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Luna Lovegood
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Location: in a double decker bus... |
 X-men FanFic
Feel free to post reviews and commnets - but don't flame, my Muse is fragile!
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genral zink
Keeper of the Jello
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Location: on my big space ship |
Fragile Muse?
Well, post the story.
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Location: in a double decker bus... |
BE AWARE!!! Strong Language.
Gotta Be Quicker Than That…
“You’ve gotta be quicker than that…”
He whirled around. He thought he’d lost her two streets ago! He flew down the only exit available to him – and realised his mistake too late.
Dead end!
A sinister laugh came from the opening of the alley. The girl was walking towards him. Slowly, so slowly, she began to clap her hands, a sound even worse than the laugh. Desperate, he searched for a way out. Any way out.
She’d stopped clapping.
Terrified, he turned to face her.
“Now, the way I see it, you got two choices, Rich Boy. You can give me your wallet, your cell phone and, oh yeah, the flashy watch too, or…”
She paused.
“What… what’s the other way?”
Her voice changed from playful to dangerous. “You don’t wanna find that out. Trust me.”
There! A ladder to the upper levels! He grasped for it, his hopes rising… when she grabbed his shoulder, pulled him down and slugged him across the face.
“That’s the other way,” she told his unconscious body.
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Jimmy was tired. Join the force, they’d said. Be a Man, they’d said. Do good for the Community, they’d said. Well, they’d never said anything about patrolling in the freezing rain, through the worst part of town, in the middle of the night…
Wait a sec! There was one of those punk kids, the ones with all the attitude. Thought they could cheat the law, did they? He’d deal with her…
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The watch was better standard than she’d thought. Bloody hard to get off as well…
* Click *
“PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!”
Turning, she raised her arms, dropping the Rolex as she did so.
“I am arresting you on a charge of assault.” The cop strode towards her, his partner wheezing by his side.
“You have the right to remain silent…” The younger cop grabbed one of her arms, wrenching it around in its socket.
That. Was. IT!
With her free arm, she elbowed the ageing cop in the stomach, then punched the other in the face, already running as they fell.
The last thing they saw before losing consciousness was the teenage girl, sparking tiny flames as she turned the corner…
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“…the mutant is still at large, and is to be considered highly dangerous. DO NOT APPROACH. If seen, contact the police immediately with all details…”
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Sparks stomped through the town centre. She couldn’t believe she’d been chucked out of the Box – maybe she should’ve been happy with the one lift, instead of going back to the club for more.
“The mutant is incredibly strong and much faster than any human.”
Her head snapped up. She stared at the TV in the shop window with total amazement. The smarmy bastard had reported the attack! And there, for the whole of New York City to see, was her face, glaring back from the screen. Of course, the artist had gone far over the top, giving her feathers for hair, and flames rolling off her clothes. Still, it was recognizably her.
She had to get out of here!
Fast.
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“Pass it here! Pass it here!”
“He shoots…”
“And the ball goes flying over the wall. Great.”
“I’ll get it, I’ll get it…”
Quickly teleporting to the other side of the wall, he began pulling back branches and leaves, in a vain attempt to find their one and only basketball. Pulling on one branch, he let it snap back in shock, straight into the now familiar face from the news. Terrified, he vanished.
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Storm dropped her books, startled, when one of her students materialized in front of her.
“What have I told you about using powers out of lesson time…” she began, when she was interrupted by an unstoppable stream of semi-coherent words.
“The Girl’s outside… she… no feathers!.. but she’s in the bushes… and they said she was dangerous… so I came to tell you… what are we gonna do?”
“What girl?” Storm’s eyes widened with sudden understanding. “The girl off the news?”
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Sparks struggled upright. The kid had no doubt run to tell… the place would be swarming within moments. It was too early! She thought she’d have time to escape…
With a resounding crash that made her cling to her head, the gates flew open, and two men came running out. She started to run, but her usual speed was not forthcoming. Working together, the men picked her up, holding feet and arms, completely immobilising her.
Struggling, she hit her head against the stone wall, disorienting her. The men, sensing her current state, quickly manhandled her inside, the doors, rooms and corridors blurring into one seamless journey, while a haze obscured her vision…
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Her eyes opened, just in time to see the door hiss shut behind the two men. She was alone in this windowless, colourless room, full of blinding lights and hard surfaces. Furious, she flung herself at the door, straining to find a way out.
When her futile efforts to open the door only resulted in an aching arm, she slid to the floor in frustration, glaring at the wall.
Suddenly, the door slid open, making Sparks jump. She looked up, but saw no-one there. She sneaked up to the door, and no-one was to be seen in any direction. Lighting a cigarette to steady her nerves, she picked a corridor at random. So intent on getting out of here, she didn’t notice the almost invisible cameras placed at intervals along the wall.
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This was easy! Sparks could see the exit. She sauntered down this final corridor, her hand reaching out for the door handle… when, inexplicably, her hand jerked round and pushed open the door next to it.
“Hello, Edele.”
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Confronted with this red-headed, glaring girl from the streets for the first time, Xavier wasn’t surprised the police had accused her of mugging. The children of the streets often resorted to desperate measures in desperate times, and, by the looks of things, this one hadn’t eaten in days.
“Do sit down.”
“My name is Sparks.”
“As you wish. My name is Professor Xavier. Sit down, Edele, do. And have some food.”
She looked as if she was about to protest again, yet decided against it as he uncovered the tray of steaming hot food. Discarding any arguments as a waste of eating time, she sat down, and began to devour everything in front of her.
As she stuffed forkful after forkful in her mouth, the Professor leaned back in his chair to look at her. The long, red-blonde hair, full of tangles and one or two leaves was long due a wash, and the long black coat was so old as to seem brown. The baggy blue jeans seemed far too long for her, but seemed to have had plenty of wear already – they were full of rips and holes. Using her hands to make sure she didn’t miss any scrap of food, she ripped off a chunk of bread and raised it to her lips before raising her eyes and realising his silent scrutiny. She raised her eyebrows, stuck out her tongue and wolfed down the remains of the meal. As if to prove a point, she lifted up her legs to put her feet on the desk, revealing big, black boots to complete the image.
When he gave the feet a pointed look, she slowly removed them, looked at him and sighed.
“Watcha want, mister?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Well, most people won’t feed up a street brat like me for free. You must want somethin’. What is it? A robbery, some dirt on a top notch, protection? Whatever it is, if I can’t give it to ya, I know someone who knows who can.”
“Edele – “
“Sparks.”
“Sparks… I don’t want anything from you… you’re obviously starving, and I just want to see you well-fed for once.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, well, a year ago, when things weren’t so harsh, I woulda said I don’t take charity. Now, though… I know betta.”
The Professor sighed. “How would you like to stay here? We take in plenty of mutants as badly off as yourself…”
“I can take care of m’self…”
“I thought you said you knew better…”
Sparks looked into the man’s eyes. Having made dealings with many of the mean guys on the streets, she knew what to look out for. This guy… this guy didn’t have any of them. All she could see in his eyes was compassion, and a genuine desire to lift her from the slums of New York…
“All right, then. I accept yore gen’rous offer…”
He smiled.
“But…” she added, archly.
“Yes…”
“I ain’t stayin’ here without my kids…”
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Location: in a double decker bus... |
It wouldn't all fit in one post... heres the last part...
Logan slammed the parking brake on, giving a sideways glare at the girl that had forced him to come down to this shady part of town. She grinned back at him, knowing full well what that look was for.
“If it makes you feel better, I can guarantee that no-one’s gonna nick this car…”
“How the hell can you do that?”
“Easy…”
She stepped out of the car and bent down by the wheel on the driver’s side.
“You might need to replace the hubcap once we’re gone…”
Reaching into her jacket and pulling out a knife that would have been automatically confiscated had the Professor known about it, she scratched something in the middle of the metal. She stood back, admiring her handiwork, as Logan pulled himself out of the car and slammed the door.
He looked at the smirk on her face and said, “You do know that you’re gonna be the one explaining this to Cyclops…”
Logan tilted his head to one side for a better look at the wheel. “What is that?”
“It’s my gangs symbol. The F cut through by an S stands for the Freak Show. We’re a gang of mutants. Powers really give you the edge out here…”
Logan grimaced and followed the girl as she strode up an alley.
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The three girls jumped up as the door was thrown open and tensed when they saw the imposing man before them.
“It’s ok, he’s with me.”
Sparks swooped in, sweeping up the youngest of the girls in her arms.
“Pack your stuff, we’re leaving. I’ve found us new digs.”
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Logan threw the last bag in the trunk as a scream of rage split the air from the room upstairs.
“Sparks, where the **** are you?”
The two girls already in the car shivered in fear at the sound of that voice.
Logan saw Sparks shut her eyes and place the girl in her arms on the back seat. She shut the door, quietly, and began to walk towards the building.
Logan spun her around to face him. “What the hell are you doing?” he hissed.
She smiled. “Someone’s gotta keep Snake happy. Don’t worry.” She looked at the three girls in the back of the car. “Take care of my girls.”
Logan tightened his grip on her arm. “Get in the car.”
“You don’t understand… He’s stronger than you, stronger than me… If he comes down and finds you trying to leave with his only source of cash… You won’t make it to the end of the street.”
More thuds were heard from above, then the sound of a door slamming.
She turned her eyes to Logan. “He’s coming.” She wrenched the car door open, and narrowed her eyes. “Now, get them out of here.”
Logan let go of her arm, and turned to climb into the car. He turned his head to look at her and said, “We’ll be back. You won’t have to stay with him forever.”
She smiled, turned, and ran back into the building.
Logan took one last look at the door as it slammed behind her, then got in the car, switched on the ignition and drove away.
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The X-men looked around the small, dirty, deserted room. It had been completely stripped of anything of value, and the only inhabitants now were a couple of forlorn cockroaches. Frustrated, Logan slammed the door as they walked away.
Jean turned to look at him. “It wasn’t your fault, Logan. We can’t save every mutant.”
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Location: in a double decker bus... |
2nd chapter is unfinished as yet... do you even want it?
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Location: in a double decker bus... |
Btw, all of the above is ONE chapter...
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Jun 8th, 2003 06:54 PM |
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Location: in a double decker bus... |
Someone review?
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Jun 8th, 2003 07:46 PM |
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Ushgarak
Paladin
 Gender: Male
Location: Chelmsford, Essex, UK Co-Admin |
It's good. Jumps around a lot early on but it is good!
Only thing is, from what I know of Logan he would actually HAVE to be beaten by something before he backed out of a fight, doubly so a fight to save a girl. He would have had a crack at that Snake guy. he's pretty hard, after alL!
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"You've never had any TINY bit of sex, have you?"
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Jun 9th, 2003 02:32 PM |
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Location: in a double decker bus... |
It jumps cos I kinda go for the visual effect... I could never make a movie, so I try and interpret it in words... I fail, which is why my siggy quote so is me!
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Jun 9th, 2003 05:51 PM |
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finally read it too, hey, I do keep my promises 
I'm not good at X-men, but I liked it 
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Jun 9th, 2003 05:56 PM |
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BlackScorpion
Black Velvet Demon
 Gender: Unspecified
Location: The Void |
Nice story, I must say I'm curious about the second chapter and (you might guess it) I'm still hoping for Gambit to show up in the story. Of the record, well written. I myself write little stories too (place them in Elfwood), but I don't get the hang of the story-language, you do.
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"Y'all shouldn't mess with Gambit, I got a deck of cards with your name on it.."
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Jun 9th, 2003 06:01 PM |
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Location: in a double decker bus... |
Post 'em Scorpy!! 2nd chappie is incomplete, and I'm open to ideas of how to progress! I will def have to work Gambit in - I know how muchly you are obsessive about him! If he's in the next movie, you might get your plushie after all...
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Jun 9th, 2003 06:10 PM |
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BlackScorpion
Black Velvet Demon
Gender: Unspecified
Location: The Void |
*cheers and runs around like a crazy chicken without a head*
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"Y'all shouldn't mess with Gambit, I got a deck of cards with your name on it.."
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Jun 9th, 2003 06:20 PM |
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Location: in a double decker bus... |
*rolls around on the floor laughing*
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Jun 9th, 2003 06:26 PM |
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REXXXX
Networking
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Location: San Diego Moderator |
Very good Phoenix. Very good indeed.
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Location: in a double decker bus... |
Chapter One redone, chapter two new! posting... NOW!
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Jun 15th, 2003 06:03 PM |
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Location: in a double decker bus... |
Gotta Be Quicker Than That…
“You’ve gotta be quicker than that…”
He whirled around. He thought he’d lost her two streets ago! He flew down the only exit available to him – and realised his mistake too late.
Dead end!
A sinister laugh came from the opening of the alley. The girl was walking towards him. Slowly, so slowly, she began to clap her hands, a sound even worse than the laugh. Desperate, he searched for a way out. Any way out.
She’d stopped clapping.
Terrified, he turned to face her.
“Now, the way I see it, you got two choices, Rich Boy. You can give me your wallet, your cell phone and, oh yeah, the flashy watch too, or…”
She paused.
“What… what’s the other way?”
Her voice changed from playful to dangerous. “You don’t wanna find that out. Trust me.”
There! A ladder to the upper levels! He grasped for it, his hopes rising… when she grabbed his shoulder, pulled him down and slugged him across the face.
“That’s the other way,” she told his unconscious body.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jimmy was tired. Join the force, they’d said. Be a Man, they’d said. Do good for the Community, they’d said. Well, they’d never said anything about patrolling in the freezing rain, through the worst part of town, in the middle of the night…
Wait a sec! There was one of those punk kids, the ones with all the attitude. Thought they could cheat the law, did they? He’d deal with her…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The watch was better standard than she’d thought. Bloody hard to get off as well…
* Click *
“PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!”
Turning, she raised her arms, dropping the Rolex as she did so.
“I am arresting you on a charge of assault.” The cop strode towards her, his partner wheezing by his side.
“You have the right to remain silent…” The younger cop grabbed one of her arms, wrenching it around in its socket.
That. Was. IT!
With her free arm, she elbowed the ageing cop in the stomach, then punched the other in the face, already running as they fell.
The last thing they saw before losing consciousness was the teenage girl, sparking tiny flames as she turned the corner…
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“…the mutant is still at large, and is to be considered highly dangerous. DO NOT APPROACH. If seen, contact the police immediately with all details…”
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Sparks stomped through the town centre. She couldn’t believe she’d been chucked out of the Box – maybe she should’ve been happy with the one lift, instead of going back to the club for more.
“The mutant is incredibly strong and much faster than any human.”
Her head snapped up. She stared at the TV in the shop window with total amazement. The smarmy bastard had reported the attack! And there, for the whole of New York City to see, was her face, glaring back from the screen. Of course, the artist had gone far over the top, giving her feathers for hair, and flames rolling off her clothes. Still, it was recognizably her.
She had to get out of here!
Fast.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Pass it here! Pass it here!”
“He shoots…”
“And the ball goes flying over the wall. Great.”
“I’ll get it, I’ll get it…”
Quickly teleporting to the other side of the wall, he began pulling back branches and leaves, in a vain attempt to find their one and only basketball. Pulling on one branch, he let it snap back in shock, straight into the now familiar face from the news. Terrified, he vanished.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Storm dropped her books, startled, when one of her students materialized in front of her.
“What have I told you about using powers out of lesson time…” she began, when she was interrupted by an unstoppable stream of semi-coherent words.
“The Girl’s outside… she… no feathers!.. but she’s in the bushes… and they said she was dangerous… so I came to tell you… what are we gonna do?”
“What girl?” Storm’s eyes widened with sudden understanding. “The girl off the news?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sparks struggled upright. The kid had no doubt run to tell… the place would be swarming within moments. It was too early! She thought she’d have time to escape…
With a resounding crash that made her cling to her head, the gates flew open, and two men came running out. She started to run, but her usual speed was not forthcoming. Working together, the men picked her up, holding feet and arms, completely immobilising her.
Struggling, she hit her head against the stone wall, disorienting her. The men, sensing her current state, quickly manhandled her inside, the doors, rooms and corridors blurring into one seamless journey, while a haze obscured her vision…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Her eyes opened, just in time to see the door hiss shut behind the two men. She was alone in this windowless, colourless room, full of blinding lights and hard surfaces. Furious, she flung herself at the door, straining to find a way out.
When her futile efforts to open the door only resulted in an aching arm, she slid to the floor in frustration, glaring at the wall.
Suddenly, the door slid open, making Sparks jump. She looked up, but saw no-one there. She sneaked up to the door, and no-one was to be seen in any direction. Lighting a cigarette to steady her nerves, she picked a corridor at random. So intent on getting out of here, she didn’t notice the almost invisible cameras placed at intervals along the wall.
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This was easy! Sparks could see the exit. She sauntered down this final corridor, her hand reaching out for the door handle… when, inexplicably, her hand jerked round and pushed open the door next to it.
“Hello, Edele.”
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Confronted with this red-headed, glaring girl from the streets for the first time, Xavier wasn’t surprised the police had accused her of mugging. The children of the streets often resorted to desperate measures in desperate times, and, by the looks of things, this one hadn’t eaten in days.
“Do sit down.”
“My name is Sparks.”
“As you wish. My name is Professor Xavier. Sit down, Edele, do. And have some food.”
She looked as if she was about to protest again, yet decided against it as he uncovered the tray of steaming hot food. Discarding any arguments as a waste of eating time, she sat down, and began to devour everything in front of her.
As she stuffed forkful after forkful in her mouth, the Professor leaned back in his chair to look at her. The long, red-blonde hair, full of tangles and one or two leaves was long due a wash, and the long black coat was so old as to seem brown. The baggy blue jeans seemed far too long for her, but seemed to have had plenty of wear already – they were full of rips and holes. Using her hands to make sure she didn’t miss any scrap of food, she ripped off a chunk of bread and raised it to her lips before raising her eyes and realising his silent scrutiny. She raised her eyebrows, stuck out her tongue and wolfed down the remains of the meal. As if to prove a point, she lifted up her legs to put her feet on the desk, revealing big, black boots to complete the image.
When he gave the feet a pointed look, she slowly removed them, looked at him and sighed.
“Watcha want, mister?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Well, most people won’t feed up a street brat like me for free. You must want somethin’. What is it? A robbery, some dirt on a top notch, protection? Whatever it is, if I can’t give it to ya, I know someone who knows who can.”
“Edele – “
“Sparks.”
“Sparks… I don’t want anything from you… you’re obviously starving, and I just want to see you well-fed for once.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, well, a year ago, when things weren’t so harsh, I woulda said I don’t take charity. Now, though… I know betta.”
The Professor sighed. “How would you like to stay here? We take in plenty of mutants as badly off as yourself…”
“I can take care of m’self…”
“I thought you said you knew better…”
Sparks looked into the man’s eyes. Having made dealings with many of the mean guys on the streets, she knew what to look out for. This guy… this guy didn’t have any of them. All she could see in his eyes was compassion, and a genuine desire to lift her from the slums of New York…
“All right, then. I accept yore gen’rous offer…”
He smiled.
“But…” she added, archly.
“Yes…”
“I ain’t stayin’ here without my kids…”
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
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Logan slammed the parking brake on, giving a sideways glare at the girl that had forced him to come down to this shady part of town. She grinned back at him, knowing full well what that look was for.
“If it makes you feel better, I can guarantee that no-one’s gonna nick this car…”
“How the hell can you do that?”
“Easy…”
She stepped out of the car and bent down by the wheel on the driver’s side.
“You might need to replace the hubcap once we’re gone…”
Reaching into her jacket and pulling out a knife that would have been automatically confiscated had the Professor known about it, she scratched something in the middle of the metal. She stood back, admiring her handiwork, as Logan pulled himself out of the car and slammed the door.
He looked at the smirk on her face and said, “You do know that you’re gonna be the one explaining this to Cyclops…”
Logan tilted his head to one side for a better look at the wheel. “What is that?”
“It’s my gangs symbol. The F cut through by an S stands for the Freak Show. We’re a gang of mutants. Powers really give you the edge out here…”
Logan grimaced and followed the girl as she strode up an alley.
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The three girls jumped up as the door was thrown open and tensed when they saw the imposing man before them.
“It’s ok, he’s with me.”
Sparks swooped in, sweeping up the youngest of the girls in her arms.
“Pack your stuff, we’re leaving. I’ve found us new digs.”
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Logan threw the last bag in the trunk as a scream of rage split the air from the room upstairs.
“Sparks, where the **** are you?”
The two girls already in the car shivered in fear at the sound of that voice.
Logan saw Sparks shut her eyes and place the girl in her arms on the back seat. She shut the door, quietly, and began to walk towards the building.
Logan spun her around to face him. “What the hell are you doing?” he hissed.
She smiled. “Someone’s gotta keep Snake happy. Don’t worry.” She looked at the three girls in the back of the car. “Take care of my girls.”
Logan tightened his grip on her arm. “Get in the car.”
“You don’t understand… He’s stronger than you, stronger than me… If he comes down and finds you trying to leave with his only source of cash… You won’t make it to the end of the street.”
More thuds were heard from above, then the sound of a door slamming.
She turned her eyes to Logan. “He’s coming.” She wrenched the car door open, and narrowed her eyes. “Now, get them out of here.”
When Logan still hesitated, she forcibly shoved him into the seat.
“I can take care of myself, hero. You wouldn’t be any use to me – I’m stronger than you can ever be. I wouldn’t fit in at your precious school – I’m a *****. Now, get the hell outta here before I really get pissed…”
She slammed the door, narrowly missing his fingers. He turned his head to look at her and said, “We’ll be back. You won’t have to stay with him forever.”
She gave an ironic smile and said, “I’d like to believe that.” Without a single backward glance to the car, she turned, and ran back into the building.
Logan took one last look at the door as it slammed behind her, then got in the car, switched on the ignition and drove away.
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The X-men looked around the small, dirty, deserted room. It had been completely stripped of anything of value, and the only inhabitants now were a couple of forlorn cockroaches. Frustrated, Logan slammed the door as they walked away.
Jean turned to look at him. “It wasn’t your fault, Logan. We can’t save every mutant.”
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Phoenix
Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Location: in a double decker bus... |
See Ya Around
“OMG, Tiffany, I can’t believe you danced with that guy… He’s, like, a total geek…”
As the sound of the girls’ voices faded away, a crash could be heard from a cubicle in the girls’ toilets of the Box.
Knocking away the rest of the glass with a nearby branch, Sparks jumped through the hole. The two of them had run out of money two days ago, and there was no way she was going to try another mugging. Checking her appearance in the mirror as she walked past, she glided onto the dance floor, looking for a likely candidate…
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Pyro gazed up at the club’s sign, suddenly not so sure he wanted to do this. But, remembering the words he’d thrown in Bobby’s face about the Iceman’s ‘All American Teenness’, he knew he had to stay out all night, if only to prove his point.
Sneaking in round the back was not pleasant – somebody had obviously already found that too much fun can lead to vomit – yet he hadn’t had the guts to steal money as well as sneak out, so this was the only option available.
As soon as he got inside, he felt better. This was ‘Cocktail Night’, with free drinks on offer, even if they did have dorky names like ‘Sunrise’ and ‘Taste of the Tropics’. After downing a couple of these, he felt more confident even on the tiny drop of alcohol that was all the manager allowed in the freebies.
As he walked out onto the dance floor, he couldn’t help but stop and stare at a girl just walking out from the girls room. He didn’t know why he couldn’t look away – she wasn’t beautiful, with a nose too long to suit her face, and murky green-grey eyes – yet there was something about her that attracted him to her. She looked in his direction, caught his eye and grinned. That grin broke the spell, and he was able to glance away – but not for long. As he looked back at her, she began walking towards him. Before he had a chance to panic about what to say or what to do, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Wanna dance?”
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This was easier than she’d thought! Within 5 seconds of being here, she’d already snared a victim, who was cute into the bargain. As they danced to the slow song that was playing, she slid her hand down his back and into his pocket. He opened his eyes to look at her – did he suspect she was a pickpocket? – so she quickly distracted his attention. With her free hand, she stroked his cheek, and leaned in for a kiss…
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He was in heaven. This girl sure knew how to kiss! Not wanting it to end, he kissed her back, deeply. The sudden silence as the music cut made them both jump back, and his jaw fell in shock as he realised his dance partner was covered in tiny flames…
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Quicker to react than the boy, she was half-way to the door when the first cry of “MUTANT!” began. Already outside, she heard the fight start. Not sure why she didn’t leave him to fend for himself, she leaned back in through the open door, grabbed his hand and pulled him after her. Within a few minutes, the drunken mob was completely lost, and she turned to face him now on the relative safety of the rooftops. Feeling obliged to honesty after that display, she reached into her jacket and handed him back the contents of his pockets.
“Sorry about that. I only wanted to pick your pocket. If I’d know it would have had quite such a… spectacular effect, believe me, I would have picked someone else…”
She walked over to the edge of the roof and swung onto the ladder. She looked at him, unsure of what to do next. She sighed. Why couldn’t she just leave this guy alone? “Come on. I’ll get you home.”
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Pyro didn’t know what to think. This had started out as just a night of fun, then an angry mob had chasd him for three blocks. Now the girl who had caused the mob had just admitted to being a thief, but was now helping him. He jumped down from the ladder and, without even giving him chance to catch his breath, she had hailed a cab and shoved him into it. The guy in the drivers seat saw the girl and grinned. “Complimentary drive tonight?”
“Thanks Joe.” Turning back to Pyro, she said, “He’ll take you wherever you wanna go. My advice – go home. Go to bed and don’t let your parents or whoever find out what went on tonight. People can be a bit funny about their kid getting chased by a mob…”
He grinned, but, as she leaned back out of the cab, he said, “Will I see you again?” then inwardly winced at how stupid that sounded – they hadn’t exactly been on a date!
She laughed. “See ya around,” she said, clicking her fingers at the cabby and slamming the door. It wasn’t until after he’d been driven away that he realised she’d had a flame balancing on the end of her finger as she urged the driver on…
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Scott sat up in bed in frustration. It was too hot! He couldn’t sleep, not in this, so he gave up trying and decided a walk in the gardens might cool him down.
He walked down the corridor towards the stairs when he heard a thump from above him. Now this had to be investigated…
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Sparks inwardly cursed when she slipped from the skylight into the loft. How was she to know the rain had made the frame impossible to hold onto? She brushed herself off, freezing when she saw a dark, shadowy figure at the doorway. Before she had a chance to react, he’d hit something on the wall and she was falling…
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Scott hadn’t hesitated when he’d seen the intruder in the loft. Xavier had just got these installed – time to try them out! He hit a button on the wall, which opened a hole in the floor, leading straight down to the lower levels…
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It seemed she’d been falling down this cushioned tunnel forever… when the end finally appeared… back in the room she’d ended up in the first time she’d come in the mansion.
Not again…
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Pyro looked up from the TV as Scott strode past. Wondering what was up, he followed the taller man. He slammed the opening mechanism for the lift, then looked up at Pyro. After a moment of deliberation, he jerked his head at the lift, a clear invitation for the boy to follow him.
The lift travelled down to the lower levels, and Pyro looked at Scott out of the corner of his eye. Scott gave him a sidelong glance and smiled ruefully. “You wanna know what’s up?”
Pyro silently nodded his head. Scott kept it short and concise. “Intruder. Sent him down below. Gotta see what he is before we decide what to do. You might as well learn some more about the lower levels…”
Pyro grinned. At last, they’d stopped treating him like a little kid…
“Might stop you sneaking down there and breaking something.”
Or maybe not.
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They walked into a tiny, softly lit room. There was only one window, looking onto a white box room. A tiny figure was crumpled on the floor, but, as they watched, it picked itself up and brushed itself down. It was then he realised it was the girl from the other night. She removed her coat, obviously checking for injuries. He put his hand to the glass, and her head snapped up. She dropped the coat in a heap on the floor and slowly walked to the glass, looking puzzled. She put her hand to the glass where his hand was, yet didn’t seem to recognise him or even see him. He looked at Scott. “Can she see me?”
Scott grinned, and Pyro saw him flick a switch marked ‘Two-way system’. She suddenly jumped back, and Scott’s grin widened. “Now she can.”
The girl grinned and gave him a conspiratorial wink. Scott looked at the boy next to him. “Do you know her?”
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Sparks looked up as the door hissed open, and smiled as the two mutants walked into the room. The taller of the two, wearing red shades walked straight up to her, confrontationally.
“Why were you here?” he demanded. As she couldn’t be bothered to make up something, she told the truth.
“Stealing.”
“Why?”
“Hungry.”
“Wait a sec… You’re that street kid we had in a few days ago, aren’t you? I thought you ran off with Snake?”
“Prison. Are you done?”
The man threw up his hands in disgust and walked out the door. She shrugged into her jacket and followed, whispering “Hey, hot stuff,” on her way past to the boy from two nights ago. She stepped out of the door, seeing the guy with the shades waiting for her. She took a cigarette out of her pocket, placed it between her lips and clicked her fingers, causing a tiny flame to flare up on her thumb, which she used to light the ***.
Scott looked at the cigarette. “Looks like you’ve learnt some new tricks.” She grinned and took a drag, exhaling the smoke in a long stream as they began the walk up to the Professor’s office.
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Luna Lovegood
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“Hello again, Edele. It’s been, what, four days? You can’t seem to keep away from us. Your forays seem to have been unsuccessful… what are you really here for?”
Upon seeing her glare, Xavier dismissed John and Scott with a look and turned back to the young girl with a question in his gaze.
She sighed. “Ok, so I came to see my kids. But, y’know, you’ve got decent stuff, I could easily hock it, and which idiot touched Clara?”
Turning to the large crack which encompassed most of the left wall, Professor Xavier gave a slight smile.
“Ah. That would be Mr. Summers. He gets on well with most children. He only steadied her when she was about to fall…”
“She’s a powerful telekinetic who’s powers were brought on by abuse. How’d you think she’d react?”
“Yes, we are aware of their history now. The eldest, Gizmo, filled us in. I must say, Silence is a fascinating case…”
A scream ripped the air. Sparks was already out the door before it ended. Professor Xavier reached the door to see her race up the stairs before she left his field of vision. He hurried to the elevator, wondering what on earth could be wrong…
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Confused, Sparks paused in the corridor, unsure of where the scream had come from. A second scream broke her hesitation – still undecided on which room the screamer was, she began to throw open doors at random, searching until she found what she was looking for.
She stopped in the doorway, shocked at how quickly Silence’s fit had escalated – she was never this bad! Running to the bed, she grabbed the girl’s arms, trying to calm her, then almost dropping them again in disbelief – the arms were covered in the bruises caused by drugs injections! Stunned, she sat back, useless, as a hand was laid on the younger girl’s forehead, and her spasms stilled. She looked up at the Professor, tears shining in her eyes. “Drugs…” she whispered. “That bastard gave her drugs…”
“He panicked…” Sparks jerked at the sound of the voice, and turned to face the speaker, Gizmo. “You weren’t at home, and you can normally calm her down. I tried to stop him, but then he did this…” she held up an arm, showing a scar that reached from the base of her middle finger, and travelled over the back of her hand and up her arm. “He used glass so I couldn’t fry him…”
“I’m gonna kill him…”
Before the Professor could register an shock in the conviction of this statement, his attention was drawn back to the bed by a murmuring from Silence. “What? I thought she never spoke!”
Gizmo raised an eyebrow. “Hence the name. She only speaks when she predicts.”
“Predicts?”
“It’s her mutation,” said Sparks. “She can see the future.”
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