And here it is chapter 3. i was dedicated to posting this soon. But my chemistry regents seemed to be determined to distract me. Damn those tests. Not to mention the fanfiction writer's worst nightmare: Internet problems! both the internet and the phone weren't working. i had to go 3 weeks without internet or phone!
I did have an idea as to where i wanted to take this story but a dream gave me an idea that i have to include, so the story is a little blurry as to where its gonna go and eventually end. But don't worry its stilll coming along.
Anyways thanks for checking out my story. I can't believe how many hits i'm getting(and how few reviews) Mucho thanks to those who do review. It's people like you that make me stay up really late to write this. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own X men evolution, full metal alchemist, or barney (ugh i hate barney). I just want to take him and his stupid face and take a flame thrower and alot of gasoline and a couple swords and hammers and... did i let that out?
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Chapter 3: What I Do
Still breathing hard Ed noticed a hand in front of him and Ed looked up to find the German kid offering to help him up.
"Looks like you were telling the truth." he said.
Being slightly weary he took the hand without thinking. Suddenly the sucking feeling hit Ed; just like a few moments ago and before he knew it, the German kid was on the floor, unconscious. Then as he saw the anger in the group's face he felt something strange, heard a faint poof! and with a smell of sulfur noticed that he was now upside down in a nearby tree. A branch snapped and he fell but just before he hit the ground, he poofed again and found himself landing on top of the guy with claws. Definitely the wrong person to land on. Another poof, and exhausted from the whole ordeal he landed in a strange room. (AuthorsNote: i cant remember how this room looks like so i'll just improvise)
Where he was, he didn't exactly know but it was definitely some kind of den or office. He got up with some difficulty and looked around. It was a comfy looking room; very large and spacious. There were several bookcases filled with so many books that it would take him who knows how long to read. There was a fireplace handy for the cold New York winters. There was a large window and, in front off it, a desk. The desk had all the usuals on it. A computer, pens, paper, pencils and yet there seemed to be an item missing. There were paintings and photographs framed and hung on the walls. It was a very friendly environment. There was also a nice comfy couch which he sat on.
He felt quite at peace here. But the peace was soon shattered as panic hit again and he remembered that he had no idea where he was. He looked around the room for a phone but it was no where to be found. Surely a den/office would have a phone? 'Apparently not' thought Ed as after looking everywhere he found no phone. He decided to check out the contents of the desk ('maybe there are some papers with the address on it or an envelope') but found no chair. How could there be no chair and no phone? He picked up a pen and began twirling it between his fingers; he then turned around to the window and found the outside slightly familiar and yet as he stared at the angel fountain he couldn't quite place it. Too many things where on his mind. Where had he seen that?
"Its a lovely fountain isn't?"
Ed turned quickly turned, startled by the voice, and dropped the pen which he had failed to notice, was glowing. It hit the floor and a small explosion caused Ed to jump forward almost colliding with the speaker.
He looked and saw an older bald man in a wheelchair with a familiar face looking at him, slightly confused, but kindly none the less. There was a wisdom in his eyes that Ed knew could only come from numerous experiences.
"Well hello. And what might I ask is your name?" The man asked
"Elric. Edward Elric" replied Ed.
"Well, Mr. Elric what would you be doing in my office? It was locked when I left." The man did not seem to be angry with him, instead he seemed to be curious.
"Um, well actually, I'm not too sure of that myself. I just kinda...got here."
"I see. Would that be with the use of your powers?"
Ed nodded in amazement. How did this man know that Ed was a mutant? Was it that obvious? Who was this man? Ed had definitely seen this man somewhere but just like the fountain he couldn't remember.
"Oh, please excuse me. I don't recall introducing myself. My name is Professor Charles Xavier. I am the...headmaster if you will of this institute." And then it hit him. He had passed the fountain on his way to the mansions door but he had been too nervous to really paid much attention to it. As for the professor, there had been a picture of him on the paper where he had learned about Xaviers institute, but Ed had been too excited about the mansion and how it was a home for all mutants in need.
And so this was the man who provided that home and safety to the mutants. Who helped them learn how to control their powers. He had heard in a bar somewhere that the professor was perhaps the most powerful telepath on Earth. The thought was a little scary to Ed. Was he reading his thoughts now?
"It's uh, a pleasure to meet you, sir. " Ed replied. The professor smiled.
"May I call you Edward?" Ed nodded. "Well how can I help you Edw-" but the professor stopped midway and looked somewhere off to the side. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, it seems we will be interrupted soon. Puzzled Ed stared at the professor until the door behind the professor opened abruptly and the guy with the ruby red sunglasses came in.
"Professor! There's been an attack! Some kid attacked Rogue and Night-" But the guy stopped when he found the 'kid' standing in front of the professor. "There he is, the kid!"
"WHO YOU CALLING SOME LITTLE KID THAT PLAYS WITH ACTION FIGURES AND WATCHES BARNEY?" Ed yelled. Both the professor and the sunglasses guy seemed suprised at the reaction that Ed had displayed. But Ed was too steamed up to notice.
"I don't believe that Scott said that, Edward. But going on to more important matters what is this I hear about an attack? What happened exactly?"
"Everyone was outside when we heard some explosions. We went to check it out and as we headed into the forest we found Rogue unconscious and him over her. Then Gambit appeared and said something about Magneto having some business with him. That's when Gambit passed out. Then Pyro came and fought a little, left. Then Kurt tries to help him up and Kurt passes out too! Then he poofs around a bit and disappears." Scott explained quickly.
"Well, that was certainly a lot of information in a short amount of time." Said the Professor a little confused from the fast explanation. "You said Rogue was unconscious? Perhaps we should go downstairs and give her a visit. We can continue this conversation on the way down." And so they headed down to the infirmary.
"Edward," the Professor asked. "What exactly did you do to Rogue, Gambit and Nightcrawler?"
"I didn't do anything to Rogue! We were running away 'cause we were being attacked and then a card came out of nowhere and exploded. The blast sent us flying and Rogue hit her head on a tree. I was trying to wake her when they came and accused me of attacking her. And...I'm not entirely sure what I did to Gambit and Nightcrawler. In fact that's why I came here! To find out what I did to... people." Ed turned his head away from them.
It had happened a while ago but the memories were as fresh as if they had just happened. He would never forget that night...
"Well it sounds like what you did, you did by accident," said the Professor. "But that still doesn't explain why Magneto would have business with you."
"Don't ask me to explain! I've never even met Magneto," Edward replied. "Hell, I've never even heard of him or his acne-something."
"Acolytes" Scott said.
"Whatever" replied Ed. He wasn't sure if he liked this guy very much.
"Well, it seems that I will have to do some investigating of my own about this business," The Professor said. "In the mean time let's see how the students are doing." They entered the infirmary to find Rogue on a bed. She seemed to be fine and the only wire connected to her was for her heart rate. Nightcrawler was laying in the bed next to her with wires on his head.
"Ahh, Xavier," said a voice behind them. Ed turned to see who was talking and who he saw startled him a bit. It was a very tall, very blue and furry person. "I see that you're back and seeing as how you are accompanied by a new student I believe I can assume that it was a successful trip."
"Well I'm afraid that you assumed wrong, Hank. Though the trip itself was lovely, I'm afraid I came back empty handed. As a matter of fact, this young man came to the mansion himself, and apparently ran into some trouble but we'll discuss that later," the professor turned to face the Ed who was wearing a face of awe. "Edward, this is Hank McCoy, although the many of us call him by his code name, Beast. Hank, this is Edward Elric." Ed was about to shake hands with this blue and furry man when he remembered that his hands were no longer gloves but scraps of cloth hanging limply from his hands. Instead he nodded his head and said hello.
"Well Hank could you tell me how Rogue is doing?" the Professor asked.
"She's doing fine. A slight concussion is all that's wrong. She'll be up and running in no time at all." Ed breathed a sigh of relief. He had been wondering whether she was alright. She had hit her head pretty bad. "Nightcrawler on the other hand is unconscious though I'm not entirely sure why," said Beast as he led the others next to Nightcrawler's bed. "He's brain waves are strangely familiar. I'm quite sure that I've seen these brain patterns before but at this moment, I'm disappointed to say, I can't remember where I've come across them before."
"Well, for that it seems for some sort of an answer we will have to talk to Edward," said the Professor
"But I've already told you, I don't really know what I do."
"Why don't you just explain to me what you do know."
"All know is that I can't touch people. Whenever I do I feel this weird...I guess you can call it a sucking feeling. And then the person I'm touching passes out. (the Professor, Beast and Scott all find this familiar) And if its a regular person, I, well...for example: if I were to touch an Olympic swimmer, I would be able to swim like they did, or even better! (now this was very familiar) But if I touch a mutant I would kinda... have their powers. I don't know why or how I do it. All I know is that I can't control my powers and well, I haven't been able to touch anyone without knocking them out for a long time...I can't even remember what it feels like to touch another person..."
While Edward's mind was in another place, the Professor, Beast, and Scott's minds were all in the same place. And there was no doubt in their minds as to where they had heard this very familiar explanation before. The first to say this was only two beds away...
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my third chapter. i hope you enjoyed it (though it seemed kinda boring) The next chapters should have more action or be more romantic. But these chapters are necessary. they are the foundation for the good stuff thats to come.
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what would be an updated 21st century version of the names Alphonse, Hoenheim, and maybe Winry? I'm deciding now whether to include these characters and more in later chapters. I greatly appreciate your ideas and suggestions thank you
Keep reading ch 4 is on it's way!
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