Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2008 08:03:53 +0000
From: thothboi@hotmail.com
Subject: Weaver X: Chapter One.

Xmen is the trademarked property of Marvel, all Marvel Characters are
copyrighted to Marvel, their characters are borrowed, for the purposes of
the story.

This is a work of Gay fiction, containing adult situations between
consenting males.  If you are under the legal age in your country, DO NOT
CONTINUE, otherwise, I hope you enjoy.


WEAVER X

Chapter One: Beginning.

Alex stared at the ground fixedly, ignoring the taunts of
the kids around him.  A whole new school and it had only
taken a couple of weeks for the teasing to begin again.
Hitching his bag up on his shoulder, he pushed his way
into the crowd of teenagers and strode determinedly up
the footpath, away from the school and the seemingly
never-ending stream of insults.

"Well, look what we have here."  Micah Duprey hadn't been
the first to make it his mission to bug Alex, he was
merely the next of a long line of bullies.  "If it isn't
our star scholar and resident book-boy."

Alex ignored him and his faithful gang of petty thugs and
continued down the footpath, trying not to let his
apprehension show.

"What?  Got nothing to say?"  Ryan Miles, Micah's best
friend and partner in crime taunted.  "You had plenty to
say earlier."

Alex hadn't been able to help himself.  He'd seen Micah
and Ryan picking on a pretty first year and without
thinking he'd gone over and distracted them with insults
long enough for the girl to get away.  On reflection,
calling them the slime that covered the bottom of the
gene pool, may not have been the best idea.

As he attempted to walk past them, Micah shoved him back.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"  He snarled,
the distraction Alex had provided at lunch had been very
loud and very public, clearly Micah thought Alex had to
pay a price for his public humiliation.

"If you're going to try and hurt me Micah," Alex looked
up at the slightly larger form of his tormentor,  "Don't
you think it's a better idea to wait until I've gone down
a quiet street where there aren't any witnesses."  Alex
gestured behind him to the heaving mass of students
rushing out of school.  "An assault charge would fuck
your probation right up."

Alex had the pleasure of seeing Micah's face go blank for
a long moment before he stepped aside.  "Don't think that
this is the end of it."  His voice dripped with barely
restrained malice.  "I will get you."

Alex raised an eyebrow and drew his lips back in a thin,
bloodless smile.  "I don't doubt it."  His tone was dry
and he continued up the hill.  He'd only gone a few steps
when pain exploded in his head, staggering, he touched a
hand to the back of his head and drew it back, covered in
blood.

Alex turned to see Micah hefting another rock as his
friends laughed, seconds later, the rock made impact,
slamming into Alex's cheek.  Pain blossomed once more and
darkness began to loom as Alex watched Micah bend over to
pick up yet another rock.

On the edge of darkness, Alex felt something in his mind
snap, it was almost a physical sensation.  Micah
straightened and threw the rock, in an instinctive
reaction Alex hurled up his hand in defence and waited
for the rock to impact, it didn't.  Cautiously he glanced
over at Micah and his friends.  They stood staring at the
rock, halted mid-flight, still hovering in the air.

Alex warily lowered his hand and the rock dropped out of
the air, hitting the footpath with a clatter.  Suddenly
afraid, Alex looked up from the pebble and at Micah, then
ran.

***

Alex slammed opened his front door, breathless from
running.  Quickly he did a check of the house, no-one was
home yet.  He paused to catch his breath, but fear
leaping inside him, like prey caught in a spider's web,
drove him up to his room.  Hurriedly, he emptied his
school bag out on his bed and started to stuff clothes in
it.  He faltered as his hand passed over a picture of he
and his mum, taken in better times, before she'd 'found'
god.  Picking it up, he sat heavily on his bed and let
the tears flow freely, fear and confusion poured out in
bitter saltiness as his gaze shifted from the picture to
his hands.

His hands.  Alex stared at them for a long minute.  He
had felt something, some kind of connection between him
and the floating rock in his hands.  It was why he had
run, had to run.  He shuddered involuntarily and dropped
the picture on the bed, standing he glanced wildly around
his room, seeking anything else he wished to take with
his eyes.  Finding nothing, Alex took one last look at
his plain, unadorned room and left.  There was no room
for a mutant in his mother's house.



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