THE DARK CORNERS OF THE MIND
Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at an X-Men related fan-fic (I only wrote one fan-fic so far that was about "Friends" and that was about 5 years ago, so I might be a little rusty.) I'm a huge Gambit fan and so was irritated at his omission from the two X-Men films. I'm also a huge Rogue fan so expect a lot of ROMY (as I've noticed many of you call it (), although it might take some chapters to get there (I'm making them small to be able to write more. the big ones are a bit intimidating. to me anyway.)
Consider this a take on an X-Men 3 movie script (although it's not written as a script). I'm doing the introduction of Remy and a villain who I think will be obvious from the first chapter ( (I'm trying a different take on said villain, as I want him to be a less obvious and. villainous. person than in the comics anyway). I'm also writing Rogue the way she was depicted in the movies (which I loved) and not in the comics (which I also love)
Please consider that I'm not from an English speaking country (which is probably obvious from my name.) so excuse any mistakes, misspellings etc.
Enough!!
I do not own any of the characters in this story (not even the ones I made up. ( If Marvel wants them they can have them!). All characters that you recognize in this story most definitely belong to Marvel and not to myself (unless maybe someday I took over Marvel. then they WOULD belong to me. someday.)
Tayrion
Something Sinister
Coventry, England
It is a dark and moonless night once more in the Midlands. The air is cold and carries with it the scent of troubles yet to come. For one young mutant though, this is at the least troublesome since his mind is filled with the intoxicating promises of a new- found love. He is even more oblivious to a shadow gliding along with him in the dark alley-street that goes through the Coventry Cathedral. And so when the shadow is finally all over him, all he is able to do, is send with the wind, a whispered goodbye to his old life and to the one that existed only in his dreams.
----
In a darkly lit laboratory, the young mutant finally opens his eyes. He can sense that he is immobilized; strapped on what seems to be an operating table. In the coldness of the air around him, he can hear two distant voices conversing.
".so why did you bring him anyway when you realized he was only a 16 year old kid?" asked the first voice, which seemed to belong to a middle-aged man. The tone of his voice showed that he was obviously the superior of the two.
"Because I thought you said that this one could be important to your studies sir." Said the second voice in an apologetic manner.
While he was listening to the voices, the young mutant tried to put his telekinetic powers at work and set himself free, but in vain. It was as if his powers had been suddenly turned off. Desperation slowly crept into his heart.
"I did, my dear stupid Crane, but I have also told you, I do not wish kids and teenagers being brought here. First of all I still don't feel comfortable doing my studies on kids, and secondly and most importantly their powers are not fully developed yet, which makes them more difficult to harness and manipulate. Do I make myself clear now?"
"Yes doctor. I'm sorry."
"I know you are. What's done is done. Let's go and see our young subject, who seems to have woken up already."
The young mutant saw a dark figure approach him, as he felt the big, clawed hand of terror snatching at his soul and squeezing with all its unearthly might. He could hardly hold back the screams that reached his tightened throat.
"I'm truly very sorry my dear boy. If it were just up to me, you wouldn't be here now. But no use in dwelling in the past, as I have to work with what I get. And what I got. is you."
"Please don't hurt me. I'm begging you!" Shouted the young mutant as tears started to flow from his face.
"Please know young one, that what I'm about to do brings me no pleasure whatsoever. In fact it saddens and appalls me sometimes. But that's a sacrifice I have to make each and every day. You see dear boy. that's how it is when you dedicate yourself to something much greater than you." His passionately spoken words felt truthful indeed, but concealed a horror too great for the boy, or anyone for that matter, could ever imagine.
"If it makes you feel any better, know child that your sacrifice will help mutants and humans alike get even closer to fulfilling their potential and ensure their continued survival against so many of nature's and the universe's enemies." The words felt like an apology, but were spoken with an enthusiasm that revealed the extent to which the man prided himself of the goal of his work.
The kid could only let out a whimpering sound that shed an even greater shadow over the heart of the "doctor".
"Crane please let's get it over and done with quickly."
For the next few minutes the screams of the boy filled the cold laboratory and in the head of one man, they were joined by the screams of his other past victims, to form an unholy and twisted chorus that led his mind even closer to a place he dreaded to go.
Soon the screams were no more.
Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at an X-Men related fan-fic (I only wrote one fan-fic so far that was about "Friends" and that was about 5 years ago, so I might be a little rusty.) I'm a huge Gambit fan and so was irritated at his omission from the two X-Men films. I'm also a huge Rogue fan so expect a lot of ROMY (as I've noticed many of you call it (), although it might take some chapters to get there (I'm making them small to be able to write more. the big ones are a bit intimidating. to me anyway.)
Consider this a take on an X-Men 3 movie script (although it's not written as a script). I'm doing the introduction of Remy and a villain who I think will be obvious from the first chapter ( (I'm trying a different take on said villain, as I want him to be a less obvious and. villainous. person than in the comics anyway). I'm also writing Rogue the way she was depicted in the movies (which I loved) and not in the comics (which I also love)
Please consider that I'm not from an English speaking country (which is probably obvious from my name.) so excuse any mistakes, misspellings etc.
Enough!!
I do not own any of the characters in this story (not even the ones I made up. ( If Marvel wants them they can have them!). All characters that you recognize in this story most definitely belong to Marvel and not to myself (unless maybe someday I took over Marvel. then they WOULD belong to me. someday.)
Tayrion
Something Sinister
Coventry, England
It is a dark and moonless night once more in the Midlands. The air is cold and carries with it the scent of troubles yet to come. For one young mutant though, this is at the least troublesome since his mind is filled with the intoxicating promises of a new- found love. He is even more oblivious to a shadow gliding along with him in the dark alley-street that goes through the Coventry Cathedral. And so when the shadow is finally all over him, all he is able to do, is send with the wind, a whispered goodbye to his old life and to the one that existed only in his dreams.
----
In a darkly lit laboratory, the young mutant finally opens his eyes. He can sense that he is immobilized; strapped on what seems to be an operating table. In the coldness of the air around him, he can hear two distant voices conversing.
".so why did you bring him anyway when you realized he was only a 16 year old kid?" asked the first voice, which seemed to belong to a middle-aged man. The tone of his voice showed that he was obviously the superior of the two.
"Because I thought you said that this one could be important to your studies sir." Said the second voice in an apologetic manner.
While he was listening to the voices, the young mutant tried to put his telekinetic powers at work and set himself free, but in vain. It was as if his powers had been suddenly turned off. Desperation slowly crept into his heart.
"I did, my dear stupid Crane, but I have also told you, I do not wish kids and teenagers being brought here. First of all I still don't feel comfortable doing my studies on kids, and secondly and most importantly their powers are not fully developed yet, which makes them more difficult to harness and manipulate. Do I make myself clear now?"
"Yes doctor. I'm sorry."
"I know you are. What's done is done. Let's go and see our young subject, who seems to have woken up already."
The young mutant saw a dark figure approach him, as he felt the big, clawed hand of terror snatching at his soul and squeezing with all its unearthly might. He could hardly hold back the screams that reached his tightened throat.
"I'm truly very sorry my dear boy. If it were just up to me, you wouldn't be here now. But no use in dwelling in the past, as I have to work with what I get. And what I got. is you."
"Please don't hurt me. I'm begging you!" Shouted the young mutant as tears started to flow from his face.
"Please know young one, that what I'm about to do brings me no pleasure whatsoever. In fact it saddens and appalls me sometimes. But that's a sacrifice I have to make each and every day. You see dear boy. that's how it is when you dedicate yourself to something much greater than you." His passionately spoken words felt truthful indeed, but concealed a horror too great for the boy, or anyone for that matter, could ever imagine.
"If it makes you feel any better, know child that your sacrifice will help mutants and humans alike get even closer to fulfilling their potential and ensure their continued survival against so many of nature's and the universe's enemies." The words felt like an apology, but were spoken with an enthusiasm that revealed the extent to which the man prided himself of the goal of his work.
The kid could only let out a whimpering sound that shed an even greater shadow over the heart of the "doctor".
"Crane please let's get it over and done with quickly."
For the next few minutes the screams of the boy filled the cold laboratory and in the head of one man, they were joined by the screams of his other past victims, to form an unholy and twisted chorus that led his mind even closer to a place he dreaded to go.
Soon the screams were no more.