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GayDood
2003-02-12 14:41:53 (UTC)

Super Drew

My current mood is that of a rebellious nature. I'm
feeling empowered by damning the man!
We have a snack box at work here, and because of inflation,
the healthless little morsels contained within now cost
$.60 as opposed to $.50
I am starving and had my sights set on a fudge brownie,
probably left-overs from some vending machine three years
ago and more stale than my last date.
I managed to scrounge up $.59 exactly, and I put it in that
box and took the fucking brownie! Yeah! Damn the man!
Rebel !!! Rebel !!!
...
...yeah, I know. Don't even say it, I know you're thinking
it.

Anyway, last night after work I was somewhat empowered and
motivated (ala Eric, thank you much) to get my ass in gear
and do something good for myself, but somewhere between
dropping Barbarella off at home and getting home myself, a
ride that took over and hour due to traffic, all energy
seemed to seep out of me. By the time I got home, my eyes
were tearing, and I was so tired, I ended up walking around
the house in a half-stupor before falling asleep by eight
o'clock.
Then again, the night before I couldn't sleep, had that
disgusting sandwich, and it apparently caught up with me
(the sleep, not the sandwich).

Although the night was a bust, the dream I had was the
best! It could have easily made a half-hour show in a
series...
...and I was gonna be an X-Man Super Hero!!!

I awoke to find myself underwater. No, under-something,
but it was a green and gooey substance, I had an air hose
in my mouth, and I could see people in lab coats looking at
me from outside of the circular glass container I was in.
I began to panic.
Slamming and slamming my hands against the glass, it
eventually broke, and doing two flips through the air I
landed on the top of a shelf across the room. It all
seemed so natural to be doing this too!

The scientists began to scream and got defensive, and I
asked them what the hell their problem is, and where I
was. Apparently, I was one of seven lab experiments, taken
from my parents as a child because of...extraordinary gifts
I possessed and was being 'cultivated' if you will for a
gene-splicing experiment to create the perfect human.

...I was NOT cool with the explaination...

Long-story-short, I began to trash the place, the
scientists all took off, red lights and signals flaring,
and I managed to get three others of the seven of us out of
there before the whole place exploded.

The others were Elaine, who had short, white hair and had
aspects of a cat (pointed ears, whiskers, and claws),
Jerome, who looked a lot like a caterpillar but nothing
else extraordinary could be found in him, and Cheryl, who
looked like Kim from "American Idol" but had super-human
strength.

I wasn't exactly sure what I could do either.

We stayed hidden for some time before we were approached by
a man who called himself Professor Xavier and his
assistant, Storm. They offered to help us, and something
in my head just told me that the Professor could be trusted
implicitly.
And so we went to a warehouse that was designed for
certain...'tests'.

About thirty young people, all of who exhibited some
strange and exciting power(s), were gathered and told that
we would be going through a series of obstacles, and
observed by the Professor and Storm so that they could help
us harness and control our gifts.
And so it began...

I ended up with eight other people (including Elaine and
Cheryl) and we were each given three small, silver boxes.
Each box had a different function, but one was a bomb.
I asked the professor if anyone would be hurt if we used
the bomb, but he didn't answer.
We were to go to Venice, and figure out how to
appropriately use each of the three boxes we had. This was
the test.
And off we went, and we all seperated when we got there to
figure out our own path to unriddle the mystery.

Eventually, I came upon the other seven all standing
together in a crowded marketplace. Amongst all of the
patrons of an outdoor cafe, I noticed an Asian-looking
woman and somehow 'knew' she was an instructor.
I brushed it off, deciding that we were only being
observed, and approached my group.
There was a telephone booth against the side of a teapot
store, with no phone in it. There was a small hole which
would exactly fit the silver box with the bomb.
Everyone was convinced that we were suppsoed to use the
bomb here, but didn't know why.
It was a crowded marketplace, and no one knew if the people
there would be hurt, how big the blast would be.

Everyone decided to use the bomb, but nobody wanted to put
their own bomb there in case they got in trouble. I told
them all they were crazy. I didn't care if I failed the
test, I was NOT putting a bomb in a crowded marketplace.
After too much arguing and little resolution, Elaine got
frustrated and stormed off to put her bomb in the phone
booth.
I tried to hold her off, and she punched me aside, sending
me flying into a brick wall...
I jumped out of the wall, about ten feet into the air at
Elaine, and the fight began.

Basically, we beat the crap out of each other whiel patron
began to run, and I would NOT let her put the bomb in the
phone booth. Eventually, I wrestled her bomb from her and
it shattered against the cobblestone.
At that moment, the Asian-looking woman got up from her
seat. She had been calm the whole time. All of the other
on-lookers froze, and as the Asian woman pulled a remote
controlled box from her purse, they all disappeared.
We were in a large steel chamber. The whole experience had
been simulated, not real at all.
No one was in danger, and then I began to feel stupid.

The woman looked over at the other five indecisive
students, who all looked out of place at this point, and in
her British accent dismissed them all back to their rooms.

Then she looked at Elaine and I.
"The bomb did have a proper fit for that telephone booth,
Elaine. Congratulations on your decision."
She smiled, and then held her hand out to me.
"Your box, please?"
I handed her the small, silver bomb. She pressed a button
in her hand, and the marketplace returned. She tossed the
bomb at the phone booth and...
"ka-BOOOOOM!!!"
It exploded into a great fireball, people were screaming
and running, some were on fire, others simply lie dead and
charred on the ground.
Elaine and I just looked on in horror, as the woman shut
down the simulation once more.
She looked at Elaine, no expression on her face, and said,
"You may return to your room."
Elaine ran out crying.

She turned back to me.
"Good work, Drew. Apparently getting ahead in the game is
not as important as keeping the populace safe." she smiled
briefly.
"My name is Psylocke, and I will be your personal
instructor here at the Academy. The Professor has seen
much potential in you, and now I see that it is true. But
don't let that make you feel haughty...you've still much to
learn. Come with me."

I followed her, unsure of what to make of ANY of this, and
she led me into an office where Professor Xavier was
sitting.
"Drew has done well, Professor. I'll be keeping a
particular eye on Elaine, as you've suggested." Psylocke
explained to him.
"And the others?" he queried.
She paused for a moment, looked at me briefly, and
said, "They need much more training. They are not ready
yet."
The Professor knodded. Psylock put her hand on my
shoulder, gave me a knod and a smile, and left the room.

I stood there very nervous before the Professor, unsure of
what to do or say.
The Professor and I began some idle chat about something or
another, and then two other students were lead into the
room by their instructors.
The girl's name was Rogue. The boy's name was Michael-Sean.

The Professor began to tell the three of us about the X-
Men, and how our own training to be one of this elite group
was to commence as long as we wanted it.
I just looked at him...
"Does this mean...I'm gonna get to be a...superhero?"

This made the Professor chuckle, "If that is what you wish
to call yourself, then so be it."

We were led to new rooms, nice and stylish and introduced
to our roommates.
I was with Michael-Sean and a very young boy named
Corbett. Corbett looked like an emaciated monkey in a
wheelchair. He had to wear a fiberglass suit around his
body because it was so fragile, and he was hooked up to an
IV.

We began to ask what each other could do. Michael-Sean
could make himself nearly-transparent and could walk clear
through anything. Corbett could make things move at his
will, and even did a little show with Michael-Sean as his
puppet. He didn't appreciate that much.

Then they asked what I could do...and I just didn't know.

"The Professor must think your pretty extraordinary, or you
wouldn't be here." Corbett told me. That made me smile.
"Don't worry about it, chief!" Michael-Sean said, "It'll
come out when you least expect it."

Then we all went to sleep. I was awake longer than the
others, and I went to bed staring at Corbett. I felt pity
for him, knowing...somehow...that his frail body was going
to give out before he turned sixteen. I started to cry,
and I decided I was going to make the few years he had left
the best ones he'd ever known.




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