CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE:
An Angry Ice-Boy and a Training Announcement
AN: First an embarrassing note. I know I have math problems, but I generally tend to pride myself on my vocabulary and writing skills. Well, you know what they say; 'Pride Goes Before A Fall'. Many thanks to my 'Guest' reviewer (not the Plot Bunny Guest) who pointed out my little vocabulary problem.
Where I wrote; "…..emitting the part where Sabretooth had thrown her across the room" the word I SHOULD have used is 'Omitting'. That teaches me to be too lazy to use my dictionary. Sorry folks.
Also, thanks to Fleeing Dawn for her list of hunting ideas for Roddy (I actually thought of the rotting meat part, great minds think alike!) but not the others. EXCELLENT!
As to Steve Aswell…..Dagnabit it, I'm still working on that part.
To "Creed22", regarding Sabretooth's manner of clothing; in chapter 11# I mention that he's still in his 'furs' and so far he hasn't changed. I'm sure some of the X-men are going to try to rectify that now that he's been at the school for a few days.
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CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE:
An Angry Ice-Boy and a Training Announcement
BOBBY DRAKE
Angerily, Bobby Drake (alias 'Ice-Man' and one of the newer X-men) paced in his dorm-room, a scowl sketched on his handsome 'boy-next-door' face, clenching and releasing his fists over and over while his room-mate, Mike, watched warily.
"Dude, you need to calm down." Mike said cautiously, the book 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix' opened on his lap. Seeing as how Mike couldn't hold even so much as a calculator without it exploding, he tended to stick to non-electronical forms of entertainment.
Bobby took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then glared. "What was she THINKING!?" he demanded.
Mike shrugged. "She who?" he asked, even though he knew perfectly well who Bobby was talking about. 'She' could only be the striped-haired Rogue.
"ROGUE!" Bobby almost yelled, confirming Mikes suspicions.
Mike shrugged. "I dunno, man. She's a girl." He said the last bit as a statement, as if it explained everything. After all, in Mikes mind, what guy (except maybe the Professor who could read minds) could ever really understand a girls mind.
Bobby acted as if he hadn't even heard the reply, and maybe he didn't, so caught up in his rage. "SABRETOOTH! The guy, no, that ANIMAL, KIDNAPPED her and shoved her onto Magnetos machine! WHAT was she doing eating lunch at the same table as him and that new girl!?"
Mike shrugged, venturing a comment. "I don't have the answers, man." When he realized that the ice-mutant STILL hadn't heard a word he said, Mike gave it up as a bad job and just continued reading.
"He's an ANIMAL! Still in those stupid, smelly furs, hasn't he ever heard of a SHOWER!? And WHY on earth does Rogue feel like she has to do everything Logan says!? I mean, I know he's a teacher, but it's not like he's a REAL teacher or anything! Someone needs to step up and stop him…..and Sabretooth…..for the good of the school."
If Mike had still been paying attention, he would have been worried…very worried. Infact, he might have even gone and told Logan or the Professor, but he had already tuned out Bobby Drakes rant, more intent on Harry and Hermione attempting to turn creatures invisible;
'…..Harry found the Vanishing Spells horribly difficult. By the end of a double period, neither he nor Ron had managed to vanish the snails on which they were practicing, though Ron said hopefully that he thought his looked a bit paler…..'
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VICTOR CREED
Victor had just begun hustling his mate and cub down to the cafeteria for a late breakfast when he caught the scents of two people who were DEFINITELY on the bottom of his 'to-see' list; the knife-throwing rabbit and the stupid Frenchman.
He gave a low, annoyed growl at the thought of having to deal with the two of them along with everything else, then rubbed Roddys back gently when his growl startled him and caught his mates elbow before she tripped on the carpet.
Cassie gave him a wary, suspicious look, but Roddy beat her to the punch. "What's wrong, Vik-tor?"
"Nothin' fer you ta worry about, cub." Victor soothed, he then arched an eyebrow at his mate. "Don't you watch where yer going, frail?"
Cassie huffed at him. "Yes."
"I don't think you do." Victor growled in contradiction "otherwise ya wouldn't fall so much." Victor lifted Roddy from his usual morning seat onto of 'the Sabretooths' (his) shoulders and set him gently on the ground. "Now, listen up, cub. I'm trusting you with a very important job here. Ya see that table all the way over there by the wall?"
Roddy nodded a yes.
"I'm trusting you ta get yer Ma to that table without her falling over her own feet. Do ya think you can do that, cub?"
Roddy puffed up his chest, full of his own importance of getting such an important 'job' while Cassie gaped at the two of them, unsure as to whether she should be mad at Victor for setting her up as Roddys Mum or just go 'Awwwww!`
She settled for annoyed amusement.
"Good cub." Victor praised, patting Roddy on the back. "Now get to it while I get you guys some grub." He gave Cassie a totally male smirk as Roddy took her hand, prompting her to aim at half-hearted kick at Victors shins.
The feral only chuckled throatily and headed for the buffet, frowning at the amount of meat. He had just hunted and cured the deer and one heck've a bear yesterday! How had the supplies gone so fast!
Then he remembered the amount of students and grumbled to himself, half-disgusted half worried. "I can't believe this! How the cubs have survived this long is a mystery! And why on earth do I even care!?"
But he cared…..
…..and it both frightened, disgusted, and awed him.
Within the space of three-maybe four days (he wasn't all together certain to be honest) he had gone from being almost completely animal to having a mate, a cub, and an entire pack full of cubs in a school that he was taking over! It baffled him, now that he thought about it, how quickly he had fallen into the role of provider for such a large pack. Of course, he had done the same with Jimmy, but that was JIMMY, he was BLOOD. None of the cubs here were blood, as far as he could tell…..well…they were now.
He pushed the musings back to the back of his head for the end of the day and instead focused on picking the best foods for his mate, getting a huge platter for himself before walking over to the table where his cub was sitting proudly on his mates lap, looking for all the world like a conqueror. He couldn't fight the smirk pulling on his lips.
He sat down next to his mate then promptly pulled both her and the cub onto his lap making her 'eep' in surprise. He wasn't at ALL happy when the Knife-Throwing Native American and the Frenchman joined the table quickly, though Jimmy and his pack were welcome.
Victor gave a warning growl to the new-comers before starting in on his meat.
"You okay, Cat?" Kayla asked her younger sister, eyeing the feral with a look that promised quick violence if needed.
Cassie was blushing beet-red. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Eat." Victor ordered gruffly, then looked to his little brother. "You and I've got a lot ta do today, Jimmy."
Logan arched an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" his fork paused midway to his mouth. "Like what?"
"Training." Victor grunted with a maniacal grin.
Logans grin stretched slowly across his face, looking almost as crazy as his brother. "Training, huh."
"Yeah. Put that Danger-Room of yours ta good use."
Bunny looked intrigued. "Danger room?"
"Yeah, it's kind of like a simulation room." Jubilee put in eagerly. "It teaches us how to fight and we go up against all sorts of fake enemies." She then shuddered exaggeratedly. "It can hurt like heck, though. Especially when Wolvies at the controls."
'Wolvie' huffed. "If I'm not tough on ya in real life you can bet real life will beat you up, Jubes."
"Sounds interesting." Bunny said, smiling at her younger sister. "Wanna give it a shot cat?"
Victor aimed a deadly growl at his mates older-sister. "Like hell she is."
"Under controlled settings, it could be helpful." Steve said calmly, watching Victor like a hawk.
Victor looked at the blonde-frenchman as if he had just found out he was a half-wit. "I thought you knew the woman you claim as a little sister, the frail can't even shave her legs without hurting herself!"
Both Rogue and Logan snorted, Bunny laughed and Cassie snarled. "Geez, guys! I CAN do stuff you know!"
"We know, Cat." Bunny said soothingly, patting her head. "Well, at least I know. You're a great artist, you can write, play piano, you just can't go anywhere without getting into trouble, that's all. That's why you've got me."
"That's why she's got ME." Victor countered with another strong growl. HE was now his mates alpha and it was time these two new-comers learned that.
"The jury's still out on that one." Bunny grumbled and Logan quickly interrupted before another knife fight could happen.
"Yeah, sure. Danger room. When."
"As soon as we finish eating and I get the frail and my cub settled in."
"She has a name, you know." Steve said coldly.
"Don't push it, Frenchie." Victor growled dangerously.
Steve did not look amused.
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VOCABULARY:
MANICIAL: adj. having or showing mania; wildly insane (maniacal laughter)
MANIA: ^ n. mental illness in which a person acts or talks in a wild way.
INTRIGUED: v.2. To stir up the interest of; make curious; fascinate
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CITATIONS:
Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. 5. New York: Scholastic, 2003. 257. Print.