Me: Hi, how are ya? I'm doing fine thanks for asking. . .oh, you say you didn't ask? Whatever. xp Anyway, fourth chappie up! I hope you enjoy! And thank you reviewers, I appreciate it very much. And also thank you for the suggestion, I'll definitely keep description in mind. I hope you will like it, and PLEASE review! (You don't have to if you really don't want to, I'd just appreciate it.)
Chapter Four: Omorose (OH-muh-ROH-suh)
Wolverine and Cyclops start to enter the crumbly heliotrope (reddish-purplish) old builing, walking away from the dark abyss of night. When they enter, they are surprised greatly, for the inside was as clean as a whistle, while the outside looked like it would be a rat's nest. They continue down the spotless hallways until they hear what sounds like whimpering.
"Come on!" Cyclops commanded quietly. Wolverine listened to orders and they crept until they reached the source of the sound. They went around the corner and saw in the wall a petite room with a sheet of see through garnet light that blocked them from the bantam area.
"Storm!" Wolverine pointed to the unconscious beauty as he whispered. Cyclops attempted to blast the wall of red, completely disregarding any alarm. And once his crimson rays hit his target, a noise went off as loud as thunder. It blared so loud that it woke the ivory-haired woman.
As soon as she saw the enclosed area, she started to lose herself until she heard, "Storm, wake up! It's Cyclops, Wolverine's with me! Come on, wake up!" She dazily stood up, looking around to see if she could catch sight of any of her friends.
"Where are you? I only see walls," Storm shouted.
"We're on the other side of the red wall, if you see one!" Wolverine answered, a little impatient.
"I can see it, but it's solid," Storm stated, getting dizzier.
"Just, try an' touch it!" Wolverine ordered, growing more and more impatient each second.
She reach her hand out, but once she touched it she yelped, "OW!" She sucked it up and claimed while holding back any possible tears, "I am unable to go through it, I apologize." Cyclops and Wolverine both saw her hand, (the one she tried to touch the red wall with), and it was scalded.
Wolverine sighed and walked right through the garnet light and feeling like screaming once he got to the other end. His skin which was all practically asphalt black, was healing into his naturally sandy-tan skin color. He pointed out, "If you haven't noticed, the light goes up to down. So, just, come on!"
Storm confused, (and still woozy), just followed what he was doing. He bent himself half through the burning wall and motioned forher to crawl out as quickly as possible, and she did just that. Wolverine came back through, cringing a little bit, but he soon healed. As soon as Stormcould gain stability once again, she shot up andhuggedboth of them(at the same time, you know, how she has each of her armswrapped around each of their necks). "Thank you so much!" She exclaimed enthusiastically. Wolverine pulled away, he wasn't in the mood for hugging, he wanted to get out of there before people find out where they were.
"What's taking them so long?" Wolverine inquired ragefully.
Storm answered, "I think they're waiting on the other side of the corner. . ."
"Then let's go up!" Cyclops whispered while blasting the ceiling tile above him. Storm lifted them one at a time, including her, into the ventilation system.
When they started to head one way, Storm cried out, "We can't! There's still people here! We have to get them out of here!" Wolverine sighed at her amount of justice. Cyclops had no problem with that as long as they could survive, he was fine. They both followed her until she stopped above a certain area. She looked through one of the open vents and pointed down. Wolverine's turn, he scratches up the vent and they hop down.
Only three humans were there, but, they all matter. Storm reassures the humans, "We're here to get you out,don't worry. Cyclops and Wolverine will take you out."The two other mutants stare at each other (they were still in the vents), and almost began to protest. Storm sent the three humans (one at a time) up the ventilation shafts.
"What are you doing, Storm? We're supposed to leave with you!" Cyclops tells her.
"They're gonna have to chase somebody, so I want that to be me! They know for certain I'm here, I'll stall 'em! And no buts!" Storm explains. She fogs up the whole room andlet's a gust of wind push everyone further down the vents.
When Wolverine and Cyclops are able to sit upright in the condense area, they realize that the humans are just mere kids. "What is it with villians and kidnapping children?" Cyclops wonders aloud.
"What is it with women you know who say that they have to do what they have to do before they go, leaving you without protesting?" Wolverine asks him (referring to Jean). Cyclops shot Wolverine a dirty look and shouts, "She (Storm, duh) will live, and when she comes out, we'll be outside with the X-Jet waiting for her!"
"Okay, okay. Just chill," Wolverine states, and they go on their way leading the teenagers out.
Storm stands in the containment cell and pushes the strongest wind she can against the glass, and she succeeds as it shatters out into the hallway. (Since it's the humans prison, it's not that thick. . .especially since they're just teens.) She walks out into the hallway and whistles a piercing whistle, "Over here, boys!" As soon as she hears the pitter patter of boots on slick tile, she starts to run away.
She heads over to a staircase and looks up at the winding steps. She waits until the people can catch up, and once they see her, (and about to shoot her), she let's gusts of wind bring her up through the middle of it all, while evading bullets (that's talent there). Just for fun, Storm summons rain and let's it slick on down the stairs. She enjoyed hearing the grunts of people as they fell down the stairs. (Who wouldn't? I mean, it's okay if they're bad guys, they're bad.)
Storm opens the door that leaves the stairs behind to find the unstable roof. She starts to walk out and is about to fly off, when men behind her starts shooting, (about five people, not much). She once again uses her evasive action and dodges the metal pieces while running away from them. Then, one person sticks a metalic square on the back of her neck. This makes her dizzy for a second, but that's all the time the shooters need. Someone shot Storm in the shoulder and she fell down on the roof. This makes the roof start to collapse (she's not heavy, I'm just saying the force of the fall was what made it go down). All the men start to head down the staircase not caring if Storm's still alive or not. She attempts to get the wind up under her and fly her down, and she got as far as above the building and about a yard away from it until she felt odd. The African girl felt like something wasn't permitting her to use her powers, and it wasn't the bullet, but before she could think anymore, she was falling next to the ten story building towards the dirt below her and some other object, she couldn't depict it in the ever black darkness. She closes her eyes and waits for it to be over.
Fortunately, the X-Jet was the "other object" and Cyclops saw her falling, "Wolverine, catch her!"
"But. . ." Wolverine started to disagree for some reason.
"Just catch her!" Cyclops demanded, knowing that if he caught her, he'd harm both him and Storm. So he pushed Wolverine up through a hatch in the (awesome) jet so he was on the roof just in time for Wolverine to catch her. Fortunately, despite disagreement, Wolverine was in a Catching-the-Beautiful-African-Woman-Named-Storm mood.
They were about second floor height so shegained speedthrough the eighty feet of falling, which causedWolverine to fall down, but it appeared that no one washarmed. . .from the fall anyway. He took her into the jet and set her down on the ground, but notquite gently. From the front, she appearedvery healthy, but on the back side was the injured area. Storm rolled over, showing the bullet in her shoulder andalso pointing out the odd piece on the back of her neck. "I. . .can't fly. . .I think it's. . .because of this," Storm said between gulps, for it was hard for her to stay awake with all the pain. Cyclops rapidly goes to the medical kit and grabs some bandages and wraps Storm's shoulder, which was bleeding a good amount.
"Ororo!" A voice whispered with worry, but it wasn't from the teenagers or from either Wolverine or Cyclops. Everyone looks around, a little spooked. Then, all of a sudden, the ship starts flying auto-pilot (A/N: It's not a ghost or anything like that, I promise, so, please keep reading). Wolverine shoots out his "knives" and slowly walks aroung the cockpit, seeing if the person will show theirself.
Wolverine all of a sudden stands still, he states, "I just felt something."
"What are you talking about?" Cyclops asked, and then, he too is freaked out, for he felt something also, like someone was there. (A/N: Remember it's not anything spiritistic.)
Storm all of a sudden, when it looked like she was gonna die, had enough energy to endure until they got to the institute.
She explains of what she knows, "That thing you feel has been around me ever since I can remember, it won't hurt you."
"Why would I hurt you?" The voice once again speaks. Cyclops and Wolverine back away slowly, despite them being masculine and gallant.
"Has it talked to you before?" Cyclops shakily questions.
"No," Storm answers straight.
"You may not remember me talking to you, but what about crying?" The voice once more talks. It continues, "Remember when you were six months old? I know you remember even though you were so young, that's when mom and dad died, that's when you became claustrophobic. That's when you thought you lost your sister. . ."
Wolverine and Cyclops look from where the voice came from to Storm who replies while sitting up painfully, "I never had a sister."
"You just don't remember having a sister. The only thing you remember is the bomb and the cries of mom and dad and the squeals of a baby that weren't your own. They were your sister's, and she's still alive," the voice intimated.
She continues the conversation with air, "Are you saying you're my sister?" Storm looks confused as she keeps talking to the person who's supposed to be there.
The voice replies, "In a way of speaking, definitely yes. You resemble your infant self, which is good, 'cause if you didn't, well, I don't know what."
"How can you remember it?" Storm asked her "sister".
"I have photographic memory and plus a lot of other things. I remember everything I hear, smell, taste and feel,"Storm's "sister" explains without a problem. Cyclops and Wolverine continue to watch the conversation with interest, at one point Wolverine went and snatched some popcorn.
"Oh," Storm says at the fact that this girl remembers everything good and bad.
"Does Omorose ring a bell?" The voice asks of Storm who remains sitting in pain.
Storm gasps the moment she heard 'Omorose' but she couldn't understand why. She nods her alabaster covered head because it did 'ring a bell'. (Magneto took the wig off.)
"That's the name of your sister who you lost track of, but I never lost track of you. . .well, once you hit sixteen I never lost track of you since. Omorose Akilah (uh-KEE-luh) Munroe, your faternal twin born seven minutes after you. You got the brawn and a good amount of brains, but I'm as scrawny as a twig and have, not to be braggy, but, a lot of smarts. I have the white hair and blue eyes just like you, even though we're faternal. We inherit it from our mother," her supposed sister explains.
Storm, bombarded with all this information that makes perfect sense to her, stands up wincing herecru eyes as she gains balance. "Brown eyes?" Omorose questions hurtfully. "But, but, what happened to your blue eyes? It's inheritence! I remember you talking about changing your color, but I guess I was gone when it happened. . .how come I never realized it before? You are ashamed, aren't you?"
"No! I, I. . .would never be ashamed,"Storm states, who looks like she's gonna let the rain fall upon her smooth chestnut skin. She never wanted to be ashamed of anything including what inherited, and she isn't.
"You were just afraid, if you just had shown that you were proud, they wouldn't have made fun of you!" Omoroseexclaims still yet bereaved. Storm didn't answer, she juststarted crying, ashamed that she got contacts and took them out. She crushed her contacts and whispered, "I'm so sorry."
Wolverine and Cyclops stood there: Cyclops was happy that Storm found her sister, supposedly; and Wolverine was simply bored to death, he's not one to drama and tears (unless he's the one shedding them).
Storm ceased crying and sat back down on the black leather bed, continuing to endure the pain that keeps throbbing in her shoulder which she clutched.
Then FINALLY, Cyclops asked Omorose,"How did you come to not be visible?"
"FINALLY! I was waiting for someone to ask me that, jeez! I, too, am a mutant, duh. I have the ability to control all sorts of energy, heat, electric, and more. I can also do some sort of energy shield. But one day, I figured I could turn into invisible energy. . .and frankly, I got stuck, and still am," Omorose answered with a giggle.
Me: I figured that that was long enough already. I know it's super cheesy and OOC, but I'm working on it. Remember this is my semi-first fan fic. Please review! And I do accept flames, and please no cussing or indication of cussing in reviews, thank you. I am happy you actually finished this chappie! You weren't bored, or weren't pushed to the limit that you came to the end! Yeah! But, yea, please review! ALSO: I need a code name for Omorose for future. The only options I have are Endurance and Vitality, please tell me which one you prefer, or if you have a good idea, please tell me, (through reviews of course!)