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Mutants, Acolytes, etc.
Summary- A mutant with the ability to make any mutant's power go out of control where it can physically hurt them, and the power to hurt or even possibly kill them in their dreams is lurking around Bayville. Beware Bayville mutants. WARNING-Some character death. R&R
Chapter One- News
"Three teenagers, identified as mutants, were found dead in their bedrooms early Monday morning," said the reporter on the television in a dramatic voice.
"All victims were male. Autopsies stated that the mutants died from lack of blood, but yet there was no sign from where the blood loss came from. This may be yet another threat of mutant menac-"
With a sigh Professor Charles Xavier clicked off the TV with the remote. Everything on the televisions was the same. Mutant menace. Always tossing the blame on them. If only they could possibly understand!
"Professor?" asked a timid voice in at the doorway. He sighed again. He turned his wheelchair toward the doorway.
"Yes, Kitty?" he asked wearily.
"How," she said slowly and softly, "how can they, like, possibly die of lack of blood if they don't, like, know how they lost it?"
"I don't know, Kitty," he sighed. "But I do want to look into it. It seems odd. The story was that the three of them were very close friends and they stayed at one's house. In the morning, the sister found them. . .dead."
"Wow," she said softly.
"Breakfast will be ready, Kitty, I suggest you go to the kitchen before Kurt eats all the food."
"Yes, Professor."
"Thank you, Kitty."
She shut the door behind her.
* * *
"Dude, pass the syrup"
"Kurt! I wanted the blueberry pancakes!"
"Will ya get yoah fingers outta mah breakfast!"
"ELF! DON'T touch my bacon!"
"Mr. Logan! I didn't touch any of your bacon, I swear!"
"Right, bub, I believe ya."
"You do?"
"Ever heard of sarcasm, elf?"
"Hey did, you, like, hear the news this morning?" asked Kitty as she sat down in her usual seat.
"Vhy? Vhat happened?" asked Kurt just before he stuffed a sausage in his mouth.
"Like, three mutants, like, died." she said.
"Really? How?" asked Evan who had just finished his breakfast and was already strapping on his helmet.
"Later," a voice from the doorway said sternly. The professor wheeled his way in.
"I can't let you go to school with that over your heads," he exclaimed. "It would distract you too much. Maybe after dinner."
"Aw, come on Professor!"
"But Professor!"
"We won't be distracted, Prof!"
"No," he said sternly. "You need to get to school now or you'll all be late."
Muttering, they reluctantly got up from their chairs and went out of the kitchen.
"What's this about, Chuck?" growled Wolverine.
"In my office, Logan" he sighed. He then sent out a psychic message out to Storm and Beast to do the same, as they weren't in the kitchen.
* * *
"So what do think about this whole situation, Charles?" asked Ororo.
"I-don't know," he said wearily. "But it does seem suspicious. I am going to have to check Cerebro to know more."
"So you think this is the work of a mutant?" asked Hank McCoy just above a whisper.
"I do not know, Hank," the professor sighed. 'I am doing quite a lot of sighing this morning. How much have I? Four? Five times?' he thought with some amusement.
"Well, then why do you want to check Cerebro, Chuck?" asked Logan.
"I'll admit that I'm not too sure. But the way they died seems suspicious. There is a possibility that it is a mutant."
"Well, then, get going, Charles!" Xavier sighed again.
"That will have to wait until later, Logan," he said. "Right now, I am rather ravenous."
Without another word he wheeled out of his office.
* * *
Author's Note- So, how did you like it so far? Constructive criticism is welcome. Be nice though. R&R!
Summary- A mutant with the ability to make any mutant's power go out of control where it can physically hurt them, and the power to hurt or even possibly kill them in their dreams is lurking around Bayville. Beware Bayville mutants. WARNING-Some character death. R&R
Chapter One- News
"Three teenagers, identified as mutants, were found dead in their bedrooms early Monday morning," said the reporter on the television in a dramatic voice.
"All victims were male. Autopsies stated that the mutants died from lack of blood, but yet there was no sign from where the blood loss came from. This may be yet another threat of mutant menac-"
With a sigh Professor Charles Xavier clicked off the TV with the remote. Everything on the televisions was the same. Mutant menace. Always tossing the blame on them. If only they could possibly understand!
"Professor?" asked a timid voice in at the doorway. He sighed again. He turned his wheelchair toward the doorway.
"Yes, Kitty?" he asked wearily.
"How," she said slowly and softly, "how can they, like, possibly die of lack of blood if they don't, like, know how they lost it?"
"I don't know, Kitty," he sighed. "But I do want to look into it. It seems odd. The story was that the three of them were very close friends and they stayed at one's house. In the morning, the sister found them. . .dead."
"Wow," she said softly.
"Breakfast will be ready, Kitty, I suggest you go to the kitchen before Kurt eats all the food."
"Yes, Professor."
"Thank you, Kitty."
She shut the door behind her.
* * *
"Dude, pass the syrup"
"Kurt! I wanted the blueberry pancakes!"
"Will ya get yoah fingers outta mah breakfast!"
"ELF! DON'T touch my bacon!"
"Mr. Logan! I didn't touch any of your bacon, I swear!"
"Right, bub, I believe ya."
"You do?"
"Ever heard of sarcasm, elf?"
"Hey did, you, like, hear the news this morning?" asked Kitty as she sat down in her usual seat.
"Vhy? Vhat happened?" asked Kurt just before he stuffed a sausage in his mouth.
"Like, three mutants, like, died." she said.
"Really? How?" asked Evan who had just finished his breakfast and was already strapping on his helmet.
"Later," a voice from the doorway said sternly. The professor wheeled his way in.
"I can't let you go to school with that over your heads," he exclaimed. "It would distract you too much. Maybe after dinner."
"Aw, come on Professor!"
"But Professor!"
"We won't be distracted, Prof!"
"No," he said sternly. "You need to get to school now or you'll all be late."
Muttering, they reluctantly got up from their chairs and went out of the kitchen.
"What's this about, Chuck?" growled Wolverine.
"In my office, Logan" he sighed. He then sent out a psychic message out to Storm and Beast to do the same, as they weren't in the kitchen.
* * *
"So what do think about this whole situation, Charles?" asked Ororo.
"I-don't know," he said wearily. "But it does seem suspicious. I am going to have to check Cerebro to know more."
"So you think this is the work of a mutant?" asked Hank McCoy just above a whisper.
"I do not know, Hank," the professor sighed. 'I am doing quite a lot of sighing this morning. How much have I? Four? Five times?' he thought with some amusement.
"Well, then why do you want to check Cerebro, Chuck?" asked Logan.
"I'll admit that I'm not too sure. But the way they died seems suspicious. There is a possibility that it is a mutant."
"Well, then, get going, Charles!" Xavier sighed again.
"That will have to wait until later, Logan," he said. "Right now, I am rather ravenous."
Without another word he wheeled out of his office.
* * *
Author's Note- So, how did you like it so far? Constructive criticism is welcome. Be nice though. R&R!
