Viva Forever
A Kiotr fanfiction.
Written by: Nicole x.kiss.the.girl
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or anything related to the characters created by Stan Lee and Marvel Comics. No copyright infringement intended and there is no profit coming from this story. Also, I do not own the song used in this songfiction. All rights reserved to the Spice Girls.
It had been a quiet, calm afternoon throughout all of Westchester. The Brotherhood had finally been dismantled, starting firstly with Magneto, and spreading the cure through those that envied it the most. The scene of those fatal battles were gruesome, unbearable to witness among many of the younger students who had seen the horrifying disaster on the television set in the recreation room in the Xavier Mansion. After the cure had been administered to those of the Brotherhood, it was put up for optional usage among the other mutants in society before it would be destroyed forever. The members of the X-Men saw to that. The days following those tragic events were dark, gloomy, and filled with a void that no one could seem to fill. Emptiness seared throughout the mutants at the Xavier Mansion, most of whom could not believe that he, the founder of such a pleasant and well-sculpted institution, was gone. Destroyed, rather, by the one person who he longed to help the most. She held the key to everything. And she too was gone. Killed for her own good and for the good of the society around her, mutant and human alike. Yet there was one more loss. A loss that struck the students at the Xavier Mansion with almost twice the grief.
It was the loss of Scott Summers, beloved professor and once leader of the X-Men. He had always been a great teacher. A great leader. A great friend. He was one of the few who held his head up in strength when danger aroused, instead of being unworthy of such a title by bowing his head in fear like many others in his place would do. He was in love, and many of the students adored him. One of the most sympathetic of the staff, he helped the students. He guided them. He taught them well. Constantly, he was raved about by the late Professor Charles Xavier and hence was he given the position as the leader.
The void that the three left behind was hard to fill, and so no one even attempted to think of replacing Scott, Jean, and Professor Xavier due to a heavy emotional burden that would come with the replacement of the three. It was hard to bear life without them, but the students found hope. They had to find hope. Ororo Munroe, the new leader of the X-Men and the woman with the second fiercest temper on campus, found her strength in the ideals that Professor Xavier installed in his school. The younger students found hope in the older students, their ideal role models for what they wanted to be like in the near future. The older students found hope. The hope was in each other. They were a clad, solid group of teenagers and they were the foundation of the school at this point. The fate of the institution resided in their hands. Particularly, two of these students hands.
