A/N: I wrote this in the same day I wrote chapter two!!! ::feels proud::
Saddly, I may not be able to get on-line to post it, so this probably won't
come in untill the next day. Ah, well.
Firebirth: Chapter Three
Professor Xavier was not having a good dream. He was having a nightmare.
In his dream, a man with bird like black hair and insane tattoos on his face to go with the look in his eyes held a orange pink crystal in his hand. He was laughing, and the stars around him seemed to be blinking and shifting; dieing and living, shattering and getting bigger.
A voice filled his head. Though it was in a language he had never heard before in his life, he seemed to know what the female voice was saying.
"Help us," it pleaded. "You are the only one! Please!" There was a break, as if there was a sob. "All of us, everything, including you will die!" There was a static sound, and a yell.
"PLEASE!" The voice yelled louder.
"HELP US! HELP YOURSELF!" There was a cry, and Charles Xavier woke with a start, sweat pouring from his face.
A dream, He thought. A horrible dream...
The same dream that he had been having for the past few wakes.
Each night the dream seemed to get worse, more pleading. He was starting to wonder if it was a dream or a message.
He got out of bed and into his wheelchair.
He decided that it was time to pay a visit to an old doctor friend of his.
Professor was on his way out when he caught a light in the kitchen. He wheeled himself in and found Hank McCoy, known as Beast, eating his weight in Twinkies.
"Pwafesshor!" he said, mouth full of the food. He swallowed, and then repeated himself.
"Professor!"
Charles would of smiled if the dream hadn't been weighing his mind down so much.
"I'm paying a visit to a friend in Muir Island," Charles said. "I'll be taking plane instead of the X-Jet. I hope you will pass the word on?"
"Of course, Professor," said Hank. He frowned.
"Might I ask you a question before you depart on your journey, dear Charles?" Hank asked.
"Of course," said Xavier.
"Why are you leaving in the middle of the night?"
There was a long pause. The silence settled in and Hank began to fell uncomfortable.
"The meeting," said Xavier, "would appear to be of much urgency."
With that, he left.
A/N: Kay, now chapter three is done! Sorry if it's so short, I'll try and make chapter four longer. Untill then, Ja ne!
Firebirth: Chapter Three
Professor Xavier was not having a good dream. He was having a nightmare.
In his dream, a man with bird like black hair and insane tattoos on his face to go with the look in his eyes held a orange pink crystal in his hand. He was laughing, and the stars around him seemed to be blinking and shifting; dieing and living, shattering and getting bigger.
A voice filled his head. Though it was in a language he had never heard before in his life, he seemed to know what the female voice was saying.
"Help us," it pleaded. "You are the only one! Please!" There was a break, as if there was a sob. "All of us, everything, including you will die!" There was a static sound, and a yell.
"PLEASE!" The voice yelled louder.
"HELP US! HELP YOURSELF!" There was a cry, and Charles Xavier woke with a start, sweat pouring from his face.
A dream, He thought. A horrible dream...
The same dream that he had been having for the past few wakes.
Each night the dream seemed to get worse, more pleading. He was starting to wonder if it was a dream or a message.
He got out of bed and into his wheelchair.
He decided that it was time to pay a visit to an old doctor friend of his.
Professor was on his way out when he caught a light in the kitchen. He wheeled himself in and found Hank McCoy, known as Beast, eating his weight in Twinkies.
"Pwafesshor!" he said, mouth full of the food. He swallowed, and then repeated himself.
"Professor!"
Charles would of smiled if the dream hadn't been weighing his mind down so much.
"I'm paying a visit to a friend in Muir Island," Charles said. "I'll be taking plane instead of the X-Jet. I hope you will pass the word on?"
"Of course, Professor," said Hank. He frowned.
"Might I ask you a question before you depart on your journey, dear Charles?" Hank asked.
"Of course," said Xavier.
"Why are you leaving in the middle of the night?"
There was a long pause. The silence settled in and Hank began to fell uncomfortable.
"The meeting," said Xavier, "would appear to be of much urgency."
With that, he left.
A/N: Kay, now chapter three is done! Sorry if it's so short, I'll try and make chapter four longer. Untill then, Ja ne!