Come What May Chapter 2

Formally "What if" I am having a horrible time with the title, I apoligize for any confusion but I'll try to stick to this one, but it still doesn't seem right… Oh well, if you have any suggestions please feel free to tell me

So chapter 2 is here. I don't own x-men or anything it all belongs to Marvel.

Some notes: I modified Chamber's character a bit, but he's not a major character so if you know nothing about him, it is not too much of a problem.


An unsettling and somber mood consumed the Xavier Institute. It dispersed its sense of misery everywhere, not one place was left untouched by its contagious despair.

Bobby the notorious prankster sat with Scott the infamous wet blanket in the recreation room watching the news.

Bobby changed the channel:

Fox news:

"For those of you just tuning in, a surprising turn in events for Las Angeles natives this afternoon. When what seems like a 30 foot tall robot began attacking the city…."

Bobby made an indistinguishable guttural sound. Pushing another button, the TV flashed and a new voice began again, destroying any hope that this was just a nightmare.

NBC News:

"Unavailable for comment is the LAPD, who refuse to release any information about the several people who exemplified abnormal human qualities…"

Another button, another channel, same story,

CNN News

"Commander John Durant will not comment about military involvement in this situation, whether these super powered people or the robot is under government control remains unclear at this time…"

Numbly Bobby pushed again,

CBC News

"The world is in shock today as video clips capture a small group of super powered individuals. Is this a giant American hoax? Or are there aliens among us? The answer could be anything at this moment. This is unlike anything the world has ever seen before."

ABC News:

"The gigantic robot seemed to have immobilized the half dozen or so super powered individuals, they are now being taken into government custody…"

"Bobby! Will you pick one already!" snapped Scott.

Scott, apparently changing his mind mid-huff and proceeded to reach across the younger boy and snatch the remote. Changing it and keeping it at Fox News.

"Jeez. Sorry. Nervous habit." The defeated Bobby muttered.


Kitty got up and stalked away from the television and walked down the hall. Up ahead she could see Storm, followed closely by Beast hurry into the Professor's ornate office.

She slowed her pace and slipped in to the room next to the Professor's office. It was the library, generally one of the more unvisited rooms at the school. She headed to the far corner where every student knew there was an air register that occasionally served as a perfect window into a private conversation.

"Whoa Whoa, hold up Chuck. What are you expecting? Witch hunts? Lynching?" Logan asked in response to a statement Kitty had just missed.

"Yes Charles, do you believe that the children are in that much danger? We always expected a slight…ruckus when mutants were finally exposed, but I can not imagine that things will get that bad." Ororo said elegantly.

"One moment, if you don't mind, we seem to have an eavesdropper in our midst."

Kitty, the professor said telepathically, Please return to the other students, this is a private conversation. Please do not worry we have your best interests at heart. We will not let anything happen to you or any of the other students.

The telepathic message was curt but kind as well as making it very clear that Kitty was not to question.

She stood and went to her room that she shared with Rogue. She picked up her cell phone and then put it back. Sighing she pulled her diary from underneath her pillow and began to write.


In his office Charles Xavier sat starring at his cohorts. "I did not plan for this day, to come quite so soon--"

"We had no power over the situation." Storm interrupted.

"I know. I was just too naïve in thinking this secret would stay that way until we and the world were ready."

Logan spoke from the corner "Right now I think the most important thing to do is rescue those captured mutants, there is no telling what the government will do to them. I have been captured and tested, and it is not something I would wish on anyone."

The Professor nodded grimly, knowing full well the gruesome details of the "tests" that Logan spoke of. "Yes I agree. But I believe our first task is maintaining our students safety. I will not allow any of them to participate in the rescue. Right now they are safest if they stay in the dark."

"Well Storm, Beast and I are a pretty pitiful rescue team."

Again the Professor nodded, although this time with a pensive look in his eyes. "Yes, but perhaps we shall gain some more recruits."

Ororo raised an eyebrow. "Professor?"

He sighed, "I made some calls. We are not alone in this situation. I thought it would be imperative to include the others…"


Psylocke's mind ached as consciousness slowly returned to her already war torn body. With an effort that seemed to mirror running several miles she was able to crack open her eyelids that felt weighted down with lead.

She tried to sit up. Realizing at once it was impossible because she was paralyzed. All she could do was open her eyes and stare at the bleach white ceiling above her.

Breathing heavily she could tell there was a breathing apparatus jammed down her throat causing it to ache constantly. She desperately needed water.

She took several deep breaths to calm her nerves, a trick Sage had taught her. You cannot think clearly if fear consumes your heart.

She could not move but she could still hear. She strained her ears listening for any bit of information relating to her team and their location. She noticed at once she did not have to strain at all. The room around her was extremely loud.

Many voices overlapped, mostly male, focusing in on one in particular, "Subject 4416, is female appearing to be in her early twenties, weight 110 pounds, hair blond, eyes blue…"

Carol! Psylocke recognized. She was here, that had to mean that the others, Sage, Chamber, Northstar and Emma were here too. But where?

But before she could come up with an escape plan she saw an arm reach across her body, for what she could only assume was an IV bag.

Everything went dark, she returned to sleep's comforting embrace.

Again she awoke but this time it was to screams of pure anguish. Her eyes flew open and searched wildly for the source, not even paying attention to the fact that the drugs keeping her paralyzed had worn off, at least enough to give her the ability to turn her neck, giving her a better view of the room and those who occupied it.

The screams she evaluated were from Chamber, and were not actual screams but mental telepathic ones, for Chamber could not speak. Psylocke could see Chamber across the white walled room. His lanky body stripped of his usual black attire was strapped down to a metal table looking as cold as it did uncomfortable. There were three men in white coats around fumbling around him; they were hooking him up to something.

A breathing tube. She recognized. Oh shit. She understood Chamber's screams, they were not of pain, those would come later, these were of warning. Chamber didn't need to be hooked to the respirator because he did not breath, Chamber had no lungs….

Psylocke attempted to scream, to warn the men who unknowingly were putting themselves and the rest of them in terrible danger. They were playing with the equivalent of an incredibly dangerous bomb. Her warning failed deep in her throat. The paralysis had not worn off entirely. She watched in horror as one of the doctor's pried open Chamber's mouth.

The explosion was like nothing Psylocke had ever seen from Chamber. Chamber who normally maintained such a level of self-control over his powers even while fighting was unable to stop the deadly blast. Ironically the drugs the doctors had given to sedate him, with the intent of ensuring them a safe working space, had in fact caused their death.

The wave of psionic energy escaped its prison with the force of a cannon, knocking the surrounding doctors away, killing them instantly. The blast continued right to and through the ceiling causing an avalanche of cement, plaster, metal and debris crashing down burying the captive mutants as well as their captors.


Magneto slammed his clenched fist down on his sparsely cluttered desk, leaving a small dent and making Pietro- who had been standing in the corner of the office watching the news; jump a good six inches into the air.

"That goddamn traitor!" Magneto growled to himself, either unaware or uncaring that his son was still in the room.

A moment later, Pietro spoke "Father? --"

Magneto whirled around fuming, "This is a valuable lesson Quicksilver, NEVER trust a human."

His son nodded his pale skin matching his impossibly pale hair; he had no idea what his father was speaking about. "Assemble the team." Magneto barked. Always with the orders, Pietro gave a mental sigh. Half second later Pietro was gone and Magneto stood alone pondering the quickest and most efficiently to kill someone while inflicting as much pain as possible.


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