For those who are curious, I am reading Ultimate X-men and Endsong so I am getting most of my ideas from there and from the movies as well...I love reviews and I am grateful for those who had taken thetime to write them...reviews make me happy!
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-"I want results not excuses"- Warren Worthington senior was completely enraged, he had given his scientist team specific orders-"There is too much at rish here gentlemen, you seem to keep forgetting that"
-"Sir, we are working against the clock"- The man with white spectacles told him-"We are working here with technology that is so new that is hard to find references when we encounter problems, we are doing our best to make the improvements you ask for"
-"I honestly do not have time to hear all this whinning, I am paying you a fortune, you are supposed to be the best in what you do. I expect results nothing else"- Worthington could not erase the image of his son dying from his mind.-"When are you doing the next test trials?"
-"Tonight, sir, we think the trials will provide us the answers we have been looking for. The test subjects are ready and the robots will be prepared in a couple of hours"- The man answered pointing towards the area where the cages have been placed.
Warren Worthington had no affection for mutants, he loved his son but he was sure that his life would be much better if he finally decided to take the cure. Being a mutant was not a positive thing, mutants were monsters, a mistake of nature that mankind must solve before they were exterminated by their powerful relatives. And yet he hated the cages. He could not look at the people locked inside, their faces looked so human, they made him feel like he was the real monster. Maybe it was a mental trick, the telepaths were the worst of all of them.
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Psylocke had woken up again, the drugs that the guards were giving them to keep them sedated were stopping to have an effect on her. She could not phase through the bars but her telepathic powers were increasing, and in a most painful way. She grabbed her head with her hands and groaned. A young man in the next cage on the left laughed.
-"What is so funny?"- She was not in the mood
-"You are the telepath, tell me, chere"- He smiled. His eyes were strange, with a red glint in them.
-"I cannot control that just now, loser"- She snapped back-"I wouldn´t be laughing if I were you, I can hear what the tall guy is thinking, they are going to use us as guinea pigs"
-"Not me, chere, I can assure you one thing, nobody is using Remy as a test-dummy"-He seemed relaxed
-"Have you got any astounding powers that you have been keeping to yourself so far?"- She laughed at him-"Otherwise, we are toast"
-"As a matter of fact, I do"- He winked at her-"I have just found myself a nice, sweet telepath that will help me get my ass out of here"
-"In you dreams, mop-top"- She crossed her arms-"I told you, I cannot control it"
-"For what I heard, some telepaths can concentrate their power and give people a hell of a headache, that could be enough to give me time to grab something."- He continued
-"And then what? You will kill an army with a shoe?"- She asked him
-"I could"- He answered-"Care to try? Come on, chere, where is your sense of humour, we are going to die no matter what, at least you could let Remy have some fun before it happens"
-"Stop calling me chere and maybe we have a deal"- She agreed, he smiled a charming grin.
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Storm touched Hank´s furry hand with tenderness. They have been friends for as long as she could remember, he had a crush on her when they were both students but never tried anything because he tought she would never go out with a guy who had to buy customised shoes because of his feet were bigger than some laptops. She knew this because Jean had read his mind by mistake more than once and had shared the gossips with her. Those were great times, when considering going out with Hank was her worst problem. They were adults now, carrying a burden of responsibility and an emotional baggage that could break anyone´s spirit. Yet the X-men were not ordinary people, they were ready to fulfill the mission even when they had all odds against them.
-"´Ro?"- She heard Hank´s voice
-"Please, not you too, only Logan calls me like that"- She smiled-"How are you feeling?"
-"Like a furry carpet"- He tried to smile back but was too tired-"Did we win?"
-"For now, yes, the kids are okay, well, most of them"- She answered.
-"Magneto?"- Hank moved his hand and grabbed Storm´s
-"It is a long story Hank, you won´t like most of it. But right now all I am concerned about is you. That explosion almost killed you"- She didn´t move her hand
-"I am hard to kill, you know us, mutants, nothing can take us away from a beautiful woman"- He knew she was deeply worried
-"Talking of which, Jean is back"- Storm decided this was as good a time as any to tell him the news
-"The Phoenix?"- Hank was astounded
-"No, this time she is Jean, the Professor has placed the mental blocks again…"- She stopped in mid sentence
-"What is the problem then? Ororo?"- Hank knew this woman pretty well, he had been in love with her all his life.
-"You must think I am a monster, she was my friend, but after all that happened, what she did…I can´t, I am not Logan, it is hard to accept that she is back and forget all that she did, the people she killed"- Storm confessed
-"You are not a monster Ororo, but you need more time to heal than Logan, which is quite understandable. Try to relax and with time this will pass"- Hank wanted to embrace her but his broken ribs were telling him to stay where he was, at least for a little longer.
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Jean had woken up a little while ago, first she was too scared to move but the silence was driving her mad so she started walking, there was nobody on the corridor but she sensed Hank and Storm talking in the other med-lab. She didn´t want to intrude but her powers were still complicated to control, even with the blocks Xavier had put on her mind. She heard Ororo´s words and cringed in pain.
-"You are not a monster"- Jean cried –"If what I saw in Logan´s mind was real then it was me who was a monster….I just can pray I won´t turn into one again"
Jean continued her way to the elevator. It all felt strange, familiar but different at the same time. A whole year had passed since she had walked the corridors. Some furniture was new, other things have been changed and there were voices in the rooms she could not recognize.
The Cuckoos were sitting on the bed, all three in silence, talking telepathically.
-"I can´t believe they are gone, our sisters"- one thought
-"I will never be able to sleep again if you keep remembering their deaths"- complained other
-"Shh! she is coming"- the third sent them a warning -"she should not be here, she should be dead"
-"She was dead"- said the first one
-"But she has come back"- replied the second one
-"Shh! She will hear us"- The third warned them again
-"We are not talking"- The first said
-"She can hear our thoughts, she is far more powerful than us, have you forgotten?"- The third was starting to get angry
-"He fancies her"- The second sister added with a tint of jealousy
-"Shhh, I am telling you, she will hear us….and stop day-dreaming with Mister Logan, It gives me the creeps"- The third sister was angry
-"Yes, do not do it again, it is hard enough to concentrate when we are in his classes without you drooling over him"
-"Okay. Shh! She is coming"
Jean could hear them, she knew these girls, and she felt their pain, they have lost two sisters. But she could also feel their fear, they were scared of her. She shaked her head to stop hearing them. She opened the door of her old room. There was nobody there. Jean remember that Scott had left them, tired of losing the battle against hate. The room was cold and dark. She felt no connection to her old possessions. Her clothes were still hanging on the closet, her shoes lined up under the bed. Her books in a neat cardbox. Scott had not touched anything that once belonged to her. Scott´s extra visor was there, next to the bed. She put it on and cried a little more. The pain was overwhelming. She had tried to kill him, she had been so lost. Logan had been the only one who tried and managed to contact her back then. Wasn´t it funny and ironic that the man who turn her whole world upside down the moment he walked through the door was the only one srong enough to stand by her side in her moment of madness. She took off the visor.
She walked to the window, the night has fallen and the full moon was illuminating the sky. It was beautiful, she opened the window panes and basked in the feeling of the light touching her skin. She closed her eyes until she heard someone howling at the moon. There was a person or an animal down there, howling with a strangely feminine voice. Jean was about to react at the possible threat whe she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She hadn´t been aware of his presence, he has walked in complete silence and had followed her to the window.
-"That is Rahne, do not worry, she is a bit hairy but a nice kid"- Logan explained looking down the window with her
-"She is a werewolf?"- Jean asked
-"That is her mutation"- Logan answered-"I kind of like her, she is a natural born leader, much like our Scotty"
-"Then we must hope she won´t join Magneto too"- Jean replied
-"Jeannie"- Logan was left speechless, words have never been his best gift, he was a man of action, if he could express himself to Jean by kicking someone around the room he would be glad.
-"I know, it is just that all this is too much, I do not remember doing the things that are the reason why Storm hates me, and I have no idea who this girl is and what could Scott be thinking to make such a foolish decision. I feel like I don´t belong here anymore, and this has been the only place I have been able to call home in my life"- She explained –"I am so lost, Logan"
-"You are not alone"- He hugged her, smelling her hair and feeling her muscles relax against his chest-"Don´t give up on Scotty-boy, I have faith in him. And about the kids, don´t even worry about them, I can´t remember their names most of the times but it is okay, Jeannie, it will be okay"
-"Promise me, promise that if I ever turn….if the Phoenix comes back you will"- Jean felt as if there was not enough oxigen in her lungs. Logan helped her out of the room. She felt better
-"I will find you another place for tonight, you will be fine, trust me"- Logan stroke her hair
-"I know, Logan, I know how you feel…but…"- Jean was confused by all his tenderness-"I am not ready. Try to understand"
-"I am not doing this because I am expecting a reward, this doesn´t work like that. I am your friend and I am worried about you, that is all"- Logan let go of her hair but look at her with a longing in his eyes that could not be denied-"Come on, let´s find you a room"
