A Phoenix Born from Ashes.
A/N This is my second fanfic, but my first from X-men Evolution. Please r&r FLAMES ARE WELCOME as well as comments about anything that could be fixed. I do not own anything from X-men but I am sticking as close to the original comic story line as I can (without actually reading it) so hope you enjoy
Born from the Ashes
Jean Grey Stood on the curb in front of her house waiting for her friend. She had just experienced a massive headache and was holding her head in her hands when she was jolted back to reality by a voice.
"Jean! Happy Birthday! And you look SO nice today!"
"Hey Anne! And thanks!" The red haired girl waved at her friend. The two had talked about this trip for weeks. Today was Jean's thirteenth birthday, so the two were officially allowed to go to the mall together under the supervision of the now teenage girl. Jean had taken extra care with her appearance today; spending a grand total of two hours in front of her full body mirror, most of the time spent changing her outfit. Her long mid back length hair extended only to her shoulders today, given that she had pulled it back into a high ponytail. Her face was fresh and covered in a thin layer of newly bought makeup. She wore a light violet shirt and snug blue jeans ending with high heeled sandals on her feet.
"Alright! Lets go!" Shouted Anne in anticipation. The two girls, hand in hand, skipped joyfully towards their adventure at the mall.
(The Xavier Institute for the Gifted)
Scott took a deep breath, relaxing all his nerves and senses just as he was instructed to. He felt every breeze in the air, every vibration on the ground. He could feel his heart beating fast under his white karate uniform. A sudden sound beside him awakened his mind and he instantly took advantage of this by swinging his leg in a round house kick.
Very good Scott. You merely missed it by a few inches. Try closing your mind of all thoughts and focus on only the target this voice came not from the intercom above him, but was spoken directly into his head.
A brief nod came in response to these silent instructions before he put his head down and concentrated. Although his eyes were wrapped with bandages, the twelve year old closed had found that his other senses were growing everyday. Professor Xavier, or Professor X, as Scott came to call him, had found him sleeping on a deserted street a few weeks ago, dressed in rags and blindfolded with pieces of dirty cloth. He had been living off of garbage and sleeping under anything he could since he had awaken from his coma, destroying half of a building in the process.
(Flashback)
Scott opened his eyes. Screams could be heard and he could feel gigantic fragments of debris falling over him. His vision was blurred by a shade of red and for a sickening moment, he thought he had died. Horrified, he slammed his eyes shut and tried to stand up. Calling for help, he had attempted to start moving blindly over the crumbling world around him. As sudden as the noise been deafeningly loud, it was silent. The air around him had a sick aura of death, and all he could breathe for a while was dust. At last he staggered away and ran, clinging to walls for support. He could hear the sounds of traffic and civilization so he knew he was outside. Now, the only thing left to do was survive, going by the only memory he possessed. His name, Scott.
(End Flashback)
Scott had found refuge in Professor Xavier's arms, as he had found sanctuary in his new home. It had been just a few days ago that the Professor had explained everything to him. He was a mutant, a human born with an intricate and hardly detectable gene, this part of the biological structure gave mutants a power, different for every individual. It seemed that his body took energy from the sun and converted it into concentrated energy in his eyes, thus, when exposed to oxygen, converted in a combustible beam of raw power. Although Professor Xavier was currently searching for a means to retain the power, while still enabling him to see, Scott was forced to continue wearing his blindfolds to prevent his destructive power from being unleashed. For now, he would have to compensate for being blind.
The robot took a step closer, pulling it's mechanical arm back to punch the preteen. Taking perfect precision and calculating the velocity and momentum in its thrust, it swung. Scott merely smiled. Grabbing the arm in mid swing, he stole the energy put into the thrust and used it for his own use as he swung and kicked the robot.
Very good Scott. That will do for today. came that voice in his head once again.
"Thank you Professor"
(At the mall)
"Jean! Look at this adorable blouse!" cried Anne. The two were combing through Jacob Juniors, raking through every shelf and display, peeling out every article of clothing they desired. But Jean wasn't listening. "Jean? Are you ok?"
"Yea…" She replied. But it was a lie. She was having another headache. They seemed to happen a lot these days. She would feel fine one minute and suddenly develop splitting headaches that caused her to lose all sense to her surroundings. This one had been the worst one yet, as if it were a warning that something terrible was about to happen. The redhead clutched her head, as if attempting to hold her head together incase it would explode. Anne ran over to her friend, holding her steady and giving her a worried look.
"Maybe we should head home…" She stated "We've been gone for a few hours already, maybe you're just tired"
"Yea…I'm sorry Anne…"
"Nah. Jean, this was the best shopping trip I've ever had. I'm just glad that you're ok." The two started to walk towards the exit. Jean's head was at last being soothed and pretty soon the headache had dissipated, as if it had never occurred. Anne held the door open for her and together they started crossing the street back to Jeans house. The blaring of a police siren could be heard and cars were parting as a black SUV came pummeling down the street, a police car chasing it right at hits heels. The two girls stood, frozen in terror as the two vehicles came careening towards them. Anne's body regained motion first and with a burst of energy, pushed Jean, coaxing her to start moving. Her reluctant feet started and together they started getting out of the way. With only a meter to spare, Jean jumped sideways, missing the SUV. The Police car however, had slammed on its brakes and came to a halt. People were screaming and a crowd was starting to gather around the scene.
"Hey Anne." Jean signed in relief "That was a close one wasn't it?" But there was no answer. "Anne?" Her voice was still quivering between her pants and she turned around to smile at her friend. What met her eyes made her scream. The face of her friend was hidden under a mat of bloody brown hair. The body itself was lying sprawled at an engrossing angle that didn't seem humanly possible. "Anne…" Jean whispered coaxingly, trying not to think of the worst as she tried to help her friend up. Suddenly, a hand held her shoulder. She jerked a little in surprise, but kept her eyes on her friend, not believing the worst. The voice that spoke next was that of a man.
"I've called an ambulance. It would be best if you didn't touch her." The voice was gentle and calm, but she didn't need reassuring.
"There's no need for that…"Her eyes were starting to well up in tears "Anne's ok. She just needs to get some rest. That's all…" Her voice was faltering already as reality sunk in. Her head was clouded in thought and she couldn't think. Thick salty tears were now spilling down her cheeks and onto her hand, still stroking the motionless girls hair. But then, as if a loud speaker had been placed beside her ear, her world exploded in sound.
(The Xavier Institute, Subbasment)
Scott took a deep sigh. Hot water was raining down over his head and steam billowed around him. He had been in the shower for almost 45 minutes and had no intention of leaving. His eyes were shut tightly for he had to remove his blindfold before stepping into the shower. The pellets of water hit him in such a manor that it soothed his aching muscles. Although he didn't remember much about his past, Scott knew in his heart that he had been athletic. He had a great interest in soccer and always made the professor read him the scores in the sports sections in the paper. Also, he kept tabs on the play by plays in games as he listened to his portable radio, which had been a welcoming present from the Professor. In fact, his radio was on at that moment, although it was not sports that he was listening to, but the news.
"THIS REPORT JUST CAME IN THAT A 12 YEAR OLD GIRL, ANNE MORTING, WAS KILLED IN A HIT AND RUN SITUATION AS A THEIF WAS BEING CHASED BY A POLICE CAR. WITNESSES DESCRIBE THIS TRAGEDY TO…"But the remainder of the story was interrupted by a voice in his head.
Scott. Please report immediately to the briefing room. Scott responded instantly to this command. Shutting off the shower, he pulled a fluffy towel from the towel hanger and dried himself off hurriedly. He pulled on a pair of sweats and fastened a new set of bandages over his eyes while still rubbing his hair dry. Quickly, he rushed from the shower room to the briefing room on the far side of the hallway. Although he was blind, his navigation of the subbasement was growing increasingly well and he found he was not lost as easily. As well, Professor X had planted an image of the whole building in his mind, so he always felt as if a hand was gently guiding him to his destination.
"You called, Professor?"
"Yes Scott. I trust you had a good shower?"
"Yes Professor" He had long before given up on asking how the professor knew what he had done previously.
"I was just on Cerebro, and I think I have just found a new mutant. She is located in New Orleans and her mutation has just awakened in a mass of immense power."
"Like mine?"
"No Scott. I have a feeling that it is more like mine then yours"
Scott cocked his head in confusion. "So she's a telepath?"
"I believe so Scott. Now I will be heading there with Storm. It seems that this mutant will need more then the help a doctor can give. And I want to know if you will be alright here by yourself."
"Of course Professor." Came the reply.
"Alright thank you. I leave the mansion in your care until I return then Scott"
"Yes sir"
A/N Well that's it for the first chapter. Hope you liked it. The next one will be longer and I will include review responses to those with questions. See ya next time.