Disclaimer: I don't own x-geeks. But do not borrow without permission (a.k.a. steal) Liandra Smith, Anya West, Sean Black, Cassiopeia Michaels, Aymee Marsh, Samara Brache, or Markus Grant. My lovelies.
Whoo. I say I'll get it up Monday, I get it up Thursday. Yet I wrote it Friday. I'm weird. Next chapter, status: Half-finished. It's much easier to write five pages then ten, apparently, despite the fact that I then get out fifteen pages in two weeks when I can't get 10 in two months. ;;
Also, take a look at my profile, I'll be putting up some new art on my Deviant Art page, also I've finally gotten a sort of illustration to The Butterfly Effect up, and I'm sooooooooon finished with an illustration to chapter four here. I've got a picture of Liandra though, and I've got sketches of other characters from here. So check my profile for a link to my dA page.
Nuff bothersome talking.
"At least she took it, dun she?" he said and Anya nodded. "That's a good thing," she told him telepathically. "Nothing else you can do about it."
Remy looked at the girl. She was so young, but so strong and incredibly powerful. Her potential wasn't much greater than her current level though, but that didn't matter. It was enough.
Sean entered the room, and waved a little at them. His hair was chaotic, but there was a calm in his eyes that made even Remy smile. It was still early morning, so not many were up and about in the metal can they lived in. It was definitely not a home, that much could be for sure.
The dark-haired young man grabbed a newspaper and began reading. He did that usually, and you never had to worry about Sean listening in or anything like that. He just zoomed out and into his own little world.
Anya smiled and shrugged, and moved to one of the cabins to search for something edible. Remy looked to Sean. "Anythin' interestin' in dere, Shadow?"
He looked up, dark eyes meeting red. "Nah. Just the usual BS. That rock star making headlines still and Creed acting up, polls show that approval for mutant registration has increased. But on the positive side, people seem to care more about the rock star then Creed."
Remy rolled his eyes but noticed Anya made a sudden movement of surprise. She looked to Remy and mouthed, "Something's happening upstairs." She hurried out into the corridor, and Remy, curious, followed. Sean looked up and saw that they had left the cabin open, went up and closed it, and then returned to his news paper.
"Ok, kids. Here's the deal. We have a new kid in need of serious training and the first step would be to show her some of your powers."
Liandra hung out in the back, looking around at all the others. She recognized most of them, having seen them at breakfast or in the corridors in the past two days. They were all dressed up in some sort of leather outfits. All the outfits looked the same, plain black with a yellow X on the chest. Liandra had been briefed more about the X-men, and how they had saved the world on more than one occasion.
The man in front was Logan, the short man with claws who had brought her to Xavier when she'd tried to run on her first day, and next to him stood a man with visors who had introduced himself as Scott Summers. Although, she reminded herself with a smirk, in training they were called Wolverine and Cyclops.
She moved closer to Cassy, who was standing a few feet in front of her, and while Summers kept talking about safety regulations, she asked, "Do all of you have ridiculous nicknames like Wolverine?"
Cassy smiled. "Yeah, we all have codenames. Mine's-"
"Chameleon, since you were talking, I take it you want to volunteer?" Summers smiled and the other youths opened up a path for the now blushing Cassy. She made her way forward and Logan got out what looked to be a slide projector. Cassy stood in front of the wall and Logan directed the light toward her. "Ready, kid?" he asked, and she nodded, looking determined.
Summers turned down the light where she was standing and Logan turned on the machine. The image projected on to Cassy, and seconds later she wasn't visible anymore. The picture, an image of the Statue of Liberty, changed into a grassy meadow. But in the middle of the image was a part of the Statue of Liberty, with a grassy meadow laid above it. Half a second later, it was only grassy meadow.
"Chameleon here can do just as the animal she's named after, she melts in with her environment." Summers said, directing it toward Liandra. "Now, everyone, you know what to do. Get to your stations, we're doing some regular power control." Everyone spread out, and a few sat down. All in all they weren't that many, only ten plus Summers and Claws.
Summers called out, "Aymee, you're doing the glass today. No protests, you need to learn self-control." He continued to give instructions to others. Meanwhile, the boy with the white hair, Pietro, was in charge of slide changing for Cassy. Liandra had noticed that he was very fast, and he seemed bored with trying to change slides in Cassy's pace. Not so far from them, Aymee was staring, confounded, at an empty glass of water on a small table.
Aymee hated this exercise. It was stupid, to calmly fill up a glass of water. Really, really stupid. There was no point to it. And she just kept thinking of her mother all the time, when she was supposed to clear her head. Her mother, telling her that Jess was no good for her. She clenched her jaw, holding out one hand.
Sam was sitting with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. She was meditating to gather up energy. Bobby was standing not far away, planning something together with Mark, who was snickering. They moved closer to Sam, Bobby holding out one hand, but just as he was about to ice Sam's long hair, she turned around and pushed a heavy gush of wind at the pair of them, sending them into the wall.
Summers was laughing, until he heard a loud crash. Aymee had, instead of fulfilling her purpose, sent a large spray of water toward the glass and the blast had smashed it into the wall. "Aqua, control! Self-control!" he called out, walking over to her. The glass had smashed close to Cassy, who was imitating the Eiffel tower, and Summers headed to her to see that she was all right.
His cell phone rang and he picked it up. Glancing at the screen, he told everyone, "You guys will be ok for a few minutes right? Behave now!" Logan had left earlier without Liandra noticing, and now Summers left as well. This could be interesting, or possibly dangerous.
Pietro now began switching the slides at an increasingly high speed. Cassy worked hard to keep up, but she was getting visibly tired. Aymee growled and sprayed water at Pietro. "Leave her alone, Quicksilver!" she growled. "It's not fair. I don't get why they put you on Cassy, anyway, you just try to hurt her!"
Pietro, who hadn't been expecting to become wet, spun around, and Cassy leaned against the wall, now an ocean, panting heavily. She felt weak, because everyone else had useful powers and she couldn't even handle the weak ones she had.
Sam had moved up next to Aymee and they both nodded to each other. Aymee worked up water, extracting moist from the air around them, and gathered it into a ball. Sam got ready, but Pietro was grinning. He could outrun them any day.
And true to that, when Sam sent a strong gush into the water blob, Pietro ran out of the way and the water hit Cassy. Now not only tired but also soaked, she squealed and glared at her friends. They just shrugged, trying to look innocent.
Pietro had run over to Mark and Bobby, and they were standing laughing together. Mark whispered something to Pietro, whose lips twisted into a smirk before he ran off again, and began running in circles around Aymee.
Sam moved out of the way, leaned against a wall and just watched. Mark had moved away, hugged the wall to avoid Pietro and over to Cassy, who was sitting with her head leaned against her knees. He hesitated, but then he gave her a hug, even though she was wet.
Aymee was sending blasts of water toward Pietro, who was just too quick for her. "What's wrong, pokémon? Squirtle out of power?" Aymee growled again and kept shooting water toward him.
Peter came over and sat down next to Liandra. He rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Kids," he said with an apologetic laughter. She noticed his eyes were focused on one girl in particular, but she didn't say anything about it.
"I know," Aymee said, making the water into a long ray and sending it out on the ground, "that you like calling people by your collectibles, Pietro," she was hoping he'd slip on the puddles that were now forming, "But don't you think it's time to stop playing kiddy's games?"
Bobby decided now was his time to act, and seizing his opportunity, he froze the puddles Aymee had created, sending Pietro sliding into a wall. He laughed and proudly put his arms behind his neck. "Hey, Icepack!" Aymee called out, and Bobby turned to her, expecting a thank you. Instead, he was sprayed with water.
"What was that for, hey, I saved your ass!" this earned him another spray of water. "I fight my own battles," Aymee muttered, and started chasing Bobby. Pietro spotted his next victim, Sam, and began running around her. In the middle of this, Jubilee stood, shooting fireworks from her hands. She couldn't say she was bored though, it was all very fun to watch.
And in the middle of all this chaos, was a non-power struggle. Cassy and Mark had started rolling around, wrestling, both fighting to be on top. Liandra couldn't tell who was where because they were moving around very quickly.
Sam, growing tired of Pietro moving in her way wherever she tried to go, started laughing. Liandra glanced at Peter, who looked concerned. "Don't worry, she can handle herself." He looked at her and she noticed a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Don't know what you are talking about," he mumbled, looking away. Liandra couldn't help but smile.
Meanwhile, the others had stopped fighting, because Sam's laughter was creepy. Sam's eyes began glowing, and she raised her arms, taking the air rush from when Pietro was running and turning it into a small tornado. The tornado soon grew stronger, but there was no wind outside of it, only inside. Laughing like a mad scientist, Sam plunged the tornado forward and it sucked up a screaming Pietro, who then could be seen zooming around inside of the vortex.
Realizing what was going on, Aymee tried to move out of the way, but she and Bobby and Jubilee were soon sucked inside the small tornado as well. Cassy and Michael didn't have time to perceive what was happening, busy with struggling, but they too were sucked inside. Peter held on to Liandra and to the wall, stopping them from being taken as well.
Sam was cackling madly, zooming the tornado from one end of the room to the other. The lot inside were screaming wildly, being thrown back and forth along the edges of the tornado. The tornado was in fact feeling quite pleased with itself. Not many tornados were created in closed in spaces like this, and despite being so young he had already sucked up six young people. It was really a blast!
Summers entered the room again, talking avidly to Logan. "They've really been…" he looked up and saw the chaos Sam had caused, torn up floor and the six teens trapped inside the tornado, "calm," he finished and Logan roared with laughter. "Yeah, real well-behaved there, One-eye. Does she have all of 'em in there?"
"No, Peter and Liandra are sitting there, on the edge." Logan smiled. "She's got much more control now, don't she? Much more than when she came." Summers nodded in agreement, but felt that he had to break this chaos.
"Samara!" he called out, "SAMARA!" she looked up, her eyes stopped glowing, her laughter fell silent and the tornado dispersed, dropping the others on to the floor harshly. There were loud moans and complaints, and Aymee got up on shaky legs, glaring at Sam. "You crazy bitch!" she yelled, almost falling over. "Crazy bitch!"
The others mumbled, agreeing with Aymee but too tired to say anything. "Bloody dumb-arse!" Aymee continued. "I'll give ya, I'll get ya… ooooh, too much blood to my head," she half fell back to the floor, holding her head.
Summers couldn't help himself but was smiling, and Logan was still roaring with laughter. "Come one, team, that's enough for today I think. Get out of here."
Peter got up and headed straight for Sam, helping her up. Mark glared at Peter, and not wanting to be any worse, he got up and tried to help Cassy. It didn't work so well, since he was still dizzy he just fell down and landed on top of her. She laughed and pushed him off. "I'm fine. Take care of yourself instead, you crazy."
Liandra wondered what it was like to really be part of these people. To belong and to have people who cared. Peter helped the rest of them up as well, so that it wouldn't seem suspicious he was only helping Sam. Liandra saw the look Sam sent after Peter, even though it only lasted for half a second.