Post by Angie on Jan 7, 2007 19:30:50 GMT -5
Okay, I had a really elaborate dream set in the world of the X-Men, and I thought it was pretty interesting, so I decided to do a fanfic about it (I've been writing all day, and I have like eight un-edited pages worth of fanfic-cy crap 
). I will do my very best to try to make sure it's not annoyingly Mary-Sue-ish or anything because the main character was actually me in the dream. Perhaps I'll make her personality a little different from mine or something (or change her appearance, as I did with the hair color in the beginning of this chapter) to draw a line between us. Also, some of the characters are based off of real people (such as Jessica), so I have changed all names.
I have only seen the movies and some episodes of X-Men: Evolution (fairly recent cartoon), so I'm going to take some liberties with people's ages and stuff. I will keep to the deaths that occurred in X3 and the whole Phoenix thing, but I will probably change some other plot aspects. Also, I am not well-versed in her power (there are non-mutant people in real life who claim to be able to do some of the things she will be able to do), so I'm going to do it as it pleases me. Hopefully it won't just be a one-shot because I didn't explain everything in the first chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters other than Celeste, Jessica, Will, the Turner family (and I actually probably don't own them because it's based off of a local legend ), or any other characters that I choose to make up at a later date, nor do I own the world in which this is set, no matter how much I would like to. I do, however, own a very nice shiny new penny I found lying on the ground this morning. So let's recap: X-Men - not mine, shiny new penny - mine.
~
"Hey, Celeste," said a tall Mexican girl as she sat down at the table by the cafeteria door where she always ate lunch with her friends. "A bunch of us are going to go hang out at Turner Cemetery this weekend for Halloween. Want to come?"
Celeste, a green-eyed girl with strawberry blond hair, looked up, a little skeptical, "What's so special about that place, anyway? Is it like really haunted or something? I'm not sure it's quite my cup of tea."
Jessica, the Mexican girl who had invited her, grinned slyly at the opportunity to spin a yarn and get a reaction out of her, "Scared? You should be. They say old man Turner was a big drinker, and one night he went totally crazy and killed his wife and kids, and then he killed himself. Strange things kept happening every time anyone tried to live in the Turner house, so they eventually tore it down to make the cemetery. Well, they tore most of it down; they couldn't get rid of the porch. They say he buried all the bodies underneath it before he committed suicide, and they all still haunt the area today. They even had to quit using the graveyard after a couple of decades because no one could visit their dead relatives without getting spooked."
"'Getting spooked'?" Celeste thought to herself. "I'm a chicken, but this sounds ridiculous."
She replied, "Okay, I'm in."
~*~ (this is my divider for scenes)
Celeste and half a dozen of her friends sat in the back of a truck as they drove down the tree-lined gravel road that led to Turner Cemetery. They were all having a good time laughing at each other and trying to make the night more terrifying. A low-hanging branch swept across the back of a boy named Will, and he screamed and jumped down flat onto the truckbed.
Everybody cracked up laughing.
"Dude, it's just a tree!"
"You scream like a chick, man!"
"Wow, I'm surprised you didn't pee your pants!"
Will regained most of his composure and sat up, "Give me a break! It could have been anything!"
"Yeah, like a ghost?"
"Ooo-eee-ooh!"
"Shut up!"
They all continued to laugh at him, but some, including Celeste, quieted down when they saw the rickety wooden sign that said "Turner Cemetery" in faded letters swaying slowly in the wind by the roadside a few yards ahead. The truck pulled into the makeshift driveway as the aim of the jesting spread from just Will to all of the more frightened-looking ones.
"Come on, it's just through these trees here. Are you sure you can make it? I hear it's pret-ty scary," said Jessica sarcastically as she grabbed a flashlight and hopped down.
Celeste stayed toward the back of the group as they all headed in because the supersititous part of her figured that anything that might actually be there would go for the first people it saw.
After they got through the brush, she wished for a flashlight, not only to calm the nerves that racketed from feeling lost in a place she'd never been before, but also because the night was darker than any other she could recall.
"Man, I'm getting chills over here!" came a voice from somewhere amidst the murk.
"It's almost November, and it's the middle of the night! It's supposed to be cold!" said Celeste, more for her own comfort.
"Then why is it colder in some areas than other, huh? Isn't that a sign of ghosts?"
"It's called wind!"
"I don't think so. . ."
She felt a chill and backed away from the area she thought was the source of the cold, but she moved so fast she stumbled over a tombstone and fell down. She felt around, and her hand rested on the edge of what seemed to be a large, flat concrete slab.
"Hey, guys, I think I found the por-"
But her voice stopped in her throat as she felt a terrible surge of cold and energy suddenly course through her entire body. She had shut her eyes at first because of the shock and pain, but she felt something icy on the sides of her head, so she pried her lids back open. She soon wished she hadn't.
The surge she had felt was nothing compared to what it became when she saw a hollow, sorrowful, terrified face inches from her own. The image became clearer, but Celeste's vision changed. Everything looked as though she was seeing the world through a film of moving water and a thin layer of fog being constantly blown by the breeze. It was a strange, and even terrifying, sensation for her, especially because she was looking straight at such a tortured face through this new lens.
The person in front of her was desperately grabbing at her (that was the cold she had felt on the sides of her head earlier, she realized), and they seemed to be trying to tell her something, but no sound was coming out of their mouth. Celeste strained her ears, but that seemed to make it harder for her to hear the person because at that very moment, she began to hear what seemed to be the ocean waves crashing on a shore, and everything gained an eery echo slightly.
It now sounded as though the woman, for Celeste finally gained her senses enough to realize that she was such, were whispering, even though she looked like she was screaming with all her might.
With the waves in her ears and the wind of the night blowing as hard as it could, she still couldn't understand the woman, so she strained even harder to get in touch with her. Suddenly, the cold, the energy, and the pain surged through her like never before, and she yelled out involuntarily.
The scream, which sounded nearly ethereal, seemed to last forever and extend to every crevice of the universe with its haunting tones that signified a torture beyond belief, and Celeste hardly believed that the sound came from herself.
With the pain and energy came a sudden new sense of awareness for her, for when it came, she could hear dozens of echoing voices simultaneously, some louder than others, but all, though they did seem distorted compared to what one considers a normal voice, were very clear to her.
One voice stood out to her more than any other. It was that of the woman who had been trying to get her attention this whole time.
A shudder went through Celeste's body now that she finally heard the sound that conveyed more agony and fear than she had ever felt in her life.
"We didn't do anything to him! He wants to kill us, but we didn't do anything to him! Why does he want to kill us? Oh, God, why? We didn't do anything to him!"
And then, to Celeste, everything went black.
~
If I decide to make Celeste's superhero ( ) name Phantom or something of that sort, that is a nod to my dear friend Ash, who loves The Phantom of the Opera even more than I do. ;D Her name was originally Christina (similar to Christine, no?), but I thought Celeste fit better. You'll see what I mean later on.
). I will do my very best to try to make sure it's not annoyingly Mary-Sue-ish or anything because the main character was actually me in the dream. Perhaps I'll make her personality a little different from mine or something (or change her appearance, as I did with the hair color in the beginning of this chapter) to draw a line between us. Also, some of the characters are based off of real people (such as Jessica), so I have changed all names.I have only seen the movies and some episodes of X-Men: Evolution (fairly recent cartoon), so I'm going to take some liberties with people's ages and stuff. I will keep to the deaths that occurred in X3 and the whole Phoenix thing, but I will probably change some other plot aspects. Also, I am not well-versed in her power (there are non-mutant people in real life who claim to be able to do some of the things she will be able to do), so I'm going to do it as it pleases me.
Hopefully it won't just be a one-shot because I didn't explain everything in the first chapter. Disclaimer: I do not own any characters other than Celeste, Jessica, Will, the Turner family (and I actually probably don't own them because it's based off of a local legend
), or any other characters that I choose to make up at a later date, nor do I own the world in which this is set, no matter how much I would like to. I do, however, own a very nice shiny new penny I found lying on the ground this morning. So let's recap: X-Men - not mine, shiny new penny - mine. ~
"Hey, Celeste," said a tall Mexican girl as she sat down at the table by the cafeteria door where she always ate lunch with her friends. "A bunch of us are going to go hang out at Turner Cemetery this weekend for Halloween. Want to come?"
Celeste, a green-eyed girl with strawberry blond hair, looked up, a little skeptical, "What's so special about that place, anyway? Is it like really haunted or something? I'm not sure it's quite my cup of tea."
Jessica, the Mexican girl who had invited her, grinned slyly at the opportunity to spin a yarn and get a reaction out of her, "Scared? You should be. They say old man Turner was a big drinker, and one night he went totally crazy and killed his wife and kids, and then he killed himself. Strange things kept happening every time anyone tried to live in the Turner house, so they eventually tore it down to make the cemetery. Well, they tore most of it down; they couldn't get rid of the porch. They say he buried all the bodies underneath it before he committed suicide, and they all still haunt the area today. They even had to quit using the graveyard after a couple of decades because no one could visit their dead relatives without getting spooked."
"'Getting spooked'?" Celeste thought to herself. "I'm a chicken, but this sounds ridiculous."
She replied, "Okay, I'm in."
~*~ (this is my divider for scenes)
Celeste and half a dozen of her friends sat in the back of a truck as they drove down the tree-lined gravel road that led to Turner Cemetery. They were all having a good time laughing at each other and trying to make the night more terrifying. A low-hanging branch swept across the back of a boy named Will, and he screamed and jumped down flat onto the truckbed.
Everybody cracked up laughing.
"Dude, it's just a tree!"
"You scream like a chick, man!"
"Wow, I'm surprised you didn't pee your pants!"
Will regained most of his composure and sat up, "Give me a break! It could have been anything!"
"Yeah, like a ghost?"
"Ooo-eee-ooh!"
"Shut up!"
They all continued to laugh at him, but some, including Celeste, quieted down when they saw the rickety wooden sign that said "Turner Cemetery" in faded letters swaying slowly in the wind by the roadside a few yards ahead. The truck pulled into the makeshift driveway as the aim of the jesting spread from just Will to all of the more frightened-looking ones.
"Come on, it's just through these trees here. Are you sure you can make it? I hear it's pret-ty scary," said Jessica sarcastically as she grabbed a flashlight and hopped down.
Celeste stayed toward the back of the group as they all headed in because the supersititous part of her figured that anything that might actually be there would go for the first people it saw.
After they got through the brush, she wished for a flashlight, not only to calm the nerves that racketed from feeling lost in a place she'd never been before, but also because the night was darker than any other she could recall.
"Man, I'm getting chills over here!" came a voice from somewhere amidst the murk.
"It's almost November, and it's the middle of the night! It's supposed to be cold!" said Celeste, more for her own comfort.
"Then why is it colder in some areas than other, huh? Isn't that a sign of ghosts?"
"It's called wind!"
"I don't think so. . ."
She felt a chill and backed away from the area she thought was the source of the cold, but she moved so fast she stumbled over a tombstone and fell down. She felt around, and her hand rested on the edge of what seemed to be a large, flat concrete slab.
"Hey, guys, I think I found the por-"
But her voice stopped in her throat as she felt a terrible surge of cold and energy suddenly course through her entire body. She had shut her eyes at first because of the shock and pain, but she felt something icy on the sides of her head, so she pried her lids back open. She soon wished she hadn't.
The surge she had felt was nothing compared to what it became when she saw a hollow, sorrowful, terrified face inches from her own. The image became clearer, but Celeste's vision changed. Everything looked as though she was seeing the world through a film of moving water and a thin layer of fog being constantly blown by the breeze. It was a strange, and even terrifying, sensation for her, especially because she was looking straight at such a tortured face through this new lens.
The person in front of her was desperately grabbing at her (that was the cold she had felt on the sides of her head earlier, she realized), and they seemed to be trying to tell her something, but no sound was coming out of their mouth. Celeste strained her ears, but that seemed to make it harder for her to hear the person because at that very moment, she began to hear what seemed to be the ocean waves crashing on a shore, and everything gained an eery echo slightly.
It now sounded as though the woman, for Celeste finally gained her senses enough to realize that she was such, were whispering, even though she looked like she was screaming with all her might.
With the waves in her ears and the wind of the night blowing as hard as it could, she still couldn't understand the woman, so she strained even harder to get in touch with her. Suddenly, the cold, the energy, and the pain surged through her like never before, and she yelled out involuntarily.
The scream, which sounded nearly ethereal, seemed to last forever and extend to every crevice of the universe with its haunting tones that signified a torture beyond belief, and Celeste hardly believed that the sound came from herself.
With the pain and energy came a sudden new sense of awareness for her, for when it came, she could hear dozens of echoing voices simultaneously, some louder than others, but all, though they did seem distorted compared to what one considers a normal voice, were very clear to her.
One voice stood out to her more than any other. It was that of the woman who had been trying to get her attention this whole time.
A shudder went through Celeste's body now that she finally heard the sound that conveyed more agony and fear than she had ever felt in her life.
"We didn't do anything to him! He wants to kill us, but we didn't do anything to him! Why does he want to kill us? Oh, God, why? We didn't do anything to him!"
And then, to Celeste, everything went black.
~
If I decide to make Celeste's superhero (
) name Phantom or something of that sort, that is a nod to my dear friend Ash, who loves The Phantom of the Opera even more than I do. ;D Her name was originally Christina (similar to Christine, no?), but I thought Celeste fit better. You'll see what I mean later on. 