*looks around at dusty imagination space* It's been a while since I
updated, so I decided to write something.
Disclaimer: If I owned X-Men: Evolution, do you really think I'd be writing
This idea was suggested by Beck2!
On with the show!
She looked around cautiously as she stepped outside, she didn't want to be
caught off-guard by those horrible objects.
No matter what she tried to do to stop them, she couldn't. Whenever she
used her powers, more of them would appear.
"What?" She looked around hurriedly, then she saw it. It was her worst
fear incarnate, and it was heading for her. Instinctively she tried to
stop it with her powers, but it only halted for a split-second. She
started to panic, soon there were more of them, countless in number. She'd
never be able to defeat them all. Then all went black.
"Jean?" Spoke a calm voice, "Jean, can you hear me?"
She slowly opened her eyes, looking into the worried eyes of Ororo Munroe.
"I'm so glad you're awake," Said Ororo, "What happened?"
"They," Jean started to say, "They, they came for me!"
She burst into tears at this point, unable to continue.
"What came for you?" Ororo tried her best to comfort the crying teen.
"They," Jean started, "The horrible things, and they were." She broke off
her sentence, bursting into tears once again.
"They were what?" Ororo asked pleadingly.
"They were.They were.They were, FLOATING!" Jean burst into a fresh round of
"I think I'll need to speak to the Professor about this." Ororo said
quietly to herself.
How was that? I hope I haven't lost my hypothetical edge. Since I don't
want to be reported as an interactive fic, please e-mail me with
suggestions. Until next time, this is Radical-Seto signing out! *bows