Date: Tue, 4 Nov 2008 13:54:56 +1000
From: thothboi@hotmail.com
Subject: Weaver X: Chapter 4

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copyrighted to Marvel, their characters are borrowed, for the purposes of
the story.

This is a work of Gay fiction, containing adult situations between
consenting males.  If you are under the legal age in your country, DO NOT
CONTINUE, otherwise, I hope you enjoy.

Weaver X

Chapter 4


A piercing blast of sound shocked Alex out of a sound
sleep.  Cursing and squeezing his hands over his ears, he
struggled down the stairs in the direction of the sound.
It got louder and louder, until finally, as he entered
the kitchen, he thought his head was going to explode
from the noise.  Grabbing a tea towel, he wound it around
his head like a turban, in a mostly futile attempt to
keep out the noise.

Stumbling blindly towards the noise, he found a shelf in
the pantry had swung open, revealing a door.  Hurriedly,
pressing his hands over his ears, Alex wove a ward
against sound almost instinctively.  Sighing at the
relief, he cautiously moved down the stairs into a small
room.  Looking around he found a slit of light coming
from under yet another shelf, evidence of a room beyond.
After some searching, he found a partially hidden catch
and walked into what was evidently some kind of waiting
room for Dimitri's patients, most of them wouldn't have
been able to walk down a street in full daylight, their
mutations had altered their physical forms so.  However,
each of them lay on the floor, obviously the sonic
onslaught had rendered them all unconscious.

Alex moved quickly, if these people were unconscious and
that sound was coming from a patient.  Moving across to a
closed door, Alex flung it open.  Dimitri was laying
unmoving on the ground, and the noise seemed to be coming
from a patient, also unconscious, propped up on an
examination table.

Instinct seemed to take over and Alex, crossing the space
between he and the patient, lay a gentle hand on her
forehead, seizing his mutant abilities, wove them in an
unfamiliar pattern.  The moment the weave touched the
patient, sensations of blockages and wrongness flooded
through Alex's perceptions.  This mutant was ill,
seriously ill.  Without thought the initial weave shifted
into another and the mutant on the table began to thrash
about, shuddering and gasping as Alex's weave sunk into
her.  Alex watched as the thrashing subsided and rewove
the first weave, the one that told him about her health
problems, the only sensation that arose from it was one
of health.

Sighing Alex stood back slightly and unravelled his sound
ward cautiously.  There was nothing beyond the even
sounds of breathing.  Making sure that the mutant woman
was still unconscious, although it seemed more like a
natural sleep instead of unconsciousness, Alex bent over
and examined Dimitri.

Turning the physician over he noticed blood pooling
around Dimitri's head.  Alex wasn't a doctor, but
something in his memory told him that blood coming from
someone's ears was never a good sign.  Swearing softly,
he touched a hand to Dimitri's unconscious form and wove
the diagnostic weave once more.  His injuries seemed to
be more serious than the mutant who'd inadvertently
caused all the trouble.  Frowning, he formed the healing
weave once more and let it sink into Dimitri.

Something felt different this time though.  Alex stopped
the weave and formed the diagnostic weave once more.
Closing his eyes, he focussed on the sensations pouring
through it.  Sitting up he thought for a long moment and
allowed his instincts to take over.

Almost all of the weaves that Alex knew were things he'd
done instinctively.  Hiding from a murderous mob of
drunken idiots, he'd woven silence and invisibility wards
without thought, lost in the sewers back home in pitch
darkness, he'd woven a ball of light, another time, stuck
as a tunnel collapsed, he'd woven a personal shield.after
he'd done something instinctively, he could automatically
replicate it, and it wasn't the only way he learnt how to
weave things, some of the other weaves he'd gone and
figured out for himself, but it seemed that everything he
truly needed came from some  place deep within him.  And
it worked once more.

Alex wove a constantly altering pattern of each of the
elements as he healed Dimitri.  Letting his instincts
guide him, he almost lost his grasp on his power
altogether when he noticed a fifth element in amongst the
four he was used to.  Holding his weave steady, Alex
thought furiously.  He couldn't ever remember there being
a fifth part to his power...memory snagged, the fifth
element, he'd used it in the diagnostic weave, and the
healing of the mutant woman.  In his worry and haste, he
hadn't noticed it.  A change in the feel of the weave
notified Alex that the healing of Dimitri was complete,
and he ran the diagnostic weave through Dimitri's still
unconscious form.  It came back just as positive as the
mutant woman's had earlier.

Breathing hard, Alex straightened and eyed the woman on
the examination bench.  She still seemed out of it.
Quickly, Alex walked out of the examination room and
closed the door behind him.  A cursory look over the
patients still waiting reassured Alex that they were all
just suffering the effects of sonic overload, and once
Dimitri woke up, he'd be able to take care of them all.
Hurrying, he scaled the stairs and heard the sounds of
the doorbell.

Cursing under his breath, and reminding himself to tell
Dimitri to get some sort of super sound proofing done, he
mussed up his hair, trying to look like he'd just gotten
out of bed he opened the front door to two stern looking
cops.

"Can I help you?"  Alex made his voice rough, trying to
imitate the sounds of the freshly woken.

"Sorry to disturb you sir, but the neighbours were
complaining of a loud noise coming from the house.  Is
everything ok?"  The first cop, a good looking
Mediterranean man asked politely, while his partner, who
glared at Alex with piercing blue eyes, stood slightly
behind and beside him.

Alex feigned a yawn and rubbed the back of his hand
across his eyes.  "I'm sorry?"

"Your neighbours complained about a piercing, loud sound
coming from the house."  The second officer repeated.

"The only piercing noise I noticed was the doorbell."
Alex said dryly.  "But then again I could sleep through a
jackhammer going off next to my head."

"I see."  The Mediterranean officer said in tones just as
dry as Alex's.  "Do you mind if we take a look around?"

Alex raised an eyebrow sardonically.  "Sure."  He swung
the door open.  "Help yourselves."

"Thankyou."  The Mediterranean officer, walked in, taking
his cap off, followed by his partner.  "I'm Officer
Parkman and my partner is Officer Lewis."

"I know."  Alex looked pointedly at his name tag and
closed the door behind them.  A quick glance at the clock
revealed the time.  "If you need me for anything, I'm
going to make some coffee.  Kitchen, lounge, dining room
and laundry are all on the ground floor, bedrooms are all
on the second and third, knock yourselves out."

Parkman looked mildly surprised.  "Thanks."  Nodding to
his partner they walked up the stairs and out of sight.

As soon as they were gone, Alex walked swiftly into the
pantry and slid the shelf/door closed.  Sighing and
leaning his head against a shelf for a moment, he
gathered his nerves.  People living on the street and/or
engaging in the oldest profession in the world quickly
learnt to be wary of cops, right now, Alex needed to be
calm and put on the best show in the world.
Straightening up, he grabbed a can of instant coffee and
set the kettle to boil.

No sooner had the kettle finished boiling than the two
cops entered the kitchen, their search over.  "Would
either of you like a coffee?"  Alex asked, as he poured
the hot water into his own cup.

"No thanks."  Lewis said in a soft voice.  "Parkman?"

"I will, if you don't mind."  Parkman replied, taking a
seat at the kitchen table.

"How do you have it?"  Alex asked, cursing himself
internally for speaking without thinking and reaching for
another cup, the last thing he wanted was for the cops to stick around.

"Milk and two sugars."  Parkman sat back in his chair and
watched Alex head to the fridge for the milk.  "Thanks
for letting us take a look around and sorry for the
inconvenience.  It must have been some kids or a mutant
messing around."

Alex stirred the coffee and handed it over to the waiting
police officer.  "Please sit down Officer Lewis."  He
invited abstractedly.  "Do you have a lot of problems
with mutants messing around?"  He asked dryly.

"You could call it that."  Lewis muttered darkly.

Parkman looked at his partner sharply.  "Sometimes, it
isn't a really big deal most of the time."  He took an
experimental sip of his coffee and grinned.  "I needed
that."  He sighed appreciatively.

Alex nodded thoughtfully and took a mouthful of his
coffee.  "I wouldn't have thought that there would be too
many problems with mutants and normal people in a city
famed for its accepting ways."  He said neutrally.

Parkman set his cup down on the table carefully.  "Some
mutants just want to cause problems, just like some
humans, that means we've gotta get involved and that's
where it gets a lot more difficult.  A man with a gun,
that's one thing, a man who doesn't need one, just needs
to think and we're all goners, that's a problem."  His
eyes bored into Alex's eyes.

Alex put his cup down slowly.  "I'm not a mutant, but
wouldn't it work if you had some on the police force,
just to deal with troublemaking mutants, I mean."  He
shrugged eloquently.  "At least they'd have a defence
against whatever was happening."

Lewis coughed violently.  "Better get going."  He
muttered to Parkman.

Parkman nodded and stood slowly.  "Thanks for the
coffee."  He said shortly and walked down the hall, Lewis
following close behind.

Alex trailed them to the front door.  There was a moment
of awkwardness as Parkman went to say something, then
thought better of it and walked over to the patrol car.
Lewis hesitated.

"Be careful what you say."  He muttered, then followed
Parkman to the car.

Alex watched them leave, then closed the door with
relief.  Leaning against it, he took a deep breath.

"You're a good actor."  Alex jumped at the sound of
Eloise's voice.

"How long have you been there?"  He demanded.

"I got here just after they did."  Eloise stepped out of
the darkness in the lounge.  "Glad to see you didn't
disappoint me."

Alex rolled his eyes at the implicit threat in her voice.
"So now you know that I won't rat Dimitri out, do you
want coffee?"

"No, I'm going to check that everything's alright with
Dimitri."  She paused.  "What happened?"

"I don't know."  Alex replied truthfully.  "I got woken
by that sound the cops were investigating.  Someone must
have done something, because it didn't last for too
long."

Eloise looked at him oddly for a moment.  "Well, at least
you're not a liar kid."  She grinned evilly.  "Get going
on that coffee, Dimitri will probably want some, and none
of that instant crap, the good stuff's in the pantry, at
the back."

Alex reeled with shock.  Eloise could tell if someone was
a liar?  Thoughts raced frantically in his head for a
moment...obviously, if she could tell if someone was lying,
she couldn't tell if it was only partial truth, or not stictly the truth, something to be relieved about.  Shaking himself to, he went back into the kitchen and prepared another batch of coffee.



***



As the weeks passed and the incident, as Alex took to
calling it in the privacy of his own head, seemed to pass
without comment, but Alex was becoming more and more
frustrated with his inability to find work.  Worse, once
or twice he seemed to catch a glimpse of someone
following him around the city.

Since the incident, he hadn't used his powers at all, not
even to experiment with them.  Somehow, it just seemed
too risky.  More than once, he thought of telling Dimitri
what he was, but habit made secrecy to hard to break, so
he kept his silence.

Alex walked slowly back to the house.  Another day of
interviews and no success made his feet like lead.  Early
in the morning, he'd counted his remaining money, enough
to keep going for a little while longer, but not enough
by far.

"Keep walking."  A voice from behind him said suddenly
and quietly.  "Don't make a scene and don't even think
about running away, it would go very badly for you."

Alex stiffened.  "Who are you?"  He hissed as he walked
up the hill, frantically trying to figure out a way to
escape the man behind him without resorting to using his
powers in broad daylight.

"No one you need to worry about."  The man said harshly.
"Just keep going and don't get in the way."

Alex marched up the hill, trying to get a glimpse of the
man in a window.  He got nothing except for brief images
of a dark haired man in a grey suit.  Alex stopped at the
gate.  "What do you want?"  He asked stubbornly, willing
his neighbours to see him, realise something was wrong.

Something sharp pressed against his spine and Alex stiffened as the point of a knife sliced through his shirt and nicked his skin.  "I want you to not make a scene, to walk into that house quietly and
do what you are told."  The man said, a smile in his
voice.  "It would be my pleasure to kill you, but if you
do what you're told, I won't have to."

Alex felt ice pouring down his spine and did what he was
told, his mind turning blank with fear.  Together they walked up to
the door and opening it, Alex was pushed in, the door
shutting behind them.  Alex fell onto the floor and
stared at his assailant.  Officer Parkman.

Parkman locked the door and smiled viciously at Alex.
"Got the package."  He yelled.

Alex heard footsteps and twisting, saw army men, weapons
swaying lazily at their sides approaching.  "What's going
on?"  He asked, frantically wondering what had happened
to Dimitri.  In the last few weeks he had grown to love
the older man like the brother he'd never had.

"None of your business."  Parkman snapped nastily and
nodded to one of the men.

Alex turned his head in time to see a boot swinging
towards his face, then everything turned black and red
with pain...


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