Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2008 12:41:29 +0200
From: Sebastiaan van Drongelen <orakel26@hotmail.com>
Subject: My X-life (gay celebrity)

X-Men and all other related elements are properties of Marvel.

This work is purely fanFICTION, and may also contain sexual of situations
of the homosexual nature, not suitable for minors. Any storyline not true
to the Marvel original is only made up by the author's non-comic book
aficionado imagination. This includes sexual orientations. Any remote
resemblance to real life, or any other fanfiction, is entirely
coincidental. No pretenses, insinuations, infringement, or any other legal
issues intended nor desired. Consider yourself warned


< > is for telepathic conversations.
( ) is for thoughts.

Chapter One: Introductions.


( Ugh do I have to....)

I woke to the sound of branches hitting the window. Slowly opening my eyes
to see the dreary weather. Rain, heavy winds, leaves falling to the ground
or caught by the wind and taken to far away places.  ( I wish I could get
carried away by the wind like that).  But no such luck, I gotta get up and
make me some coffee.

Oh I'm sorry let me introduce myself. The name's Tristan, I just turned 20
on july 20th yep I'm a cancer, but lets just leave the astrology for what
it is for now. I'm 5'7, I got blue eyes (seductive ones at that, or so they
say) rich brown hair to offset my eyes and cut by a gr8 kinky hairdresser
(no wallflower here) I'm lean with muscle in the right places, I definitely
like my legs there really defined. And I'm not disappointed by what I got
in between them..mans best friend and mine's 8'' thick and uncut.  Oh yeah
I almost forgot.. I got 2 tribal tattoos with butterflies on my shoulder
and my lowerback.

Well to get back to the dawning of this new day.  I grabbed some coffee and
went about my business around my house tending to my plants and bonsai
(yeah I know..it seems lame..but I like to tend..so to speak!)  Got in the
shower, get dressed and of to work.

I work in hospital as a nurse, I care about people, I wanna make a
difference if I can, help them get better you know.  Actually I'm still
learning to be a nurse, and the longer I'm here I can tell nursing isn't
what I thought it is.  There's no time for patients, you have to rush all
the time, that's not caring for people..it's just going through the motions
of the day.  And me being somewhat opinionated don't like ''caring'' for
people this way.  I made the choice to quit in search for greener pastures
so to speak, so I made an appointment with the head-nurse and my contact at
school to inform them of my decision today at 1300 hours.  As the day
creeps by it's almost time for my appointment, and it's not one I'm looking
forward to. (let's just get trough this day).

1430 hours I'm out on the street walking, headed for home. The conversation
was hard and they we're kinda surprised at my decision but said they'd
respected it, still it does feel a bit like failure..(damn principals)!

I just kept walking decided not to go home but to keep walking to clear my
head, and trying to figure out what to do next.  It was getting dark, and
the winds we're picking up speed, a storm might be coming up soon and I'm
to damned far away from home.

As I thought the first drops are falling from the sky and before I knew it
it was pooring. I started running trying to find some place to shelter from
the heavy rains and cold wind and finally decided to shelter in a portal of
an old building.  It seemed to have been abandoned for years, broken
windows, cracks in the outer walls, plantlife creeping in and overgrowing
the place. But at least for now it would have to do.

I drifted off to sleep as I tried to keep warm, but woke when I felt
something pulling at me. My eyes opened and I looked right in the face of a
dirty man trying to pick my pockets and what else. I jumped up and took a
few steps back. The man rose to his feet and damn was I in trouble. He
stood at about 6'3 and was build like a house underneath the ragged
clothes. (now how the hell am I supposed to get my ass out off this).

He locked eyes with me and I just froze. Angry eyes trying to see what he
could take from me, deciding what to do with me, the rain still pooring
down like torrents, the wind crashing in on the both of us.

He jumped at me and when I thought I was gonna go down he was thrown back
10 feet hit the concrete and just layed there..not moving.

By this time my head was hurting like crazy, I had to get out of there!

I started running, first to get away from what happened back there.

I headed for home and kept running until I ran into what felt like a brick
wall.  I hit the ground and drifted in and out of consciousness.

I heard some voices, yelling it seemed like someone was fighting but I just
couldn't open my eyes, my head hurt too much and I just blacked out.

Last thing I remembered was..

< are you okay?...>

<can you hear me?...>

''Lets get him out of here''.




Ok this is my first try for a story, and this is just an introduction and
there's more to follow. And definitely more action.  Reactions just mail
me?! Orakel26@hotmail.com ciao