As I sure you already know, this is a work of complete fiction based on elements that are real. Yadda, yadda, blah, blah…whew glad that's over; and now the disclaimer. Of course, I don't own anything besides my character and the story's idea/plot/some events/etc…again, yadda, yadda, yadda. Please read and review as the continuation of this story depends on if people are liking it or/and have an interest in it. If people like this story, then I'll continue with it. It's going to be long, I plan on it being a good story, almost like another movie or whatnot. The chapters themselves will also be long, like normal books. Again, it all depends on the reviews and if people want to read the story. Also, I need your help! I want to bring in Polaris, Havok, Forge, Bishop, Thunderbird, and Sunfire, and I need your opinion on what Hollywood actors should portray them. Please, Hollywood actors ONLY, and no one that has already been apart of the X-Men Movie series. Please also keep in mind the actor's age. For example, Lindsey Lohan, even being twenty, isn't playing one of these grow up, adult characters. I say adult characters because we have teens already, we could use a few more adult good guys. So, with all this finally said and done, ONTO THE STORY!
Pairing: Scott/Logan (Like duh :D) with maybe Colossus/Original character
Timeline: Post X2, leading into X3
E-Mail: M
Chapter Two: New World
"Am I a mutant?"
"Yes, you are." I sat on the bench again, thinking about this piece of information. It raised many questions. I asked what I thought was the best one first.
"What's my…mutation?"
"From what we can tell, you have the ability to create and control fire, Pyrokinesis, a powerful mutant ability indeed. You also seem unaffected by it as well, which would explain why you could create it."
"So, I'm dangerous?" I asked worried at what he would say.
"That is why you are here. I want to help you learn to understand your mutant ability and to control it, so you don't have to worry about being a danger to yourself or anyone around you. That one of the reasons I opened my home, to help mutants, give them a safe place to stay, and hope." There wasn't any doubt in my mind that the professor truly wanted to help mutants and humans live together peacefully.
"Once you are ready," he continued. "I'll show you around and introduce you to everyone, or you can leave. The choice is yours." I ran it over in my head and it didn't take me long to decide.
"I'll stay."
I could hear the soft patter of rain. It was the only sound I could hear. I slowly opened my eyes to see the rain hitting the large window. I lay, watching and listening to the rain before my mind registered that I was somewhere foreign. Slowly rising up, I looking around to see I was in a room of dark oak wood like an old yet modern mansion. There was a dresser, a desk, double doors which I guessed to be the closet and a door which lead to a bathroom maybe.
The sheets were soft and comfortable, and the pillows were fluffy. I could also feel myself just sink into the mattress. This was the kind of bed that once you lay on it; you aren't ever getting up again before it's so comfortable. I let myself fall back into the bed, curling up with the sheets and burying my head into the pillows, listening to the rain outside the window.
My mind again registers that I don't know where I am and with a small grunt, I pulled myself out of the soft bed. I stretched slightly before walking over to the window and looking outside. Nothing trees and hillsides, giving a closed in feeling, but I liked it. Even thought you had this since that you were trapped; it gave you a great feeling to just look at how peaceful the outside seemed.
A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts and I jumped at the sudden sound, turning to look at the door as it opened. A guy around my age who was taller than me and short, slightly curly blonde hair and blue eyes walked in. "I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Bobby, and I just wanted to welcome you to mutant high and see if you needed anything; this is Rouge." In walked a girl around my height and age I guessed with long brown hair with white streaks. She extended a gloved hand to me.
"Hello," I said to both of them as I first shook Rouge's hand than Bobby's; his hand felt cold but I paid no further attention to it.
"We were on our way to play foosball and wondered if you wanted to join us. We could introduce you to some of other students if you want; this place can seem lonely when you don't know anyone," Rouge told me. I felt uncomfortable meeting these two but I pushed the feeling aside and agreed to join them. They didn't take me on a full tour, but they pointed out a few things here and there as well as pointing out various other students we passed. A few people stopped and asked a couple questions and I was amazed to see how at ease I was to answer.
I had never really played foosball before, but it wasn't hard to get the hang of it. Rouge was on my side to help with the first round against Bobby and together we took him down 7 to 3. I wasn't sure if this was the way it was played but it seems they just followed air hockey rules for scoring. For the second round, I faced Rouge and beat just barely and then faced Bobby only to loose; he was very good at this game I had to admit.
Rouge was called away a few minutes later and Bobby and I continued through the mansion. We came to a I guessed to be a library and saw and grand piano nestled in the corner near a window. I was instantly drawn to it and was going to tap a few keys but turned to Bobby as I withdrew my hand. "Are we allowed?"
"Yeah, you can play the piano; it's not illegal to do so." I smiled before sitting down quickly and stretching my fingers over the keys. Counting a rhythm in my head, I began to play Chopin's Nocturne in E minor.
The world seemed to fade away as I played the piano. The sound filled the void of silence and I felt safe. As my fingers shifted over the keys, my mind turned off, and I felt at peace; at this moment, nothing mattered. All too soon tough, I knew the song was finished with no more keys to play and my hands became still.
I didn't notice that I had closed my eyes until Bobby started to clap softly. "Wow," was all he said. I slowly nodded my head.
"Haley, Bobby, please meet me in the kitchen." The professor's voice sounded as if he was right next to me, but I knew that wasn't true. Bobby led the way down to the kitchen where we found the professor sitting at the table, a pot full of water in the center. "Please, sit. I wanted to try an experiment to better understand your abilities Haley. Please, sit at opposite end of the table." I sat to the professor's right and Bobby sat across of me. "Now, Bobby, I want to freeze this water."
Reaching out his hand, I watched as the water slowly froze solid. "Very good," Xavier said. "Now Haley, I want you to melt the ice, but try to concentrate. Don't think about igniting the molecules, but exciting them. Bobby has the power to slow them down so they become solid, but I believe you might the opposite." I turned my head from the professor to stare at the pot of water. "Concentrate Haley."
It seems like we sat there forever and nothing happened. I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate harder. I heard a crack in the ice and it shook me out of my concentration. "Very good; now try to focus on an emotion. Mutant power usually show themselves in a time of stress when we experience many emotions. "Now, concentrate again."
Turning my attention back to the pot of water, I concentrated again. I tried to think of happy thoughts, but all lead back to home which then lead to my dad.
"Haven't I told you not to run in this house, boy?! What's the problem can't get that through that thick skull of yours, you little shit! Go to your room, get out of my sight!"
"You open this god damned door right now! You hear me?!"
"Go away!" It didn't even register in my mind what I had just said or the fact that a few spots in my room started to spark, leaving behind a stem of smoke.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! Open this fucking door and I'll give you a reason to want me to go away! Are you smoking in there?! HUH?!" There was a loud smash against my door and I knew it wouldn't last much longer.
"NO! GO AWAY!" I screamed, my desk sparking and lighting on fire followed by my clothes in my closet, and book shelf, and a few spots on my floor.
"OPEN bang THIS bang DOOR bang!"
"NNNNOOOOOO!"
Bobby watched as the ice started to melt. A small smirk showed on his face as he looked up impressed but it was quickly replaced by a frown. He could see Haley's eyes and they were now a bright, hot green; as if a fire was burning behind them. The ice began to quickly melt and Bobby could hear the water start to boil. His brow furrowed as steam began to form as the water started to evaporate. Bobby glanced at the professor who looked at him before calling Haley's name.
They watched as Haley sat there, staring at the pot of water as steam poured out of it, the amount of water inside the pot started to become less and the pot slowly started to melt at the rim. The air around them had become warmer as well and both Bobby and the professor could feel small beads of sweat on their skin. Xavier mentally called Haley's name and all of the sudden, Haley seemed to snap out of it and look at Bobby and the professor before looking at the melted pot that sat on the table.
A ragged breath escaped me as I looked at the pot on the table. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I said, instantly on the defensive.
"It's okay Haley, you didn't do anything wrong. It is as I thought." I looked at the professor; he sounded disappointed. "I'm not disappointed in you Haley. You have an extraordinary gift but you have yet to control it but don't worry, that's what this school if for."
The professor had asked Bobby to leave and we talked for awhile. He told me about how every mutant is unique and that some of us have great power and we must understand it and control it to protect ourselves and others. He told me about how when he was boy, he found out he had the power to control other people's minds. Compared to me, he seemed powerful; being able to make someone believe and or do anything you wanted.
He told me he wanted to work with me every day on focusing my ability. Once I was able to control it, I could do more with it; maybe even discover something I didn't know I had in me. I admit, I as scared. I didn't know what would happen, but I was willing to learn.
It was getting late, and I felt really tired and drained. I headed for my room and was grateful to full onto the soft mattress after brushing my teeth. I didn't think sleep would come and it felt like I spent hours just staring out the window and yet, it was as if as soon as my head hit the pillow and my eyes closed, I was spirited away.
I'm running as fast as me legs can take me. I don't know what's behind me but I'm to scared to look back and my instincts tell me to just keep running. I seem to be in an all white room but I can't see any walls, doors, or windows; everything is just white.
"Scott." I hear the voice, like a whisper on the wind and I stop running. Could someone else be here? "Scott!" the same voice, but only it sounded desperate this time. I quickly started to look all around me and saw a man standing not far from me.
"Stop it." This time, it was a man's voice. As I started to walk over to him, I could tell he seemed to sitting as if he was sitting on a chair, but chair was present. His head was buried in his hands and his brown hair seemed in disarray.
"Scott." The whispering voice again. "Scott, Scott, Scott." The voice kept saying the name over and over again. The man seemed to be breathing heavier now as his shoulders began to shake.
"Stop! Stop it!" he yelled! I reached out and touched the man's shoulder.
"Scott?" I called the name.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" The man's head quickly shot up and I could see sad blue eyes before I was swallowed in red light.
I open my eyes and I can see the outline of a woman with long hair that seemed to be blowing in an unseen wind. "So much power," it was whispering voice again, but I knew it came from this woman. In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of me and I could see her clearly. Long red hair, pale skin, and a black suit with red lines…like an X-Men's suit I saw in the locker in the sub basement in the mansion. "Kill me." I stepped back, a confused look on my face, before everything went black, and I felt like I was drowning.
I woke up, gasping for air. What kind of dream was that? I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked at the clock on the night stand. 2:23 am; ohmigosh! It's so early! A averted my gaze from the clock and to the charred blanket on the bed. Oh great, perfect.
Slowly sliding out of bed, I pulled on a pair of oversized lounge pants and slightly form fitting t-shirt. I stripped the bed and tossed everything into a pile in the corner. With a heavy sigh, I decided to head down the kitchen.
Slowly walking through the archway, my body suddenly stops. My mind is telling me that someone was just here a moment ago. I'm can explain what happened, but I was suddenly flat against the ceiling as if I was hiding. Logan slowly walked back in and stopped just below me. How did I get on the ceiling anyways? How is it I'm able to remain up here?!
As Logan tilts his head up to look at me, whatever force holding me to the ceiling seemed to disappear as I suddenly fell into Logan's arms. "Whoa there!" We're both silent as we look at each; me trying to figure out what just happened and him waiting for an explanation.
He sets my on my feet and I frown trying to the figure this out. "You okay kid?" His question causes me to look at him.
"I-I…I think so…" I stutter slightly, not sure if I am okay. He looks at me strangely before asking another question.
"What were you doing up there?" Again, I'm at a loss for words and he continues to stare at me, waiting for an explanation.
"I…don't know," I tell, shrugging my shoulder. Logan raises an eyebrow before making a 'hmm' sound and walking over to the table, sitting down in front a beer. "Where'd you get a beer in this place?" I ask him, knowing that the professor wouldn't just keep it around. He looks at me and he doesn't have to tell me it's known of my business; I can take a hint.
I open the fridge and take out the fixings for a salad; lettuce, ham bits, graded cheese, and light ranch dressing. "Top cupboard to your left." I look at him, not knowing what he's talking about. "Plates," he answers as if he read me mind. I blush slightly, feeling like idiot. I quickly make the salad and put everything away. I grab the milk and pour myself a glass before joining Logan at the table.
"Don't sleep?" I ask. He stares at me as he takes and long drink from the beer bottle. "Bad dreams?" I see him freeze for a second before setting his beer down. He stares at me again, only this time with questions in his eyes. Guessing I hit a nerve, I quickly avert my gaze and start to eat my salad.
We sit in silence, the only sound being was my eating and getting up to rise out the bottle and toss it. I set down my fork, not feeling as hungry as I did before. I become lost in thought as my mind races through thoughts, ideas, and memories.
"Hey kid!" Logan's voice shakes me out of my day dream state and I look down to see my salad looks like it's been grilled. I quickly become nervous and self conscious while mentally kicking myself for not having control of my power let alone let someone else see it. I quickly throw away the leftovers and place the plate in the sink before quickly leaving the kitchen. I hear heavy footsteps behind me and I become deathly afraid. In my head, I can hear my father's voice screaming at me and as a hand touches my shoulder, I scream and can feel heat all around me before everything goes black.
Scott stood watching over Logan on the lab table. The heart monitor ticked away and Scott watched Logan's chest rise and fall. Even tough he knew Logan would be alright, he still felt concerned for him; he just couldn't lose someone else who was close to him.
Turning to look behind him, Scott saw the professor next to Haley, both hands placed just around his head and he had his eyes closed. Scott knew what the professor was doing and quietly turned back to Logan to find him staring at him. "You're awake."
"No kiddin'," Logan replied. Even tough it seemed dismissing; Scott smiled at knowing Logan was going to be okay. "How's your leg?"
"Better than before; still hurts though." Scott glanced down at it and gave it a little shake. Logan made a 'hmm' sound before averting his gaze and taking a deep breath.
"Is it just me or do I always end up on a lab table with my shirt off?" Logan's eyes turned to Scott who stood with a grin on his face. "How's the kid?" Scott stepped aside to let Logan see him and the professor.
"He's aright, just has a lot of emotions bottled up inside. The professor is trying to figure out a why to help him."
I'm sitting on the ground in a white room, my legs pulled up to my chest and my arms wrapped around myself while I slowly rocking back and forth. "Haley?" I look up to see the professor standing there. He squats down to look at me and smiles. "It's alright; no one's going to hurt you."
"He's a bad man."
"Who is Haley? Who's a bad man?"
"He's a very, very bad man. He wants to hurt me"
"Who Haley; who wants to hurt you?" The professor reaches out and touches my shoulder. I suddenly become very still and the professor removes his hand.
"I'm not scared of him anymore." Lifting my head, I see the look of shock on the professor's face as he sees my green eyes burning like a wild fire. "Because now I can kill him." Before the professor can speak or move, we're engulfed in a raging fire. "You can't hurt me anymore dad."
"He seems to be suffering from post traumatic stress disorder," Xavier speaks to everyone in the room.
"What caused it?" Storm asks.
"Apparently, he had a troubled home and an abusive father. I'd say he's having trouble dealing with the memories and feelings inside his head."
"Will he be alright?" Storm asks with worry in her voice. She had seen many kids come to the school who were troubled by something from their past.
"I believe so yes. We just have to be careful not to scare and try and help him cope with his memories."
"Professor?"
"Yes Pitor?"
"Bobby, Rouge, Kitty, and I were going to the fair on the pier tomorrow. You think Haley could come? It'd give him a chance to get and have some fun, take his mind off things."
"I think it's a great idea, but just be careful; we don't want to anything to happen."
Magneto sits in his chair, his eye closed while deep in thought, 5 metals balls slowly moving back and forth just over the table. John quickly makes his way over to Magneto. "The house was burnt down when we got there. Reports say they found to skeletal remains and neither have been identified as the kid."
Mystique slowly walks in, her movements quiet as she joins the two men. "I have word some of the kids are going a fair tomorrow at the pier; if he goes, it'd be a perfect opportunity." Magneto drums his fingers on the table as he thinks.
"Then we'll be ready for him."
Author's note: There it is the second chapter; I think it kind-a sucked as it got the end but I pretty sure once I finish the 3rd chapter it'll be great. All stories have the boring part right? Well, I'm not sure about chapter 3; I might be able to have it up by this weekend or next (now that I have a plot to work with a little more to should be quicker to write).