Chapter 9: Musicians and Magnetos
A/N: I would like to thank all of you for reading and reviewing. I really do enjoy reading the reviews of my story. The song Lyrics in this fic are written by a group known as Jars of Clay. I hope you like this chapter, and now: the responses to your reviews.
ldypebsaby: Yes, the pizza delivery guy was Peter Parker, A.K.A. Spiderman. In Spiderman 2 Peter had a job as a pizza delivery guy, which of course, he lost.
Mark C: I'm not sure if I'm going to bring Parker in as a Warrior. No wait. Yes I am sure. I'm going to bring him in, but not with the X-Men. Right now I'm working on another fic where a slightly different branch of people in the Warriors discover and recruit Peter Parker. That however will more than likely be in the Ultimate Marvel area not in the X-Men Evolution area.
Proponent of Evo: Thank you for the ideas, and the compliment! I hope you continue to read this great fic, and that you continue to review it and tell me how great it is! LOL.
An elderly man sat on a bench in front of a small playground reading the Daily Bugle. Specifically the article about the mysterious Christmas Angel that began helping people and then disappeared. Written by the esteemed Ben Urich. His mind however was not on the article in front of him, but on the strange events that had happened to him the day before. A group of four young men had lured him into an alley in an attempt to rob him, but before he could react and defend himself, another young man stepped in, and beat the others, scaring them off. The young man received nothing but a cut across his chest for his troubles, and yet he had seemed happy about it, as if he was content. That was what struck this elderly man as odd. The entire experience was strange, but he was about to have an even stranger one.
Quite suddenly, above the noise of the people and the traffic that made up the sounds of New York City, rose the faint but clear sound of music. Piano music of the heavenly variety seemed to be attempting to escape from paradise to come down and bless those beings of the mortal world below. At first it did indeed sound as if the soft music was coming from the sky above. It was enchanting, the old man rose from his seat on the bench to his feet. Discovering that the music was indeed not coming from the sky, but from the top of the building across the street the old man started towards it. Coming to the door in almost a trance he looked up to the sign above the door before entering, it read 'Robaldi Music Center.'
He was opening the door when a young man in a pizza deliver outfit sped out the door, hitting the old man with the door as he came out. The young man tried to apologize but the old man ignored him, walking in and to the stair well at the back of the first floor lobby area. Before he knew it he was at the top, but the door had an electronic key card lock on it. The man held out his hand towards it so his palm was facing the lock, and suddenly the lock was ripped off the door and the wall, and the door opened slowly. The music, though still soft, became louder and more enchanting when he opened the door and continued to do so as he got nearer to it.
He entered the same single fireplace room that Rogue and Scott had gone into the day before. And then the old man saw the source of the music, his gaze locking on the one piano and the one playing it in the small side room with opened glass patio doors that must've led to the roof. A beautiful song that the old man had never heard before came from the keys, yet it was so familiar that he could almost guess the next notes that would be coming from it. It was so lovely and entrancing that without knowing it he continued to get closer to it, until the floor beneath him creaked.
The music abruptly ended as the figure in front of the piano whirled around, grabbed a nearby cane, and had the old man pinned to the wall with it by the throat before he could even register what had happened. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" The piano player shouted, now more like a beast then a man. The old man could see now that the right side of the piano player was horribly scarred, including his face, and it took all he had in him not to turn his eyes away in fright.
The cane in the piano player's hand and against the old mans throat suddenly released itself from his grip and floated to where it stood itself against the wall. The old man straightened his coat by the collar and turned to fully face the piano player. "My name is Eric. Eric Lehnsherr, but you may call me, Magneto."
Mean while...
Rogue was finishing her first slice of pizza and talking to a few of the girls about different things, like the school at Bayville, and things of that nature. Scott however had already finished his pizza and was looking around the room at the different people when he spotted Mike sitting by himself in the corner of the room by a window reading a book.
He started walking over and as he got closer he managed to read the title of the book, 'The Scarlet Letter' it seemed odd to him that a young fourteen or thirteen or however old Mike was, would be reading a book like that. Before Scott could speak Mike did, not looking up from his book.
"Hi Scott." Mike said, acknowledging Scott's presence. "Pull up a seat if you want."
Scott did so, and sat down in it, facing Mike. "Well I just figured we could talk a little since we haven't really been able to talk to you since that Christmas Eve party. And even then it was a really, really brief conversation."
"Yeah well... you've pretty much been surrounded by people since ya got here. And I don't do well in crowds." He said looking up from his book and closing it, having a bookmark in it so he wouldn't loose his page.
"Yeah, we were told your power, or at least a general version of it, and that you didn't like crowds." Scott said with a nod.
"Yeah..." He paused. "And yes, I can hear your thoughts right now."
Scott smiled somewhat of a smirk on his face. "Sorry. I just wanted to see if it was automatic like I heard."
"Yeah, you heard right. I'm kind of like a thought receptor. I can't project my thoughts into others, and I can only hear what they are thinking at that exact moment, and I can't shut it off." Mike said as he sat up straight.
"If you can only hear what they are thinking at that exact moment, how did you find out that Rogue and I were mutants, did Rogue think that to herself?" He asked curiously.
"Well it's kind of complicated but I can tell the difference between the thoughts of a mutant, and the thoughts of a human. Sort of like an accent. I guess the brainwaves are different or something. It's really hard to explain, but I just know if the thought I'm hearing is coming from a mutant or a human."
"And the knock out thing?" Scott asked with a brow slightly raised from behind his ruby shades.
"Happens when I get overloaded with other people's thoughts for too long a time, or during times of extreme emotional upset." Mike answered with a nod. "When it happens it knocks everyone in a fifteen foot radius unconscious, and they wake up with a five minute or so memory lapse, and a headache."
"I didn't know about the memory lapse part of it." Scott said as he sat back against his chair. "I take it you're kind of a loner in the team then?" He asked it more like he was asking for affirmation than an answer.
"Yeah. Nathan and I are both kind of the withdrawn ones in the group. Both out of habit and necessity." He answered with a nod.
"I see." Scott nodded.
"Hey Scott!" Scott's train of thought was suddenly interrupted by Danielle's voice yelling to him. "Get over here, Rogue says that you'd know the answer to this one!"
"Coming." Scott said as he got up and turned back towards Mike.
"Go ahead." Mike said with a nod. "We can talk later if you want to."
Scott nodded and headed over towards Rogue and the other girls as Mike re-opened his book. To be honest that's all he'd really like to do all day long if he was allowed to. Just read. Suddenly, his reading was interrupted from Elise shouting from the doorway. "He everybody! Will and the others are gonna play for us! Grab the food and follow me!" She said as she waved them towards her, and walked into the room across the hall.
Everyone followed her, even Mike, into the other room. The room was identical to the other one except this one had a platform like stage at the one end of it, which band gear on it. Amps, guitars, drums, and a keyboard were all up there along with some microphones. Will went up onto the stage as James brought in the pizza boxes, putting them on a table by the door. "Hey everybody. This is what we're gonna do." He said as he put the strap of an electric guitar of his shoulder. "For those of you who don't know. Cough Scott Cough Rogue Cough there are those few of us here in the Warriors, that have musical talent. None of which are in this band." He gave a slight laugh, as did several others. "Anyway, for lack of imagination we called ourselves the warriors. We have Chris here on the drums." Chris came up to the stage, his wings now gone and his shirt was back on him as he took his seat. "Danielle on the electric Guitar." Danielle came up and took the second guitar. "Nathan on the base." Nathan was already on the stage and holding the base guitar. "And Myself." He said with a slight bow. "Now. This song here is written by Nathan over there, it's called... 'Something Beautiful'." He said with a slight nod. Suddenly the guitars and drums started off in a low, soft and soothing tune as Will began to sing the words. With Danielle and Nathan singing every now and then as backup.
If you put your arms around me
Could it change the way I feel.
I guess I let myself believe
That the outside might just bleed it's way in.
Maybe stir the sleeping past
Lying under glass.
Waiting for the kiss
To break this awful spell.
Pull me out
Of this lonely hell.
Close my eyes and hold my heart.
Cover me and make me something
Change this something normal
Into something beautiful.
What I get from my reflection
Isn't what I thought I'd see.
Give me reason to believe
You'd never leave me incomplete.
Will you untie this loss of mine,
It so easily defines me
Do you see it on my face.
That all I can think about is how long
I've been waiting to feel you move me.
Close my eyes and hold my heart.
Cover me and make me something.
Change this something normal
Into something beautiful.
The song began and ended slow, but it was a nice song all the same, a nice one to start out with. Rogue really began to think about that Nathan person. What kind of person he really was, maybe they had some things in common.
"Next we have a song by me. It's just a fun up beat something that I doodled out a while ago. Here goes, it's called, 'Revolution'." He said with a slight smile. This song started upbeat and fast, and it stayed that way too.
Peace takes a taxi to the underground.
I want to love the world but I don't know how.
Blame it on the D.J. Playing all the fast songs,
Ain't spinning anything that I can sing along.
So if you know the words
Then try to sing along.
When you get the beat
Grab a hammer bang a gong.
Cause you don't have to fight
Or make yourself belong
To be a revolution. Yeah.
If you wanna learn to play the 'rock guitar'
Throw down your guns, your gonna be a star.
You gotta begin with who you know you are
To be a revolution.
The time is right to cross that line
And let love find a way...
So if you know the words
Then try to sing along.
When you get the beat
Grab a hammer bang a gong.
Cause you don't have to fight
Or make yourself belong,
To be a revolution. Yeah.
To be a revolution.
The song ended and Will took a slight bow, to the applause of the crowd, but that applause was suddenly interrupted by Hans rushing into the room. "Quickly! All of you! There is another mutant upstairs fighting with the master, go! Help him!" He called as he rushed in. Hans himself was not a mutant, or at least they didn't think he was. He had never actually said or demonstrated that he was a mutant. But that was immaterial, he barely had time to finish before even those that had been on the stage were rushing towards and out the door, headed upstairs.
Coming Soon.... Chapter 10: A Warrior's Battle