X-Book 1: New Allies New Enemies - Chapter 14 - Storm and Mary
Summary: (See Book 1: Prologue)
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Mary rinsed her face with cold water in the small sink and breathed
Airsickness, she thought queasily, Damn visions could've warned
me about that...
She had been in the cramped bathroom for about fifteen minutes
before she heard a light tapping on the door. A kind voice called
"Mary..." she heard Ororo Monroe say, "Are you
She did not respond right away, just focused on breathing.
"Um..." she began, "Yeah, I'm...ok. Just need...a
"I have some water when you're ready," Ororo called.
Mary cringed at the thought of putting something else in her
stomach, but decided it would help get the nasty taste out of her
Moving slowly, Mary opened the door to the bathroom and stepped
out. Ororo was waiting patiently, and gave her a hand to one of the
back passenger seats. Thankfully, they were a little more
comfortable than the front chairs.
Mary took a bottle of clear, cold water from the other woman
gratefully and leaned her head back against the wall after taking a
few uneasy sips.
"Feeling any better?" Ororo asked with a sympathetic smile.
Mary chuckled in a shaky voice, "Yeah, I guess. I think I'm
safe as long as there's nothing left to
oh, I'm sorry,
that's gross. I won't go there."
Ororo grinned, "Don't worry about it. I actually had the
same thing happen my first time on this jet
I guess I've just
gotten used to it. It's not quite like first class on a big
"I'll take your word for it," Mary said, sitting up,
"When I decide to visit home, I'm taking a train."
"There's actually a station not far from the school,"
Ororo replied, then thinking back unpleasantly on a previous
experience there, she added, "They actually renovated it about a
year ago. The new roof has several new very beautiful
Mary nodded as the woman spoke, appreciating the small talk amidst
all her serious decisions today. Ororo's voice had a quiet
accent that Mary could not place, and her voice was confident and
soothing. Although there was still a certain aloofness about her
which Mary figured could make her quite commanding in difficult
There was a moment of silence and Mary looked down at the cold
"When did you first know about your powers, Ms. Monroe?" she
asked, followed by another quick swallow of water.
"Please call me Ororo
" the other woman replied, and then
added with a teasing smile, "
Mary grinned as Storm continued.
"I was twelve
" she began, "Some of the children in my
village were playing a game
which I wasn't very good at.
They started teasing me and I got angry. Suddenly, it started to
snow and hail and that scared the other children away."
"How did you know the snow was your fault?" Mary asked,
"I mean, that could have happened anyway, right?"
"Not in Kenya in the middle of the summer," Storm said,
"That's what frightened them. Imagine a sudden July snow
storm in Arizona. Not a typical event."
"How did you know it was you?"
Storm shrugged, "I just knew. From then on, whenever I was upset
or angry, something would happen, whether it was wind or snow or
rain. It didn't take long for my parents to notice the
connection. Luckily, the Professor contacted them shortly after, and
he brought me to the school, to learn how to control that power."
" Mary said, "You were a student of his, too."
Storm nodded, "Yes, myself and Scott and
a few others
"So, he's been doing this for a long time then," Mary
said, and then her eyes widened and she stammered, "Um
that I mean it's been a long time since you were a student of
I just mean, you all have been doing this for a while
that long of a while
Storm smiled with amusement, "Longer than you think. We've
tried to help many children over the years
although it's not
always children. Many mutants don't recognize their powers until
they are much older. And then there are some that are obviously
mutants from birth."
Storm looked at Mary curiously for a moment, and Mary knew what her
next question would be, even without any precognition.
"When did you first learn of your gifts?"
Mary sighed, "It's a long story. But the Cliff's Notes
version is just as confusing
Storm waited for the girl to continue. Mary again studied the half-
empty water bottle with feigned interest, trying to figure out where
to begin. She decided to follow Storm's lead.
"I was ten," she began, "My parents had died a few years
before, so it was just me and Nana. The town had a few more
families then, but still only enough to have one real classroom. My
friends and I were playing in an empty part of the school, when I
thought I saw an..."
Mary hesitated a moment, giving Storm a nervous glance.
"Well, I had my first vision. But it wasn't like a dream of
the future, it was more like a flashback
flashback. Like I was seeing something from someone else's
Mary took a deep breath before continuing, shuttering a little from
"It was horrible
it was a war, and I was this vicious and
cruel soldier. I went into a kind of trance. Nana said I had a
fever for days and she took me to the Elder members of our tribe
when the doctor couldn't tell her what was wrong. The next thing
I remember after blacking out in the school is waking up in one of
the ceremonial caves. Ever since I've had visions. But more
since the attacks eight months ago
She glanced up at Storm, whose gaze was kind and understanding.
Though, inwardly, Storm was contemplating what Mary said with
concern. This girl had been affected by the attacks, as had many
others, but had never been sensed by Cerebro before, despite saying
that she had been having visions for years. Storm wondered why the
Professor had not identified Mary Sloane previously.
"You really think the Professor can help me learn to control
them?" Mary asked, shaking Storm from her thoughts.
"I believe he can
" Storm said, and then added with a grin,
"You know, the first training session I had with him and the
other students was a snowball fight. Challenge of it was, I had to
make my own snow
Mary laughed, "I don't think mine will be quite the
"It's only March," Storm said, "I may be able to arrange
one last snowfall before spring. Although I should warn you
do have one student who can split into several different copies of
himself. He's usually the toughest player to beat."
Mary blinked in surprise, "Copies of himself? Wow
can the others do?"
"I'm sure they'll all be more than willing to show off
when you arrive," Storm said, "You feel well enough to join
us again? I'm sure the Professor would like to answer any
you have. I should get back to the pilot's seat
hits more turbulence than I do."
" Mary said, standing, "The less of that the
The two women walked to the front of the jet to join the others.
The rest of the flight was pleasant and uneventful. The four
companions chatted on about the school and the children, and as Mary
spoke to Xavier specifically, she knew more and more that this was
where she was meant to go.
She only hoped that, be it the visions or the angels or anyone she
might meet, someone would eventually tell her why.