoring sessions for power control."
"Control?" the boy asked timidly.
Storm smiled and said, "We have heard . . ." she looked at Beast, "reports of incidences where you have lost control. We will help you so that those happen less often, and then eventually, never."
"You mean I could stop being a danger to people?" he asked with hope in his voice.
"Yes, Daniel, you could be in control of your power."
Daniel thought for all of six seconds, "I'll do it. I don't want to be dangerous."
As they finished paperwork on Daniel's transfer, he practically bounced on his heels. They loaded into the XM Velocity, which Daniel was very impressed with. As they took off he plugged his headset into a speaker jack on his armrest and listened to music as the took off.
Hold on....if you feel like letting go
Hold on..it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking you're one step closer
Don't stop searching its not over...Hold on
By the time the second stanza ended, he was fast asleep. But now he was holding on to new hope.
Okay guys this is new based on a lot of OC's that I have. I might even throw in more later, but for now its just these guys. I'll try to keep away from MS and GS here. R/R thank you.