uAnd again./u
Disclaimer: I don't own the x men, and don't intend to get any profit from this.
First x men fanfic ever! :)
Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Scott mumbled some profanity face down into his pillow, and flicked the alarm clock off its stand. Peculiarly, the thoughts in his head were Hahaha! Die!
Coincidentally, the same thoughts of the big pink robot standing outside his window. Scott eyed the mechanical smile slowly move downwards below the line of view of the window, to be replaced by all-too-lifeless red eyes. Scott quickly turned his head and released his laser eye beams, sending the sentinel keeling backward and into their driveway. He quickly jumped out of bed and triggered the siren.
Soon enough the sky was littered with big pink robots and teeny X-men, and a vicious fight ensued.
For Storm, or otherwise Ororo to most that weren't big and pink, this was the least fun thing to be doing on a Saturday morning, contrary to what the mundane action-yearning public would believe. Would they ever be left in peace? She thought to herself, and had Obviously not, yelled back to her by the stark inevitability of reality that was the everyday of an X-man's life.
There were at least twenty sentinels attacking them, and yet another needless to be answered question because there was no valid explanation, was Whatever for. If only people would for once give up and realise that the world could gain a lot of sleep if it were not for the pointless musings of die-hard anti-mutant extremists. But this is a world where people fly and turn invisible, and this is the world were Unexplained is better left Unbothered.
For simply existing, this seemed so unfair. But what was she to do about it? Simply make it a little more fair by ridding them of a few more ugly pink things. Her eyes misted over as she rummaged through her list of powers to release a hurricane that would hopefully blow these annoyances off course or batter them with lightning to a system failure, and hopefully they'd drop like big pink flies.
She found herself dodging many shots, having to fight on various fronts at once. These sentinels were being irritating, and weren't responding quickly enough to her lightning bolts. So they had been upgraded, yet again, but the X-men were prepared to deal with anything. Or at least it was more comforting and better for the ego to assume so.
Suddenly out of the corner of her eye, she saw a sentinel with a strange device hooked up to one of its arms. She fixed her attention on the gun for a while, abstractedly sending lighting bolts to extinguish whatever sentinels came from behind. Having absolute control over the winds helped, when you didn't have eyes at the back of your head. She stared at it, sure but yet not sure that it was familiar to her. She thought knew she had seen it somewhere before, a long time ago. But.
That didn't matter. It was aimed towards Jean, who was too preoccupied trying to telekinetically rattle the insides of a sentinel to its death, not aware of the red pointer of the gun that was dancing around the small of her back. A sweet, unassuming dance, beautiful if it were not the harbinger of death. Ororo tried yelling, but dam her stupid hurricane that made too much noise. She tried to send a wind to push Jean away from the little red light, but Jean had anchored herself too firmly against the hurricane winds and Ororo began to panic. She fled the responsibilities of her own sentinels that were on her back, and flew towards Jean, regardless of whatever threats she herself might be facing, caring more for the life of her own friend. Unfortunately.
She darted in the way of the gun and Jean, so that the light now landed on her own breast. No. Not good. But there was no way to turn this situation around any more. At that moment, Jean, having finished extinguishing her prey, turned around as she felt Ororo's hair billowing against her own back. It was then that she saw the gun pointed straight at them. Ororo had raised her hands in an effort to blast the gun to bits. She hadn't thought of firing at it from a distance at first, her first thought was only for Jean. Unfortunately.
At the same moment, the red light that sat happily in her bosom went away and was replaced by a beam of energy straight into her breast.
Now she knew why it was so familiar. She had felt this way before, and the pain that seared through her served as an all-too-vivid reminder. Maybe if she had recognized that condemnable weapon earlier, she wouldn't have done this. But she couldn't let Jean endure this. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth but no sound was heard as her throat closed against her vocal cords. The veins on her neck became starkly apparent as she strained to yell out the pain that coursed in her, through and through. Tears that burnt seeped out from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her burning face, each reflecting the lightning around her as it slid gently down her cheeks. All too innocently.
The winds turned against her, and her arms flew open, stretched out from her body. She felt the lightning that she held so dear in her hands being pulled through her fingertips, and try as she might to close her hands and keep them to herself once more, she could not help as they impatiently streaked out of her, as if they never belonged there. They felt like thistles, the thorns of which dragged a part of her out with it, stinging her as they flew from her body. She felt the wind being pulled out of her breath, leaving her gaping for air, and her stomach pressed inward, revealing her bony ribs that were arched backward with her back.
Jean tried to touch her, to reach out to her, but she couldn't, she tried but was blown away. She could only watch as streaks of the most beautiful blue-white spiralled up towards the heavens and tore away from Ororo, screaming cries of freedom as they shot soundlessly into the darkness of the early morning sky.
The sentinels did begin dropping like flies, being huge conductors that hadn't the humility to see how much power this woman had contained.
And only a woman, as she stepped off her pedestal and fell daintily from her heaven-bound abode.
I don't usually write such drama-y things so I hope I did an ok job on this. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own the x men, and don't intend to get any profit from this.
First x men fanfic ever! :)
Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Scott mumbled some profanity face down into his pillow, and flicked the alarm clock off its stand. Peculiarly, the thoughts in his head were Hahaha! Die!
Coincidentally, the same thoughts of the big pink robot standing outside his window. Scott eyed the mechanical smile slowly move downwards below the line of view of the window, to be replaced by all-too-lifeless red eyes. Scott quickly turned his head and released his laser eye beams, sending the sentinel keeling backward and into their driveway. He quickly jumped out of bed and triggered the siren.
Soon enough the sky was littered with big pink robots and teeny X-men, and a vicious fight ensued.
For Storm, or otherwise Ororo to most that weren't big and pink, this was the least fun thing to be doing on a Saturday morning, contrary to what the mundane action-yearning public would believe. Would they ever be left in peace? She thought to herself, and had Obviously not, yelled back to her by the stark inevitability of reality that was the everyday of an X-man's life.
There were at least twenty sentinels attacking them, and yet another needless to be answered question because there was no valid explanation, was Whatever for. If only people would for once give up and realise that the world could gain a lot of sleep if it were not for the pointless musings of die-hard anti-mutant extremists. But this is a world where people fly and turn invisible, and this is the world were Unexplained is better left Unbothered.
For simply existing, this seemed so unfair. But what was she to do about it? Simply make it a little more fair by ridding them of a few more ugly pink things. Her eyes misted over as she rummaged through her list of powers to release a hurricane that would hopefully blow these annoyances off course or batter them with lightning to a system failure, and hopefully they'd drop like big pink flies.
She found herself dodging many shots, having to fight on various fronts at once. These sentinels were being irritating, and weren't responding quickly enough to her lightning bolts. So they had been upgraded, yet again, but the X-men were prepared to deal with anything. Or at least it was more comforting and better for the ego to assume so.
Suddenly out of the corner of her eye, she saw a sentinel with a strange device hooked up to one of its arms. She fixed her attention on the gun for a while, abstractedly sending lighting bolts to extinguish whatever sentinels came from behind. Having absolute control over the winds helped, when you didn't have eyes at the back of your head. She stared at it, sure but yet not sure that it was familiar to her. She thought knew she had seen it somewhere before, a long time ago. But.
That didn't matter. It was aimed towards Jean, who was too preoccupied trying to telekinetically rattle the insides of a sentinel to its death, not aware of the red pointer of the gun that was dancing around the small of her back. A sweet, unassuming dance, beautiful if it were not the harbinger of death. Ororo tried yelling, but dam her stupid hurricane that made too much noise. She tried to send a wind to push Jean away from the little red light, but Jean had anchored herself too firmly against the hurricane winds and Ororo began to panic. She fled the responsibilities of her own sentinels that were on her back, and flew towards Jean, regardless of whatever threats she herself might be facing, caring more for the life of her own friend. Unfortunately.
She darted in the way of the gun and Jean, so that the light now landed on her own breast. No. Not good. But there was no way to turn this situation around any more. At that moment, Jean, having finished extinguishing her prey, turned around as she felt Ororo's hair billowing against her own back. It was then that she saw the gun pointed straight at them. Ororo had raised her hands in an effort to blast the gun to bits. She hadn't thought of firing at it from a distance at first, her first thought was only for Jean. Unfortunately.
At the same moment, the red light that sat happily in her bosom went away and was replaced by a beam of energy straight into her breast.
Now she knew why it was so familiar. She had felt this way before, and the pain that seared through her served as an all-too-vivid reminder. Maybe if she had recognized that condemnable weapon earlier, she wouldn't have done this. But she couldn't let Jean endure this. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth but no sound was heard as her throat closed against her vocal cords. The veins on her neck became starkly apparent as she strained to yell out the pain that coursed in her, through and through. Tears that burnt seeped out from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her burning face, each reflecting the lightning around her as it slid gently down her cheeks. All too innocently.
The winds turned against her, and her arms flew open, stretched out from her body. She felt the lightning that she held so dear in her hands being pulled through her fingertips, and try as she might to close her hands and keep them to herself once more, she could not help as they impatiently streaked out of her, as if they never belonged there. They felt like thistles, the thorns of which dragged a part of her out with it, stinging her as they flew from her body. She felt the wind being pulled out of her breath, leaving her gaping for air, and her stomach pressed inward, revealing her bony ribs that were arched backward with her back.
Jean tried to touch her, to reach out to her, but she couldn't, she tried but was blown away. She could only watch as streaks of the most beautiful blue-white spiralled up towards the heavens and tore away from Ororo, screaming cries of freedom as they shot soundlessly into the darkness of the early morning sky.
The sentinels did begin dropping like flies, being huge conductors that hadn't the humility to see how much power this woman had contained.
And only a woman, as she stepped off her pedestal and fell daintily from her heaven-bound abode.
I don't usually write such drama-y things so I hope I did an ok job on this. :)