Hey people! MP3 here again, sorry if it took me so long to update but I had
killer exams. Thanks for the feedback on my last chapter cause I worked my
booty off to get it done. Yes, people, it has a plot and pairings for
couples but if I told you that now it would ruin everything.
To unknown-Don't have too high of hopes! You'll make me nervous!!!
To forgottenhavok- Hold onto your horses or else they'll trample me before
I can introduce him! Geez.
Tenzo- I had to make some crack at that or else I was going to burst.
Thanks and I try to update as soon as possible every time.
Have fun reading people and remember I love reviews! Many reviews=happy
author=sooner updating! Disclaimer has been hiding in my closet and won't
come out. He only came out for Turkey Day and that's the only way I came
bribe him. *waves turkey leg at Disclaimer's closet* Come out, little boy,
come out!
Disclaimer:*rushes out and tackles on the meat* MP3 doesn't own Evo or all
the nice OCs. She does own her own OCs though!
MP3: OK, good Disclaimer. Now read!
""-talking ''-thinking #@#@-scene change to whatever group I'm talking about (I'll use this in this chappie because I might jump around a lot.)
***************************************************************** #@#@ The Xavier Institute #@#@
It was a brand new day at the Xavier Institute, dawning pink and beautiful. Dinner with the newest recruits had gone off well, the Professor successfully introducing them without revealing their powers. Charles Xavier woke this morning at 5:30, second only to Logan who had been up since 4:00, gearing the Danger Room for a surprise training session. Xavier fond the coffee Logan had put outside his room for him and began absently reading the Bayville newspaper that had accompanied it (A/N-This is just something nice I decided to let Logan do. He isn't a servant). He folded the paper as he thought over the events of last night. It was very clear that Cassidy liked Anastacia by the way she had rushed to her as soon as the girl had entered the room. The others had seemed shocked but Anastacia just laughed it off. Keyaira and Ryan both seemed like fish out of water, scared and skittish until Anastacia and Nathaniel stepped in. Anastacia had wrapped her spare arm around the younger girl's shoulders, giving her the same reassuring smile as before in his office. After that, Keyaira seemed to open up and join in the conversations. Nathaniel had playfully punched Ryan's shoulder, the younger boy sliding a small bit before bursting out laughing. By the end of the night, he was already good friends with most of the X-boys. Remembering the reaction when Nathaniel had entered the dining room, he chuckled and crumpled the paper slightly. If he was correct in remembering, Amara had dropped her water glass while Rogue had accidentally elbowed Jamie, causing him to multiply into Roberto. The Brazilian was almost about to start swearing in Portuguese but a growl from Logan silenced him. Kitty had simply gaped in silent shock until the older teen had flashed her a smile. After that, she had blushed furiously and avoided meeting his gaze. Mike hit it off well with Ray and Bobby, as Andrew found a kindred soul as he discussed techno-babble with Kurt. The night was comical and lighthearted after Sam had introduced himself as though he was James Bond. Anastacia laughed and proceeded to call him 'Guthrie' the whole night, earning a shy smile whenever she did. Overall, the night had been a success and he was very proud of all of them. A heavy bell rang overhead, denoting the arrival of 6:00. Around the Institute, he could hear the reactions of his students as they rolled out of bed and quickly dressed for the session in their uniforms. He made his way to the control center for the Danger Room, reviewing all the things that could happen in the next day. The doors slid open, revealing Hank, Ororo,and Andrew. Andrew waved nervously before turning to stare out the observing window. He was dressed casually in jeans short, sandals, and plain yellow T-shirt. Ororo and Hank, however, were wearing their uniform, fiddling with controls. Charles smiled at the two before looking out the glass panel himself. He smiled at the sight of his X-Men in their uniforms and all of the New Recruits in their nearly versions. The newest additions had their own uniforms, each revealing a small chunk of their personality. Keyaira looked more confident in her two-piece black catsuit, tapping the toe of her black knee-high boot, conversing with Kitty and Sam in her light southern accent. Mike and Ryan were talking about rock music, Mike rolling up his tie-dyed red and black sleeves. The rest of his uniform was basic black, from the torso of his shirt to his pants and belt, except for a red belt and a red X across his chest. Ryan looked a bit more traditional, having adopted the yellow X shoulder pads and yellow belt to his own black and green ensemble. His tail whipped about near his bulky green boots which gave way to basic black torso and a green diagonal stripe across his chest. He cracked his knuckles, flexing his claws through the fingerless green gloves. Nathaniel stood off to the side of everyone, the golden plates on his high tech body suit glinting in the flourescent lights. A long black leather trench coat cutting the glare mostly, brushing the toes of his black boots. The ornate hilt of a sword jutted out from behinds one shoulder, strapped to his back and across his chest. He absently twirled two .50 caliber desert Eagles in his black gloved hands before forcing them back into the halters at his waist. Anastacia watched him before laughing lightly, forcing him to look up into her hazel eyes. Anastacia flexed her hands, stretching the thin black material. Every muscle and curve she possessed was hugged by the black body suit. A broad white X crossed her chest, wrapping around her waist and the tops of her shoulders. Her arms were also wrapped in gold Xs, the top portion of the X replaced by red instead of black. Anastacia twirled a stray hair from her long braid, smiling at Nathaniel and tapping the toe of her boots. Logan entered the room, all eyes suddenly turned on him. Clearing his throat, he looked at them all expectantly.
"This'll be a simple session, divided into three parts. The first will
be for the new students. You've already met all of them but this will
be a chance to see what they can do in battle. This is your
evaluation, new kids, don't be scared. The next session will be for
the New Recruits. That means Iceman, Cannonball, Berzerker, Sunspot,
Magma, and Multiple. Basic training but up a level from what you're
used to. Third will be for the X-Men at the highest level."
He paused for a second and Xavier's voice came over the intercom.
"If the other students will come to the observation deck while the
newest students train? Thank you all."
The students made their way out and up, the ones left behind looking slightly more nervous than before. The students filed neatly into the control room and Xavier nodded to Ororo. She nudged the skill lever, pushing several buttons before sitting back to watch with the rest of them. Machines burst out of the walls in the room below, one spouting flames, another sporting swinging blades. The recruits tensed, all ready for the attack.
#@#@ Somewhere in Bayville.#@#@
A man stumbled down an alley, knocking over two cans, spilling fresh trash before the dawn rounds. He ran blindly, glancing back breathlessly at the tall thin figure advancing on him. The man ran into a chain link fence separating the alley, turning to pant out a plea to the black and red clad figure.
"Please don't hurt me. I swear, I'll give you anything. Just don't
hurt me."
The figure stepped out of the shadows to reveal a thin teenage girl. Her black chin-length hair with red streaks twitched in the slight breeze. Her left eye was pearly white, displaying no emotion, but the right was dark brown and piercingly angry. She stomped out further into the pale sunlight, her chunky black boots sending up puffs of dirt over her torn blue jeans. Over the jeans, she wore a red and black plaid skirt that went well with the plain black long-sleeved shirt with fishnet sleeves. Black arm socks reached to her elbows and several silver bracelets jangled at her wrists. Small silver hoops glinted at her ears and three silver chains at her neck swayed slightly. Her voice was almost disdainful and minorly wounded.
"Why would I hurt you? I just wanted to help you. You dropped this
back there."
She held out a small brown wallet and the man loosened much more. He snatched it back, trying to regain his pride and almost sneering at her.
"How much did you take out? You stupid mutant. You can't fool me! I
see right through you. Then again, that's not something you can do to
well anyway, right?"
The girl looked down, shock written on her face. She balled her fists and looked the man in the eye again. He flinched as she hissed icily.
"Then you better run before I use my scary mutant powers on you. Go
on, run. Like the little rat you are."
The man took off past her, scurrying down the alley much like a rodent would. She looked down at the black asphalt, scuffing the toe of her left boot.
"My name is Kara Brook," she whispered to the alley, "they call me
Voodoo for a reason. I just wish I could cut the strings."
Kara turned and exited the alley, stepping out into brighter sunlight. She continued her plod down the sidewalk as though nothing had happened.
#@#@ The Brotherhood Boarding House #@#@
A pair of robins chirped happily outside until they were hit by a blast of water from Jason's outstretched palm. He rolled out of bed, the huge white T-shirt and baggy navy pants he used as pajamas very rumpled. Trudging down the stairs, he was most shocked to see Seyla, Denise, and Anne, all clad in their pajamas piled onto the couch and watching a TV movie. Jason cocked his head in confusion, unknowingly staring at Seyla in her less than modest cut-off white tank top and navy basketball shorts.
"Aren't you girls up a bit early? You do know that when Blob wakes up,
he'll take over the couch."
Seyla smirked, crossing her arms and tilting her head in response.
"We can deal with him. Right, Freddy?"
As if on cue, Fred backed through the swinging door from the kitchen with a tray of cereal bowls. He passed three to the girls on the couch before settling into an armchair himself. Anne smiled sweetly at him, her voice light but sugary.
"Thanks Fred! You're so sweet."
Jason could only help but scoff as Fred nodded modestly. He took a seat on the moldy carpet beneath one of the arms of the couch. The four sat in near silence, transfixed to the cheesy movie, the only sounds the crunch of Cheerios from the cereal bowl and the movie itself. Half an hour later, Wanda shuffled down the stairs, fully dressed and throwing hexes behind her at Todd. She glowered at the group currently occupying the main room, still half asleep. In an almost chivalrous act, Fred stood from the armchair and found another seat so that Wanda could have it. Wanda's face flashed in confusion before returning to the same sour glare as she crossed the room and fell into the chair. Stretching her legs over the arm, She drew a book out from under the chair, flipped to a page in the middle and became engrossed in it. Todd finish hopping down the stairs, rubbing his head and mussing his mouse brown hair.
"Goodness, Cuddlebumps, you sure do know how to wake a guy up in the
morning."
Wanda snorted, slipping a page in her book and not looking up.
"That's what you're supposed to do with a ball of slime, Todd. Throw
it out."
Todd smiled dreamily, ready to respond sweetly when a cutting voice broke in.
"Then you need to work on your aim. Because I could swear you just
threw him further back into the house."
Todd was shocked out of his small dream state, snapping up his head at the open window of the living room behind the couch. The girls on the couch turned around, highly curious, and were shocked to see a lean 17 year old a wicked smile on his slightly tanned face. His blue eyes glinted mischievously as Wanda turned to look him in the eyes, she herself shocked that someone had questioned her. She gained an ounce of her composure and asked him incredulously,
"I'd like to see you do better. Who are you anyway?"
The teen's smile spread wider as he swung his legs over the windowsill and his black boots thumped against the carpet.
"It's like some group therapy session in here. Say it with me now. My
name's Havok."
The girls on the couch smiled broadly and responded in unison.
"Hi, Havok."
Havok smiled, letting out a small laugh before continuing.
"I'm a mutant."
The three girls reponded in the same unison.
"That's OK, Havok."
Denise giggled lightly as Wanda shook her head, trying not to do the same.
"That's your name? Havok? Don't you have a real name?"
The teen shook his head, still smiling, making it aware to Wanda his almost military buzz cut.
"Well, I'm working on a nickname. Possibly Mike, or even Justin. I'm
kinda leaning towards Mike. Wait! Maybe Kevin."
He glanced up at the ceiling as he recited, seizing upon each name like a treasure. Seyla was laughing lightly and even Fred was smiling as the boy continued.
"How about Doug? Hmm. Nah, something else. Larry. no. Harold. Hunter. Dustin!!! Yep, I'm going with Dustin today!"
The others burst out laughing and even Wanda was smiling. Havok caught her smile and gave her his own secretive smile, his eyes smoldering. Wanda shuddered and returned to her book as Havok resumed his place on the windowsill, watching the movie as if he had always been there.
#@#@ The Xavier Institute (30 minutes later) #@#@
An alarm went off in the control room, jarring the observers out of their slack-jawed silence. Kurt was the first to react, letting out a low whistle. Amara had her head cocked to side in utter confusion as she stared at Andrew. He was fiddling with the dials and buttons still, unaware of the attention. Down in the Danger Room, the newest recruits were feeling the effect of their first session as a team. The disappointment was clear on Ryan's face as he offered Keyaira a hand to help her to her feet. She took it with a sour grunt and once she was stable, she shook it off quickly. She rubbed at the small of her back, moving away from Ryan, hissing like a cat over her left shoulder. Her voice was vicious and painfully sarcastic.
"Real nice, Lynx. Aren't you supposed to see a huge metal pole when
you're looking right behind me???"
Ryan seemed shocked but recovered quickly, in the same sarcastic tone.
"This from the girl with cat-like reflexes. Couldn't you hear it
swinging, Key? Everybody else did."
Keyaira glared murder at him, looking as if she would rip off his tail if given the choice. Mike's voice cut through her death stare, floating over from where he had blended himself into one of the movable walls.
"Come on, people. We all make mistakes. Well, not me, because I'm
perfect. But you all knew that."
Keyaira looked in his direction, her anger fading quickly as she began laughing lightly. Even Ryan had to giggle, sending an apologetic look at the girl, although she did not notice it. Anastacia smiled at Mike and took his bare right hand in her gloved one, her left outstretched and splayed against the wall. She concentrated, her eyes growing more intense as the wall buckled slightly. Mike would have fallen farther forward if not for the elder girl's grip as she dragged him out of the puckered hole. Mike gained stability, glancing hurriedly from Anastacia to the hole.
"Whoa. You've definitely got some power behind you. Thanks for the
quick save. Hopefully, it won't be needed again."
She returned warmly with a smile. Nathaniel bent and quickly scooped up his Desert Eagles from where a simulation had thrown them. The bottom near where the cartridges loaded was chipped on one, making the large teen swear under his breath. He glanced up at the tall blonde, remembering vividly when a nudge from a swinging blade had sent a stray bullet hurtling towards the girl's shoulder. Only by coincidence had she moved out of they way in time, dodging one of the same blades. She locked eyes with him, smiling warmly again, her small accent attempting to be reassuring.
"Don't worry about it, Calina. I've dodged worse accidents before and you did really good anyway."
Nathaniel smiled at the use of his middle name, recalling her's quickly and responding in the same tone.
"Nothing doing Selena. You weren't so bad yourself, You sure you've
never done this before?"
She shook her head, the smile growing wider. Ryan rubbed one his ears, looking thoughtful.
"So what are we going to call ourselves? As a group, I mean. We are
going to be fighting as a group and we should have a proper name."
Mike cocked his head to one side, before snapping his fingers.
"I got it! The Fabulous Five!"
Keyaira snorted.
"We're not a group of gay men, we're X-Men! Besides, there are six of
us. You're forgetting Andrew."
Mike looked humble until Ryan snapped his fingers in a similar.
"I've got it. We'll be the Court. Because we have a king and a queen."
Ryan gestured to Nathaniel and Anastacia before continuing.
". a prince and a princess."
He gestured to himself and Keyaira, a smile spreading across his face.
".an Ace."
Gesturing up at the control room, the smile grew wider and Andrew responded by sending off a small siren for a second before ceasing it.
".and a fool."
He pointed at Mike as the slightly shorter boy let out a huff of indignation. Keyaira began giggling helplessly as Logan appeared and motioned for the five to leave. As they walked out, Logan could hear Mike feebly trying to reason for his newest nickname.
"But why me? Why do I have to be the fool? Can I trade? Come on,
somebody let me trade!"
Logan cold only help but chuckle.
#@#@ A Random Café in Bayville #@#@
The café was nearly empty except for a middle-aged waitress, a pot-bellied manager, and tanned teenage boy trying to ignore the former two. The waitress hesitantly walked over and placed a cup of black coffee in front of the boy before she skittered away nervously. The boy looked up in the direction the woman had exited from, his eyes flashing slightly. The waitress caught this sight and let out a tiny shriek. Through his right eyes ran an old scar, the eye itself light blue contrasting with his red left eye. He grimaced, taking a sip of his coffee as the portly manager waddled over. He stuttered as he spoke, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Hey, buddy. I'm sorry but I'll need you to pay and vacate my
establishment."
The teen let out a wry chuckle and glanced up at the man.
"Let me guess. 'We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone'.
Yeah, I'll leave."
The manager wrung his hands as the teen slurped half the cup before placing some money on the table and sliding out of the booth. The manager looked him up and down as he walked out, amazed at the baggy black clothes which gave away none of his form. He shook his head, muttering under his breath about the sad state the world was in. It wasn't that he was against mutants, his customers were though and he couldn't afford less customers. Yes, it was a sad state the world was in.
***************************************************************** Done! This was an extra long chappie to introduce the last three OCs and just to get the story and plot rolling a bit. I wanted to do something Christmas related but it just didn't fit well. I might not update for a while because of Christmas and my birthday (December 21!). Note that after this, I probably won't be updating every week but I'll do my best and my quickest to update. Please review, I really want reviews. LOL,MP3, Have a happy holiday season everybody!
PS: I might do something a bit Christmas-y but that's a surprise! Please review, people!
""-talking ''-thinking #@#@-scene change to whatever group I'm talking about (I'll use this in this chappie because I might jump around a lot.)
***************************************************************** #@#@ The Xavier Institute #@#@
It was a brand new day at the Xavier Institute, dawning pink and beautiful. Dinner with the newest recruits had gone off well, the Professor successfully introducing them without revealing their powers. Charles Xavier woke this morning at 5:30, second only to Logan who had been up since 4:00, gearing the Danger Room for a surprise training session. Xavier fond the coffee Logan had put outside his room for him and began absently reading the Bayville newspaper that had accompanied it (A/N-This is just something nice I decided to let Logan do. He isn't a servant). He folded the paper as he thought over the events of last night. It was very clear that Cassidy liked Anastacia by the way she had rushed to her as soon as the girl had entered the room. The others had seemed shocked but Anastacia just laughed it off. Keyaira and Ryan both seemed like fish out of water, scared and skittish until Anastacia and Nathaniel stepped in. Anastacia had wrapped her spare arm around the younger girl's shoulders, giving her the same reassuring smile as before in his office. After that, Keyaira seemed to open up and join in the conversations. Nathaniel had playfully punched Ryan's shoulder, the younger boy sliding a small bit before bursting out laughing. By the end of the night, he was already good friends with most of the X-boys. Remembering the reaction when Nathaniel had entered the dining room, he chuckled and crumpled the paper slightly. If he was correct in remembering, Amara had dropped her water glass while Rogue had accidentally elbowed Jamie, causing him to multiply into Roberto. The Brazilian was almost about to start swearing in Portuguese but a growl from Logan silenced him. Kitty had simply gaped in silent shock until the older teen had flashed her a smile. After that, she had blushed furiously and avoided meeting his gaze. Mike hit it off well with Ray and Bobby, as Andrew found a kindred soul as he discussed techno-babble with Kurt. The night was comical and lighthearted after Sam had introduced himself as though he was James Bond. Anastacia laughed and proceeded to call him 'Guthrie' the whole night, earning a shy smile whenever she did. Overall, the night had been a success and he was very proud of all of them. A heavy bell rang overhead, denoting the arrival of 6:00. Around the Institute, he could hear the reactions of his students as they rolled out of bed and quickly dressed for the session in their uniforms. He made his way to the control center for the Danger Room, reviewing all the things that could happen in the next day. The doors slid open, revealing Hank, Ororo,and Andrew. Andrew waved nervously before turning to stare out the observing window. He was dressed casually in jeans short, sandals, and plain yellow T-shirt. Ororo and Hank, however, were wearing their uniform, fiddling with controls. Charles smiled at the two before looking out the glass panel himself. He smiled at the sight of his X-Men in their uniforms and all of the New Recruits in their nearly versions. The newest additions had their own uniforms, each revealing a small chunk of their personality. Keyaira looked more confident in her two-piece black catsuit, tapping the toe of her black knee-high boot, conversing with Kitty and Sam in her light southern accent. Mike and Ryan were talking about rock music, Mike rolling up his tie-dyed red and black sleeves. The rest of his uniform was basic black, from the torso of his shirt to his pants and belt, except for a red belt and a red X across his chest. Ryan looked a bit more traditional, having adopted the yellow X shoulder pads and yellow belt to his own black and green ensemble. His tail whipped about near his bulky green boots which gave way to basic black torso and a green diagonal stripe across his chest. He cracked his knuckles, flexing his claws through the fingerless green gloves. Nathaniel stood off to the side of everyone, the golden plates on his high tech body suit glinting in the flourescent lights. A long black leather trench coat cutting the glare mostly, brushing the toes of his black boots. The ornate hilt of a sword jutted out from behinds one shoulder, strapped to his back and across his chest. He absently twirled two .50 caliber desert Eagles in his black gloved hands before forcing them back into the halters at his waist. Anastacia watched him before laughing lightly, forcing him to look up into her hazel eyes. Anastacia flexed her hands, stretching the thin black material. Every muscle and curve she possessed was hugged by the black body suit. A broad white X crossed her chest, wrapping around her waist and the tops of her shoulders. Her arms were also wrapped in gold Xs, the top portion of the X replaced by red instead of black. Anastacia twirled a stray hair from her long braid, smiling at Nathaniel and tapping the toe of her boots. Logan entered the room, all eyes suddenly turned on him. Clearing his throat, he looked at them all expectantly.
"This'll be a simple session, divided into three parts. The first will
be for the new students. You've already met all of them but this will
be a chance to see what they can do in battle. This is your
evaluation, new kids, don't be scared. The next session will be for
the New Recruits. That means Iceman, Cannonball, Berzerker, Sunspot,
Magma, and Multiple. Basic training but up a level from what you're
used to. Third will be for the X-Men at the highest level."
He paused for a second and Xavier's voice came over the intercom.
"If the other students will come to the observation deck while the
newest students train? Thank you all."
The students made their way out and up, the ones left behind looking slightly more nervous than before. The students filed neatly into the control room and Xavier nodded to Ororo. She nudged the skill lever, pushing several buttons before sitting back to watch with the rest of them. Machines burst out of the walls in the room below, one spouting flames, another sporting swinging blades. The recruits tensed, all ready for the attack.
#@#@ Somewhere in Bayville.#@#@
A man stumbled down an alley, knocking over two cans, spilling fresh trash before the dawn rounds. He ran blindly, glancing back breathlessly at the tall thin figure advancing on him. The man ran into a chain link fence separating the alley, turning to pant out a plea to the black and red clad figure.
"Please don't hurt me. I swear, I'll give you anything. Just don't
hurt me."
The figure stepped out of the shadows to reveal a thin teenage girl. Her black chin-length hair with red streaks twitched in the slight breeze. Her left eye was pearly white, displaying no emotion, but the right was dark brown and piercingly angry. She stomped out further into the pale sunlight, her chunky black boots sending up puffs of dirt over her torn blue jeans. Over the jeans, she wore a red and black plaid skirt that went well with the plain black long-sleeved shirt with fishnet sleeves. Black arm socks reached to her elbows and several silver bracelets jangled at her wrists. Small silver hoops glinted at her ears and three silver chains at her neck swayed slightly. Her voice was almost disdainful and minorly wounded.
"Why would I hurt you? I just wanted to help you. You dropped this
back there."
She held out a small brown wallet and the man loosened much more. He snatched it back, trying to regain his pride and almost sneering at her.
"How much did you take out? You stupid mutant. You can't fool me! I
see right through you. Then again, that's not something you can do to
well anyway, right?"
The girl looked down, shock written on her face. She balled her fists and looked the man in the eye again. He flinched as she hissed icily.
"Then you better run before I use my scary mutant powers on you. Go
on, run. Like the little rat you are."
The man took off past her, scurrying down the alley much like a rodent would. She looked down at the black asphalt, scuffing the toe of her left boot.
"My name is Kara Brook," she whispered to the alley, "they call me
Voodoo for a reason. I just wish I could cut the strings."
Kara turned and exited the alley, stepping out into brighter sunlight. She continued her plod down the sidewalk as though nothing had happened.
#@#@ The Brotherhood Boarding House #@#@
A pair of robins chirped happily outside until they were hit by a blast of water from Jason's outstretched palm. He rolled out of bed, the huge white T-shirt and baggy navy pants he used as pajamas very rumpled. Trudging down the stairs, he was most shocked to see Seyla, Denise, and Anne, all clad in their pajamas piled onto the couch and watching a TV movie. Jason cocked his head in confusion, unknowingly staring at Seyla in her less than modest cut-off white tank top and navy basketball shorts.
"Aren't you girls up a bit early? You do know that when Blob wakes up,
he'll take over the couch."
Seyla smirked, crossing her arms and tilting her head in response.
"We can deal with him. Right, Freddy?"
As if on cue, Fred backed through the swinging door from the kitchen with a tray of cereal bowls. He passed three to the girls on the couch before settling into an armchair himself. Anne smiled sweetly at him, her voice light but sugary.
"Thanks Fred! You're so sweet."
Jason could only help but scoff as Fred nodded modestly. He took a seat on the moldy carpet beneath one of the arms of the couch. The four sat in near silence, transfixed to the cheesy movie, the only sounds the crunch of Cheerios from the cereal bowl and the movie itself. Half an hour later, Wanda shuffled down the stairs, fully dressed and throwing hexes behind her at Todd. She glowered at the group currently occupying the main room, still half asleep. In an almost chivalrous act, Fred stood from the armchair and found another seat so that Wanda could have it. Wanda's face flashed in confusion before returning to the same sour glare as she crossed the room and fell into the chair. Stretching her legs over the arm, She drew a book out from under the chair, flipped to a page in the middle and became engrossed in it. Todd finish hopping down the stairs, rubbing his head and mussing his mouse brown hair.
"Goodness, Cuddlebumps, you sure do know how to wake a guy up in the
morning."
Wanda snorted, slipping a page in her book and not looking up.
"That's what you're supposed to do with a ball of slime, Todd. Throw
it out."
Todd smiled dreamily, ready to respond sweetly when a cutting voice broke in.
"Then you need to work on your aim. Because I could swear you just
threw him further back into the house."
Todd was shocked out of his small dream state, snapping up his head at the open window of the living room behind the couch. The girls on the couch turned around, highly curious, and were shocked to see a lean 17 year old a wicked smile on his slightly tanned face. His blue eyes glinted mischievously as Wanda turned to look him in the eyes, she herself shocked that someone had questioned her. She gained an ounce of her composure and asked him incredulously,
"I'd like to see you do better. Who are you anyway?"
The teen's smile spread wider as he swung his legs over the windowsill and his black boots thumped against the carpet.
"It's like some group therapy session in here. Say it with me now. My
name's Havok."
The girls on the couch smiled broadly and responded in unison.
"Hi, Havok."
Havok smiled, letting out a small laugh before continuing.
"I'm a mutant."
The three girls reponded in the same unison.
"That's OK, Havok."
Denise giggled lightly as Wanda shook her head, trying not to do the same.
"That's your name? Havok? Don't you have a real name?"
The teen shook his head, still smiling, making it aware to Wanda his almost military buzz cut.
"Well, I'm working on a nickname. Possibly Mike, or even Justin. I'm
kinda leaning towards Mike. Wait! Maybe Kevin."
He glanced up at the ceiling as he recited, seizing upon each name like a treasure. Seyla was laughing lightly and even Fred was smiling as the boy continued.
"How about Doug? Hmm. Nah, something else. Larry. no. Harold. Hunter. Dustin!!! Yep, I'm going with Dustin today!"
The others burst out laughing and even Wanda was smiling. Havok caught her smile and gave her his own secretive smile, his eyes smoldering. Wanda shuddered and returned to her book as Havok resumed his place on the windowsill, watching the movie as if he had always been there.
#@#@ The Xavier Institute (30 minutes later) #@#@
An alarm went off in the control room, jarring the observers out of their slack-jawed silence. Kurt was the first to react, letting out a low whistle. Amara had her head cocked to side in utter confusion as she stared at Andrew. He was fiddling with the dials and buttons still, unaware of the attention. Down in the Danger Room, the newest recruits were feeling the effect of their first session as a team. The disappointment was clear on Ryan's face as he offered Keyaira a hand to help her to her feet. She took it with a sour grunt and once she was stable, she shook it off quickly. She rubbed at the small of her back, moving away from Ryan, hissing like a cat over her left shoulder. Her voice was vicious and painfully sarcastic.
"Real nice, Lynx. Aren't you supposed to see a huge metal pole when
you're looking right behind me???"
Ryan seemed shocked but recovered quickly, in the same sarcastic tone.
"This from the girl with cat-like reflexes. Couldn't you hear it
swinging, Key? Everybody else did."
Keyaira glared murder at him, looking as if she would rip off his tail if given the choice. Mike's voice cut through her death stare, floating over from where he had blended himself into one of the movable walls.
"Come on, people. We all make mistakes. Well, not me, because I'm
perfect. But you all knew that."
Keyaira looked in his direction, her anger fading quickly as she began laughing lightly. Even Ryan had to giggle, sending an apologetic look at the girl, although she did not notice it. Anastacia smiled at Mike and took his bare right hand in her gloved one, her left outstretched and splayed against the wall. She concentrated, her eyes growing more intense as the wall buckled slightly. Mike would have fallen farther forward if not for the elder girl's grip as she dragged him out of the puckered hole. Mike gained stability, glancing hurriedly from Anastacia to the hole.
"Whoa. You've definitely got some power behind you. Thanks for the
quick save. Hopefully, it won't be needed again."
She returned warmly with a smile. Nathaniel bent and quickly scooped up his Desert Eagles from where a simulation had thrown them. The bottom near where the cartridges loaded was chipped on one, making the large teen swear under his breath. He glanced up at the tall blonde, remembering vividly when a nudge from a swinging blade had sent a stray bullet hurtling towards the girl's shoulder. Only by coincidence had she moved out of they way in time, dodging one of the same blades. She locked eyes with him, smiling warmly again, her small accent attempting to be reassuring.
"Don't worry about it, Calina. I've dodged worse accidents before and you did really good anyway."
Nathaniel smiled at the use of his middle name, recalling her's quickly and responding in the same tone.
"Nothing doing Selena. You weren't so bad yourself, You sure you've
never done this before?"
She shook her head, the smile growing wider. Ryan rubbed one his ears, looking thoughtful.
"So what are we going to call ourselves? As a group, I mean. We are
going to be fighting as a group and we should have a proper name."
Mike cocked his head to one side, before snapping his fingers.
"I got it! The Fabulous Five!"
Keyaira snorted.
"We're not a group of gay men, we're X-Men! Besides, there are six of
us. You're forgetting Andrew."
Mike looked humble until Ryan snapped his fingers in a similar.
"I've got it. We'll be the Court. Because we have a king and a queen."
Ryan gestured to Nathaniel and Anastacia before continuing.
". a prince and a princess."
He gestured to himself and Keyaira, a smile spreading across his face.
".an Ace."
Gesturing up at the control room, the smile grew wider and Andrew responded by sending off a small siren for a second before ceasing it.
".and a fool."
He pointed at Mike as the slightly shorter boy let out a huff of indignation. Keyaira began giggling helplessly as Logan appeared and motioned for the five to leave. As they walked out, Logan could hear Mike feebly trying to reason for his newest nickname.
"But why me? Why do I have to be the fool? Can I trade? Come on,
somebody let me trade!"
Logan cold only help but chuckle.
#@#@ A Random Café in Bayville #@#@
The café was nearly empty except for a middle-aged waitress, a pot-bellied manager, and tanned teenage boy trying to ignore the former two. The waitress hesitantly walked over and placed a cup of black coffee in front of the boy before she skittered away nervously. The boy looked up in the direction the woman had exited from, his eyes flashing slightly. The waitress caught this sight and let out a tiny shriek. Through his right eyes ran an old scar, the eye itself light blue contrasting with his red left eye. He grimaced, taking a sip of his coffee as the portly manager waddled over. He stuttered as he spoke, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Hey, buddy. I'm sorry but I'll need you to pay and vacate my
establishment."
The teen let out a wry chuckle and glanced up at the man.
"Let me guess. 'We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone'.
Yeah, I'll leave."
The manager wrung his hands as the teen slurped half the cup before placing some money on the table and sliding out of the booth. The manager looked him up and down as he walked out, amazed at the baggy black clothes which gave away none of his form. He shook his head, muttering under his breath about the sad state the world was in. It wasn't that he was against mutants, his customers were though and he couldn't afford less customers. Yes, it was a sad state the world was in.
***************************************************************** Done! This was an extra long chappie to introduce the last three OCs and just to get the story and plot rolling a bit. I wanted to do something Christmas related but it just didn't fit well. I might not update for a while because of Christmas and my birthday (December 21!). Note that after this, I probably won't be updating every week but I'll do my best and my quickest to update. Please review, I really want reviews. LOL,MP3, Have a happy holiday season everybody!
PS: I might do something a bit Christmas-y but that's a surprise! Please review, people!