Date: Sun, 03 Apr 2005 12:47:35 +1000 From: Scooby Doo Subject: story_of_a_vengeful_mutant_1 Remember the usual stuff like if you aren't able to read this material for any reason don't and the x-men characters and all other stuff relating to x-men belong to Marvel and not me. About me: I am a teen still going to school and I live in Australia near a little town near Brisbane- the capital of Queensland. -**-__-**-__-**-**-__-**-__-**-**-__-**-__-**-**-__-**- Before I begin this story I would like to say that this is the first story I have published on Nifty and if you would like to make a comment be it good or bad please do so. And if you have any suggestions for future chapters please send an e-mail to darryl_dee@hotamil.com or to gays_r_us@hotmail.com . I use both of them quiet frequently so it dose not matter which one you send it to. a Ok. This story is based on James Frost. A character I made up. He is 5'8" tall and has pale skin (rather like Page off of Charmed) blond hair. Only a little tressure trail from his belly button to his slightly darker pubic hair (compared to his head hair.). He has a 7-1/2" thick, cut cock. He is fairly thin but has a slightly defined stomach, swimmers build. His nipples are a light pink colour and he has well kept hair and nails. His hair is a short-back-and-sides and quiet short. He dose not have a defining eye colour because they change with his mood. On of his mutations. Most of the time they are a piercing blue colour. Warning: this is not a story with a sex scene in every chapter. Now for the story! -**-__-**-__-**-**-__-**-__-**-**-__-**-__-**-**-__-**- the_story_of_a_vengeful_mutant_1 Chapter 1: Mum? It was raining out side the cab. I was in. I was headed to Brittan's only school for mutants. The head mistress was my mother Emma Frost. I was soon to learn why. "My name is James Frost. How do you do? I am your son!" "No that wont work" I said to my self as I practiced what I was going to say to my mother when I met her. As I was in the cab I reflected over my life. I was a mutant. A gay one. I was also an assassin for hire. I had the mutation of telepathy and I could make illusions. I could also steel a mutant's power by looking them in the eye. I also had slight telekinesis. Nothing like the phoenix. I heard about her on one of my jobs. She was a mutant with enough power to destroy he earth. All I could do with my telekinesis is levitate for a little bit and lift light objects. Which came in handy on my jobs when I couldn't kill my opponents with my telepathy. I was fairly skilled in hand to hand combat. I had decided to keep my past to my self and just say that I had my memory wiped when I fell of a cliff or something. I needed to start a new life. I was only 16 and I had been an assassin since I was 13. 3 years of killing as your occupation really fucks you up in the head. You become very paranoid. And suspicious or everyone around you. Always looking over your shoulder. Luckily I could make my self look different in people's heads due to the fact I could create illusions. As the cab pulled into the driveway of the school I could feel someone trying to get in my head using telepathy to find out who I was. I quickly blocked them out. I quickly scanned the area for danger. There was none. But there was a lady at the door to the school. She was a skilled telepath I could tell. As the cab pulled away I was about to knock on the door when the same lady I sensed before opened it. she was a short lady with Japanese features with purple hair. Not a radical purple but a purple that suited her. "Who are you?" she demanded. "Oh sorry. How rude of me. My name is James Frost and I am here to see Emma Frost." "what is your business with her?" the lady said in her pompous British accent. Just then I saw a lady dressed all in white with long blond hair and the same colour eyes as I have. A piercing blue. "MUM?!?" I pushed passed the lady at the door out of the way. Then I felt her grab my arm and pull me back. I than flipped backwards and her grip lightened then I grabbed her neck and pushed her against the wall and with my strength and a bit of telekinesis I lifted her off the ground nearly chocking her. "Don't try that again" I said to her as her right fist started to glow a purple colour. "Enough!" I head the lady in white say. "Betsy. Put it away. You! Put her down! NOW!" she directed the last part at me with a tone so harsh it would make a pro wrestler cry. I did as she said. "what do you want" she than said. "ah, sorry about chocking you." I said under my breath so that only `Betsy' (as she was called) could hear me. "Um. This is a little awkward but are you Emma Frost?" "Yes, why?" "Well, you are my mother!" "I am sorry but I do not have a son." "But you have to be my mother. You are Emma Frost. The telepath. I am your son. I am also a telepath." "is that why you could block me out of your mind earlier?" "yeah." "well we will see if you are correct in the morning with a DNA match. Come with me. Betsy in my absence I want you to look after the school." "as you wish. But may I add that this is absolutely preposterous. You know you never had a son. How could you believe him" "Betsy! This is not the time! James, come with me." She lead me up the stairs to a secret passageway which lead to a hanger. She told me to get in the jet and we would fly to Xavier's institute for gifted youngsters. As we got in the jet asked for verification. "Emma Frost" than she punched in a code in a panel on the wall of the jet and the engine automatically started up and the ground above opened up. "WOW!!" was all I could say. "now if you say who you say you are... Hank will prove it." The jet took off into the sky. Emma instructed me to get some sleep as there would be nothing outside for me to see except sea. In response to that I said "I would rather talk. Is that ok?" "suite your self." "who was that lady back there?" I asked "her name is Betsy Braddok. She is a gifted telepath and can create psionic knives and stun, comatose or even kill her opponents with them. She also goes by the code name `Psylock'. Back there in the school you demonstrated very good fighting abilities. You could render Betsy unconscious if you wanted to. How do you posses those matial arts abilities?" I wanted so badly to tell her that I was an assassin but I decided not to. "see I am an assassin." I thought. "you are a what?!?" "umm an assassin. I have been since I was 13" "but you are only 15, 16, 17 at tops. Why did you do that" as she was saying this I could tell she was sending a telepathic message out to someone she thought. I heard another voice in her head. She than rambled off numbers and letters to him. I decided to block out any telepaths that might try to get in my mind. Scene as she could communicate with this `Charles' guy, he must be a pretty good telepath. We were silent for about half an hour when I heard this noise right out side my window. I saw a jet with a bald man and a lady with long red hair in it. then out of no wear I sore a black woman with silver white hair in front of the jet I was in just flying. Our jet stoped completely. I sore a man's and a woman's head in front of us. I turned to look out the window and sore the man and the woman looking at me but their heads were in front of me as well? I thought "true" I heard the man say but it was not in my head. I didn't understand what was happening. Then I could feel my eyes getting very heavy and then I was unconscious. Well what do you guys think? This is only my first go so send all comments to darryl_dee@hotmail.com or to gays_r_us@hotmail.com Thanks for reading.