Hi, this is LolitaRed again! Sorry, but I could not help but post this chapter (I can hear the Sue Slayers sharping their knives already). Anyway, the chapter is short and the OC doesn't appear at all so I thought I'd post it. I would like to thank all those people who did reviewed my fanfic. It is your support that keeps me writing, so thank you so much for taking the time and effort to review. It really does make a difference.
Well, here is the second chapter, I hope you guys like it. See disclaimers in the beginning of chapter one, if you want to sue me for something. If not, enjoy the story.
After the Fall: Chapter Two, "News Break".
Rated: PG-13, for the use of the word 'bitches' and 'hoes'.
The late afternoon sun shone over the hills and grounds of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. It beamed across the sleek green lawns, over the large angel water fountain, to the vast buildings of the mansion. There it radiated into the bay window of the small, open kitchen.
Scott Summers and Jean Grey sat at the tiny white table, watching the latest MTV music videos. The setting sun painted the walls of the kitchen gold and orange.
Scott stared at the miniature TV that was bolted high on the wall. And though no one could tell from behind his dark lenses, he was occasionally watching Jean out of the corner of his eyes. Jean watched the big bootie girls and the do-rag wearing rap stars sing about their dirty hoes and bitches. In between the two on the table were some left over sausage links from the morning's breakfast.
They had just gotten down to the last link, and were eyeing each other unsurely, wondering if it would be an insult to the other if they ate it. Then Jean pushed the plate over to Scott.
"You take it." she said. Scott pushed the plate back toward her.
"No, you take it." he said, "I ate more than you did."
"But you had to train the new kids today. I'm sure that worked up an appetite." Jean said, shoving the plate back to him, a line of determination forming on her brow.
"Yeah, but you barely ate lunch today, Jean." Scott said, and even behind his glasses you could see his eyebrows frowning.
"Besides," he said, "I'm full." He pushed the plate back to her. She in turn shoved it toward him. Then a shoving match began full of 'No's and 'You take it's'. It ended when three shining claws appeared above them and skewered the sausage.
"Do any of ya mind if I take it?" asked Logan, sliding the link off his claws. He didn't wait for any of them to answer. Instead he swaggered over to the seat by the bay window and flopped down on it. He gnawed on the sausage with his bare hands.
Scott turned to him and said, "You know, Logan, there are such things as plates."
Logan glared at the boy and tore off a large chunk of sausage with his fang-like teeth, then looked over to the TV as the opening notes of the local news theme song filled the room.
A fat bald man in a red suit appeared on the screen and next to him was a snapshot of the tail of a plane, one half submerged in water the other half on fire. Helicopters hovered over the plane and small speedboats filled with scuba divers floated near the wreck.
"This just in. New England news has reported that the #33 SilverBird, crashed into Lake Michigan this afternoon on its flight from Kentucky to Wisconsin. The cause of the crash is still unknown, but the coast guard was reported in saying that both of the plane's engines were severely crushed by some outside force. Rescuers have been searching the crash site for survivors. So far only one person has been rescued and was taken to the Milwaukee Memorial Hospital at 3:30 p.m. No word yet on their condition but the outlook doesn't seem good." he said looking up from his newssheet. "We will report more on this story as it unfolds. I'm John Michaelis, and this has been the New England News Break."
The fat man and the snapshot vanished from the screen and the rappers and girls returned.
"That looked horrible." said Jean, her hand had been covering her mouth during the report. "Who could have survived that?"
"I don't know," said Scott, his jaw clenched, "but that whole 'outside force' thing sounded pretty suspicious. What could have crushed the engines from outside the plane?"
Before they could try to figure it out, two people appeared at the doorway. Professor Xavier wheeled into the kitchen, while Ororo stayed back by the door.
"Jean, Cerebro has detected a new mutant in Milwaukee and I must ask you to come with me and Ororo to meet her." Xavier said turning to the redhead. Scott spoke up first.
"But, Professor, new mutants are sprouting up all the time. Cerebro can hardly keep up with all of them, and the mansion can barely hold the ones here. You told us that we would have to stop taking in new mutants for a while." said Scott, his left eyebrow cocked questioningly.
Xavier looked at him thoughtfully, his hands clasped in his lap.
"That's true, Scott," he said, "but this girl's power is completely out of her control and is developing at an expeditious rate. She could be a danger to herself and others. I have no choice but to invite her to the Institute."
"Who is this girl?" Jean asked, "What kind of powers does she have?"
"I do not know what her powers are." said Professor, "She was on a plane when I was inside her head. I was only able to decipher her name. Her mind had suddenly closed off and I couldn't go any further, which could mean she's unconscious." he said, "Her name is Bethany Bancroft, and she is currently residing in the Milwaukee Memorial hospital." he continued.
"You mean she was the one in that plane crash in Lake Michigan?" Jean asked, her eyes widening.
"I'm afraid so." he said his eyebrows frowning. "We will have to be highly careful with this one. Her mind is already in a fragile state."
"Professor, don't you think you should wait a while before approaching this girl?" asked Scott, staring determinedly at the table. "I mean, surviving a plane crash is hard enough, let alone finding out you're a mutant right after."
"I know, Scott." he said, his eyes darkening. "But I'm afraid that if we don't get to her soon someone else will." he added "Will you come with us Jean?"
The redhead stood up from her seat.
"Of course, I will, Professor." she said.
"Thank you." he said softly, the gratitude shining in his eyes. He then turned to the man sitting by the bay window. "Logan, will you prep the Blackbird?" he asked.
The man named Logan stood up too. "Sure thing, Charles." he said in his deep gravely voice.
Fifteen minutes later the rocks on the cliff north of the mansion shook and fell to the lake below, and the waterfall that ran down the cliff spilt down the middle as a huge black jet burst through the water and flew west into the setting sun.
So how was it? Yes, no, maybe so? Any advice on writing the regulars would be greatly appreciated. So please, if you read it (regardless if you liked it or not) REVIEW!!! Thank you.
Review Response:
To Absolute Omega: Thank you so much. Glad you liked the crash scene, it took a lot of revising to make it work. I hold your opnion pretty high after I read your fic. X23 is one of my favorite characters, even though she was briefly on the show. I love how dark you made your story. Pretty disturbing for a kiddie show. Hope you continue reading (and writing!). ;)
To Sue Slayer: Well, different strokes for different folks. I warned you at the very beginning this was a Mary-Sue. As for your request for me to quote, "Please make it stop right now." I am sorry but I will not. If every writer stopped writing just because someone said they didn't like their story, then there would be no stories anywhere. But hey, as I said before, if you don't like it, don't read. Thanks for reviewing, though. ;)