AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you so much, Thanx4reading and Tenshi no Koneko, for
your ever-expanding patience. I am sooooo sorry this one took so long, but
I live in San Diego, and the fires kinda ruined my entire way of life for a
while there. Thanx4reading, yes, the Prof. is half-Chinese, half-English
(in the comics), and Tenshi, if you tell me who your fav. character is, I'm
much more likely to use them again. ;P Anything between these symbols:
__words__ is music. (Can you figure out which one of my favorite songs
Raye's listening to?) And to my knowledge, www.xsgy.ed is not a real
website.
616 timeline 04-26-2004 Westchester, New York, United States
Xavier pressed a button upon his hoverchair control panel, and slide 103 came into view upon an enormous monitor at the front of the university- sized classroom. "Now, the superego is the part of our subconscious that develops our moral code," he told his students. Watching them from the back of the room, he was impressed by their diligence and good work ethic. The 75 juniors and seniors that signed up for the Psychology course punched the keyboards before them, entering a plethora of notes into their personalized accounts, at amazing speeds.
All, that is, except for Rachel, whose photographic memory was absorbing the information before her with ease; she was the only one in the room who hadn't even bothered to open her student account from the laptop provided to each desk. In fact, she had amazing multitasking abilities. As she read the monitor, listened to her headphones, and paid attention to the professor's words, her mind drifted over the past 4 days.
She had adapted to life at the X-Mansion relatively well. (__I've felt the hate rise up in me__) Her identity was kept secret; her classmates and teachers knew her only as Rachel, which didn't seem to bother anyone, ("an imbalance in the psyche can lead") as other residents had similar stories, like a beautiful brunette with huge boobs and a southern accent, who was known only as the Rogue. She had telepathically hidden her telekinetic tattoos from everyone on campus since Day 1, (~damn! that new girl's hot~) which allowed her to avoid uncomfortable questions. And Rachel found that M.E. was the perfect place to start over. ("irreversible trauma tends to disrupt") No one knew anything about her tragic past, or her betrayals as a hound, so she was perfectly anonymous at school, much to her satisfaction.
She shared a dorm room with her old friends Kitty and Paige Gutherie, and a very reserved, though extremely intelligent, Native American girl named Monet. (__I wish I didn't like this__) She was in classes from 7 a.m. until 2 p.m. on odd weekdays, and went home an hour and a half early on even schooldays, (~he enrolled her; I mean she's not even paying~) but returned at 7 p.m. for her elective, Psychology. She had on average 6 to 7 hours of homework a night, for eight college-level classes that would never be accepted at any university. ("assorted paralyses, speech disorders, reflexive") Yet, none of the students at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters seemed to mind the heavy workload, or the intense subject matter, and Rachel, who found that she no longer needed sleep, (__the pain was always free__) had very little to complain about. After all, she was always busy; she lived in an enormous, beautiful mansion, with more than 800 computers and over 40 acres of land for her to explore and seek solitude; she already had a small group of close-knit friends; and, for the first time since she was 6 years old, she felt like she was home! (~looks so much like her mother~)
Rachel whipped her head around to meet the professor's gaze, and he gave her a smile and a wink, before turning to slide 121. Just as a diagram of the human brain showed, the digital clock on the wall reached 2030, and soft windchimes sounded across the halls.
"Before you leave," Xavier instructed, "please bookmark this diagram in your account, at www.xsgy.ed/psych/a49.html and label all the shaded regions tonight. Everyone, make sure to get a good night's rest before your Statistics exam tomorrow."
Paige, who sat in the desk to Rachel's right, leaned over and spoke low. "Speaking of Commando Mathmatico, let's go get Bobby and John."
"Who's Commando Mathmatico?" Rachel asked, as they entered the corridor and took the elevator down to the garage.
Kitty giggled. "Just a nickname we gave Professor Summers. You see, you have excellent timing; you just missed Midterms week, which, of course, is hell on earth. But, since all the teachers know that their students are studying their asses off, they don't assign homework that week."
"All, that is," Paige offered, "accept for Summers. And he's the only teacher psycho enough to give a unit test the week after midterms, too." She rolled her eyes, and stepped out of the elevator. The garage was the size of a hospital parking lot, a vast, cement box, upheld by concrete posts, decorated by a the bright colors of a few hundred parked cars. Parking below was a privilege that all students were given; the press and media had to park outside in the heat. But, of course, the occasional student would abuse such a privilege, through graffiti or attempted robbery, and would have their car sent home or impounded.
The three girls stepped through a door to a separate cement box, the staff garage. Here, Scott Summer's Driver's Ed/Auto Shop class was finally ending, fifteen minutes past the bell, as usual. Bobby Drake and John Allerdyce were gawking at one of their teacher's impressive machines, again, a usual occurrence. They joined the company, and quietly observed the testosterone-high.
"It's an '04 Honda Valkyrie Rune," Scott was bragging. "It's got an 1832 cc engine, 6 cylinders, and goes from 0 to 60 in less than 5 seconds." The two adolescent males whistled admiringly at the curvy motorcycle, and their idol smirked behind his ruby quartz shades, which matched the Candy Black Cherry paint perfectly. Paige wrapped her arms around John's waist and tugged slightly, her way of saying, "I'm bored."
Scott laughed lightheartedly. "Well, I'm sure I'm keeping you. We can talk about it more on Wednesday. Maybe I'll even let you take a little drive, before your exam."
"It's huge!" Bobby sighed. "I mean, how much does it weigh?"
"769.6 pounds," he answered. "It's not for little girls, that much is certain."
Rachel almost laughed at the remark, thinking of the many times she'd ridden behind her father on this exact bike, at age 5. "Well," she corrected, "769.6 is its base weight, but, with all the firepower you put into it, it's closer to 985.1 pounds, wouldn't you say?"
Bobby and John light up with excitement. "Firepower? You put weapons in it?!?"
But Scott ignored them, turning his attention to her. "How did you know that?" he asked curiously.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I have good eyes, I guess."
He laughed and nodded. "Right, of course," he said sarcastically. "You're the new kid, right? Stats?" She nodded. "You really should be in my auto class; we're doing a project next week-"
"I'd love to," she interrupted, "but I can't fit it in. My Elective II block is filled by Psych."
He consented, and suddenly his faced changed, as if something he'd forgotten had come to his mind again. "Look, I don't mean to make you feel awkward, but I feel like I should know you from somewhere. Have we met?"
"No," Rachel shook her head, trying to sound blasé. "I'd remember, and I don't." The five students looked to each other uncomfortably for a moment, before Kitty said, "Well, we really ought to go" and so left.
On the elevator, they met Kurt, who, at age 25, was another teacher at the school. (Rachel didn't dare ask about the 8-year difference between him and Kitty.) As they traveled up the 5 stories to their dorms, she found it hard to contain herself. Her dad!! In flesh and blood! ~And he was so impressed, you could totally tell! I can't wait til I talk to~ Then she suddenly remembered something.
"Hey, guys, where has Jean Grey been? I haven't seen her around anywhere." 6 faces looked back at her with wide eyes, expressions caught between suspicion and distress. The elevator door opened, and Paige, Bobby, and John left, without saying a word to her. In the hallway, she looked to her best friend with a blank expression. "What?"
Kitty turned to Kurt, whose face seemed to be in pain, as he tried to answer. "Vell, Rrachel, you see...Jzean joined vis a cosmic entity of infinite pover-"
"Right," she jumped in. "The Phoenix. Is she on a mission for the Shi'ar or something?"
Kurt shook his head. "Rrachel, I-I am so sorry to be sthe one to tell you vis, but...she died." Rachel's eyes filled with fire, and the last thing she heard was a very loud explosion.
616 timeline 04-26-2004 Westchester, New York, United States
Xavier pressed a button upon his hoverchair control panel, and slide 103 came into view upon an enormous monitor at the front of the university- sized classroom. "Now, the superego is the part of our subconscious that develops our moral code," he told his students. Watching them from the back of the room, he was impressed by their diligence and good work ethic. The 75 juniors and seniors that signed up for the Psychology course punched the keyboards before them, entering a plethora of notes into their personalized accounts, at amazing speeds.
All, that is, except for Rachel, whose photographic memory was absorbing the information before her with ease; she was the only one in the room who hadn't even bothered to open her student account from the laptop provided to each desk. In fact, she had amazing multitasking abilities. As she read the monitor, listened to her headphones, and paid attention to the professor's words, her mind drifted over the past 4 days.
She had adapted to life at the X-Mansion relatively well. (__I've felt the hate rise up in me__) Her identity was kept secret; her classmates and teachers knew her only as Rachel, which didn't seem to bother anyone, ("an imbalance in the psyche can lead") as other residents had similar stories, like a beautiful brunette with huge boobs and a southern accent, who was known only as the Rogue. She had telepathically hidden her telekinetic tattoos from everyone on campus since Day 1, (~damn! that new girl's hot~) which allowed her to avoid uncomfortable questions. And Rachel found that M.E. was the perfect place to start over. ("irreversible trauma tends to disrupt") No one knew anything about her tragic past, or her betrayals as a hound, so she was perfectly anonymous at school, much to her satisfaction.
She shared a dorm room with her old friends Kitty and Paige Gutherie, and a very reserved, though extremely intelligent, Native American girl named Monet. (__I wish I didn't like this__) She was in classes from 7 a.m. until 2 p.m. on odd weekdays, and went home an hour and a half early on even schooldays, (~he enrolled her; I mean she's not even paying~) but returned at 7 p.m. for her elective, Psychology. She had on average 6 to 7 hours of homework a night, for eight college-level classes that would never be accepted at any university. ("assorted paralyses, speech disorders, reflexive") Yet, none of the students at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters seemed to mind the heavy workload, or the intense subject matter, and Rachel, who found that she no longer needed sleep, (__the pain was always free__) had very little to complain about. After all, she was always busy; she lived in an enormous, beautiful mansion, with more than 800 computers and over 40 acres of land for her to explore and seek solitude; she already had a small group of close-knit friends; and, for the first time since she was 6 years old, she felt like she was home! (~looks so much like her mother~)
Rachel whipped her head around to meet the professor's gaze, and he gave her a smile and a wink, before turning to slide 121. Just as a diagram of the human brain showed, the digital clock on the wall reached 2030, and soft windchimes sounded across the halls.
"Before you leave," Xavier instructed, "please bookmark this diagram in your account, at www.xsgy.ed/psych/a49.html and label all the shaded regions tonight. Everyone, make sure to get a good night's rest before your Statistics exam tomorrow."
Paige, who sat in the desk to Rachel's right, leaned over and spoke low. "Speaking of Commando Mathmatico, let's go get Bobby and John."
"Who's Commando Mathmatico?" Rachel asked, as they entered the corridor and took the elevator down to the garage.
Kitty giggled. "Just a nickname we gave Professor Summers. You see, you have excellent timing; you just missed Midterms week, which, of course, is hell on earth. But, since all the teachers know that their students are studying their asses off, they don't assign homework that week."
"All, that is," Paige offered, "accept for Summers. And he's the only teacher psycho enough to give a unit test the week after midterms, too." She rolled her eyes, and stepped out of the elevator. The garage was the size of a hospital parking lot, a vast, cement box, upheld by concrete posts, decorated by a the bright colors of a few hundred parked cars. Parking below was a privilege that all students were given; the press and media had to park outside in the heat. But, of course, the occasional student would abuse such a privilege, through graffiti or attempted robbery, and would have their car sent home or impounded.
The three girls stepped through a door to a separate cement box, the staff garage. Here, Scott Summer's Driver's Ed/Auto Shop class was finally ending, fifteen minutes past the bell, as usual. Bobby Drake and John Allerdyce were gawking at one of their teacher's impressive machines, again, a usual occurrence. They joined the company, and quietly observed the testosterone-high.
"It's an '04 Honda Valkyrie Rune," Scott was bragging. "It's got an 1832 cc engine, 6 cylinders, and goes from 0 to 60 in less than 5 seconds." The two adolescent males whistled admiringly at the curvy motorcycle, and their idol smirked behind his ruby quartz shades, which matched the Candy Black Cherry paint perfectly. Paige wrapped her arms around John's waist and tugged slightly, her way of saying, "I'm bored."
Scott laughed lightheartedly. "Well, I'm sure I'm keeping you. We can talk about it more on Wednesday. Maybe I'll even let you take a little drive, before your exam."
"It's huge!" Bobby sighed. "I mean, how much does it weigh?"
"769.6 pounds," he answered. "It's not for little girls, that much is certain."
Rachel almost laughed at the remark, thinking of the many times she'd ridden behind her father on this exact bike, at age 5. "Well," she corrected, "769.6 is its base weight, but, with all the firepower you put into it, it's closer to 985.1 pounds, wouldn't you say?"
Bobby and John light up with excitement. "Firepower? You put weapons in it?!?"
But Scott ignored them, turning his attention to her. "How did you know that?" he asked curiously.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I have good eyes, I guess."
He laughed and nodded. "Right, of course," he said sarcastically. "You're the new kid, right? Stats?" She nodded. "You really should be in my auto class; we're doing a project next week-"
"I'd love to," she interrupted, "but I can't fit it in. My Elective II block is filled by Psych."
He consented, and suddenly his faced changed, as if something he'd forgotten had come to his mind again. "Look, I don't mean to make you feel awkward, but I feel like I should know you from somewhere. Have we met?"
"No," Rachel shook her head, trying to sound blasé. "I'd remember, and I don't." The five students looked to each other uncomfortably for a moment, before Kitty said, "Well, we really ought to go" and so left.
On the elevator, they met Kurt, who, at age 25, was another teacher at the school. (Rachel didn't dare ask about the 8-year difference between him and Kitty.) As they traveled up the 5 stories to their dorms, she found it hard to contain herself. Her dad!! In flesh and blood! ~And he was so impressed, you could totally tell! I can't wait til I talk to~ Then she suddenly remembered something.
"Hey, guys, where has Jean Grey been? I haven't seen her around anywhere." 6 faces looked back at her with wide eyes, expressions caught between suspicion and distress. The elevator door opened, and Paige, Bobby, and John left, without saying a word to her. In the hallway, she looked to her best friend with a blank expression. "What?"
Kitty turned to Kurt, whose face seemed to be in pain, as he tried to answer. "Vell, Rrachel, you see...Jzean joined vis a cosmic entity of infinite pover-"
"Right," she jumped in. "The Phoenix. Is she on a mission for the Shi'ar or something?"
Kurt shook his head. "Rrachel, I-I am so sorry to be sthe one to tell you vis, but...she died." Rachel's eyes filled with fire, and the last thing she heard was a very loud explosion.