A/N: I'm alive! Hey, Sorry I've been gone so long. I've been really busy with lots of other stuff and couldn't get around to writing but I promise I'll get back into it starting right now.
"Firebomb, Dice!" Hack called. "The headmistress wants to see you. She says it's about time for you to move on to join a real X-men squadron. Your replacements are on their way here as we speak."
Firebomb and Dice left the room, passing two boys as they entered. One was slightly taller than Mark with black hair that fell just to his jaw and pale skin that went well with his black sweater and jeans. The other boy was shorter than Mark. He was wearing jeans and a red t-shirt and looked to be about fourteen. He had the generic "Hawaiian look" with spiky dirty blonde hair, tan skin and blue eyes.
"Mark, Jake, Quinn, this is Blaine, and Caim, they're the new recruits on this team. In here they'll be Phantom and Ink. Now everyone, go to the change rooms and get into your uniforms."
The boys went into the change room on the left and Quinn, the lone girl, went into the one on the right. Once they entered the change room Caim immediately went straight to the stall to start getting changed whereas the other boys changed in the large open area. Mark walked over to a locker and pulled out a black jumpsuit and mask that covered only his eyes and a pair of red fingerless gloves with the red X-men insignia on the back. He quickly changed into the outfit and looked over at the other boys to see that they had already changed. Jake was wearing mostly the same as Mark just without the mask. Caim wore a black sleeveless top and tight black pants. (1) Blaine had a sleeveless black leather top and black leather pants. The boys exited the change room and saw Quinn and Ms. Dugan sitting on a metal bench talking.
"All ready?" Hack asked the boys. "Alright, Danger Room, activate training simulation Delta-6," she said once they responded in the affirmative.
After she said the words the room sprang to life, with machine gun bullets flying from guns in the ceiling and two large purple and blue robots (2) appearing from nowhere. Mark recognized the robots from having seen pictures of them in the newspaper: Sentinels.
As the machine gun fire ripped across the floor Quinn grabbed Mark under the arms and pulled him into the air and flew around until she found a safe place to set him down. Mark looked around the room and saw Hack trying to get up to one of the Sentinels heads to get to its brain and Ink sending an eagle and a tiger to attack the other Sentinel; as Glue had explained in the change room Ink could bring the tattoos on his body to life and control them. Glue had turned his body into a solid glue-like substance and was creating a wall to protect the rest of the team from the gunfire, meanwhile Phantom had become a ghost and was flying through the guns and causing them to explode. Quinn had left him to fly around the room acting as a diversion.
"Weaponmaster, help Ink with the other Sentinel!" Hack ordered.
"What? How?"
"Sentinels are weaponized machines, if you can touch them you should be able to have some extent of control over them, try to get in close."
"B-But what about the machine guns?"
"Don't worry Mark I'll cover you," Glue called out.
"Well, no more excuses, go ahead Weaponmaster!" Hack said, as she managed to get to the main control center of one of the Sentinels and shut it down.
The Sentinel that was still operating shot bullets from each of its palms and managed to hit both Nightmare and Ink in the shoulder. The shock of getting shot sent Ink's eagle and tiger back into their original forms as tattoos. Seeing his teammates, the ones he'd started to trust, get hurt set Mark into a quiet rage.
"Glue, take care of Ink and Nightmare!" he shouted.
"But what about the Sentinel?"
"Just leave it to me."
Mark rushed forward, every bullet that touched his skin or clothing spun right back around and hit the shooter. Once Mark reached the Sentinel it tried to crush him with its hand, missing him as he jumped onto the hand and started running up the arm towards the head. As Mark got closer to the head of the machine its other arm shot straight towards his head, a spinning blade emerging from it. Mark barely managed to dodge the blade, his shoulder-length hair getting caught in it and being cut off so that it reached just above his ears. The blade shot out of the arm and came back around like a boomerang, skimming across of Mark's shoulder blades at the moment he touched the head. The Sentinel shut down and collapsed on the ground in a heap.
Blaine landed and reverted to his human form as soon as the rest of the guns had been taken out. "So... I guess we won huh?"
"Looks like it," Natasha stated. "Let's get Quinn, Caim, and Mark up to the infirmary."
"I don't think I'll need it," Mark said, slowly getting up and walking over to the rest of the team who had huddled together by the wall. "See?" he asked. He turned around and showed them his now completely healed wound.
"High-speed healing factor," Ms. Dugan said more to herself than anyone else.
Mark and Natasha carried Caim and Quinn up to the infirmary where Mark's French teacher, Ms. Mays was the nurse.
Natasha greeted her "Hello Emma"
"Oh, hello Natasha, I didn't see you there," Ms. Mays replied, chuckling.
"I don't imagine you see much with those eyes." Natasha joined in on the chuckling.
"No, nothing, just darkness," Emma said, becoming slightly more serious. "Anyways, what do you need? I smell blood. Wait, don't tell me, let me guess. It's just after seventh period meaning your team had training, I heard you got three new recruits today so you probably went with simulation Delta-6 meaning one, no... two of your students got shot by the Sentinels." She paused for a moment. "So, was I close?"
"A bit more then close. It's exactly as you said. Quinn Morr got shot in the left wing and Caim Reglin in the right shoulder."
"Should be an easy fix. Just lay them down on the beds."
Mark and Natasha set the two injured students down on two of the free beds and Emma stood up from her desk to get to work. She set her hands over Caims shoulder and the wound closed up. She turned around and repeated the process on Quinn. After both of the students had been healed and woke up she returned to her desk and put her head down. (6)
"Thank you Ms. Mays," Caim said quietly, exiting the room.
"Ya, what he said," Quinn said, following Caim.
"Well, I have some essays to mark so I'll be going," Natasha said, exiting the room.
Blaine, Jake and Mark left the room with her, Blaine leaving the group to go play soccer with a couple of his friends named Liliana, Haru, Amalie, Lillie and Terra. Mark and Jake continued walking to their room. Once they got into the room they laid down on their beds and started talking about TV.
"I like watching the news and Glee. Other than that I don't really watch TV. I prefer to read," Mark explained, his last sentence lost in a yawn.
"I don't mind the news, and I've never really watched Glee, but I think I might like it. What do you like about it?"
"Well, first of all, I like the writing, and the songs. Apart from that it's definitely the guys. There's this one guy whose name is Darren Criss and he plays a character named Blaine and I think he's just so hot."
"Wait... Mark... are you gay?"
"Well, bi, but I prefer guys. You don't have a problem with it do you?"
"Not at all. If I had a problem with you being bi then I'd be a bit of a hypocrite seeing as I am gay."
"Oh... I see."
"What? What's wrong?"
"It's just I've never really met another guy who likes guys before. I just don't know what to say. The first thing that pops to mind is..." Mark's voice trailed off
"What is it? Tell me tell me tell me tell me. Tell me. Tell-"
"Ok I'll tell you," Mark said, a blush creeping onto his face. "Do you want to go out with me?" he asked quietly.
"I'm afraid I couldn't hear you. You might have to speak up."
Mark repeated himself slightly louder.
"Still can't hear you. Come on, speak up."
"DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT WITH ME?" Mark yelled before shoving his face into the pillows so Jake couldn't see the blush that had painted itself all across his face.
"Sure," Kitchie said quickly. "When? Where? What should I wear? Dinner? Carnival? Movie?"
"D-Dinner... wear something nice. Let's get changed and go," Mark said, pulling himself out from the pillows now that the blush had started to fade.
"Ok. I call dibs on showering first!" Kitchie claimed, a smile beaming onto his face as he ran into the bathroom.
Mark looked through his clothes and started to panic: he had nothing nicer than t-shirts ripped jeans. Then Mark got a thought, Caim, he looks like he's about the same size as me. Maybe I can borrow something from him.
Mark left the room and went to look for where Caim's room could be. He came across Neriah in the hallway and struck up a conversation with the older girl.
"Hey Neriah, do you know where Caim's room is?" he asked, knowing that Caim usually sat at the same table that he did at lunch. "I have a date and I need to see if I can borrow something nice to wear from him."
"You're Mark right? And yeah, just go down this hallway and take a left at the end and it's the first door on the right. Who's your date with?" she asked.
There went the blush again. "Yeah, it's Mark, and thanks." He turned to go when Neriah repeated her question. "Who you going out with?" Mark paused midstride as threw his answer over his shoulder before he left: "It's with Kitchie."
"Aw, that's so cute! You have fun with him ok!" she called after him.
Mark reached Caim's room and knocked on the door. Caim answered still wearing the black sweater and jeans he wore before the training session. He invited Mark in and Mark explained the situation to him and asked if he could borrow something to wear.
"Sure, just check in that closet," Caim said, picking up his guitar and starting to play.
"Do you mind if I use your shower? Jake's hogging ours."
"Go ahead"
Mark walked into the shower and undressed, listening to Caim playing the whole time. He got clean, trying to look as nice as possible, and got out, dried off, and got dressed in the clothes he borrowed from Caim: a black button-down shirt, and dark blue jeans.
Mark exited the bathroom and said: "Thanks for everything Caim, I'll get these back to you as soon as I get back from the date."
"Don't bother, I never wear them and you need them more than me. Have fun," Caim said as Mark walked out the door of the room.
Mark got back to his room and walked into Jake who was leaving the room. He was wearing a red button-down shirt and dark blue jeans, and he looked really good.
"Hey, where'd you go?"
"I borrowed this outfit from Caim; well actually, he gave it to me."
Mark opened the door to the room and threw his previous outfit onto his bed and closed the door, locking it behind him.
"So, where are we going?" he asked Kitchie.
"I dunno, shouldn't I be asking you? After all, you're the one who asked me out." Kitchie smiled.
"Yeah, but I don't know where anything is."
"Ok, well there's a nice little gay-friendly Italian restaurant just a few blocks away from here."
"Ok, let's go, I love pasta."
The two boys walked out of the mansion and to the restaurant holding hands the whole time. At the restaurant after they were seated they were too busy looking at each other and talking that they didn't notice when one of the four women sitting a couple of tables away pulled out a cell phone and made a call on it.
"Lady Gravity, I believe we've located two of Xavier's little human lovers"
"Excellent work Bozoa."
"Shall Gemini, Crimson, and I destroy them?"
"Go ahead, it'll give the twins some fight experience"
"Alright," Bozoa said, hanging up the phone. "We'll beat them up as soon as we get our food and finish eating"
A/N: Hope you liked it, I need Villains and Teachers desperately so if you can send me either there's a better chance that they'll be in the story than if you send me more students so keep that in mind. Hope I wrote everyone well. I tried to get as much as I could into one chapter.