X-men The New Generation

Headmistress Wyrmwood observed the group with a ragged eye, she had to tell them this, but she couldn't throw them in harm's way for the sake of doing so. "I'm sorry," she looked down at her desk and adjusted an extra headset that had been left wiating, "I think you all need to get some sleep, we have a very important meeting in the morning." She smiled at them, her eyes not sharing the sentiment, and strolled slowly from the office to her own suite.

 

Tim himself was surprised by the reaction that Ms. Wrymwood had given, and he isn't easily surprised. Whatever was to be done within the shadow realm would have to wait, she looked uneasy. The good news about the shadows is that they were weakening, that was a good sign.
"I bid you all a good evening."
With that he disappeared into the shadows going to his normal hangout on the roof of the school. The night was his home, and he was going to stay with it, sleep would have to come later.

 

"Huh? Uh, good night, guys." William left without making much of a fuss. Why did the headmistress call them in just to dismiss them immediately? He arrived to his room. The air conditioner was still on, and the room was freezing. Just as he liked it. He took off his jacket and gloves, and threw himself on the bed, landing on his back. The hacky sack ball was there. He began throwing it upwards and catching it, not planning to sleep, just thinking.

The silence was deafening, with the new silent AC. He needed an iPod.

 

Lliliean moved as if to follow her, but her mind reeled in other directions, and she wasn't sure she could follow all paths at one time. SHe walked out of the room without a word and made her way to her room. She placed her shoes on their rack, her jacket on its hook, and even let her hair down.

And then she climbed onto her bed and crossed her ankles under her knees and laid her hands atop her knees, palms upward. SHe had beeen taught to think back one layer at a time, you may not get all your answers, but all questions will fond their proper waiting place.

Her room was silent and dark, her mind was free to regroup.

 

Mellona woke up in his room, he understood. He knew what had happened. He couldn't remember what happened, which meant if he couldn't remember it happened.

 

Quentin left the meeting unsure of what to do next. There wasn't much of a meeting, it's just that something was eating away at him. He stayed up late with the kid who kept sneaking to the television at night. They watched cartoons, the kid's favorite. Quentin's eyes burned, but he realized he didn't really spend time with the younger kids, so he took the chance to do so now.

He yawned as he identified his problem. It wasn't that symbiote, it was not being part of a cohesive unit. They had some issues to work out, of course, but there was something deeper. Quentin often has visions of his failure, resulting in their death. In said vision, he was the reason for the death of the X-Men, and he can't have that on his conscience.

The television flipped to a wacky commercial that snapped Quentin out of a nightmare. After realizing he was out like a light, he got up and went to bed, clapping a hand on the kid's shoulder.

"T.V. rots your brains, kid."

He went inside his room and unclothed. Hopping on top of his bed, he stared up at the ceiling. The fan spun, giving off an occasional wave of air. He realized he was obsessing over nothing, and closed his eyes, soon falling asleep.

 

Time Advancement​

She had gone to sleep with those images in her head, and they had been there when she awoke. Her first thought was to check with Cerebro, have it deny the visions. But Cerebro told Professor Wyrmwood exactly what she didn't want it to. It was with heavy thoughts that she chose to wake the X-Men before the light of day. She would have to be the one to tell them

"X-Men, please find your way to the meeting room. THere is urgent business at hand."

It was times like this when she missed her mentors, when she needed just one gentle hand on her shoulder telling her the world would not end simply because of her mistakes.

 

The night had been peaceful, this left Tim with his thoughts, one of his thoughts was to wonder about the original x-men, the one he was most intrigued with was night crawler a demon he thought of him. Ocasionally during the night he checked on everyone, but they were either asleep or deep in thought. The shadows last night had given him a bit of a scare, and he felt he needed to guard his teammates.

The sun was slowly rising over the horizon when Ms. Wyrmwood had called. It was times like this that he wished he wasn't on call, that he wasn't a mutant at all, that this dammed lifestyle wouldn't ridicule him in the face during the rising sun. Regrouping himself in his fullest posture he used the dissipating shadows to get into the meeting room. There he found Ms. Wyrmwood, and she looked troubled, this couldn't be good.

"Ms. Wyrmwood, Shadow Psych present and accounted for."

 

"X-Men, please find your way to the meeting room. THere is urgent business at hand."

"Huh!? What?" He looked around his room, to find no one. "Uhg, not again." He'd fallen asleep after a while of thinking. What was the time? His alarm hadn't rung yet. That was even worse than waking him up telepathically. He was being woken up early. Regardless, the call said it was urgent so he had no choice but to go.

He got up, his muscles aching, and he picked up his jacket and gloves, exactly in the same place where he had thrown them. They were cold, but he didn't mind. He got a bit dizzy when he got outside his room, the sudden change in temperature didn't do him well, and the fact that he just woke up didn't help.

Moments later he found himself at the meeting room.

"You called, Ms. Wyrmwood?" He yawned.

 

Mellona had gotten the call, but he didn't want to come. He barely could sleep because he only wondered what he did this time. Why couldn't he not lose control? He'd become another hindrance over and over again.
He had no control, he had no control, he needed control. Mellona sat on his bed, he refused to come.

 

Llilith had never felt anger at a telepathic call, but this one had been most intrusive. She had been working her last thread of questions into its proper place when Wyrmwood's call shattered her concentration. She didn't even slip on her shoes or her jacket, she just walked right out of her room in her jeans and tank, hair flowing.

Will was already there when she entered. She had nothing to say, nothing nice anyway, and so she folded herself back into her meditative stance on one of the tables.

 

Quentin barely had a wink of sleep last night. He woke up cranky and helpless. He put his shoes on and grabbed a shirt, draping it over his shoulder. He walked past the T.V. room to see the kid still there, finally sleeping. Q smiled and pulled a blanket over him before meeting his teammates.

He threw his shirt in his usual chair, yawning and stretching out before taking a seat. Ms. Wyrmwood's mask bore an expression of distress, further killing Q's mood as well. When she's unhappy, he can forget about his happiness. His eyes sunk and his tone was pessimistic. Some of the others were already there, he nodded at them. He couldn't even give Llilith his usual smile.

"Did I hear correctly? Urgent business at hand?"

 

Wyrmwood nodded, "Yes urgent business." She spoke these words to Quentin, but she sent these words to Mellona, "Either physically be here, or I will broadcast it to you anyway. There is no not hearing what I have to say."

She walked over to her own chair and sat in it as a lawyer telling the next of kin would, that grave face that speaks volumes before the words are even spoken. "I want to give people another chance to be here before I continue. Llilith, thoughts are jsut as bad as words in my company." her eyes darted to the girl with a hurt glare.

 

William shuddered. Telepaths could be scary when they tried to.

 

He somewhat was shocked, even in a secluded mind nothing was a secret, so then his thoughts were still revealed.
"Ms. Wyrmwood are you going to tell us the story, or are we having a show and tell?"
His expression was unchanging and above all more than serious

 

Q leaned back in his seat, catching up on a little more rest. His eyes felt as if they were glued shut, and all sounds instantly lowered in volume. As far as Q was concerned, the others could take their time. He wasn't ready for this morning. He threw his shirt over his face to block the lights.

 

Still looking at Llilith, Wyrmwood directed her thoughts to the girl, "Go get Meloona, I don't have time for rebellion right now." Llilith nodded and walked out.

Wyrmwood looked at the three left, "I give them ten minutes tops, then I have to tell you all what I learned..." Her words trailed off and she she turned from them as she searched for the best way to speak her thoughts.


>~ Llilith arrived at Mellona's door and knocked, the door opened on its own, so sh walked in, "Get up, Prof wants us in the meeting room." She walked wover to him and grabbed his arm, "I know you don't like being told what to do, but this isn't the time for arguing. Let's go."

 

(Don't kill me DB, this is just a really bad coincidence :redface

Llilith and Mellona barely entered the room before Wyrmwood began.

"I have to be honest with you all, despite what happened last night, you did your best given the time for preparations. Yes, we are the good guys, but this isn't the movies..." She adjusted in her seat and then decided to simply stand up, pacing could help. "THis isn't the movies and things won't always go our way. At this moment, seventeen news vehicles are heading to one of two venues. The East Police Station, or the West Police Station..."

She sat on her desk and looked each person in the eyes before continuing in a low tone, "I guess you know how this is going to go. We got the decoys, and those men carried out their plans. We tried, you tried hard, but our city is now out of two stations and countless lives. There is no telling the repercussions of these events, not yet. But we have to be prepared because you all have to believe what kind of storm is about to break through upon us mutants.

"Are you all ready to brave this storm?" Not that they would have much of a choice, she had already seen the chaos that went with news like this. There had been that "cure' pandemic before many of their times, and she had seen how it affected the X-men of than generation. Nobody was safe.

 

Mellona was being dragged by Lilith.
"It has nothing to do with someone telling me what to do.....what benefit do you have with me doing the missions with you guys?" Mellona paused, "What purpose?"

 

William was sure he heard that wrong. What did she mean we got the decoys? Since... What? It didn't make any sense. There weren't supposed to be any decoys. It took a couple of minutes for William to lose the confounded expression.

"What? Wh..." He sighed, organized his thoughts, and started over. "What do we do now?"

"Are you all ready to brave this storm?"

That... Not that again. He'd been through someone wanting to 'cure' him twice. First time it had been personal, the second it had been an all out war. He lost whatever excuse for a family he had at the moment. He didn't want to go through it again. But as he was now, an underpowered shadow of the William he once flaunted himself to be, what was the point in trying to hold on to what he had? Not again.

 

This was more than disturbing news, more disturbing than he could of possibly hoped for. Will the past repeat itself? Will there be another war?
After a long deep sigh, Tim spoke,
"Ready and willing Ms. Wyrmwood, what storm do we have to brave?"
No matter what storm they had to brave, Tim himself wasn't sure what was to come of it.

 

Matilda could understand their confusion, it had been hers too, still was hers actually. In the back of her mind, she could already feel the rising tide of fiery thoughts, the swarm of accussations. "The battle ahead of us, Tim, is two-fold. Ignorance, and Chaos. You have to understand that when unexplicable things happen that shock the masses, the masses will turn on the minority. We, dear X-Men, are the moninority." She stood up and walked behind her desk, opening a drawer. "THesee are to be kept on your persons at all times," she laid out little blue rings. "Things are going to happen in the next few days that are going to, that are going to..." She fell into her chair, face in her hands, she couldn't tell them, she couldn't share these images with them. They were just children.

 

A blue ring fell into Tim's hands. He looked at it examining the ring, what it did was as mysterious as himself. Ms. Wyrmwood tried to speak of what was to come, but she couldn't.
"Miss, you have to understand, we're X-Men, you chose us to be X-Men why? Because you know our capabilities, otherwise it would be another band that would be taking our place. Tell us, what is going to happen?"
He wasn't sure if his words would be enough, but he had to say somthing, just this once. As a matter of fact, it was longest sentence he had ever given in a very long time.

 

Will picked up one of the rings, barely looking at it. He had never seen the headmistress in such a state. What was so awful to say that none of us had lived through before? All of us, he thought, in one way or the other, had gone through the rampage of humans in their crusade to exterminate us. That's why they were there; they were rejects, outcasts persecuted for things they couldn't control. His thoughts became clearer. Maybe the headmistress would listen. The detractors and haters would have to pass through our corpses to lay a hand on this school, he thought.

The future looked grim. Will hadn't spoken a word, but he had talked too much. It was time to listen.

 

Matilda tried once more to use her words, speak aloud to comfort them...but her words were failing her. Her mind, her mind would not....

I am sorry to do this to you, but it has to be done.... She opened her mind and forced her thoughts outward, she needed to share this.

"Breaking news, the West and East Police stations were blown up in the night. THe suspects are unknown but-" the television screen goes fuzzy as and then is taken over by static. The picture is eaten whole by the static, but there are images that break through, screams that find thier way to the viewers. "-there is utter-" The anchorwoman falls to the ground, her clothing badly ripped as she attempts to drag herself away from the camera. The entire picture is not as it should be, "-this.....isn't....we....an...chy..." Her final words are little more than syllables, a gutteral scream spans the seconds of silence that follow.

Her screams echo in Ay-Lin's ears as she brandishes her weapon at the hoodlums, "Outta mah store! Out!" She tries to push them back, just far enough to close her security gate, but they over power her. She is pinned to the wall helplessly as first three and then thirty people mill into her cheap gooods store and grab as much as will fit in their hands.

The cries of shattered glass on pavement ring around the nursery, Jenna knew she should have closed early. The children all huddle in a corner screaming as the store fronts to either side of them are looted, gunshots careening through the air. Jenna pulls little Sophia into her lap as they both watch M. Janice shot to the ground right in front of the daycare. "HappyVille Learning Emporium" never intended to teach its charges about death.

Enid can hear the childrens' screams as his car sails through the air, flying over on and then two and then three cars and nose dives into the ashphalt. He hadn't seen the little sports car coming until he was looking into the driver's frightened eyes. Memories of Sunday school flood his thoughts, "Our father, who art in heaven..."

Hallowed be thy name, thy Kingdom come..

"Thy will be done, on Earth, as it is in Heaven. Forgive us this day our sins, as we forgive our tresspassers..." Matilda rocks silently, slowly in her chair as the images flood. What she will not, cannot tell them is that these are the surface, these are the fresh ones. Her words are soft, her eyes are filled with the tears of tragedy. Without looking up, she speaks to them, "We, we are the police now...justice is on our shoulders...."