Date: Wed, 01 Jun 2005 19:55:36 -0400 From: michael lemley Subject: Generation X 2 Disclaimer- X-Men is a registered trademark of Marvel Entertainment Studios and this is just a work of fiction and fantasy...if it is illegal for you to view sexual or homosexual stuff go away. Generation-X by Michael Johnson TORTURE ROOM For once in his life, Chad had a glimmer of hope. He knew that he was most likely going to see freedom. He looked at the two women and studied their appearances. The one on the left was white with auburn hair. She wore a tight-fitting uniform with a huge X on the front. . The other woman was black with white hair and blue eyes. Chad covered his body with his blue wings and sat up. The white-haired woman came up to him cautiously. "My name is Orroro Munroe. This is my friend, Dr. Jean Grey-Summers. We are here to help you. Are you alright?" She spoke with a voice like velvet. He knew she had to be one of the "good guys". The other woman came up to him and kneeled down. "Who did this to you?" "His name is Mezmero. He's dangerous, you shouldn't be here." Chad told them. Jean looked at Storm and telepathically said, Storm put her hand out to Chad, "Let me help you up." Chad grabbed her hand and pulled himself up. "Lean on me." Storm said. With that, she helped him walk out of the torture room. Jean walked behind them. THE BLACKBIRD When they got to the jet, Jean buckled him in. "What's your name, sweetie?" "Chad" "Well, Chad, you are safe now. You never have to worry about Mezmero again. We are taking you to a place where you can just be yourself in a safe and calm environment." And with that, she went to the co-pilot's chair and strapped herself in. Storm punched in the launch sequence and they were in the air. The trip to the "safe haven" was a surprisingly short one. When they landed in the hangar, the seat belts automatically opened and Chad stood up. He walked into the Blackbird's hangar and had to take a step back. It was filled with the brightest light he had ever seen. He followed the women to an elevator and then up to an office. Jean knocked once on the door and a man's voice said "Please, come in." THE WELCOME The office walls were dark mahogany wood. An older man sat in a wheel chair behind a mahogany desk. "Chad, good morning and welcome to the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. I am Professor Charles Xavier. I would like to extend my most humble greetings. Now, you need to meet the staff." People began filing in. Chad watched in amazement as all sorts of people walked in the door. He knew that he wasn't one of a kind. When everyone had entered the office, Xavier started talking again. As he said each faculty member's name, they waved and gave them a warm smile. "Scott Summers, Dr. Hank McCoy, Orroro Munroe, Jean Grey, Logan, Rogue, and Remy LeBeau." Xavier handed Chad a card and a map. He gave Storm a slight nod and she got up. "Orroro will show you to your room." Chad walked out first followed by his "tour guide". "You won't be assigned classes for several days, so I won't show you the Class Rooms. Besides, that's Scott's job." She remained quiet for several minutes but then said in a low tone, "What was it like on that island?" Memories filled Chad's mind and tears filled his eyes. He quickly wiped them away. Storm felt bad for asking and wrapped him in a warm embrace, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "It's alright," he said, "It was like a hell on earth. Mezmero owned me and made sure I knew it. I hate him and I hate that dammed island." "I want you to know, if you ever want to just sit down and talk, I am always available to you." Storm said and then wiped a tear that was falling down Chad's face. She placed her hand on his back between where his magnificent wings connected to his back. They arrived to the room that he was going to stay in, Chad couldn't help but notice that it was arranged differently than the ones that he looked in when the door was open. The bed was larger than the ones that he had seen. There was only one bed in contrast to the two and three that he had seen in other rooms. "You will be the only one in this room, I hope you don't mind. The professor thought that since you have that whole past problem..." Her voice trailed off because she couldn't think of how to finish that sentence without hurting his feelings. "You mean he doesn't believe that I can integrate with fellow students well?" Chad asked with a hurt tone of voice. "No, it's not that at all. He just thinks that you might just want to be alone, you understand?" "Yeah," he sighed. This was going to be a major change. He had never been with more than two people in a building at a time. How was he going to cope with an entire school of people? He had a fear of crowds and loud noises. He would have to work on that. "You have your own bathroom and everything. You've missed supper; do you want to follow me to the kitchen?" Storm asked. "Sure, but can I put some clothes on? My wings are starting to cramp in this position." Chad said with a grin. Storm laughed, "Yeah, I completely forgot. There are some custom tailored clothes in your dresser. I will wait outside." She said then walked out closing the door behind her. Chad opened his dresser and was surprised to see that Storm was right. On the shirts, there were elastic bands in the back that would allow his wings to go through. He chose a blue shirt that was tight enough to accent his toned body. He pulled out a pair of Wranglers and some boxers and put them on his naked body. When he finished dressing, he went out side and found Storm waiting, just like she promised. He was excited to see that in freedom, people kept their promises. Storm began walking and Chad followed. MEANWILE IN XAVIER'S OFFICE "I want you to know, when you begin teaching him, go easy, especially you, Logan." Xavier said looking at the gruff man in the back. "Don't worry, pops. I can tell that he's been through hell. It is written all over his face." Logan said. "I fear that he has several different phobias as well as post-traumatic stress disorder. He emanated a horrific past. Did a quick mind scan on him. I am going to call Angel back here from the school in Florida and help him get used to flying. We need to make this transition as smooth as possible. Jean, I want you and Orroro to be his mentors. Make yourselves available for him to talk. We need him to open up. I fear that this Mezmero is a formidable enemy." So how did you like? I forgot to put my little end note at the bottom of the first one. Give me some feedback at mdldude@walla.com! I can't wait to hear from you!