Hey everybody! I created another X-Men story, so if you like this story,
read that one! It's called Nothing is Set In Stone, and a summery of it is:
Bobby, Rogue, and John is blasted into the future due to an explosion in a
battle. They find that the world has changed; the Mutant Registration Act
is unleashed, and it doesn't stop there. Mutants are now illegal, and
people are allowed to kill them. Mutant hunting. So the trio team up (John
is reluctant) with a fire-starter named Blaze, and they have to figure out
what went wrong in their time so they can stop this from happening. But the
question is: can they get home? Please review!
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John walked back from his talk with the Professor. He saw Ling give him a warm smile, but Rogue and Bobby's faces remained neutral. John figured that they were sort of happy that he came back, but because of the sudden change they were still doubtful of their motives. Then he realized: the Professor had said that they made an excuse that he was visiting an aunt. Which meant that they thought he might come back. Interesting.
"What'd the Professor say?" Ling asked.
"Interrogation, the usual." John replied.
Rogue made a coughing noise.
Bobby finally gave up on silence and asked outright, "So does he trust you or not? Are we going to throw you out of the plane or keep you in here?"
"He-" John began, but he didn't finish due to the scream of pain of the girl next to him.
Ling was holding her head and gasping what sounded like, "No, no!" under her breath.
Rogue turned pale. "Oh no, it's happening again!"
John looked around, confused. "What's happening?"
"Mutation." Rogue said. "Last time it happened she nearly flooded the school. That's when she ran away. PROFESSOR!"
The Professor came as fast as his wheelchair could take him. "It's happening. Rogue, get ready to take her power if she loses control. I'll try to give her some mental support."
John was confused. What the heck is happening here? Ling, flood the school? She was reckless, maybe, but John thought she liked Xavier's school. Rogue took off her glove and crouched next to Ling. Her hand was on the covered part of her shoulder, but ready to take her power if needed. John didn't know all the details, but he was sure that Ling would need all the help she could get on this, whatever it is.
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The familiar pain split Ling's head in two. She was on an airplane; she had to learn to stop it now! The problem is, the more she tried, the more pain was inflicted. What is the cause of this stupid thing?!
Ling felt like she was going to lose it, it would all end, and it would be her fault . . .
Then she felt a powerful presence in her head. It was strangely familiar.
~Professor? ~
~Yes. You must fight it! ~
~I'm trying, it just hurts so much! ~
~Try-~
~Ahh! ~
She was losing it, but something different happened. She was seeing her own memories, but of her childhood. She saw her 5 year old self playing on the swing with her father. It continued, and she felt the Professor watching them too. Finally, the memory slideshow reached around the time she was captured. When she found out she was a mutant. She saw another memory of her and her father, doing what dads do. But then, that memory turned black and white. Then, other memories, overwhelming memories with blasts of color, surfaced. She watched herself be experimented on, men in white lab coats forcing her to show her powers, exhausting her until she could do no more. Then, those terrifying moments came faster and faster that all of it was a blur. It only slowed down enough to show that same memory of a red- haired woman clinging onto something amidst the water.
Except now it was longer. The woman was getting eaten up by the waves; it seemed as if all of her energy was depleted. Ling had swum up to her easily, since her power allowed her to breathe underwater. She grabbed the woman and took her to a secret underwater base, then left, promising to come back with help for her. But then as she swum up, she was hit by something big and hard, fell into the water, finding herself looking at the face of the drowned and chained slave master, Stryker. She punched him in the face, even though he was already dead. Ling felt really good looking at that memory. Then her mutation kicked in and she forgot everything.
Until now.
The memories ended, and Ling braced herself for the pain. It came, and tears clung to her eyelashes as she struggled with this. She felt terribly cold and lonely, and even with the Professor's mental support she knew she wouldn't win. Ling felt herself about to give in, when she suddenly felt warm. She felt a warm touch on her hand, and someone gave her hand a squeeze. She felt better, and she focused on the warmth of the person's hand. It gave her strength, it gave her hope.
Then, the pain just ended. It was mellowed out, but she was still in a trance. Somehow, she heard the ocean, and she heard a telepathic voice speaking to her . . .
~Remember . . . you promised . . . ~
Ling snapped out of it. She suddenly opened her eyes. She noticed that it was . . . Pyro who was holding her hand. He blushed and moved his hand away, moving it to play with his lighter again. On the corner of her eye, Ling noticed Rogue looking interested at the two, and she had a sly grin on her face.
The Professor blinked a couple of times and was looking thoughtfully at Ling. Ling was shocked at this piece of information she had just learned. And the person must have been a telepath to send a message like that.
"What is it, Professor?"
"I believe Ling may know where Jean Gray is." The Professor replied.
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There! Finally updated. Well, please review, reviews keep me going!
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John walked back from his talk with the Professor. He saw Ling give him a warm smile, but Rogue and Bobby's faces remained neutral. John figured that they were sort of happy that he came back, but because of the sudden change they were still doubtful of their motives. Then he realized: the Professor had said that they made an excuse that he was visiting an aunt. Which meant that they thought he might come back. Interesting.
"What'd the Professor say?" Ling asked.
"Interrogation, the usual." John replied.
Rogue made a coughing noise.
Bobby finally gave up on silence and asked outright, "So does he trust you or not? Are we going to throw you out of the plane or keep you in here?"
"He-" John began, but he didn't finish due to the scream of pain of the girl next to him.
Ling was holding her head and gasping what sounded like, "No, no!" under her breath.
Rogue turned pale. "Oh no, it's happening again!"
John looked around, confused. "What's happening?"
"Mutation." Rogue said. "Last time it happened she nearly flooded the school. That's when she ran away. PROFESSOR!"
The Professor came as fast as his wheelchair could take him. "It's happening. Rogue, get ready to take her power if she loses control. I'll try to give her some mental support."
John was confused. What the heck is happening here? Ling, flood the school? She was reckless, maybe, but John thought she liked Xavier's school. Rogue took off her glove and crouched next to Ling. Her hand was on the covered part of her shoulder, but ready to take her power if needed. John didn't know all the details, but he was sure that Ling would need all the help she could get on this, whatever it is.
* * *
The familiar pain split Ling's head in two. She was on an airplane; she had to learn to stop it now! The problem is, the more she tried, the more pain was inflicted. What is the cause of this stupid thing?!
Ling felt like she was going to lose it, it would all end, and it would be her fault . . .
Then she felt a powerful presence in her head. It was strangely familiar.
~Professor? ~
~Yes. You must fight it! ~
~I'm trying, it just hurts so much! ~
~Try-~
~Ahh! ~
She was losing it, but something different happened. She was seeing her own memories, but of her childhood. She saw her 5 year old self playing on the swing with her father. It continued, and she felt the Professor watching them too. Finally, the memory slideshow reached around the time she was captured. When she found out she was a mutant. She saw another memory of her and her father, doing what dads do. But then, that memory turned black and white. Then, other memories, overwhelming memories with blasts of color, surfaced. She watched herself be experimented on, men in white lab coats forcing her to show her powers, exhausting her until she could do no more. Then, those terrifying moments came faster and faster that all of it was a blur. It only slowed down enough to show that same memory of a red- haired woman clinging onto something amidst the water.
Except now it was longer. The woman was getting eaten up by the waves; it seemed as if all of her energy was depleted. Ling had swum up to her easily, since her power allowed her to breathe underwater. She grabbed the woman and took her to a secret underwater base, then left, promising to come back with help for her. But then as she swum up, she was hit by something big and hard, fell into the water, finding herself looking at the face of the drowned and chained slave master, Stryker. She punched him in the face, even though he was already dead. Ling felt really good looking at that memory. Then her mutation kicked in and she forgot everything.
Until now.
The memories ended, and Ling braced herself for the pain. It came, and tears clung to her eyelashes as she struggled with this. She felt terribly cold and lonely, and even with the Professor's mental support she knew she wouldn't win. Ling felt herself about to give in, when she suddenly felt warm. She felt a warm touch on her hand, and someone gave her hand a squeeze. She felt better, and she focused on the warmth of the person's hand. It gave her strength, it gave her hope.
Then, the pain just ended. It was mellowed out, but she was still in a trance. Somehow, she heard the ocean, and she heard a telepathic voice speaking to her . . .
~Remember . . . you promised . . . ~
Ling snapped out of it. She suddenly opened her eyes. She noticed that it was . . . Pyro who was holding her hand. He blushed and moved his hand away, moving it to play with his lighter again. On the corner of her eye, Ling noticed Rogue looking interested at the two, and she had a sly grin on her face.
The Professor blinked a couple of times and was looking thoughtfully at Ling. Ling was shocked at this piece of information she had just learned. And the person must have been a telepath to send a message like that.
"What is it, Professor?"
"I believe Ling may know where Jean Gray is." The Professor replied.
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There! Finally updated. Well, please review, reviews keep me going!