"Now, Pete, are you sure that's all of them? All 20 of them?"
"Uncle Ben, I counted them a hundred times, yes all 20 of the original Fantastic Four comics." Peter showed his Uncle the comic collection and watched as his uncle counted them...again. Ben nodded with a smile.
"Good" he said still smiling that signature smile. "Those are gonna be worth a lot of money some day..." Peter and his Uncle put the old comics in a box, and put them in the trunk with a lot of other old stuff. "Now, Pete," began Ben Parker again. "You know, even though chances of what happened to the Fantastic Four, you know, getting superpowers by accident, will never happen, but even so, there lives are kind of like the life your living." He said. "Only you cant stretch, or light yourself on fire. But, you are a teenager, and that means a lot of changes..."
"Yeah right," Peter said rolling his eyes. "My life is nothing like the Fantastic Four..."
"Physically no...." Said Peter's Uncle. "But you are going through some drastic changes, just like them-"
"Uncle Ben..." Said Peter getting a little irritable. "Why do you always have to compare something like life to a comic book or a sports game?"
"Peter I-"
"And why do you always have to lecture me even if I didn't do anything bad! STOP PRETENDING TO BE MY FATHER!" Peter yelled. Suddenly the was a loud sound....a deafening sound....a gun shot. Ben Parker's eyes widen as he felt a pain run threw his left rib cage. He put his hand on the unexpected wound, only to find blood.
"Peter..." Ben coughed out. Peter was horrified. What happened? Where did that shot come from? Who the hell would kill him? What was going on? Peter couldn't move. "Wh..w...wh.." Ben was trying to say something. "Wh...why? ..... Why Peter? ... Why???" Ben fell to the ground. Peter stared at his Uncle in complete horror. What did he mean? Why did he ask that. Then something caught the lower corner of Peter's eye. Something was in his hand. He looked down to find a black item in his hands pointing to his dead uncle with smoke slowly coming out of the tip. It was a pistol.
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Peter shouted as he woke up with a cold sweat. "A....a....a dream?" He asked himself. He looked at his hands....the same hand which he thought pulled the trigger killing his Uncle. He then came to realization. "I...I could've stopped it...." He said to himself as he put his hands on his head. That's all Peter could think about for a while. How he might of not killed his Uncle Ben with his own hands....but he was still partly responsible for his death....at least that's what he thinks. Peter's thoughts were interrupted by the another voice in his head.
~Attention, all students. Report to the Rec room and prepare for your morning sessions.~ Peter quickly identified that voice as the professors.
~Who needs an intercom when you could do that~ thought Peter. Peter than wondered when the professor said "students", did that mean him to?
~That does in include you, Peter~ said the professor's voice inside Peter's head. Peter was both excited and scared while thinking about what the professor meant when he said "sessions". It is no doubt that this was the ever famous mutant training sessions that Kurt, Kitty, Rogue, and Bobby told him about so much.
Peter tried to get out of bed, but was stopped by a quick feeling of exhaustion. He then looked at the clock which read 6:07. ~Me? Waking up at six on a Saturday??~ Peter thought to himself. ~This can't be good...~ Peter slowly but surely got out of his bed, stretched out his still- sleeping muscles, put on a pair of jeans, a blue long sleeve shirt, and his shoes and sox. He looked that the clock again. 6:14. He walked out of his room as quickly as he can, which wasn't that quick because he's still tired, and walked down the huge flight of stairs. He then walked into the Rec room in which he and the other 4 mutants spent most of last night eating pizza. When he walked in, he saw about 10 or 11 other kids...some of them he already knew...talking to one another dressed and black and gold uniforms.
Upon Peter's arrival, most of the students fell silent. "Who the hell are you?" asked a guy that Peter didn't recognize. He was pretty tall, maybe 15 or 16 years old, with blonde hair with red spikes. He spoke with a very harsh and rude tone, and where clinching his fists, as if Peter were an intruder or something.
"That's Peter Parker...." Said another guy that Peter once again didn't recognize. This guy was also pretty tall with the same black uniform as the other guy, but he had a gold "X" all across his abdomen and had something going across his eyes. It kind of looked like red sunglasses but with one line going across his eyes. "He's a potential student," he said walking towards Peter offering his hand. "Im Scott," Peter shook his hand. "But while im wearing this, you can call me Cyclops."
"Cyclops?" Asked Peter. The name sounded familiar to him. "Oh, yeah. I remember. Your kind of like the leader, right?"
"Well, something like that," replied Cyclops.
"And all of these guys train here?" asked Peter.
"Yeah, here let me introduce you...."
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"...So why do they call you 'Berserker'?" Peter asked Ray Crisp, the very same guy that after he was properly introduced to everyone in the room by real names, code names, and powers.
"Because the madder he gets," began Roberto da Costa AKA "Sunspot" with a thick Brazilian accent. "The more out control those thunder bolts are, which happened's every five minutes."
"That supposed to mean something, 'Spot?" said Ray once again sounding threatening.
"Christ, Ray." Began a tall dirty-blonde southern kid who was introduce as Sam Guthrie, AKA "Cannonball." "Would ya calm down, it's too early to put up your crap,"
Before Ray could reply, a cloud of smoke appeared out of no where followed by a *Bamf*, scaring Peter half to death. "Guten Morgen," Almost the whole room replied " 'Morning, Kurt," in unison.
Peter was still trying to recover from the shock. "Berzerker" noticed Peter's shock and couldn't help but let out a little laugh. "Damn...." Peter said under his breathe. "Morning Kurt," he said softly. Kurt said good morning and 'ported away. Peter put his hand on his forehead...mostly because he hates the mornings, and Kurt's 'porting makes it so much worse.
"Don't worry," said a familiar southern voice coming from the stairs. Peter looked up to see Rogue strutting down the stairs. She doesn't seem to enjoy the mornings either. She was wearing a black suit, much like the rest of the students, but she had a green chest plate and brown gloves that she was putting on. "You get used it.. .believe me."
Peter smiled. "What? You mean the constant paranoia of a possible blue guy showing up outta no where?" Peter sarcastically said.
"No, the smell." replied Rogue. "Ah'm afraid you ain't gonna get over this 'paranoia' anytime soon." She smiled. Peter was really starting to like Rogue. She's funny. She seems intelligent. She's pretty....no....beautiful. This place is looking better and better...and having pretty ladies around is a definite upside.
"Alright kids, time to go to work" said the "Wolverine" as he entered the room in a similar black and gold suit with short sleeves.
And this must be the downside.
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Peter's jaw dropped as the elevator doors to the so called 'basement' opened. This was definitely the biggest basement Peter has ever seen of his 15 years of existence. If fact...that's exactly what he told Rogue and Kurt. "Ha! You think zhis is big? Wait till you see zhe danger room."
Peter did a double take. "Th..the...the danger room?" asked. Rogue chuckled at his fear. "Why do you call it that?"
Rouge chuckled again. "Your about to find out." All of the students, Peter, and Wolverine finally came up to a huge door. Logan typed in a password into a keyboard on the door and the gigantic doors opened. Peter's jaw dropped as he saw a HUGE room that was completed colored and a shade of silver-blue.....but it was empty.
"Vell?" asked Kurt as if asking Peter what he thought of the room.
"Well....its nice and....big," Peter replied. "I don't consider emptiness a danger..."
Logan laughed immediately after hearing Peter. "Well kid, looks can be deceiving. Cyclops!" said Logan.
"Yeah?"
"Why don't we start things of with a P.A.B. session, huh?" said Logan. "Just to show him what this 'empty' room is made of." Cyclops nodded and began stretching. "Activate P.A.B. training 4!" yelled the Wolverine which made him look like he was talking to no one.
"P.A.B?" Peter asked Kurt and Rogue.
"Point A to point B," Rogue simply replied. Peter got it. Suddenly, the seemingly empty room stared changing. Slopes and steps and bumps and all kinds of terrain appeared from the ground and walls. The silverish-blue coloring also disappeared and was replaced with scenery that looked like some kind of military base. Peter was amazed, to say the least. It looked and felt so real, he almost believed that they were actually there. What really amazed him was the sudden coolness he felt as if he were really outside.
"Ready..." said Wolverine. Cyclops was cracking his knuckles as the rest of the kids were looking excited. Cyclops then got himself in a position as if he were running track. "And.....go!" Cyclops took off running as guns appeared, placing his finger on the side of his visor...
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2 Hours later....
"That was probably the coolest thing I've ever seen," Peter couldn't stop rambling about the danger room. No one could blame him though...
"We know...." replied Rogue getting a little annoyed by Peter's rambling. "Damn, you talk just as much as Kitty," Kitty heard that and gave Rogue a look and her trademark "Whatever".
"So, Peter," began Kurt. "Are you planning to stay zhe whole veekend?" "If Im invited..."
"Of course you are!" said Cyclops from behind. "You can stay as long as you want....especially if your gonna become a student." Peter was completely overwhelmed by everyone's hospitality. These people where a thousand times nicer than the kids he knows. Like he thought before, this place is looking better and better every minute.
"Speaking of which..." began Jean Gray, one of the first students that entered the institute along with Cyclops. She was beautiful. He reminded him of Mary Jane a lot. Her eyes...her voice...her hair. Especially her hair. "Did you make a decision on if your going to stay or not?"
Peter snapped back to reality. "So far, everything is looking great. But there is the fuss of school and moving, not to mention explaining to my Aunt..."
"We can take care of all that," said Jean. "You can go to Bayville High like the rest of us do, and we can get the professor to help you change schools. The only thing stopping you form staying here is you."
Arguing with Jean is like arguing with your PE teacher. If your not physically dismantled, then there's no way your gonna win. Rogue made that perfectly clear to Peter during there talk last night. He remembers Rogue calling her "Little Miss Perfect", though he could clearly see why. "I'm not sure....Can I have a little more time to think?"
Kurt spoke up before Jean or anyone else could answer. "Vell I know vhat can help you think faster," Everyone's attention turned to Kurt. "A double BBQ Bacon Cheese burger at zhe mall! Who's vith me?" Kitty said shell go because she wanted to buy a new pair of shoes anyway and Rogue said she wanted to listen to the Linkin Park Live in Texas CD in Hot Topic. "Are you gonna come, Pete?" Kurt asked.
"Is it "Tommie's Burgers"? Peter asked. Kurt nodded his head. "Im there! Just gimme a second to change..."
***********
When I go to school, there are two things that happen to me everyday. One of them is me being picked on by the football players. They would push me, hit me, and shove me into a locker, and the only thing I could do is tremble in silence. But if i do decide to move into the mansion, I have chance to change...start over on a clean slate. Honestly....how often do people get a second chance?
"Uncle Ben, I counted them a hundred times, yes all 20 of the original Fantastic Four comics." Peter showed his Uncle the comic collection and watched as his uncle counted them...again. Ben nodded with a smile.
"Good" he said still smiling that signature smile. "Those are gonna be worth a lot of money some day..." Peter and his Uncle put the old comics in a box, and put them in the trunk with a lot of other old stuff. "Now, Pete," began Ben Parker again. "You know, even though chances of what happened to the Fantastic Four, you know, getting superpowers by accident, will never happen, but even so, there lives are kind of like the life your living." He said. "Only you cant stretch, or light yourself on fire. But, you are a teenager, and that means a lot of changes..."
"Yeah right," Peter said rolling his eyes. "My life is nothing like the Fantastic Four..."
"Physically no...." Said Peter's Uncle. "But you are going through some drastic changes, just like them-"
"Uncle Ben..." Said Peter getting a little irritable. "Why do you always have to compare something like life to a comic book or a sports game?"
"Peter I-"
"And why do you always have to lecture me even if I didn't do anything bad! STOP PRETENDING TO BE MY FATHER!" Peter yelled. Suddenly the was a loud sound....a deafening sound....a gun shot. Ben Parker's eyes widen as he felt a pain run threw his left rib cage. He put his hand on the unexpected wound, only to find blood.
"Peter..." Ben coughed out. Peter was horrified. What happened? Where did that shot come from? Who the hell would kill him? What was going on? Peter couldn't move. "Wh..w...wh.." Ben was trying to say something. "Wh...why? ..... Why Peter? ... Why???" Ben fell to the ground. Peter stared at his Uncle in complete horror. What did he mean? Why did he ask that. Then something caught the lower corner of Peter's eye. Something was in his hand. He looked down to find a black item in his hands pointing to his dead uncle with smoke slowly coming out of the tip. It was a pistol.
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Peter shouted as he woke up with a cold sweat. "A....a....a dream?" He asked himself. He looked at his hands....the same hand which he thought pulled the trigger killing his Uncle. He then came to realization. "I...I could've stopped it...." He said to himself as he put his hands on his head. That's all Peter could think about for a while. How he might of not killed his Uncle Ben with his own hands....but he was still partly responsible for his death....at least that's what he thinks. Peter's thoughts were interrupted by the another voice in his head.
~Attention, all students. Report to the Rec room and prepare for your morning sessions.~ Peter quickly identified that voice as the professors.
~Who needs an intercom when you could do that~ thought Peter. Peter than wondered when the professor said "students", did that mean him to?
~That does in include you, Peter~ said the professor's voice inside Peter's head. Peter was both excited and scared while thinking about what the professor meant when he said "sessions". It is no doubt that this was the ever famous mutant training sessions that Kurt, Kitty, Rogue, and Bobby told him about so much.
Peter tried to get out of bed, but was stopped by a quick feeling of exhaustion. He then looked at the clock which read 6:07. ~Me? Waking up at six on a Saturday??~ Peter thought to himself. ~This can't be good...~ Peter slowly but surely got out of his bed, stretched out his still- sleeping muscles, put on a pair of jeans, a blue long sleeve shirt, and his shoes and sox. He looked that the clock again. 6:14. He walked out of his room as quickly as he can, which wasn't that quick because he's still tired, and walked down the huge flight of stairs. He then walked into the Rec room in which he and the other 4 mutants spent most of last night eating pizza. When he walked in, he saw about 10 or 11 other kids...some of them he already knew...talking to one another dressed and black and gold uniforms.
Upon Peter's arrival, most of the students fell silent. "Who the hell are you?" asked a guy that Peter didn't recognize. He was pretty tall, maybe 15 or 16 years old, with blonde hair with red spikes. He spoke with a very harsh and rude tone, and where clinching his fists, as if Peter were an intruder or something.
"That's Peter Parker...." Said another guy that Peter once again didn't recognize. This guy was also pretty tall with the same black uniform as the other guy, but he had a gold "X" all across his abdomen and had something going across his eyes. It kind of looked like red sunglasses but with one line going across his eyes. "He's a potential student," he said walking towards Peter offering his hand. "Im Scott," Peter shook his hand. "But while im wearing this, you can call me Cyclops."
"Cyclops?" Asked Peter. The name sounded familiar to him. "Oh, yeah. I remember. Your kind of like the leader, right?"
"Well, something like that," replied Cyclops.
"And all of these guys train here?" asked Peter.
"Yeah, here let me introduce you...."
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"...So why do they call you 'Berserker'?" Peter asked Ray Crisp, the very same guy that after he was properly introduced to everyone in the room by real names, code names, and powers.
"Because the madder he gets," began Roberto da Costa AKA "Sunspot" with a thick Brazilian accent. "The more out control those thunder bolts are, which happened's every five minutes."
"That supposed to mean something, 'Spot?" said Ray once again sounding threatening.
"Christ, Ray." Began a tall dirty-blonde southern kid who was introduce as Sam Guthrie, AKA "Cannonball." "Would ya calm down, it's too early to put up your crap,"
Before Ray could reply, a cloud of smoke appeared out of no where followed by a *Bamf*, scaring Peter half to death. "Guten Morgen," Almost the whole room replied " 'Morning, Kurt," in unison.
Peter was still trying to recover from the shock. "Berzerker" noticed Peter's shock and couldn't help but let out a little laugh. "Damn...." Peter said under his breathe. "Morning Kurt," he said softly. Kurt said good morning and 'ported away. Peter put his hand on his forehead...mostly because he hates the mornings, and Kurt's 'porting makes it so much worse.
"Don't worry," said a familiar southern voice coming from the stairs. Peter looked up to see Rogue strutting down the stairs. She doesn't seem to enjoy the mornings either. She was wearing a black suit, much like the rest of the students, but she had a green chest plate and brown gloves that she was putting on. "You get used it.. .believe me."
Peter smiled. "What? You mean the constant paranoia of a possible blue guy showing up outta no where?" Peter sarcastically said.
"No, the smell." replied Rogue. "Ah'm afraid you ain't gonna get over this 'paranoia' anytime soon." She smiled. Peter was really starting to like Rogue. She's funny. She seems intelligent. She's pretty....no....beautiful. This place is looking better and better...and having pretty ladies around is a definite upside.
"Alright kids, time to go to work" said the "Wolverine" as he entered the room in a similar black and gold suit with short sleeves.
And this must be the downside.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Peter's jaw dropped as the elevator doors to the so called 'basement' opened. This was definitely the biggest basement Peter has ever seen of his 15 years of existence. If fact...that's exactly what he told Rogue and Kurt. "Ha! You think zhis is big? Wait till you see zhe danger room."
Peter did a double take. "Th..the...the danger room?" asked. Rogue chuckled at his fear. "Why do you call it that?"
Rouge chuckled again. "Your about to find out." All of the students, Peter, and Wolverine finally came up to a huge door. Logan typed in a password into a keyboard on the door and the gigantic doors opened. Peter's jaw dropped as he saw a HUGE room that was completed colored and a shade of silver-blue.....but it was empty.
"Vell?" asked Kurt as if asking Peter what he thought of the room.
"Well....its nice and....big," Peter replied. "I don't consider emptiness a danger..."
Logan laughed immediately after hearing Peter. "Well kid, looks can be deceiving. Cyclops!" said Logan.
"Yeah?"
"Why don't we start things of with a P.A.B. session, huh?" said Logan. "Just to show him what this 'empty' room is made of." Cyclops nodded and began stretching. "Activate P.A.B. training 4!" yelled the Wolverine which made him look like he was talking to no one.
"P.A.B?" Peter asked Kurt and Rogue.
"Point A to point B," Rogue simply replied. Peter got it. Suddenly, the seemingly empty room stared changing. Slopes and steps and bumps and all kinds of terrain appeared from the ground and walls. The silverish-blue coloring also disappeared and was replaced with scenery that looked like some kind of military base. Peter was amazed, to say the least. It looked and felt so real, he almost believed that they were actually there. What really amazed him was the sudden coolness he felt as if he were really outside.
"Ready..." said Wolverine. Cyclops was cracking his knuckles as the rest of the kids were looking excited. Cyclops then got himself in a position as if he were running track. "And.....go!" Cyclops took off running as guns appeared, placing his finger on the side of his visor...
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2 Hours later....
"That was probably the coolest thing I've ever seen," Peter couldn't stop rambling about the danger room. No one could blame him though...
"We know...." replied Rogue getting a little annoyed by Peter's rambling. "Damn, you talk just as much as Kitty," Kitty heard that and gave Rogue a look and her trademark "Whatever".
"So, Peter," began Kurt. "Are you planning to stay zhe whole veekend?" "If Im invited..."
"Of course you are!" said Cyclops from behind. "You can stay as long as you want....especially if your gonna become a student." Peter was completely overwhelmed by everyone's hospitality. These people where a thousand times nicer than the kids he knows. Like he thought before, this place is looking better and better every minute.
"Speaking of which..." began Jean Gray, one of the first students that entered the institute along with Cyclops. She was beautiful. He reminded him of Mary Jane a lot. Her eyes...her voice...her hair. Especially her hair. "Did you make a decision on if your going to stay or not?"
Peter snapped back to reality. "So far, everything is looking great. But there is the fuss of school and moving, not to mention explaining to my Aunt..."
"We can take care of all that," said Jean. "You can go to Bayville High like the rest of us do, and we can get the professor to help you change schools. The only thing stopping you form staying here is you."
Arguing with Jean is like arguing with your PE teacher. If your not physically dismantled, then there's no way your gonna win. Rogue made that perfectly clear to Peter during there talk last night. He remembers Rogue calling her "Little Miss Perfect", though he could clearly see why. "I'm not sure....Can I have a little more time to think?"
Kurt spoke up before Jean or anyone else could answer. "Vell I know vhat can help you think faster," Everyone's attention turned to Kurt. "A double BBQ Bacon Cheese burger at zhe mall! Who's vith me?" Kitty said shell go because she wanted to buy a new pair of shoes anyway and Rogue said she wanted to listen to the Linkin Park Live in Texas CD in Hot Topic. "Are you gonna come, Pete?" Kurt asked.
"Is it "Tommie's Burgers"? Peter asked. Kurt nodded his head. "Im there! Just gimme a second to change..."
***********
When I go to school, there are two things that happen to me everyday. One of them is me being picked on by the football players. They would push me, hit me, and shove me into a locker, and the only thing I could do is tremble in silence. But if i do decide to move into the mansion, I have chance to change...start over on a clean slate. Honestly....how often do people get a second chance?
