Thank you Scarletroseblade for the review, that's good advice! Thanks for pointing it out. This is some other kid dude, not Piotr. :) I hope you stick with the story.

A slightly shorter chapter. I would really appreciate if someone could give me tips on how to make the story more descriptive, or more emotionally provoking, because I find I have difficulty with that :( Please do review!

Chapter Two

Max stared out into the rain. It was falling so heavily he could hardly see anything that was outside. He played with his fingers nervously as he stared straight ahead. Paige came over to him, as her and Warren tried to usher the kids back into the mansion, and tear away their curious eyes.

"I'm sorry," Max said in a whisper as Paige came to stand beside him. "I didn't mean to – I didn't know that… I mean I thought he would –" Paige cut him short and knelt by him, holding on to his hand that was wet with sweat and guilt.

"Honey, no, it wasn't your fault, you understand? This is not your fault." She stared firmly into his eyes to imprint the message, and when he finally turned to look back at her, she lifted him up and carried him in her arms back into the house. "It's wasn't you, dear," she said, stroking the boy's back.

Outside, the rain continued to beat hardly onto Ororo and Scott as they ran out towards Pete. He lay on the wet grass, shivering slightly, trying to tug at slick blades of grass between his fingers. As Ororo neared him she saw that his eyes were clenched tightly and his breathing was erratic. The hard falling rain was leaving him with stains of mud as the drops drove their way angrily into the ground. She quickly fell to her knees beside the boy and placed her hand on him, trying to calm him, but the boy only writhed more under her touch. She pulled away to stop from doing any more harm.

"What the hell happened?" Scott panted out as he reached Ororo. He sank to the ground on the other side of Pete, watching with worry as the boy tried to pull himself deeper into the grass. He saw that Ororo had the same look of confusion and fear in an expression he was sure he mirrored.

"I revived him, but the moment I did he panicked and started going into some sort of shock," she said, running her fingers through her hair to pull it away from her face, confronted with a situation she wasn't sure how to solve -- something rare, and foreboding in its occurrence, for her. Scott reached out to try and pick up the boy, but Pete's body began to spasm at his grip just when Ororo shouted for him not to try and touch him. He quickly let go of Pete but his body continued to tremor as his eyes, now half opened, showed his pupils constantly shifting to reveal the whites of his eyes.

"Nn… n… no…" Pete began to stutter in his semi-conscious state, but as soon as he did, his body gripped with a sudden jerk before he became deathly still.

"What's happening!" Scott demanded frantically as he reached over to the boy again, shaking his shoulders, trying to arouse him. He held onto Pete's neck with his fingers to check his pulse. "His pulse is thready… I think we're losing him again." He looked desperately from the boy's paling face to Ororo, who reached down to pry open Pete's eyelid. "His pupils are dilating," she said as she immediately straddled Pete again in another attempt to save his life.

She covered his mouth with her own and began to exhale breaths into Pete's lungs to refill him with oxygen. She had no time to ask Scott to run away and protect himself as she tried to shock Pete's heart into beating again, so she mustered all her energy to gather the wind under the both of them, causing her to rise up into the air with Pete floating underneath her. She raised both fingers to his chest and fired two bolts of high electricity lightning, as she had done before. His body jerked away from hers, but otherwise, nothing happened. Scott looked in concern at the couple rising just two feet off the ground in front of him, exchanging worried glances with Ororo. Hastily he gave a mental call to the professor.

'Sir, we have a situation out by the poolside,' he called out desperately. Ororo tried again to revive Pete, using her powers to force wind into his lungs this time before she placed her hands over his heart and shocked him again, as a visible arc of lightning stemmed up from his chest. Pete and Ororo were sent crashing to the ground, and just as Ororo was about to pick herself up and try again, Pete's eyes shot open while he breathed in a heavy gasp of air. But just as Pete regained consciousness, Scott, who was looking on intently, suddenly reeled backward from his kneeling position as if he had been struck and fell onto the ground unconscious.

"Scott!" Ororo screamed, getting up to reach for Scott. But suddenly she felt a pain, like a ravaging heat, coming upon her mind, a blanket of white at the edge of her thoughts that began spreading through her head. Pete was stirring and beginning to convulse again as her outstretched hand fell, and she collapsed into the grass.

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Kurt jerked up from the sofa with a start, staring intently ahead of him as the professor spoke into his head. "Ja," he said, as he simultaneously disappeared from the room. He landed at the edge of the pool, quickly turning around to try and find the source of trouble before he disappeared again and reappeared in the middle of the field, looking over the three inanimate bodies of Scott, Ororo, and a student, all frighteningly motionless. He reappeared in front of Logan and Bishop almost as immediately as he had left the room, shouting for them to get to the field. Logan and Bishop looked at each other quizzically, but ran out of the door at once, sensing the urgency and importance in Kurt's voice.

The field was not too far away and as they neared, running headlong through the battering storm, Logan noticed two figures lying on the ground, and Kurt was already pulling up a boy in his arms, preparing to teleport him to the med-lab. He would not have enough strength to make two more trips back or carry all three figures along with him, so Logan ran faster towards him to assist him.

"Help Storm and Cyclops!" Kurt shouted to the other two X men following from the cabin house, just before he teleported away in a cloud of dark magenta. As the two came closer, Logan saw a white colouration on the ground which was Ororo's hair weaving between the grass. He rushed to pull her up into her arms. Bishop did the same thing for Scott before they broke off in a run along the perimeter of the school grounds, the fastest route to the med-lab. The rain continued to pelt mercilessly upon them, searing them as it fell, like there was sin mixed into the water. What in the world had happened? Logan thought.

They reached the outdoor entrance nearest to the med-lab shortly, and Logan slammed into the door with his side, careful to shield Ororo, and sped through the door and down the corridors of the mansion, making his way to the med-lab with Bishop, holding Scott, closely on his tail. He looked down into his arms. Ororo was completely still and a dead weight in his handhold, and her colour worried him as it began to take on the pallor of death.

"Logan, I don't think Scott's doing too well here," Bishop shouted from behind him.

"Just keep running, Lucas," he said between pants. Finally they reached the med-lab and he pressed into the swing doors, and he swiftly made his way past Hank and the professor who were already in the room, working to hook Pete up to medical units as Kurt busied himself laying out tables for Scott and Ororo. Logan came up alongside him and deftly laid Ororo down on one side of Pete, as Bishop put Scott down on the other side of him. The two then backed away slowly – they were wary, and wrought with a premonition of disaster.

"Kurt, do you know what transpired?" Hank asked, as he hooked up EKG monitors to Storm and Scott. The professor wheeled over to Kurt to see what he could gather of the events as well.

"No, I don't know anything of what occured, when I came to the field I found them lying unconscious. I had been talking with Storm only a while earlier." Kurt said, his brow furrowed and etched with worry as he looked towards his team leader, lying prone on the observation table, her long sleeved shirt lying open decently where the monitors had been placed.

"Wolverine help me put these on him," Hank ordered, as Logan made his way over to where Scott lay in his swim shorts, and began to clumsily place the monitors symmetrically opposite where Hank was placing them. Just as they placed the monitors on him however, the EKG reader soon gave out a loud callous monotone. Hank's head jerked up towards the monitor.

"Cardiac arrest!" He shouted. Immediately Ororo's machine started to give off the same remorseless tone. "What the hell is going on!" Logan shouted, as he whipped around and ran to Ororo's side, gripping her and looking to Hank for saving grace.

"CPR!" Hank yelled in reply, as he began breath cycles on Scott, while Logan followed suit on Ororo. Charles Xavier sat in his chair helplessly, watching the flurry of motion unfold in chaos, as what had been a peaceful afternoon was now marring with disarray. Suddenly he saw his young student rousing in front of him, starting to murmur softly and shift on the table. He wheeled determinedly to the boy's side, keeping away from the others on either side of him, and held his hands firmly to the boy's head. He entered his mind deftly, but was thrown backwards mentally with his initial outreach by a force like the blowback of a gun. Persevering onward through what was nothing but blinding whiteness in the boy's mind, he continued, searching for the boy's own psyche within his mind. This whiteness was unnatural, pure and jarring, but yet it felt dark and poisoned as it fought to pervade his own mind. He raised as many mental shields as he could and felt them about to give way under a sickening grasp, but then he found the boy, cowering in the emptiness with no where to hide; there were no corners, and the whiteness beat down on him mockingly. Quickly Charles grabbed hold of him, and pulled his psyche to the surface. The whiteness immediately retreated, and fled away as Charles opened his eyes to see the boy opening his.

All of a sudden the room became silent as the long monotone that rang throughout the room abruptly stopped. Then in it's place came the soft, constant beep of both EKG machines when suddenly Scott jerked up from the table, and Ororo's eyes fluttered open. They both panted heavily, gasping for air.

The other members of the room had dropped their hands and stood silently, cautious to move, before Logan spoke up. "What. The. Hell. Happened."