Date: Sun, 03 Apr 2005 22:36:27 -0600
From: Samuel ReesTait <element986@hotmail.com>
Subject: Xmen-Bobby and Alex Part 1

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	How many times a week does the average person cry? I've heard many
different numbers; some told me every day, others said they cry at least
couple times a week. I asked myself when the last time I cried was, and had
to think long and hard. I still haven't come up with an answer...

	I let out a deep, long sigh. Only a heavily burdened soul could
make such a noise.

	I wiped down the table in front of me before slinging the tea towel
over my shoulder. The restaurant around me was filled with the noises of
clinking glasses, clattering silverware and the dull roar of people talking
over dinner. I walked back into the kitchen to bring in my current order,
before I checked out for the night.

	"I'll see you later Lou," I called across the kitchen to my boss.

	He nodded my dismissal and I walked out of the restaurant to the
back parking lot. The crisp autumn air hit me as I made my way to my car. I
opened the door to my convertible and hopped in, taking off as soon as the
engine roared to life.

	I pulled up to a stop light beside a car full of teens. They
started the extremely clichéd, "My cars better than yours. lets race"
ritual, by revving their engine loudly. I smirked at the driver---a cocky
teenage kid. With a flick of my wrist his steering wheel slowly changed
into a black and white sea snake. It continued to slither up his arm,
causing a terrified look to grace his face. His eyes met mine in a mutual
understanding of my mutant abilities.

	I smiled at him and the snake apparition disappeared into
nothingness. He sped off through the red light going from zero to sixty in
under eight seconds. I smelt the smoke from his screeching tires.

	<Alex you ass! Quit power tripping and get your ass home. One of
these days you're gonna get yourself caught and put in a medical lab
somewhere!> I heard my best friend Cassie's voice echo in my head. She was
telepathically chiding me for showing off.

	<Awe, but Cass I can't let punks like that run around. It's against
my constitution!> I laughed back at her.

	I drove the rest of the way home forgetting to shoulder check at
least twice. I got to the front door, checked the mail, and got inside.

	Cassie would already know I was home, she was a telepath so
naturally it was a bitch to try and sneak up on her.

	She was listening to music in her room so I went and flipped on the
T.V.  Nothing good was on so I surfed the net for a couple of hours.

	<Hey Cass come in here a sec?> I sent to her.

	A few minutes passed and Cassie came out of her room. She had a
pair of black pajama pants and a black braw on her flawless body. The hard
wood floor creaked as she crossed my room towards me.

	"This better be good I'm missing the top twenty for this," she
scowled before pulling up a chair next to me.

	"Check out this site," I told her, referring to the Xavier's School
for Gifted Youngsters home page.

	She was busy reading so I left her for a few minutes to go grab a
lemonade from the fridge. When I came back she was on the phone.

	"Who are you talk..."

	She cut me off with a wave of her hand. I waited patiently for her
to hang up. When she did she breathed a sigh.

	"Alex I think it's important that we go to this school,"

	"What?! You hate organizations and institutions."

	"Yeah I know," She sighed, wiping a piece of brown hair out from in
front of her cherry-wood coloured eyes, "but who knows how strong we could
be if we had some instruction? I want to be powerful Alex. Moving shit
around with my mind is fine but I want to learn to protect myself from
these spycho Friends of Humanity denominations."

	I nodded in response and left the room. She followed me into my Zen
green coloured room. I pulled out a couple of suitcases and began to pack
my clothes and some of my personal belongings.

	"I'm up for it if your up for it. No more of this child’s play with
teenagers at stoplights, let's train find out how deep our abilities run."
I spoke as I shoved some random mix CD's into a University of Saskatchewan
bag.

	Shortly after, Cassie left to go pack her own things. I finished up
in my own room and grabbed the cordless phone.

	555-7584

	"Hello I'd like to book a flight for first thing in the morning."

	"Yes sir, may I have your full name and final destination please?'

	"Alex James Moore and that's to New York, U.S.A"

	"Alright sir is that a round trip?"

	"No ma'm, It's two adult, one way tickets."

	"Alrighty let me just check for you here," she said. I heard typing
in the back ground for a minute before she replied.

	"I can get you a flight departing on Saturday November 6th at
3h00?"

	"That's 3am this morning?"

	"That's correct sir."

	I checked my watch and noticed that it was only 10:13pm.

	"Yes that would be perfect. Thank you very much," I said excitedly.

	"Your very welcome sir, you will be traveling with West Jet
airlines. We recommend that you come 45 minutes before your
departure. Please make sure you have a photo ID, government identification
and a passport as this is an international flight. Thank you for flying
West Jet Airlines and have a good trip."

	I got off the phone just as Cassie ran from her room. She didn't
even bother to slow down before she hugged me so we fell back on my bed
laughing.

	"I'm so excited we get to go!" She laughed.

	I rolled my eyes and got up to make a few more phone calls. I
phoned work to let them know I'd be quitting(bad work ethic I know I know),
and I called my parents at their party to let them know my plans. They were
thrilled that I was going to the school (which apparently had a good
reputation). I had them make the necessary arrangements with my school to
let met transfer.

	In case your wondering Cassie had lived with me and my parents for
a year now since her rents took off on her when she was sixteen.

	Cassie and I watched T.V for a couple of hours to kill the
time. Before we knew it the time had reached 1:30am. So we got up and
called a cab. A bright yellow taxi showed up as we turned off all the
lights in my house.  Darkness engulfed my childhood home before we shut the
door. I followed Cassie out to the car and threw our bags in the trunk.

	"Airport please," I told the cab driver as he hit a few buttons
which then in turn caused a few beeps to pierce the air.

	I heard the cab driver sigh as he pulled a U-turn to go to the free
way. I looked out the window and watched giant snowflakes fall from the
sky. I would miss Canadian winters.  The cab drove us to the airport and i
paid the hasty fair of $32.70.

	We walked into the busy Saskatoon airport. People milled about
catching flights and picking up their baggage. Cassie went to grab our
tickets and I headed to the bathroom. I hate airport bathrooms especially
the 'ribbed condom' machines and the 'breath freshener' dispensers. I
looked into the mirror and moved a few strands of my messy, multi-tonal
brown hair. It hung down a bit over my tan face and jade green eyes. I
guess you could say I was attractive. Cassie said it was why I got away
with being such a shit disturber.

	Two men came in the bathroom as I was looking in the mirror. You
know that feeling you get when you know something isn't right, but you
ignore it anyway? I started to feel trapped by their threatening presence.
Before I could react the taller of the two grabbed me from behind while his
buddy helped usher me into a stall.

	"Get the fuck off me" I spoke gravely.

	I grabbed the smaller one around the neck and looked into his
eyes. They held a cocky stare until I started to crush his mind
telepathically. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped to
the floor. The taller one behind me began to strangle my neck but I flicked
my hand and a hundred snakes or so rose pushing the tiled floor apart. They
began to slither and crawl over the man until he let me go, frantically
trying to get the poisonous black mamba snakes off of him. I flicked my
wrist and they disappeared. He was visibly shaken when he looked at me, I
heard his thoughts about how I must be some mutant freak. I mentally fired
the hell out of his central nervous system and he joined his comrade on the
floor.

	I walked out of the airport and saw Cassie waiting for me. She knew
exactly what happened and stayed to keep a look out while i was dealing
with the assholes in the bathroom. She knew if I needed her help I'd let
her know. We grabbed some donuts from Googie's and then boarded the
plane. Poor Cassie shook with nervousness, she hated flying. I reached over
and grabbed her hand and she cast me a scared look.

	<You'll be fine hun> I sent to her as I used my empathic abilities
to send calming emotions to her. She fell asleep a few minutes before the
world blacked out for me as well.

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	So that's the first chapter. A little short but I have to start
somewhere. 

If you like it send me some feed
back or I won't write anymore!
-J.T