Hey guys. Be nice, this is my fist X-Men story...I usually do Van Helsing, but hey, why not do my next fav movie fanfic. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or whatever...but I do won my own creations soon to be introduced.
The television blared in the living room of the mansion as a number of teenagers littered the couches, chairs and floors as the X-Men watched the illuminated screen as a semi-balding man was reading of the news. Of course the news was the same as always, the same as it had been for the passed while. Mutants. The protestations against them , the debates on how to deal with them and the numerous pathetic attempts of mutants who had not learned to control their powers that tired to over throw the government's decisions with threats, hijacking, and starting fights.
In all, they caused more problems then helped and today, the news reporter had continues reports of vandals and a protest going on here and a brawl over there. After awhile the group began to get bored as a number of the teenagers whined to change the channel, but were told to shut-up by others who were busy killing the reporter off in various different ways in their minds, each one being absolutely strange and if not frightening.
Ever since Alkaline Lake, people had gotten harsher feeling towards mutants, and though the President had been persuaded them that it was no problem, and that they meant no harm, people minds were made up. Mutants had to be rid of and be rid of now.
At this point the Reporter himself seemed to be getting exhausted from repeating the same thing.
"and today, near the Alpha theater, people claimed to see another mutant like activity. The mutant in question was walking as a group passed by her, they talked and then they all flew in various directions, while people claimed to feel" the most bone chilling cold imaginable". Then they continued to say that the persons who will remain un-named, froze in mid-flight and then were slammed to the ground." The reporter said as Xavier's eyes went wide while the others seemed unaffected. Just another rebel mutant.
But it seemed very important to Xavier who wheeled closer to the screen, eyes fixed on the screen. He told Bobby to turn it up to which he obliged just as the reporter was giving a description.
"the mutant was said to be about 5'4, with dark brown hair, a fair complexion and wearing a dark purple sweater and faded blue jeans" the reported said and then moved onto the next news.
Xavier's eyes stayed glued to the screen as Orora approached him, worry staining her eyes as her hand laid on his shoulder. He moved, startled as he looked up at her.
"Professor....what's wrong?" she asked, as he seemed torn between a state of shock and happiness.
"she's back"
oaky there you go...please R&R no reviews.equal.No chapters.