Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2006 11:28:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Fora Llexx <forallexx@yahoo.com>
Subject: X-Men Beyond Part 5

X-Men Beyond By: Andruchris Gutzi
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X-Men Beyond: The Infiltration by: Andruchris Gutzi
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[By the Japanese Garden, General Setting]

"Ray, Ray... Are you okay?"

Ray remembered a few gentle tugs by his two shoulders before he heard the
question. He struggled to open his eyes, both of which felt sore. He let
out one rough cough and he felt pushing something out of his throat... in
another coughing effort, he then felt the rough stringy feeling on his
tongue and the fingers on his right hand automatically picked what
previously made his throat itchy -- a long kinky strand of silver-grey
pubic hair.  He closed his eyes, oblivious of someone's presence, as he
remembered the rough facefucking he received from Pietro. He remembered
every inch penetrating his throat, gagging him in the process as Pietro's
slimy juice oozed to fill his gullet -- down to his guts. He still
remembered how it tasted sweet -- he couldn't believe how he had longed for
that sweet moment to happen again yet he deprived himself of that cock and
cum for so long.

He's intensely jealous -- as he remembered witnessing first hand how Pietro
riotously fucked Lance's throat. He felt for Pietro and he thought the
feeling was mutual. Even as Pietro showed more of insensitivity, Ray
thought there was a connection between the two of them. He thought there
was love -- he thought there was affection. And that was why he felt
betrayed when he saw what was happening just in the living room of the
brotherhood manor.

Pietro didn't even have the decency to scamper away upon knowing Ray's
arrival from the manor to visit him. In fact, when Pietro saw him by the
entrance of the brotherhood manor, he made no effort to hide the frenzied
cocksucking and just let Ray watch how he pounded his cock into the gaping
and gagging mouth which was willingly awaiting every thrust. He even
sneered at Ray, licked his lips impishly and let out a loud groan as he
ground his hips to meet the devouring lips of the teenaged terrakinetic.

That image seemed to pause in his head: it made Ray almost puke, but was
able to hold it as he shook his head in an effort to wipe away the thought,
disgusted by it. Only by then that he remembered how he was actually
verbally and physically abused. If there was no affection coming from
Pietro, then, he was just no less than a free-to-use cunt readily available
to be used for dumping loads... he felt sorry for himself but instead of
crying it out, he nurtured the guilt, the angst and the rage. And one of
the reasons why he came to the Xavier Mansion to seek for help in
controlling his gifts -- to be able to teach himself to be stronger.  But
what difference would it make if he himself couldn't prevent that wanton
need for Pietro's body -- for Pietro's juicy salami?

He frowned at the thought as he opened his eyes and was a bit startled to
meet a handsome Spanish face -- dark brown curls that shone under the sun;
a slightly pale, slightly dark complexion; thick brows that framed a pair
of sleepy hazel eyes; a nose prominent and nicely-shaped; and thin pair of
small lips -- "Roberto!"

"W-What happened? You had a s-spell or something?" Roberto asked concerned.

He frowned profusely before he irritably growled, "Don't ask..." He then
immediately shook his hand on Roberto's face to interrupt him from saying
anything, as if to say, "don't bother, I'm okay," and showed indifference
at Roberto's display of concern. He pulled himself together, and declined
any help from Roberto. He didn't want him to get too close to him... for a
reason he still doesn't know. Inside him -- there was irritation and yet,
there's relief... just knowing about the presence of Roberto made him feel
some sense of contentment for unsure grounds.

Even so, as he stood up, he paced away and without looking back, he
proceeded towards the mansion leaving behind the stupefied young Roberto
Dacosta.


--oo0oo--

[Roberto's Point of View]

Alex left all of us in the rec room minutes after Bobby and Kitty left. He
said he intended to look for the other new guy, Ray. We're actually waiting
for his arrival because we promised Alex that we're going to welcome Ray as
soon as he entered the door. Alex, being the big brother of the group, had
always been the one to always extend hands to newcomers, especially, those
whom he thought lack the social skills to make friends.

Alex left, and Jubes had her fun in playing billiards with Jamie, and two
of his clones. I smiled seeing how she played around with the cute
twelve-year-old(s). It was fun to witness the different personalities of
Jamie's clones -- the real one, I guess, was naïve and youthful with a
pretty smile; one has an arrogant attitude and yells a lot; one laughs a
lot and made fun of everything that happened. I wondered how he puts up
with those different personalities whenever he gathered them together
inside him. That must be one hell of an emotion-personality clash.

I remembered Bobby, again. I guess his mood had totally shifted from the
ill-mannered to the all-smile happy-go-lucky him. But I also remembered his
reluctance upon entering the rec room the first instance. His mood just
suddenly changed after we came to greet their arrival.

When he smiled at me, I just smiled and blurted out something that I
thought was intelligent, "The air's a bit damp today, isn't it?"

On which he readily replied to my subtle surprise, "Yeah. The day is clear,
too. I was torn between going to the river to fish and relaxing here with
you, guys... I decided to stay here. Besides, the sun's too shining
outside."

I don't know but I felt weirdly happy for some reason after hearing his
response. I was not sure how to describe the sudden rush of happiness
inside my chest. It was almost an enormous tsunami drowning me, so I let
out something I thought explained my sudden happiness... "I know... that's
why I feel more energized than ever. I feel the heat of father sun grow
inside of me, I feel stronger..."

Only to be interrupted by a dumb statement from John, "Hey, there, Sunspot!
Why don't you grow some fire on your body so I could play around with it?
It's getting boring in here as we speak..."

But then, I didn't remember any of the conversations after that. I knew
Kitty blurted something to make fun out of John for him to react foolishly
insulted. But I practically fell out of space... I was there, and yet my
consciousness drifted away as I was looking at Bobby. I literally gazed,
not that I intended to, but the look on his face was remarkable. I didn't
know what brought that sudden feeling but it just made me feel speechless
for the rest of the conversations.

My roaming mind just interrupted its phase when Bobby and Kitty left us all
-- they said they need to rest. As I said, I felt dumb and deaf at the same
time... as if my whole focus was on something that has now left us in the
void. I sensed something inside me emptied... and sensing that feeling, I
lazily declined Jubes' invitation to join them in playing billiards.

Alex said something before he left but I also didn't hear it. I just closed
my eyes to pretend I was sleepy and John was cooperative in some way. He
was whistling some stupid nonsense nursery tunes, but when he perhaps saw
me closed my eyes, he stopped right away the whistling and probably
contented himself on what he's doing.

After a few while, I decided I'd just take a walk for I couldn't pretend to
be sleepy forever around them. As I told everyone my intent, they just
nodded and hollered for me to come back as I reached for the door. I nodded
in response and I exited the rec. I had no particular itinerary. I just
paced, and paced, and paced.

I saw Rogue by the hallway. If I didn't know her personally, I could have
sworn she's acting very suspiciously, it's as if she'd been prying on
someone's business or something. It looked like she's looking for someone,
or whatever. But she's most of the time like this so I dismissed any
misjudgment and decided to greet her.

"Hey, Rogue..."

"Hey, there... yourself..."

That's odd. She replied to my greetings? She's always the introverted,
unsocial and unfriendly type. Just out of respect and courtesy on her
seniority that's why I always greeted her. But she would typically ignore
my greetings or would just look at me and simply smile...

I looked up at her and she grinned broadly. Not the type of grin I usually
see on her face. I really felt weirded... especially when she covered her
smile with her right hand -- which was naked; no gloves and unprotected! I
backed away as I saw her without any gloves on.

"W-where are your gloves?" I asked stammering as a big question mark
engraved on my face.

"Uh... shit! Ah must hav leftit dahn d' ladies... did ah scare yah? Don't cha
worry, ah won't touch," I almost didn't understand her words -- her accent
felt strangely forced -- Southern... but forced... like there's something
hindering her speech or she's not herself at all.

"Oh, I see... yeah... you scared me. And yeah, please, don't touch..." I said
and realized what went out of my mouth was idiotic and imprudent.

She just laughed, amused. Her foggy voice felt weird in my senses, so
before anything happens, I decided to say my goodbye and left her on her
business.

I rushed down and made my way to the garden. I was about to sit on one
bench when I heard a slightly controlled noise coming from the location of
the old elm tree. The controlled noise wasn't a conversation -- it was more
of grunts, moans and some "loud whispering." The voices felt familiar.

I crept to investigate, the nicely trimmed garden plants covering me as I
approached a location safe to peek. And I felt rather mad as I saw one of
the brotherhood members, Pietro. What's he doing up here and what's he's
business?

Wait, he's talking to somebody -- I couldn't well see who from my point of
view and the conversation was somewhat blurred. I shifted my position but
before I could see the person Pietro was talking to, a pitiful controlled
scream divulged the person's identity, "Yes!!!  I want it, Pietro! I want
it gagging my throat! I want it piercing my ass! Do everything you want to
me, Pietro!!! Fuck me with your cock!!! Please...."

I couldn't believe what I just heard echoing around the quietness of the
garden. As I shifted myself, it confirmed the identity of the other person:
it was Ray, kneeling in front of the fully-clad Pietro! His face was just
inches away from the protruding member outlined on Quicksilver's uniform.

Ray was... is... gay? And what about Pietro? Is this some kind of a joke?

I couldn't believe my eyes and ears as I witnessed Ray begging to be
fucked... I almost felt sick of the sight. It's not every time you see gay
people doing it in the brightness of the day in the middle of a garden at
the risk of everyone to witness...

I have nothing against gay people... but in reality, this is going to be the
first time that I'd witness a homosexual activity... yet, though I feel
sickened and a little feeling mindlessly naïve, I couldn't deny the fact
that the unsightly situation arouses my member, too, for a reason unknown
to me.  As if my hand has a mind of its own, it grabbed my own hardening
dick as my eyes were glued to the ongoing activity. I closed my eyes and
flashes and images of this day's happening pounded my head: Piotr, as his
chin held his fresh, thick and slimy whitish cum, a product of his morning
masturbation; a practice disclosed by his slightly erect thick member
tenting his boxers; the very boxers that failed to hide his dark brown
pubic hair exposed on the fly of his unbuttoned boxers; Bobby, those blue
eyes penetrating my being; his well-chiseled and youthful body and those
tits like bits of pinkish corn readily available to be devoured by hungry
lips; And now, Ray -- the hard ass, snarling newbie that prevents everyone
from getting close to him!  I was hearing conversations from between the
two of them, but by some means, I couldn't really comprehend. Maybe out of
confusion; maybe out of fear; maybe out of feeling something growing
between my legs that kept bugging me since the beginning of the day? I was
helpless, and I was more pre-occupied with what's happening within me to
even care about their conversations.  I heard a sudden stop -- I couldn't
believe my very own eyes now that I opened them for a second look. In just
a beat of the heart, I saw Pietro's fully unclad body flashed in totally
naked. I was shocked to find out he just did that.  Now Ray was panting,
crying(?), and quivering as he gradually pushed his head towards the pink
cockhead... slowly opening his mouth in the process and in one quick gulp,
he managed to take the length of the Pietro's cock as he awkwardly opened
his mouth like his jaws would dislocate themselves.

His lips were now touching the wiry silver pubes at the very base of
Pietro's cock. He'd taken everything? He swallowed every inch? It must have
been more than six inches, and yet, he gobbled everything inside his mouth!
Shit! He looked like a hungry whore straining to obtain every single
millimeter of that fucking pole and there weren't any grunts of complaint
from him. As though, he loved being suffocated... as though he loved being
gagged!

I imagined the pink head of Pietro's straight and thick dick violating
Ray's gullet and imagine it was my throat he was violating... I opened my
mouth wide trying to imagine how it would be like to have Pietro's meat
inching in and out of my esophagus. I almost felt suffocation overwhelmed
me as I thought I couldn't breathe from the mere imagery of it!

I unzipped my fly and grabbed a hold of my hard cock, precum oozed on my
slit. I couldn't deny myself this hunger and painful ache anymore. I had to
be a part of this lustful endeavor!

I gasped for air as I felt the rush of adrenaline within every veins of my
body. More precum oozed, and I used it to lubricate my masturbation. I felt
a burning sensation as I rubbed the length of my rock-hard cock, the
lubrication made me shiver in pure delight.

That and the fact that I was witnessing a live cocksucking being performed
in the open air in this very garden made me pant harder than ever before. I
perspired, not very often do I feel so hot to even perspire this way. I
loved heat, but this kind of heat was graciously drowning me to oblivion. I
no longer feel any inhibitions. I wildly beat my hard cock, enjoying every
groans, moans, and panting I was hearing.

There were conversations but I didn't exactly care. All I knew was that the
event was forcing my balls to contract and I felt myself reaching a violent
orgasm. One hard, strong grip... I pumped myself and I blasted what seemed
like gallons of cum on the grassy lawn where I was kneeling. I closed my
eyes and bit my lips to prevent a scream from escaping me. I was
trembling... I felt weak... even as father sun continued to shine his glory
to me, I felt exhaustion I only felt during rainy days.

I collapsed on my back never minding to wipe the cum that's oozing on my
piss slit. In fact, I didn't even mind arranging myself. All I remembered
was that I have had the greatest explosion of a lifetime and I was
nurturing every second of it as I closed my eyes in full oblivion of my
environment.

I remembered opening my eyes up in sheer guilt. What just happened? What
have I done? It was as if I just discovered I did something foul, though I
knew I was perfectly aware of everything that had transpired. I peeked
again only to see Ray on his back, lying on the ground, seemingly
unconscious. Pietro was no more in sight... probably speeded away after...

No... he can't be dead?

I arranged myself -- guilty and worried. What if something happened to Ray?
What if Pietro just killed one of the students of the mansion? I couldn't
believe that I just let that violation happened and I even took part of it!
I was witnessing a dismal activity and yet I just let it happen like it was
a normal happening!

My heart was skipping beats as I rushed towards the unconscious Ray. Wet
lines of perspiration and probably cum washed his rugged-looking face --
rivers of egg-white fluid flowed from the sides of his lips and nose. There
was a force that pushes me to lean and lick all those gooey substances but
instead, I took a handkerchief and wiped the grimes and slimes off his
face. I was too concerned to even bother what he'd think if he woke up and
found out what I was doing.

After making sure the slime was off, I kept my handkerchief in my pocket
and gazed at his smiling unconscious face. It took me minutes before I had
the courage to shake him up to consciousness. It was an effort -- my
worried mind thought he's dead, but my intelligence decided he wasn't for I
felt his heart beat and he was breathing. I shook him again, in one last
attempt before deciding to take him in the med bay for treatment.

But I was thinking, what if someone asked me what happened? What should I
answer? That I witnessed him being face-fucked by a brotherhood imp that he
screwed his breathing passage so he unconsciously fell down to the ground?
I got worried... I didn't know what to say... but if worse comes to worst, I
had to do what needed to be done.

Fortunately, my last attempt paid off. He moved, groaned and coughed a
little, and then another one. As if something really irritated his
throat. I saw it when he lifted his hand to pick up the silvery-white
strand of hair -- probably Quicksilver's pubic hair. I almost felt ashamed
for feeling aroused by that. He opened his eyes and winced but he didn't
look at me. He closed his eyes for a while as if he wasn't even bothered by
my presence.

But then, in a moment or so, he opened his eyes again as if for the first
time, he realized somebody's around him and a question more than
recognition escaped his lips, "Roberto?"

I was deeply concerned, yet I didn't want him to know that I knew what just
transpired so I blurted out something that was instinctively etched in my
head, "What happened? You had a spell or something?"

He frowned, the same mannish insensitive manner he would throw at
everyone. Even I doubted myself if I really witnessed what just happened. I
couldn't see anything gay on Ray... In fact, even as I was just concerned of
him, I thought he was ready to beat the shit out of me.

He said, "Don't ask..." in a very uncaring tone and waved his hand to
silence me. Then he stood and left me kneeling on the ground, not even
looking back at me. I felt stupefied for so many reasons but I just let it
pass. After all, it was stupid of me to do whatever I did during the sexual
process in the first place.

I stood up but before I completely did so, I noticed a DVD disc in a
case. I reckoned it was Ray's. My first thought was to call Ray back but he
was too far ahead already so I picked it up to take it to him. I lazily
walked my way towards the mansion. My intention was to go to my room. But
my curiosity of the disc got to me.

I opened it to find what seemed like a list attached at the inner side of
the cover with a title: CEREBRO DOWNLOAD. I panicked as I saw my name on
the list, together with other seniors and junior X-men trainees. What was
that all about? My mind told me to keep quiet and just return the DVD to
Ray, but my heart told me this was danger.

I followed my instinct and rushed towards the second floor only to find
Jean levitating a long-haired, dark-tanned skinned, naked... man!!! Shit!
Who was that and why was he bleeding profusely? What just happened? I saw
Scott and Alex followed Jean distantly but I was not about to ask
anything. I just looked at them but it almost felt like I didn't exist for
they ignored my presence.

I slid the DVD inside my pocket and rushed to Bobby's room to inform him
about what happened. Bobby immediately bolted and blabbered something like,
"Ali? Oh my God!" before we rushed to Kitty's room, and then to Kurt's.

They told me to stay at the rec room. It wasn't personal, but the guy they
called Ali, who was the teenager...? Wait... that guy was just a teenager? He
seemed older to me... his built, his height, his muscle tone... he does
seemed older somehow...

Anyway, Ali doesn't know me so my presence may create a flicker on him. He
was still lacking control of his mutant abilities, as I learned, so I
thought my visitation was not necessary. I prevented myself from insisting
to come for I knew I won't be allowed anyway. Besides, it isn't my business
until the professor told me it is. I decided to go to the rec room and
informed everyone about what I just witnessed and told them to wait for
Bobby, Kitty or Kurt to inform us about the whole scenario.

And there, we waited.


--oo0oo--

[From the Showers to the Healing Chambers] [Ali's Point of View]

I remembered the touch: it was a very warm sensation startling my peaceful
bathing as my subconscious automatically attacked the uninvited presence
behind me causing me to turn my head and gaze at a stranger's face -- a
striking and handsome face I had never before seen in my stay in this
institute. I memorized every wisp of his blonde hair, the captivating curl
of his almost invisible lashes under those thick dirty gold eyebrows, the
fading tan on his reddened cheeks, the wet and slightly parted thin pink
lips and his carefully molded nose... if he wasn't having that lustful look
in his eyes, I could have devoted my seconds to stare at those sparkling
blue-green globes.

But alas, those eyes forced me to retract my vision only to notice his
fully unclad body. I almost envied the rippling muscled spectacle; his
torso was carefully sculptured. Down beyond, I saw a smooth erection with a
foreskin pulled back a little to show the slit oozing crystals of dew. His
left hand grasping his testicles lewdly while the other was raised in the
air -- strange, but the sight mesmerized me that I almost forgot to
panic. Only the realization that I froze another person in time caused me
to shake in undistinguished emotion.

"By the gods!!!" I uttered loudly in exasperation.

I thought of Jean and tried to call for help -- but my first and second
attempts were somehow blocked... or, my mind could have been a little
disoriented by the sudden growing of difficult-to-define sensations inside
my chest.

/* Jean... Jean... Jean... can you sense me? Please.... Jean...*/

/* I can hear you, Ali... */

Upon hearing that voice, I knew finally, I was able to break through the
telepathic bandwidth.

/* Jean, I did it again... I froze somebody again... */

/* Where are you, Ali? */

/* I'm still here in the showers. Jean, please help me... I can't continue
doing this. */

/* Who did you freeze? */

I was slightly shocked to hear a loud "bam" by the entrance door... my
response to Jean was a little delayed for I had second thoughts of checking
who could have entered the shower room in a wham.

/* I don't know him... but he's naked, and he touched me... then, I felt the
involuntary bolt in my head again so I knew I just froze something... or
someone... and when I looked back, he's there. His facial expressions were
full of longing and he had a... */

I was not sure if what I was about to say was proper or crude. Jean might
not understand the situation but I didn't know how else I could express
it...

/* Say it, Ali... don't keep anything hanging. */

As I heard those words from her, I just knew that I had to say it... But
while communicating with Jean, I also felt the slow movement happening
inside the shower room. The one who entered seemed to have been conducting
an investigation. He or she must have heard the commotion here... and I was
afraid I couldn't find reasonable explanations on this scenario.

My heart skipped a beat as I imparted to Jean, /* Jean, he had a stiff
member... */

I knew my words might come with a double meaning but I thought Jean should
understand what I meant. But when I heard: /* What? What member? */ I just
knew I had to use the proper words to describe it.

/* His... p-penis... it's hard. He couldn't be aroused by me, could he? */

But I didn't hear Jean's reply because I heard a familiar voice screaming
violently in words that almost shocked me: "What have you done to my
brother?"

I froze... Scott's brother? My gods, hear my prayers...

Learning that I just froze Scott's brother made me feel faint and weak
inside... uncontrollable sensations overwhelmed me as I felt him grab me
ferociously by my hands outside the stall past his frozen brother before he
brutally slammed me towards the lockers. That action alone caused me to
limp -- for my back hit against the knob and my spinal chord was harmed
immensely.

The pain was unbearable, especially as I saw angst on Scott's face as he
screamed, "What makes you think you have the right to freeze everyone in
this mansion? Huh! The moment you came here, you did nothing but freeze
everyone uncontrollably in time... Who do you think you are?"

The only words that escaped my lips were trembling, "S-Scott... p-please..."
for the splitting ache behind me caused me much inconveniences coupled by
the guilt that I just caused another "harmful" emission of time
encapsulation field to the person dearest to Scott -- his brother.

"Now, try and freeze me from what I'm about to do to you..."

As he said those, I saw him turned a knob on his visor. Then I was blinded
by a bright light, almost as bright as the sun's glory, shooting from the
very eyes of the person I thought to be my protector. The ray of light
forcefully hit me by my upper torso and violently slammed my body against
the locker doors.

When the back of my head hit the metal surface, I immediately saw black! I
heard faint conversations that seemed like murmurs that I couldn't
comprehend before everything stopped spinning as the world fell silent
before me and my body numbed in the cold.

A moment had passed and I saw light again but in a surrounding which was
ridiculously disproportionate. The imbalance in the air was apparent and I
was standing in the middle of night and day. I saw me -- no, I saw two
versions of me... one red in color and the other's in blue... they're eyeing
at each other in a vicious way; their animalistic rages filled the space
and I felt myself helpless of the situation.

There was nothing said or done -- just the image of two shaded figures,
alike in most ways to me, both on attack modes. I opened my mouth to utter
something but no voice escaped my lips. Then, I witnessed an almost
choreographed match -- every strike, every punch... every block, every
kick... it was as if the fight was intended to show grace and flexibility
instead of hunger for triumph.

The showcase of martial arts talent from both figures was indeed very
impressive. I stood in awe as none of the figures received offensive
strikes that weren't blocked or defended -- the act was nearly
theatrical. They fought for what seemed like hours, and I was getting
impatient in watching which of the two would achieve victory -- until
finally, in my deepest vexation, I grabbed a hold of myself and stood in
between the two figures.

They stopped instantly upon my intervention. As they eyed upon me, they
bowed courteously before they merged... like two souls fusing together
before they paced slowly towards me.  They phased through my body and as
they did so, the surroundings flashed different colors of pyrotechnics like
it was the fourth of July. I closed my eyes for I felt the colorful
fireworks were blinding me.

Amid the blinding fireworks, I heard hums... it sounded like singing with
voices blending perfectly well... better than the best choir could muster to
perform. The sound was soothing me that I felt tears running down my cheeks
as I felt my knees weaken. I knelt at the presence of the most beautiful
sound I have ever felt in my entire life.

I didn't hear words but I opened my eyes to glimpse at the source of the
melodious music. There was no figure around but a whisper informed me of
the presence of the gods. I trembled and bowed and kissed the ground I was
kneeling onto. I was humbled, and honored... for the gods to visit their
lowly servant... I couldn't have wished for anything else anymore.

I sang without a voice... my heart outpoured all of the emotions and
confusions I was feeling. For then, the only thing I felt was
contentment. There's nothing more I needed in this life. If I would die,
I'd die with the most glorious feeling for deep in my soul; I longed to
feel the presence of my highly revered gods. Even if I would cease as a
memory I won't complain... for the dream that any human beings dreamed about
was here in front of me -- awaiting my grasp.

The songs in my head overlapped by the joy in my heart were consuming my
entirety. It was almost all of my questions were answered in an instant;
all my confusions faded; all the uncertainties were made certain; and the
outrage that was once hauling me to darkness was appeased.

In the midst of joyful exaltation, a vision of my parents flashed before my
eyes. They're somewhere... together... and surely, I knew that they're
together right the very moment. They're somewhere within a cell... as if
they were captured. And I was awakened...

"Feyah!"

The moment I opened my eyes, familiar faces appeared before me. My instinct
told me to find figures but I was dismayed to find only one of them there
-- Bobby.  Whispers in my head told me I had to see them urgently so I
gazed at Bobby and stated, "Bobby, I need you together with the professor,
Scott, his brother, Ororo, and Jean right now... please, hurry, before it's
too late!"

In a matter of moments, I felt my head expanded and the glow in my hands
told me I'm in a state of possession. Then I heard voices synchronized in
speaking:


|Kalithenis|

"Epenai sindaq, largh oxo. Thar odos ali thar. Largh mur hayeth keapo
thar..."

{- Do not fear, our child. Your gods love you. We shall be gentle in
consuming you. -}


I need not be asked twice. I relaxed and felt the gentle phase as I became
one with the gods. As they did so, I saw years of my time pass me by in a
quick fashion and motion -- like flashes of pictures set in a thousandth of
seconds.

Afterwards, a bright spark of light blinded me from nowhere and four
silhouettes appeared gradually before my eyes. I immediately knelt for I
was definitely sure that these silhouettes belong to my gods. I sang once
more, the voice seemed to come out in my efforts as I felt elated more than
ever before... the voice was trembling as I utter every word in my praises
to the gods.


|Kalithenis|

"Opo thar pais e largh am kero, ali Aliki..."

{- Lift your face for us to see, dear Aliki... -}


As I heard their voices, I quivered as I tried to lift my head to look at
the glorious presence of the four gods I vastly venerated. My tears didn't
hide my longing for their touch. I had so long for their presence to
welcome the lowly soul I have. Eth knelt down in front of me -- an act that
humbled me so -- for a goddess like her to humble herself down to a mortal
like me... I closed my eyes to praise her with my songs.

A thundering voice coming from Ero, the God of health, echoed in all the
corners of the surroundings. I looked up and saw the most perfect male form
I've ever seen. I could see where I got my complexion, and yet, his sight
was to behold for every rippling tissue on his body screamed masculinity
and his glory was radiating all the light present. I crept near him and
lightly kissed his right foot in pure reverence.


|Kalithenis of Ero|

"Endameh ali oxo... oi kwesi am kiel e bebe kiuthad."

{- Most loved child... so much to overcome at a youthful age. -}


I replied in all humility and respect as I was crawling back with my head
slightly raised...


|Kalithenis of Aliki|

"Con ye po thar prehd na largh hamig theres wesse, largh odo, largh mur
enai thione."

{- If it is your wish that I pass these tests, my gods, I shall never
protest. -}


And then, a beautiful and subtle voice in a high pitched tone spoke. It was
of Vi's -- the goddess of time. I opened my eyes as I was hearing her voice
and saw a beautiful pallid woman with a long jet-black wavy hair that flow
effortlessly like the waves of the sea. Her body was as limber and flexible
as the wind and her gracefulness reassured femininity.

I crept towards her, and grabbing the ends of my hair, I brushed her left
leg and wept in all I was worth as she almost sang in her voice.


|Kalithenis of Vi|

"Chama lehath imos ourau e le yoqui. Epenai naleisga let tithires... Thar po
naza jivouti qumai. Ipson theres tao larrizh thar."

{- Take all one day at a time. Do not misjudge the situation... You are in
safe hands. Let these men help you. -}


Tears welled and flowed effortlessly towards my chin. I bowed my head again
slithering like a snake towards my original post as if in resignation. I
must not doubt my gods. Whatever happened to me was something of their
decision. I revered them so, that I must not say anything to their
offense. Eth, could have sensed my reluctance in speaking my doubts.

As I heard her gentle voice, I again fell into deep contentment and
satisfaction. I grasped her hand and kissed her palms in the utmost respect
and reverence as I cast all of the burgeoning doubts in my head.


|Kalithenis of Eth|

"Le quviari po shazhe sethre, ali Aliki. Tao po bighyett ken amper poule am
thazea ye conia dalan. Protash ithere ye jalan. Largh faze theres chulah
prenti fahmeh largh abeya thar dwebeth."

{- The circumstances were beyond control, dear Aliki. Men were given mind
and will to decide his own fate. Each creates his destiny. We only deemed
this intervention necessary for we are aware of your devotion. -}


I just bowed my head in affirmation and understanding. Yet, deep into the
recesses of my mind, flashes of my fateful experiences bogged my head: the
bashing, the cursing, the solace, the pains, the struggles... the rape... and
all of the unknown occurrences I didn't wish to happen to me or to occur
from me. I only wanted to be a faithful servant to the gods. Why must I
endure all these burdens? But as I said, if these burdens were given by the
gods to strengthen my patience and will, I shall willfully oblige.

Ru, the god of wisdom, shared his insight.


|Kalithenis of Ru|

"Largh revah divair le grithos le konji tao fahmeh thar amathe porque
libedi amper demaroth az largh. Naza xentata teo thione lodi lonoz amper
libedi. Am teoli poraq, largh xunoth fahmeh le ali amper fagaza am ta. Jo
teo divair amper athueth teoli zobajo am largh. Nowai itheros... thar po
imos difyene le thar amathe mali."

{- We have long released the task of protecting men for your forefathers
demanded freedom and independence from us. In unison, they cried for
privacy and liberty. To their demands, we submitted out of love and faith
to them. But they relinquished and abandoned their duties to us. Poor
creation, you are but one victim of your forefathers' misgivings. -}


I looked up at the faint complexion before me. He appeared almost like a
white silhouette and I couldn't make out his form. But the eyes, they
seemed to glow more than anybody else. So much of the wonderful and
beautiful things... as if he'd been sharing all the necessary information
and knowledge I have to know... as if through that certain spark, he'd been
transmitting all the worldly facts and figures that I must learn to be able
to achieve my destiny.

After a while, I calmed. In a very short while, I felt that I have gained
more age and understanding than in the total years I have spent on earth.

But even so, I felt saddened by the influx of understanding in my head. My
immediate reaction upon knowing my parents were captured was to immediately
put things into action -- save them from their current dilemma. And yet, as
if by the facts transmission from Ru, he also made sure that I'd gain full
realization that "impatience shall not give justice to unjust occurrences;"
rather, it would only jeopardize my parents' situation and I may suffer the
devastating consequences.

The message was simple and clear; I must accept the help of these people in
this mansion to be able to gain more control of myself and my gifts. I'll
surrender all the tasks of protecting my parents to the gods. I have faith
in them, and so, I won't fear... My gods have given their indirect promise
to protect my loved ones when they synchronically announced:


|Kalithenis of the EroViRuEth deities|

"Epenai sindaq, ali Aliki. Largh qumai mur riva thar."

{- Do not fret, dear Aliki. Our hands will guide you.-}


I felt the swollen feeling in my head leveled down. As the process
gradually calmed, the exhausting experience was relieved
instantaneously. Then I opened my eyes and saw everyone in front of me. I
didn't recall seeing all of them in front of me but now that they're here
and I saw worried faces, I had to wonder, "What happened?"

Hearing me asked the question; Jean immediately sent flashes of the past
few moments of events in my head. After the last event faded in my head, I
looked into their faces and I saw their auric fields and I felt their
essences... I had to declare a thought...

"They are not here in this crowd."


--oo0oo--

[X Mansion: Med Lab, Healing Chamber No. 3] [Sunday / 18-May-2003 /
approx. 1815hrs GMT -5]

"They are not here in this crowd."

The certainty on Ali's face as he pronounced his conclusion relived the
doubts in Scott's mind. "What if he's wrong this time? What if anyone of us
were the infiltrators?" he thought to himself but didn't have the courage
to utter.

"How can we be sure you're saying the right thing?" Kurt asked in his
annoying accent that almost made people around him think he's talking in a
different language.

"I'm sure," was Ali's quick reply before he waved his hand in the air. That
action from him immediately encased everyone in a transparent
energy-field-like dome. Everyone gasped in surprise, except Professor
Xavier who seemed to show it was something expected.

Kitty immediately asked in a slightly exasperated manner, "W-what did you
just do?"

"It is a `chronodome,'" Ali responded. "All of us inside it is encased in a
moving "now" while everybody else outside is frozen in time... this is to
protect us from meddling minds and to bide us more time. In here, we can
plan and investigate what happened before, during and after the rescue in
the Philippines."

"Intriguing! Am I correct to assume this is some kind of a time
encapsulation reversal, Ali?" Hank immediately queried with a bewildered
smile.

"Yes and no..." Ali responded, "Time encapsulation freezes one's sentient
self from the outside moving world, whereas the chronodome freezes the
whole world around the moving "us." We are encapsulated and the moving
world is not outside but here inside, so technically, time encapsulation
was reversed... however, even though we are in motion, the aging process
that we must endure in the outside moving world is suppressed inside this
dome. The aging factor of time encapsulation was not reversed by the
chronodome."

Jean could not believe that in so short a while, Ali had demonstrated
knowledge of his mutant gifts while a few hours ago or so, he kept on
asking questions about it. "How could it happen in a very short period?"
She's confused as to what was going on... it's very hard to judge the
situation.

[Jean] /* Professor, I know this sounds wrong, but I think we need to probe
his mind. It's very difficult to examine what happened because he seemed to
know what's going on in a very short period of time. Can we trust him or
his judgment? */

[Professor] /* The probe is not necessary Jean... we have time. I can sense
a good judgment from this lad. */

[Betsy, interrupting the conversation] /* But he's just a
fifteen-year-old... how can we trust a fifteen-year-old's judgment? */

[Professor] /* I guess my assumption of him being a 15-year-old kid was
filled with errors. A chronokinetic's age cannot be judged by our time --
it should be judged by the time of his own ... and judging from what I see,
he's definitely not a fifteen-year-old anymore. */

Ali looked at Jean, Betsy and Professor Xavier and said, "You may see me as
you see me but I am not what you deem me to be me."

The professor looked at him with a hint of a smile, almost as if aware of
what had transpired within Ali as he was in his unconscious state; Hank was
looking around fascinated by the dome; while Jean, Ororo, Betsy and Scott
looked at each before they turned their gaze at him; Bobby, Kitty, Kurt and
Alex just remained looking at Ali, flabbergasted.

"During the spiritual transfusion, the gods have shared to me facts that
you failed to inform me. And yet, I am glad, for it gave way to the gods'
interventions. If you have completed the unfilled blanks in my thoughts
right away, the gods' could have decided to leave me on my own
judgment. And for keeping things away from my knowledge, you made the
spiritual transfusion inevitable. I am now aware that my parents were held
captive by the offending tribes, but my gods shall protect them until I'm
ready for the rescue. My gods told me to trust all of you and so I will,"
Ali explained in a straightforward fashion.

"How..."

Scott initialized his doubtful question but he was interrupted by the
professor. "Ali couldn't hold this chronodome for long. Let us not waste
any of his moments..."


--oo0oo^×

[At the Dayroom, minutes before 1815 hrs GMT -5]

Sean had been feeling uncomfortable in front of Emma and his pacing to and
fro only showed more of what he's feeling. Emma proudly sat on top of the
round wooden-top coffee table instead of the available cushioned sofas
around and crossed her legs only to deliberately reveal her smooth and
milky thighs that glowed from the beams of day's light coming from the
glass-paned windows. She laid her hands on her sides so as to show more of
her cleavage. Her boobs were unrealistically big, almost out of proportion
and yet, they were catchy.

Of course, the first thing that people would notice about her is the way
those two globes practically denied gravity and the minimal amount of cloth
she enjoyed to wear like this day's brassiere-inspired tube didn't do any
good in holding those two freedom-fighting breasts.

She somehow found entertainment on Sean's nervous pacing and blurted
something that surprised Sean tremendously, "What's the matter, Sean?
Sporting a boner on what you see?"

"What?" Sean virtually bolted upon hearing Emma's questions. That was the
only time she noticed Emma's seductive position.

Emma laughed like a whore in bliss after enjoying a bukakke fuckfest. "Calm
down! You're irritatingly spastic. I'm not going to kneel down in front of
you and suck your cock for all I'm worth. I have class, you know! I'm not a
bitch craving for leftovers..."

Sean tried to hold his temper and let what Emma said go past his ears. If
there was an underlying meaning to that quip from Emma, he didn't know and
he wasn't about to find out.  He grimaced in disgust -- for what particular
reason, he was not sure.

Emma snorted and said, "I don't deserve you, Sean..." she repositioned
herself and opened her legs widely enough to expose two of the inner
portions of her milky and silky thighs coming out from the slits on both
sides of her long white skirt which went up to three inches down of her
waist. She then continued, "I like it better when its hot, and young, and
crunchy... If I'm to choose between the tamed and the wild, I'd choose
both... in fact, I want more!"

She laughed boisterously after saying her mind.

Sean was infuriated by what he had heard but rather kept his temper on
check. With degrading look to Emma, he turned his back on her and decided
to pace away. But then, he remembered feeling a hard and painful bump at
the back of his head which almost made him lose his balance. As he turned
his face, he realized Emma had just performed a `round house' by her right
foot kicking him, for what reason, he was unaware of... and now that he's
facing her back, his body sideways, she made a `back handspring' to be able
to give him a full double-foot offense, one foot hitting his face and the
other his forehead before she twisted her body on midair so that her right
foot sprung again to hit Sean's chest by the back of her heels. That
offensive maneuver sent Sean flying towards the wall, his head hitting it
hard.

With blurred sight and choked up breath, he looked up at Emma and asked,
"W-What...?"

Emma announced deviously, "You may have fooled everyone but you certainly
can not fool me. I agree, you got the talent, but I'm not born
yesterday. Whoever you are, shapeshifter, Emma Frost is not somebody to
mess around with... Now tell me your business in this mansion before I
decide to kill you."


--oo0oo-- [Inside Ray's bedroom] [Ray's Point of View]

I still couldn't believe I've let Pietro manipulate me again. The hell!
Where did I leave my pride? How could I ever be so stupidly in love and
guilty of it? Is he worth my heart? I know Pietro is just using me, but how
could I prevent myself from letting him use me?

As I whispered, "Geez, my throat's still sore and I can still savor the
salty aftertaste of his cum... Fuck Pietro! Fuck his fuckstick! Fuck his
body! Fuck the fuck!" I felt my tears roll down like rivers...

I know, after this crying, I'll get over what happened and continue life...

I'm really sorry for ignoring Roberto earlier... I was just not in the mood
although I appreciate his effort... He seemed unaware of what happened but I
had that feeling of guilt... Like I have the gut feeling that he knew
somehow what kind of event happened in the Japanese garden.

Thankfully though, if he knew, he reacted in a manner far different than
what I expected and I felt he was genuinely concerned. It made me feel less
guilty.

About the disc... what the fuck!!! Where's that fucking disc?!!!

I stood up and immediately opened the door but as I was making my way out,
I felt my motion slowed down as if the world around me is about to go into
a complete halt... and why do I have the feeling that it did?


--oo0oo--

[At the Rec Room] [General Setting]

Roberto, Jubilee and Jamie were sitting down on the couch at the
rec. Nobody dared say a word. As if by chance they agreed not to talk for a
purpose. Jamie, being the innocent and most uncomforted, showed much
irritation on his face and wanted to talk about something, but he just
couldn't. For some reason, he was also forced not to ask questions.

As a female, Jubilee's intuition was making the best of her. She may not be
a telepath but she felt that sting in the air: she felt pain and angst,
like she was being hurt immensely by someone or something. She turned her
sight to her right, and she saw the gloom on Roberto's handsome face. He
knew that Roberto is one of the most high-spirited students at
Xavier's. However, for some reason, she found a difference on his face. He
was not she expected him to be. As if Roberto's in a deep trance... and she
felt there's something weird on how Roberto's acting.

"Do you want to play fire ball?" Jubilee asked out of the blue.

"W-What?" Roberto asked, as if released from his trance.

"I said, do you want to play fire ball?" she repeated.

"What's fire ball?" Jamie asked, clueless.

"You can't play fire ball, Jamie... you don't produce fire... only I and
Roberto can play that for now."

"But you only produce pyrotechnics..." Jamie retorted.

"Same thing, Jamie... it still involves fire."

"I am not in the mood Jubes..." Roberto finally replied.

"You're not in the mood? Or you're not Roberto at all?" Jubilee said and in
one instance, she stood and fired a pyrotechnic blast towards Roberto.

Shocked, Roberto wasn't able to act immediately and the full blast hit him
hard on the chest.

"Jamie, run to the door..." Jubilee shouted in a command.

Because Jamie couldn't comprehend what just happened, he stood right just
beside Jubilee and didn't move a bit.

"I said, to the door!!!" Jubes commanded, but the 12-year-old looked
confused.

Roberto was recovering so Jubilee produced another pyrotechnic ball. As she
shot the blast towards Roberto, the latter, though hurt, was able to stand
up and made a movement to miss the blast.

"What's wrong with you?" Roberto asked.

"That's not the question, Roberto... What is wrong with you?" Jubilee
asked, with hints of distrust for some reason.

"I don't get you..." Roberto's confusion was apparent on his face.

Suddenly, the door banged open and from outside appeared Rogue with a smile
on her face. "What ya'll up tuh?" she announced as she was removing the two
gloves from her two hands, "don't ya want ol' Rogue join yer fun?"

Everyone froze on their own floor.


--oo0oo--

[Back at the Dayroom] [General Setting]

Emma's about to release yet another attack when Sean waved his left hand as
he opened his mouth to scream and release a ball of sonic blast, but
because the lady being flexible and quick and the man being unfocused and
weak, the blast only missed its target and hit the chain of the small
chandelier by the right of the grand one causing it to break loose and
crash onto the solid floor.

That distraction gave Sean an opportunity to stand up and made a counter
attack. Emma, on the other hand repositioned and braced herself. She saw
the sonic blast, and for that, a bewildered look on her face was
apparent. Could it be that she was wrong in her assumption? It was very
seldom to find a shapeshifter who could also acquire the power of the
person or mutant they're mimicking... and seeing that "Sean" was able to
release a sonic blast, she somehow felt weirded by it.

She still felt someone in the vicinity was ogling around, and she's sure
that whoever it is, it could only be a powerful telepath to be able to mess
her mind up like that! She briefly scanned Sean's mind and to her surprise,
she "felt" Sean.

She was about to react instinctively when without any warning, everything
stopped in time...


--oo0oo--

[At the Healing Chamber No. 3]

"Everyone, it's time."

The decisive announcement from Professor Xavier was brought by the fact
that they have already covered the major details of the alarming issue;
that they were able to make a strategic plan on how to counteract the
current dilemma; and that Ali's instability on his hold of the chronodome
was highly evident. He could clearly see that even though Ali learned much
about his powers through the spiritual transfusion, his control of them was
yet ineffectual. "We have to deal with it later," he thought.

Ali released a loud gasp as he released the chronodome and almost fell to
the ground. Scott rushed towards him even from a distance and was able to
support him in time. He mildly whispered; his concern was palpable, "Are
you okay?"

"Yes," Ali replied, "thank you..." and grinned meekly as he weakly steadied
himself with Scott's assistance.

"Professor, I can feel chaos around us..." Jean announced.

"There's no time to waste... everyone, go as planned," the professor
strictly declared.

Xavier, then, projected a mental network, a delicate process yet the best
method to keep track of all the "untouched" crowd. Jean stayed with the
professor to make the network stronger. Aside from that, her retrocognitive
abilities will come in handy if needed.

Betsy partnered with Alex; Hank with Kitty; Ororo with Kurt; while Scott
and Bobby were assigned to monitor the outside perimeter. They immediately
scattered and investigated their post.

"Remember," the professor reminded everyone, "do not trust anyone."

As everyone left the room, Jean looked towards Ali and she saw him trying
to rehabilitate himself on his own. She knew from the look on his face that
he was not in control of his chronokinetic energy as of yet. She made her
way towards the lad and touched his face... an innocent and concerned
touch... but the moment her fingers landed softly against Ali's skin, both
felt like a million volts of electricity flowed on each body.

"Aaahh!" screamed Jean as frames of locations in the mansion vividly
flashed in her brain. It went on for only around less than a second, and
then she was able to retrieve her hand. However, she wondered why she had a
very odd feeling. She felt like something was going on... somewhere.

"J-Jean..." Ali whispered weakly, "t-touch me again..."

Jean was shocked. She was asking herself as to what was that all about and
she was terribly confused as to what went on between Ali and her. She
wasn't able to comprehend why Ali would like her to touch him again.

The professor mediated immediately through mind transfer:

[Professor Xavier] /* Jean, I saw what you saw, trust the kid. */

With that suggestion, Jean briefly looked at Prof. Xavier who was in the
process of meditating to focus to keep the network open, and then, she
proceeded to touch Ali's face again. This time, since the surge of volts
were already expected, she was prepared of the forthcoming and maintained
the touch at a longer period.

After a few seconds, she retrieved her hand gasping as Ali grew weaker by
the moment.

The professor announced to the mind network bandwidth, obviously knowing
the mind experience between Ali and Jean:

[Professor Xavier] /* Everyone, two locations: Recreational Room and
Dayroom. We have a shapeshifter and a telepath. */



--oo0oo--

[At the Dayroom]

/* Sean, forgive me. Somebody's messing my mind up. */

Sean barely understood what caused Emma to react that way; and he just
couldn't believe her reasons. She knew Emma to be such a humongous bitch
and her bitching is worse than her real powers. As a telepath, Emma is
above average and Sean knew that... the more reason why he couldn't
comprehend the sudden attacks.

"Messing up her mind? Who's going to mess up a mind that's already messed
up in the first place?" he smirked at the thought.

"You can't fool me, bitch! If fight is what you want, fight is what you'll
get!" Sean bellowed as he screamed, producing ultrasonic waves that caused
tremendous damage on the glass panes of the dayroom - shattering them into
pieces. Emma was hit by the wave immensely and she was sent flying across
the room, hitting her head against the wall before she could do something
to counteract him. That attack made her lose her consciousness
abruptly. Blood flowed on top of her head.

"What's goin' ahn heyah?"

As Sean heard the alarmed voice from behind, he turned his head and saw
Rogue flying down in an instant. But even in the presence of another
senior, he still felt infuriated by the happening and acted to produce
another attack to hit Emma despite the latter's predicament. But Rogue came
down as easy as she could and prevented him from producing yet another
offensive maneuver. She held him steady by hugging him from behind.

"Enuff! Cantcha see she's hammer'd? Quit it, ok?" Rogue intervened.

"She started it... We're sitting quietly here when she just attacked me
without warning. She could have killed me for all she's worth..." Sean
angrily yelled shaking himself to let go of himself from Rogue.

"Whaddevah, Sean... She's down o'reddy! Ca'm y'rself down..." Rogue
whispered strongly as she kept her grip on Sean.

"Let go of me, Marie... or you'll regret it!"



--oo0oo--

[At the Rec Room]

The three youths stood in shock as they saw Rogue removing her gloves on
both hands. They all felt fear when they saw the evil smile on Rogue's
face.

"Don't worry... I won't bite..." the change on the tone of voice and accent
on Rogue alarmed the three, most especially, when she boisterously laughed
as she saw fear on all of the youth's faces.

"W-Who are you?" Jubes asked wondering, almost stammering in fright.

"By the end of three minutes, the answer to your question wouldn't matter
anymore," Rogue devilishly answered. Afterwards, she leapt towards the
direction of the shocked Roberto and threw what seemed like a metallic
gadget directly to his forehead. As it attached itself to the surface of
the skin, Roberto shivered, as if electrified and seconds later, he dropped
to the floor unconscious.

"R-Rogue... t-this is not funny... p-please don't make me hurt you..."
Jubes stuttered as she discreetly gestured Jamie to leave. When Jamie saw
that signal, he saw the urgency of the situation and multiplied himself
into twelve.

Rogue laughed, amused at the petite wonder's declaration before she asked,
"Who says you could?"

With that, she released an acrobatic maneuver. She wheeled towards Jubes
and in just a few moments, a gadget was already attached to her forehead
before Jubes could even produce her pyrotechnic blast. Another maneuver
from Rogue and before anyone of Jamie's clone escaped the room, they all
dropped unconscious with gadgets attached to their forehead. As the real
Jamie lost consciousness, all of his clones disappeared in sight. Rogue
collected what's left of the gadgets and stood with a wide smile on her
face.

"That was the easiest part," she thought, before she morphed into another
being -- as Warren Kenneth Worthington III... again!



(End of Episode 5)



Acknowledgment:

Special mention to:

Krysta (cherry2788cherry@aol.com) - for your supportive remarks. It was
very timely to receive a message from you because I just got the 5th
chapter part finished.

Elohim Masami - my name is not Ms. Llexx... (but I love the sound of
it... it sounds sexy for some reason... hehehe) Thank you for your support.

Khiry Williams, Paolo Serrano, Camelot Crusade, Paolo Landoy, Allen Murphy,
Todd Cooper, Aaron Sarver - I am really very sorry for not writing soon
enough. I owe you guys an apology and I hope that I could make it up to all
of you. Thank you very much for inspiring me.



Codes Legend:

Transitions:

--oo0oo--	- a transition from one character's setting or situation to
another character's. 
---***---	- provided for instances of unconsciousness, sleep, or
non-relevant transitions 
---zzz---	- a transition from sleeping reality to dreaming.
---uuu---	- a transition from dreaming to awakening reality.
---vvv---	- a transition from present time to recollection.
---^^^---	- a transition from recollection to present time.

[setting]	- indicates setting and time in one character's story.


Communications:

/*telepathic*/	- indicates telepathic communications.
(remark)	- narrator's remarks.
|language|	- indicates the language spoken by the character.