Chapter 2: The Locker Rooms

GUY'S LOCKER ROOM

Wash walked in with the other guys. Erik, though he had left later, had already showered and was sitting shirtless on one of the benches. He wore jeans.

"Congratulations," North shouted. "Nobody's even defeated Tex! You're a hero!"

"Thank you," Magneto said. He had a slight German-Russian accent. "I don't believe that I've formally met any of you. I'm Erik Lesherr, or Magneto, if you prefer. Agent M is also my name." They all went around and said their name and their code name; Nathan Gold (North), Murphy Bryan (York), David Kevlar (Washington), Reginald Shrapnel (Wyoming), and Jeremiah 'Jem' Gatling (Maine).

"Nice to meet you all," he said.

"You want us to show you to your room? You, know, give you a tour?" Wash asked. Wyoming shot him a look that questioned his sexuality.

"Thanks, I'd appreciate it. I'm in room 243," said Erik. North and Wyoming then made a mistake.

"What are those scars on your back?" North asked.

"What's that number on your arm?" Wyoming inquired.

York looked closer. There was a number tattooed to him. 214782.

"None of your business," Erik said hastily as he threw on his shirt and walked out that door. The men shrugged, and followed him.

GIRL'S LOCKER ROOM

"How'd you get beat?" C.T. asked for the 10th time.

"I don't know! He pulled some moves I had never seen before," Tex growled, running her hands through her still wet hair.

"Maybe he could teach you something," Carolina said.

"He is so hot," South said dreamily.

"Awww are you in love?" teased C.T. Tex tossed aside her armor to clear a spot on the bench. She pulled on a black T-shirt and slipped into some sweat pants.

"So what do we do now?" Carolina asked.

"Go outside, I guess," said Tex.

They walked outside. The guys came out a few minutes later. Wash was apparently giving Erik the tour, but South took his arm and dragged him down the hallway, speechless. Once they were alone, she turned to face him. "Hi, my name is Natalie Gold. What's yours?"

"I'm Erik Lensherr," Erik said simply.

"Oooooo, foreign. How about we spend the night in your room?"

Erik smile was encouraging. "It's been awhile since a woman as pretty as you asked me that question. I'll only have this room for one more night alone, anyway. My friend and roommate, Charles Xavier will be here tomorrow, taking on Carolina. Yeah, just come in something sexy!"

"Good, now let's start the tour," South started off down the hallway, a smile spreading across her face. Erik followed, joyful about the night he was going to have. He knew exactly what to do; after all, Mystique had given him some practice.

"So these are the classrooms," South pointed towards a row of doors. "It's really boring. Not like tonight," she reminded him.

"I can't wait," Erik replied. She led him to his room. "Then let's get started now" she said as she locked the door behind them. They started to kiss…

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Wash

Wash was sitting in his room reading his new textbook, The Art of War, which had been written 2000 years ago. He sighed in boredom as he turned the page. LAYING PLANS. 1. Sun Tzu said: The art of war is of vital importance to the State….

"Hey," a voice interrupted his reading. It was North. "Have you seen South?"

"No, but I think she went with Erik."

"That was 4 hours ago! Whatever."

North left. Wash rolled his eyes and continued reading. 2. It is a matter of life or death, a road to either safety, or to ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected…..

"Hello, old chap," the unlikeliest of voices. Wyoming strutted in and sat down next to him. "Sorry to interrupt, but we're having a meeting in the recreation room." Then he left.

Wash sighed and started towards the rec room.