Danny and Sam were wandering aimlessly through the school, Sam
explaining different things, Danny becoming more unnerved by the minute.
Suddenly, there was an imploding sound and a burst of smoke. Danny jumped
and saw the young BLUE man standing there. He looked around and then all
three heard a female call out, "Kurt" where are you?"
The blue one, obvious to Danny as Kurt, grabbed Sam by the collar and said in a desperate voice, "Run man, she has made muffins." With that he disappeared in the same manner he had appeared; a puff of smoke and an odd noise."
Sam's face turned to panic and said, "Sorry bud, but when Kitty cooks, its every mutant for them self." Sam opened a window and literally launched himself out of it.
"This place gets weirder by the second," Danny said as he walked to the door.
As he walked through the door, he bumped into a girl. She had been carrying a pan of muffins. Both of them fell on their bottoms' but the pan of muffin's seemed to hover just above the ground. Danny reached out and let out a sigh of relief as he stopped levitating the pan. "Sorry," he said to the girl. He looked at her. She was gorgeous, at least in his opinion she was. She had brunette hair in a pony tail and dressed just the way in always thought a girl should in pink and lace.
She smiled sweetly and said, "No big, I should have phased anyway. Do you have telekinesis?" she asked as she took the tray back.
"Yeah," he said sheepishly. "Not too good with control yet."
"That's cool, we all are before we train," she said knowingly. "I used to phase through my bedroom floor during bad dreams."
"Phase?" he asked sheepishly.
"I can move through solid objects," she explained. "My name's Kitty, though sometimes I'm called Shadow Cat."
"Cool, I'm Danny" he said holding a hand out. She shook it.
"Nice to meet you," she looked like she was about to head off when she said, "Oh, would you like to try a muffin?"
Danny looked warily at the muffins. "They're green," he said.
"They're supposed to be, I swear." Her promise did little to dissuade his fear. But, as any man, smitten by a woman would do, he did his best to make her like him. he picked up a muffin and took a big bite.
He chewed slowly at first, the letting most of it move into the side of his mouth he said, "Okay . . . avocado" he said, talking about the taste. Kitty looked at him hopefully, and nodding. "And lots of spices," he continued. "It tastes like really good guacamole," he concluded.
"Yay!" she said. "That's exactly what I was going for."
"Well good job then," he said, finishing off the rest of the odd pastry.
"I would offer you another, but I need to convince Kurt to try one, and its almost . . .
"Dinner!" called out Ms. Monroe's voice.
"Let's go," she said with a nod. "Maybe someone will eat one if I leave them on the table."
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"Come in Gore," Magneto said, from within his office. The newest acolyte entered the room that the others had rarely even glimpsed.
"Yes sir?" he asked. The room was large and impressive. Its walls were lined with books, and there was a roaring fire place. In short, anyone might have mistaken this for Xavier's study.
"My boy, do you know why it is I lead our army?" Magneto asked.
"For the glory and benefit of all mutants," Gore responded, thinking he was giving the answer Magneto wanted.
"No, no, what I meant was; Do you know why I, specifically, lead the army?"
"No sir," he said honestly. "I simply assumed it was because you thought of this movement first."
"No, it is because I am most fit. Let me give you a lesson in polotics boy," he said, gesturing for Gore to sit in a chair across from him. "In the beginning there was monarchy, a stupid idea for a succession of leaders in one family to rule a land. A foolish notion. You see my own family proves that leadership is not a genetic trait that gets passed on. I must introduce you to my son for you to understand that little joke.
"Then there was the advent of Democracy; a noble idea that a group of men could work together and provide a balanced government. It too was foolish because these men were no better than warring lords and barons trying to win for themselves and thinking not of the underdog.
"And now, in the age of homo-superior, do we shall use a genetocrocy, meaning simply, the most fit to lead, shall. Right now, I am the fittest; the most powerful living mutant, the most enlightened, and the bravest. But, I am not an immortal. There will come a day when I no longer walk this earth. Thus it is prudent for me to choose a successor. Groom this individual, and teach him the way of a true leader. That is where you come in young Gore."
"Me sir?" asked Gore.
"Yes, you are stronger than any I have ever met. I sense deep in you a spark of leadership, which I intend to fan. I will teach you what I know, and marvel at what you have to teach me. You will be my heir, my successor. Together you and I shall usher in the shining Utopia of Homo- Superior."
"I . . . I am honored sir," said Gore, caught completely off guard. "What can I do to prove I am worthy of this?"
"I thought you would never ask. Here," he handed Gore a small stack of folders. Each folder had a name on a tab. One said "Toad", another "Avalanche", and another "Blob".
He flipped through each folder. It held transcripts, pictures, statistical documents, and medical records on all of the brotherhood members. Gore stopped when he opened the last folder; the one marked "Scarlet Witch". "wow," he whispered under his breath as he looked at the picture of Wanda.
"That is my daughter Gore," Magneto said.
A light blush spread across Phin's ordinarily pale features as he stuffed the picture back in the folder and shut it. "Sorry sir," he said as he stacked the folders.
"Don't be," Magneto finally laughed. "Be afraid . . . of her." Magneto faded from laughter to seriousness. "My daughter is dangerously powerful, and dangerously unstable. Be very careful around her."
"You are dismissed," Magneto finally said. "You will leave tomorrow to take your place as their leader. Any requests of me for your position?"
Gore thought a moment. "What are their GPA's?" he asked.
"Alvers is post senior year drop out, and the rest are pre senior year drop outs."
"Could you have them re-enrolled, I don't want to lead idiots," he explained.
"Very good," Magneto lauded. "You're thinking like a leader already."
"Thank you sir."
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Katie walked into the dining room lead by Jamie. Ray and Bobby were over in a corner scowling at her. As she walked by she jerked her head at them, and they both jumped. A cruel smile crossed her face. Jamie, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair for Reaper. "Thanks kid," she said as she stood in front of it. She cast the cloak she wore from her shoulders, so that it hung behind her like a cape, and then drew her hood back to reveal her face. Several of the boys in the room stopped breathing for a few seconds. As much of a bitch as Katie was, she was gorgeous. Her skin was pale, with dark liner above her eyes, and a deep maroon on her lips. She wore a blank black T shirt, and a pair of blue jeans that were covered in metal studs and safety pins. She sat and regarded their stares. "What," she said in a dangerous tone. Most of the boys immediately turned their faces away and began to talk, trying not to look at her.
She slouched back in her seat, and watched others file in. not a single guy truly caught her attention. Then the Professor walked in. "Greetings students, I would like to introduce two new students to you all." He gestured to Katie, "Ms. Katie 'Reaper' Enfield," and then to a boy across the table, sitting beside some bubble head looking brunette, "And Mr. Daniel Fangor. These students have had some hard times in the past so I would appreciate it if you all try to make them feel as welcome as possible."
"Does that mean I can get a pack of Marlbros?" Katie sniped. A lot of the boys and Tabby chuckled, but Prof. Xavier narrowed his eyes. "Ms. Enfield, there will be no smoking on the school grounds, especially until you turn eighteen."
"Whatever," she said dismissively.
"Dig in everyone," said the professor in an annoyed tone.
"So, when can you teach me some of those moves?" Jamie asked Reaper.
"I dunno, tomorrow I guess," she shrugged. In truth she was amazed by the array of food set out for them.
"Perhaps it would be best," said the professor, on her right, "If Mr. Logan continued handling the hand to hand combat training."
"Butt out Baldy," she snapped, sending the entire room into silence. "When I want your opinion I'll ask for it. At least I can keep tiny here from getting picked on. I'll teach him stuff he can really use."
"I wasn't aware that there was a bullying problem in my school," said the professor. "I shall have to rectify that. I assure you . . ."
"Don't assure me of jack shit," snapped. "A promise is made to be broken. I'll do what I have to as long as I can stay here. I don't want to go to jail after all." With that she stood and left the table. Jamie felt as if he had done something wrong sitting there.
"Professor did I . . ."
"No, Jamie. You did nothing wrong. I will have to work on how to deal with Ms. Enfield." He hung his head and let out a sigh of frustration. Slowly, as the Professor wheeled away, everyone resumed eating.
"Are things always this tense?" Danny asked Kitty.
"No, Things are usually just weird," she responded.
Danny nodded then jumped as he saw Kurt holding the platter that was in front of him, and hanging from the ceiling.
"Elf!" Logan said. Kurt let out an "eep" and then disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"Like that?" asked Danny.
"No, that's about normal around here," Kitty smiled, both of them fanning the sulfurous smoke away from their noses.
The blue one, obvious to Danny as Kurt, grabbed Sam by the collar and said in a desperate voice, "Run man, she has made muffins." With that he disappeared in the same manner he had appeared; a puff of smoke and an odd noise."
Sam's face turned to panic and said, "Sorry bud, but when Kitty cooks, its every mutant for them self." Sam opened a window and literally launched himself out of it.
"This place gets weirder by the second," Danny said as he walked to the door.
As he walked through the door, he bumped into a girl. She had been carrying a pan of muffins. Both of them fell on their bottoms' but the pan of muffin's seemed to hover just above the ground. Danny reached out and let out a sigh of relief as he stopped levitating the pan. "Sorry," he said to the girl. He looked at her. She was gorgeous, at least in his opinion she was. She had brunette hair in a pony tail and dressed just the way in always thought a girl should in pink and lace.
She smiled sweetly and said, "No big, I should have phased anyway. Do you have telekinesis?" she asked as she took the tray back.
"Yeah," he said sheepishly. "Not too good with control yet."
"That's cool, we all are before we train," she said knowingly. "I used to phase through my bedroom floor during bad dreams."
"Phase?" he asked sheepishly.
"I can move through solid objects," she explained. "My name's Kitty, though sometimes I'm called Shadow Cat."
"Cool, I'm Danny" he said holding a hand out. She shook it.
"Nice to meet you," she looked like she was about to head off when she said, "Oh, would you like to try a muffin?"
Danny looked warily at the muffins. "They're green," he said.
"They're supposed to be, I swear." Her promise did little to dissuade his fear. But, as any man, smitten by a woman would do, he did his best to make her like him. he picked up a muffin and took a big bite.
He chewed slowly at first, the letting most of it move into the side of his mouth he said, "Okay . . . avocado" he said, talking about the taste. Kitty looked at him hopefully, and nodding. "And lots of spices," he continued. "It tastes like really good guacamole," he concluded.
"Yay!" she said. "That's exactly what I was going for."
"Well good job then," he said, finishing off the rest of the odd pastry.
"I would offer you another, but I need to convince Kurt to try one, and its almost . . .
"Dinner!" called out Ms. Monroe's voice.
"Let's go," she said with a nod. "Maybe someone will eat one if I leave them on the table."
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"Come in Gore," Magneto said, from within his office. The newest acolyte entered the room that the others had rarely even glimpsed.
"Yes sir?" he asked. The room was large and impressive. Its walls were lined with books, and there was a roaring fire place. In short, anyone might have mistaken this for Xavier's study.
"My boy, do you know why it is I lead our army?" Magneto asked.
"For the glory and benefit of all mutants," Gore responded, thinking he was giving the answer Magneto wanted.
"No, no, what I meant was; Do you know why I, specifically, lead the army?"
"No sir," he said honestly. "I simply assumed it was because you thought of this movement first."
"No, it is because I am most fit. Let me give you a lesson in polotics boy," he said, gesturing for Gore to sit in a chair across from him. "In the beginning there was monarchy, a stupid idea for a succession of leaders in one family to rule a land. A foolish notion. You see my own family proves that leadership is not a genetic trait that gets passed on. I must introduce you to my son for you to understand that little joke.
"Then there was the advent of Democracy; a noble idea that a group of men could work together and provide a balanced government. It too was foolish because these men were no better than warring lords and barons trying to win for themselves and thinking not of the underdog.
"And now, in the age of homo-superior, do we shall use a genetocrocy, meaning simply, the most fit to lead, shall. Right now, I am the fittest; the most powerful living mutant, the most enlightened, and the bravest. But, I am not an immortal. There will come a day when I no longer walk this earth. Thus it is prudent for me to choose a successor. Groom this individual, and teach him the way of a true leader. That is where you come in young Gore."
"Me sir?" asked Gore.
"Yes, you are stronger than any I have ever met. I sense deep in you a spark of leadership, which I intend to fan. I will teach you what I know, and marvel at what you have to teach me. You will be my heir, my successor. Together you and I shall usher in the shining Utopia of Homo- Superior."
"I . . . I am honored sir," said Gore, caught completely off guard. "What can I do to prove I am worthy of this?"
"I thought you would never ask. Here," he handed Gore a small stack of folders. Each folder had a name on a tab. One said "Toad", another "Avalanche", and another "Blob".
He flipped through each folder. It held transcripts, pictures, statistical documents, and medical records on all of the brotherhood members. Gore stopped when he opened the last folder; the one marked "Scarlet Witch". "wow," he whispered under his breath as he looked at the picture of Wanda.
"That is my daughter Gore," Magneto said.
A light blush spread across Phin's ordinarily pale features as he stuffed the picture back in the folder and shut it. "Sorry sir," he said as he stacked the folders.
"Don't be," Magneto finally laughed. "Be afraid . . . of her." Magneto faded from laughter to seriousness. "My daughter is dangerously powerful, and dangerously unstable. Be very careful around her."
"You are dismissed," Magneto finally said. "You will leave tomorrow to take your place as their leader. Any requests of me for your position?"
Gore thought a moment. "What are their GPA's?" he asked.
"Alvers is post senior year drop out, and the rest are pre senior year drop outs."
"Could you have them re-enrolled, I don't want to lead idiots," he explained.
"Very good," Magneto lauded. "You're thinking like a leader already."
"Thank you sir."
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Katie walked into the dining room lead by Jamie. Ray and Bobby were over in a corner scowling at her. As she walked by she jerked her head at them, and they both jumped. A cruel smile crossed her face. Jamie, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair for Reaper. "Thanks kid," she said as she stood in front of it. She cast the cloak she wore from her shoulders, so that it hung behind her like a cape, and then drew her hood back to reveal her face. Several of the boys in the room stopped breathing for a few seconds. As much of a bitch as Katie was, she was gorgeous. Her skin was pale, with dark liner above her eyes, and a deep maroon on her lips. She wore a blank black T shirt, and a pair of blue jeans that were covered in metal studs and safety pins. She sat and regarded their stares. "What," she said in a dangerous tone. Most of the boys immediately turned their faces away and began to talk, trying not to look at her.
She slouched back in her seat, and watched others file in. not a single guy truly caught her attention. Then the Professor walked in. "Greetings students, I would like to introduce two new students to you all." He gestured to Katie, "Ms. Katie 'Reaper' Enfield," and then to a boy across the table, sitting beside some bubble head looking brunette, "And Mr. Daniel Fangor. These students have had some hard times in the past so I would appreciate it if you all try to make them feel as welcome as possible."
"Does that mean I can get a pack of Marlbros?" Katie sniped. A lot of the boys and Tabby chuckled, but Prof. Xavier narrowed his eyes. "Ms. Enfield, there will be no smoking on the school grounds, especially until you turn eighteen."
"Whatever," she said dismissively.
"Dig in everyone," said the professor in an annoyed tone.
"So, when can you teach me some of those moves?" Jamie asked Reaper.
"I dunno, tomorrow I guess," she shrugged. In truth she was amazed by the array of food set out for them.
"Perhaps it would be best," said the professor, on her right, "If Mr. Logan continued handling the hand to hand combat training."
"Butt out Baldy," she snapped, sending the entire room into silence. "When I want your opinion I'll ask for it. At least I can keep tiny here from getting picked on. I'll teach him stuff he can really use."
"I wasn't aware that there was a bullying problem in my school," said the professor. "I shall have to rectify that. I assure you . . ."
"Don't assure me of jack shit," snapped. "A promise is made to be broken. I'll do what I have to as long as I can stay here. I don't want to go to jail after all." With that she stood and left the table. Jamie felt as if he had done something wrong sitting there.
"Professor did I . . ."
"No, Jamie. You did nothing wrong. I will have to work on how to deal with Ms. Enfield." He hung his head and let out a sigh of frustration. Slowly, as the Professor wheeled away, everyone resumed eating.
"Are things always this tense?" Danny asked Kitty.
"No, Things are usually just weird," she responded.
Danny nodded then jumped as he saw Kurt holding the platter that was in front of him, and hanging from the ceiling.
"Elf!" Logan said. Kurt let out an "eep" and then disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"Like that?" asked Danny.
"No, that's about normal around here," Kitty smiled, both of them fanning the sulfurous smoke away from their noses.