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Post by roflcopter on Oct 5, 2011 12:19:54 GMT 2
Hatred fuels my blood
It was a beautiful day out in the early afternoon. The sky was clear, with only a few clouds scattered about, but it was enough to provide moving splotches of shade from the sun that warmed the earth to a nice temperature that all could enjoy. A light breeze blew across the area, causing grass to appear as if it was crawling, while leaves on the trees rustled as if they were alive. Small flocks of birds could be seen in the distance, a trademark V shape being formed among all of them as they soared through the sky. There were few souls on earth that could possibly complain about what the day had to offer at the beautiful grounds of the Xavier Institute. However, there was one child who had not had a good as most. Quite the opposite, in fact, as this was the day that the mistreatment had become too much.
I will burn you down
His entire life he was yelled at, insulted, made fun of, abused, all because he didn't understand some things. Rather than trying to explain it or be his friend otherwise, everyone turned against him and made him an outcast. He had just been invited to the Institute for reasons he did not understand, as he had not been told a thing about their machine capable of detecting the X-Gene. Of course, it would have done no good to explain it anyway, as he was entirely unaware that he even possessed that genetic code of evolutionary perfection. Rather than be accepted and finding a home of people just like him after years of living alone on the streets, instead he was insulted and attacked. As far as he was concerned, he was a human, and all of these mutants were a bunch of hateful ass hats.
You can not help me
Sebastian wore baggy pants that use to be blue jeans but were now a green tint of brown from the years he lived on the streets and not once washed his clothes. His hooded sweatshirt was the exact same, making him look and smell just as horrendous as he always felt like he was treated. Reaching into the pocket of his pants, he pulled out a metal cased lighter in his right hand. In his other hand he held a large glass bottle by the neck, a clear liquid in the bottle with a rag stuffed inside that hung out about half way. Raising both of his arms, the two hands neared one another, a flick of his thumb flipping the metal cover of the lighter open. Flicking his thumb once more, a small flame emitted from it, dancing around tauntingly. It was a beautiful sight, fire in its most simple form, staying there not harming anything, just being visible to be taken in by spectators and nothing more. However, today would not be such a beautiful sight as it would not remain simple and harmless for long. Bringing his hands closer together, the flame leaped through the air a full inch, lured in by the vapors that were fluttering off of the liquid soaked cloth.
I can not trust anyone. See it in my eyes
As soon as the flame caught, Sebastian closed the lighter and stuck it back into his pocket, staring at the large mansion in front of him. He would stare at it blankly, not moving, not making a sound, as if frozen in time, his thoughts ceased. He was set in what he wanted to do, why he wanted to do it, and knowing that it was too late for these bastards to redeem themselves. Their kind was polluting this world, and although it would do nothing but hurt some of them and cause a few scars, it would force them to live on the streets. Or, at least that was the worst scenario that his brain allowed him to think about. After about five seconds of the pause, he switched hands to grab the neck of the bottle with his hand hand, more of the cloth burning away each second. Then, he cocked his arm back before taking a few quick steps forward, throwing the bottle forward as hard as he could. He was not very strong, but he also wasn't far away from the front of the building, standing just at the base of the stairs of the main entrance.
Falling away. Can not buy back time
As the bottle hit the front door, the glass shattered out in every direction. Shattered glass alone was never welcome, but it was the contents that would prove to truly be dangerous. As soon as the bottle broke apart, the burning cloth met the splashing liquid, and a brilliant explosion of fire with an alcohol catalyst. The fire would quickly consume the top of the steps, the front door, and the entrance as a hole. The extremely flammable liquid upon the woodwork house was setting it ablaze. If nobody came out to catch this soon, it would quickly spread through the house and make it far too difficult to stop. Sebastian just stood where he was, about ten feet away from the entrance of the building, staring at the door on fire. They had deserved this, they had forced him to do this with their bullying. God damned mutants... Fuck 'em all.
Burned it down anyways
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Post by scarletwitch on Oct 5, 2011 20:16:30 GMT 2
Wanda had been away on personal leave. In truth she had been hunting her father. She of course had no luck with that fool and had deiced to come home. God did she just call this place home? She had become soft even her anger to her father had calmed down over the last few mouths. he was just a stupid old man and nothing more. She sat in the taxi as it drove up teh driver clearly trying to see down her top in the mirror. As he spoke rubbish she looked one.
She could of flown or some other magical mean but it was not the point. The taxi pulled up and she payed the fare. Once she had taken her back out she started to walk towards the door. She knew there would be questions from the bald wheeled wonder but they could wait. Right now she need some rest. It had been a long day and she wanted a bath.
She got to the front door and saw some one with a bottle and he was lighting it. God things had taken a turn for the worse. She had anger issues but this was far to much. She gestured her hand and a red glow went around the fire with in a few moments it was out. "what on earth are you playing at?" as Wanda yelled several of the students ran for teh hills no one wanted to be near the wicked witch of Westchester when she was anger and for some reason she was very annoyed at this person. In her hand was a scarlet orb as she started to storm towards the boy. " i will give you ONE chance to explain your self before i turn you in to a toad for the next 5 years."
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Post by roflcopter on Oct 5, 2011 21:13:57 GMT 2
Ghoul was watching the fire that would slowly engulf the place that housed these monsters, but in the blink of an eye, the fire would vanish under a strange red light. His eyes widened as he blinked suspiciously, his brow arching in confused as he questioned what had just happened. But when he heard yelling of threats of mutation and turned around to see a woman charging at him with that same red glow visible, it was explained to him. His eyes narrowed angrily at her for ruining what he had started, and he reached both hands into his pockets, pulling out the lighter again, as well as a pocket knife. Flicking the lighter open and starting the flame, he threw it behind him only two seconds before she got close to him, and he rushed forward with the knife, popping the blade out in attempts to impale her. If the lighter so much as touched the entry way where it had been thrown, it would instantly bring the fire back to life thanks to the liquid that remained and the vapors that still lingered about.
"Using your powers to turn others into disgusting creatures just like yourself... Your kind is a curse!"
He yelled angrily, every aspect of his emotions being exactly like any other emotional, angst-filled adolescent who had been mistreated and was never taught how to better handle such situations. Unfortunately, it seemed that nobody in this entire building was mature and sophisticated enough to realize when a youth was troubled and needed guidance rather than threats and mockery. The blade was aimed for her stomach because it was the largest area that would be easiest to stab, and the pain it would cause her would be his revenge for the threat, and for the other girl nearly stabbing him earlier as well. It would seem as if this kid was out to kill and had nothing against taking the life of someone else, but it was purely because he didn't realize that being stabbed in the gut would do anything other than cause a little bit of pain. |
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Post by scarletwitch on Oct 6, 2011 19:49:31 GMT 2
Wanda temper was flaring. She could not help it the kid pulled out a knife well a toy knife. Things were not looking up for her. she listened as he yelled back. Truth be told she knew some thing like this would come up and she have to back up the threats and if she was thinking she would of just snapped her fingers turned him in to a Toad. Made a show of it then turned him back just to prove her point but she was not thinking at all.
She tried to move out the way but dodging some one in heals was very hard to do. The knife plunged in to her Lucky it never hut anything bad. Unlucky she had lost it, her eyes start to glow scarlet " how dare you." she moved away the blood running on to her top. " this top cost more than you see in a year." she threw the orb towards the boy at some speed her aim was off and it hut the window shattering it glass as it hut. Wonda floated in to the air power crackling of her.
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Post by lycan on Oct 6, 2011 20:51:11 GMT 2
Faith was wondering the halls, restless like a caged animal. Her anger still sizzling, and no matter what she did she couldn’t get it back under control. She had decided to go outside for another jog, when her nose smelled fire and smoke toward the front hall and door. She raced toward it, grabbed a fire extinguisher along the way, her adamantium skeleton making loud thud sounds as she ran. She could be easily mistaken for her father just by sound alone now, if anyone heard her rush to put out the fire. However when she got there Wanda, the Scarlett Witch had beaten her to the punch and put out the inferno. She instead put the extinguisher down just inside the door, as she heard the tempered mutant demand the person responsible give an explanation.
”Using your powers to turn others into disgusting creatures just like yourself… Your kind is a curse!”
She knew that voice. It was the kid that was pushing his luck with her last night in the gym. She growled a warning as Wanda began to attack the kid, and the charged him with a battle yell. She wanted to make the kid understand, and when she dodged Wanda’s orbs she got closer to the kid herself. ”Did you not learn anything last night, boy?! Or do you really want to rumble?” She snarled at him, eyes wild, feral even. She was just barely hanging on, but the look that was his face had pushed her over the edge. She balled up her right hand into a fist, and swung it at him. She had forgotten that her punches would be weighted and could possible kill him. But right at that moment, she was barely there in her mind. Her anger and animalistic nature was in more control than she was.
As Faith swung her right hand, her left hand had balled itself into a fist and her left wrist was straight. She automatically extended her claws, and went to jab the boy in the gut with all her might. If the punch she threw at him didn’t kill him, then her claws in his gut defiantly would. ”Not only am I not in the mood for your hatred, I don’t take kindly to idiots and terrorists trying to destroy the only home I have ever known.” She snarled in his ear as she followed her body through after her simple but easily effective attack on the kid. Deep down, she knew that if this kid died she had just undone a lot of work that she had accomplished since her escape. She knew that she had also let a lot of people down. Her father, Cable, the Professor, but most importantly herself…
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  TIME :: After gym run-in
TAG :: Ghoul/Open
WORDS :: 458
NOTES :: She thinks she might have killed him… So not what she wanted to do…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!! |
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Post by xavier on Oct 6, 2011 21:30:53 GMT 2
Xavier was in his office. he was tired but there was so much to do. He placed his pen down and rubbed his eyes it was a long day then it hit him like a wash of pain. There was only a few people who could make him feel like that. Some one in the school was angery and not just normal angry. Quickly he drooped what he was doing. There was only three people who could get angry like. As he moved threw the halls he let his mind jump from person to person.
Grate it was Wanda she could destroy the school with a thought Cable had told him what she was able to do. This was not a good situation he reached the front door " enough" he yelled he sent a telepathic suggestion for them all to clam down. " what is going on here." he sent another message to some of the others. This could turn nasty and he needed some fire power just encase he could not talk his way out of it.
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Post by roflcopter on Oct 7, 2011 10:11:07 GMT 2
The witch woman had put out the fire and then started to attack him, but when Sebastian grabbed his knife and attacked her, it seemed he was successful and had stabbed her, but she backed away and seemed absolutely fine other than being quite angry over her bloody shirt. Most people would be surprised as to how the woman barely felt pain and was operating without any noticeable harm after being stabbed, but Sebastian did not understand the severity of being stabbed, so he didn't question it in the slightest. He knew that some things hurt, and some things made you stop moving, but he had no idea where the threshold was when one became the other.
The woman soon flew into the air, her eyes glowing and energy around her showing that she was about to deal some pain to Sebastian, and with her in the air, there was nothing he could do. He mumbled angrily, but was distracted from her as he heard someone else yelling even more angrily at him, a familiar but unwelcome voice. Just as he turned around, only catching a glimpse of his peer from the corner of his eye before a fist made contact with his jaw, instantly breaking it in multiple places, his wide in shock. As his body began to spin from the impact, it just as quickly came to a sudden halt as he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He had been impaled by her claws, but he wasn't able to actually see it below his mangled jaw, especially since his eyes had already swelled shut from the impact, as had the rest of his face.
The impact of metal colliding with his face with a degree of force that was frightening for such a small framed girl, forcing his jaw to break apart and hang by flesh alone, making his face swell, would make it extremely difficult to breath. Though, this was something he would not have to worry about for much longer, as the three puncture wounds that went clean through his body out his back would prove to seal his fate. Everything went quiet as he hung on the girls fist, hunched over against it, staring at the grass as light slowly faded. He assumed he had just become very, very tired, as it was similar to passing out when overly tired and hungry, something he had done a few times before. Just before he lost it, he heard a few words among the mumbled chatter that he was still able to comprehend.
"Hatred. . . Destroy. . . Enough. . ."
As he hit the ground, an image began to form in the earth, as if the dirt and grass were being burnt away without any fire to make sense of the situation. At first it looked like random marks, then they all started to grow and form together, until a few seconds later, when the image stopped moving and signaled its completion. Now, under Sebastian's lifeless body, was a black image of a scythe, much like that carried by the Grim Reaper in nearly all imagery of him. What is was, however, could not be explained. There was no smell, no psionic energy, no trace of anything from it, although it obviously did not show up naturally.
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All vision went black, all sound went silent, all movement ceased, and all feelings stopped being felt. He didn't know what was going on, what was happening. This was different than anything he had felt before. Was he forced into sleeping? Possibly, but this felt different. There was no dreams here, there was... Nothing. Soon enough, the darkness started brightening slowly, becoming brighter and brighter, until it was nothing but pure white as far as he could see in every direction, the exact opposite of before. He did not know where this place was, but he could see now, and he was just floating there. His face was fine, his stomach had no holes in it, there was no pain at all. He tried looking for something, anything, but all around him, even above and below him was an infinite horizon of emptiness.
Hello? Is anyone there? Where am I?
Sebastian was questioning this place, this moment, everything about this. On one hand, it felt like he had only been here for a few minutes, yet, each minute in this empty infinity felt like its own eternity. He was beginning to fear that he would never be able to leave this place, but just as that thought began, it was pulled out of him as one again the vision of the place. Rather than shifting back to black, alright it did start to darken greatly, this time blotches of colors faded in slightly, with a bright section of light directly in the center.
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Meanwhile, as he was stranded in what could best be described as an alternate Limbo, something very unusual was taking place. The boy was hunched over the girls arm with her claws peering out of his back, before his lifeless body would fall down, collapsing to the ground. Normally, that would have been it. He was stabbed, he died, he fell, and then his existence would be over. He would be buried and forgotten about for the rest of eternity. Though, something much different took place this day, something that nobody could have expected.
About three minutes after he had been killed, a quiet rattling noise would be heard, that it, if it was quite and nobody was yelling or screaming over the death of the child. The sound was that of twisting flesh, grinding bones, chomping teeth. Although Sebastian was not moving, his heart was not beating, there was movement upon his corpse. His jaw was slowly reshaping itself, coming back together, the shattered pieces of bone molded together to fix the damage that had been done, the teeth that had been knocked out growing back, his facial swelling going away and the internal bleeding in his face seemingly vanishing. The wounds in his back were also closing, healing within seconds and mending with no imperfections upon his skin.
Faith would certainly recognize what was going on as something that she too was capable of doing, healing even the most devastating of injuries at an extremely accelerated rate. But, this was different. He was dead, without a doubt, and had been for at least five minutes now. His heart was not beating, his brain had no function, he was not breathing, yet his body was repairing these superficial injuries on its own. The healing process took about two full minutes, but once all of the injuries had been completely repaired, the real miracle happened, and the strange image on the ground faded away.
"Gah..."
Sebastian mumbled into the dirt, his arms slowly scooting across the grass to place his hands down beside his head, pushing so that he could slowly bring himself to a standing position. His arms shook as he pushed himself up and his knees wobbled, as if he had been in a coma for months and was struggling to utilize his muscles for the first time. He had died, and his body had just been kick-started right back up again. He opened his eyes, squinting at the brightness of the sun, even as he stared at the ground, his hands coming up to hold the sides of his head.
"Wh-What happened?"
He asked, confused and uncertain of anything that was happening. Once his eyes had fully opened, he looked around, seeing the three people there still, then he turned his attention back toward Faith. His eyes widened, staring intently at her as if she held the secret to what had just happened. Looking down at himself, he saw the holes in his shirt, as well as the fact that it was drenched in blood, along with the grass that he was standing on, yet he was not bleeding at all anymore.
He then looked back up to Faith once more, his eyes narrowing. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he did remember that she had attacked him and probably caused whatever weird thing had just happened. That sure was a cheap trick for her to use against him, especially when he had no powers! He snarled at her, clenching his fists. Little did he know, reviving the dead was far beyond the scope of potential for even most Omega level mutants.
"What the hell was that, huh?! You think you are so cool with your powers, you damn mutant!" |
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Post by scarletwitch on Oct 8, 2011 17:30:41 GMT 2
Wanda watched as the girl moved in and killed the boy in cold blood. she had no plans of killing him sending him to a hell world yes. she could feel her mind being calmed by some force normally she would fight it but it was far more powerful than she was. slowly she calmed down and floated to the floor the power escaping from her.
As she landed the pain kicked in. She fell down and clutched her side holding it with her hand. she looked from the professor so it was him who was in her mind. It was taking all her energy not to bleed out. She could not focus enough to even mutter a healing spell. She looked at the dead boy and then to the girl who was standing over the body. after a few moments teh boy started to get up slowly. It started all again his yelling and screaming.
"listen you little rat resurrection is tricky at best and they always come back wrong. so one of to things has happened one a Powerful witch or warlock has brought you back from the dead or you are one of us." god she was in no mood for the first one. she was hurt and a magical duel was not some thing she wanted to deal with right now. She was going to have to go to the bed bay this better not leave a scar she thought
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Post by lycan on Oct 9, 2011 14:13:07 GMT 2
As Faith stood over the prone body of the kid, her mind was panicking. I killed a kid… What have I done? Dad is going to be so upset with me… Why did the brat have to provoke me? Especially when he was warned… She was staring at the body as it bled out on the lawn, her breathing heavy. She didn’t want to kill the kid, but he just rubbed her already fragile temperament raw. She could have already taken so much from him, before she snapped. And snapped she did, in the most devastating manner she knew. She just killed the kid in cold blood, just like she was trained and raised to do. That was one of the reason she ran from Weapon X, she didn’t want to kill anyone who didn’t deserve it.
She felt someone in her head, trying to make her calm down. She darted her already muddled and shocked head around looking for the person responsible. Her sight zeroes in upon the professor as he positioned himself at the front door looking at the three of them. He told them that it was enough, and then demanded to know what was going on. She continued to heave her breath in and out of her lungs, as she was trying to calm down. ”I…killed him. He…pushed me. Angered me. I…did try to warn him in the gym…” She answered him, her head bowed in guilt. Her voice soft and quiet to portray that. She felt that she was going to be thrown out, her hands balled up into fists willing herself to accept whatever punishment Xavier was going to give her.
”What the hell was that, huh?! You think you are so cool with your powers, you damn mutant!”
The kid’s voice grated against Faith’s anger, already rising from the calming mental command of the professor. How in the hell is the kid alive?! I killed him! I heard his heart stop beating! I saw his breath cease! And now he accuses me of whatever the hell is going on?! HELL NO!! She thought to herself, and turned around to face the kid off. She stared at him, her anger clearly written all over her face and her feral side barely controlled once more. That much could be clearly seen in her eyes. ”Listen here you little brat, I DID NOT DO ANYTHING BUT KILL YOU. It was what I was trained and raise to do! But if you insist on hating me for being created the way I am, then bring it on! I’ll gladly beat you to a bloody pulp!!” She seethed at the kid. She barely heard Wanda say that resurrection was tricky and that he was either a mutant or someone brought him back.
She was not in the mood for this kid’s self righteous hatred against her and what no one had any control over. She got ready to fight him, crouched in a defensive position, her claws extended. She pulled back her lips as her jaw clenched, to reveal her animalistic teeth. Max was not here this time to stop her. Heck in her frame of mind at the moment, only a select few could actually accomplish that feat.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ TIME :: After gym run-in
TAG :: Ghoul/Open
WORDS :: 541
NOTES :: Thought she killed the kid, was feeling guilty over it. Now she is just plain pissed again, better stop her before she kills him again.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!! |
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Post by xavier on Oct 9, 2011 21:03:47 GMT 2
"miss Webster would you please clam down i will see you and Mr Novik In my office. attacking a teacher and another student is some thing we do not tolerate here. As for you Miss Maxifoff i see we need to work on your temper some more but i think you should head down to the medical bay and have some one look at that." he was disappointed in both the women he had thought they were showing some improvement as for the boy he had hoped he would of fit in to teh school better.
From what he could glance in the jumbled minds of people around he had attacked the school. "now i such you come a long before i have to put you both on time out." it was a psychic trick he had learned a few years ago when scot and Logan were kicking off. Now he hoped he could sort this out with as little problems. " now if you wish to keep fight i am sure wolverine and cable could split you two up they are both a thought away. It was a half bluff he could call them in seconds.
Faith had father issues and the mention of his name should be enough for her to back down as for the other boy no threats would work. He knew that cable would be here with in a thought but that was a line he would not cross. "now are you two willing to come quietly or will i have to make you?" he hated forcing people to do what he wanted with his powers but he knew that some times it was needed.
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