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Angel In The Attic	By : fusedtwilight Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angel in the Attic
Chapter 7

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta Lisa.
Last chapter Michael had a big fight with his father and an old enemy of the X-Men showed up to cause trouble and a mysterious new player was revealed to be keeping an eye on Michael. This chapter Michael has a run in with some bad guys and taps into his blood lust.

Days passed and Michael had heard no word from his family.
The crowd outside had thinned out a bit now but there were still people walking around with signs and bibles.
It made him sick to think it was him they were praying to. If he wasn't going to hell before, he was sure the Devil had a spot for him ready and waiting now.
He went to the mall with Jay and the other New Mutant squad again. He was glad the vehicles had black tinted windows so none of the people outside the gates could see he was leaving. He did not want them following him around.
What did the future hold for his family? How much were they going to suffer because of him? Would he manifest any more powers? What else could he do? How did he heal that girl and himself? Why did those mutants try and kidnap him?
His friends had been very supportive. Everyone at the school knew what he was going through; some more than others.
The mall was rather slow on this particular day. They were gathered around the fountain and were talking about various things; clothes and hot guys for the girls, music and video games for the guys.
Only Michael was the only one not talking, not because he had no idea what they were talking about. (Which for the majority of the things they discussed he did not) But he was just in a dark mood that he couldn't shake off.
For the most part he was quiet, but when someone asked him a question he gave them a smile and answered. If there was one thing being locked up in the attic had taught him, it was how to act happier then what he really was.
He could not fool Jay though. His roommate knew Michael was going through a dark time right now. But he left Michael alone, not wanting to push him. If he needed a hand Jay would be more than happy to help, but until then he would keep an eye on him and hope he would get better soon.
Michael decided he wanted to wander around; the mall was so quiet he wanted to take the time to enjoy it and roam around by himself. He excused himself from the group and began to wander aimlessly.
He found this one particular shop he liked. It sold all kinds of religious items and paraphernalia. Crosses, bibles, paintings and pictures and various effigy's of angels, Jesus, and various other Christian or Catholic themed pictures.
He bought a new silver cross for fifty dollars and wore it proudly around his neck.
He took the escalator upstairs and did not notice he was being followed.
The section of the top floor he was on was almost completely deserted. He turned a corner and found no more shops, just a dead end.
He turned around and stopped. There was a group of five men, a little older than him.But the way they were grouped together and the looks they were giving him made him stop in his tracks.
"Well, well, well. Look boys, it's the YouTube sensation himself," the leader; a blonde with blue eyes said mockingly.
Michael cringed. Of course they saw the videos, who didn't? Last Michael heard the video of his battle with Kid Omega had over a million hits.
"Umm, excuse me," Michael said.
He went to move but they flanked out cutting off his exit.
"Come on now, let's talk. That's all we want to do, right boys?" the leader asked.
They began to walk towards Michael and he backed away from them.
"Must think you're a celebrity with all those bible thumpers outside your school, huh mutie?" the leader sneered.
Mutie, a word Michael hated to hear. It was a derogatory term created to insult mutants. It was a term of pure racism and ignorance. Something only the ignorant and spiteful used towards a mutant. Michael had heard the term before, but was not used to having it directed at himself.
"I just want to be left alone," he said.
"Well to bad pretty boy, we're going to teach you your place. We'll start by plucking every single feather from those wings of yours."
"It's disgusting man, they think they can imitate angels. It's insulting!" one of the other delinquents said.
"God loves us all," Michael said.
"Please, like God would love a filthy piece of shit like you," the leader said.
They were going to hurt him, really hurt him. He could see it in their eyes. The looks of pure disgust and hate, he could not understand why they wanted to hurt him. He had done nothing to them.
He had to keep calm; he would not be a victim. The X-men had taught him to defend himself. Obviously he could not use his power on the youths, but he knew some martial arts.
But could he take on five of these guys? What if his super-strength kicked in like it did when he fought Rockslide? What if a simple punch caused one of them to lose their heads?
His back hit the wall and he realized he was out of options, but he felt too afraid to act. What if he hurt someone? This was not some suppedup villain; these were average human beings.
What about the fire? He had been learning to use it to just project a small enough blast to send a person flying away from him.
The delinquents were about to pounce on him when a shrill female voice shouted. "Stop!"
They all turned to look. Michael could not see past them but he was hoping the woman in question was not hurt because of him. He had heard stories of humans sympathetic to mutants assaulted because of their compassion.
"Get out of here," the leader said.
"Listen pal, all I have to do is scream, which I can do really loud, and then every mall cop in here will come running to this spot."
"Unless you want some of the same treatment we're about to give this freak, I suggest you run along girlie," the leader said.
The girl laughed. There was something familiar about her voice, but Michael couldn't place it.
"You idiots, I am trying to do you a favor. You saw what he can do on the net right? You know he can shoot fire out of his hands and you want to pick a fight with him?"
Some of his would-be-assailants looked at him nervously.
"So, unless you want to be barbecued I suggest you all run along and find some other helpless person to harass."
Time passed and Michael feared they would call her bluff. It was true; he could roast them, but he would never use his power to kill someone, even if they wanted to hurt him.
Finally the leader let out an angry sigh. "Let's go guys."
They all followed the blonde. As they passed the girl the leader snarled at her. "Mutant loving whore!"
With that final verbal assault they left and Michael saw who his savior was.
"It's you," he said.
It was the girl from the club; the one he healed. She looked a lot better now that she was cleaned up of blood and she wasn't on the verge of dying. She wore a blue t-shirt that exposed her belly and a black jacket with a blue denim skirt. Michaelthought she looked really good in blue; maybe it was her skin or her hair but it seemed to be her color.
He noticed she wore a white feather in her hair; it was tied to a single lock by a leather thread.
She smiled, showing off perfect white teeth.
"I am so sorry I didn't get here in time, I saw they were following you and I knew they were trouble."
Michael was grateful to her, but he was also weary of her. He had seen her outside the institute with all the other religious nuts with their signs and prayer beads.
"I have wanted to meet you for so long, ever since you saved me that night."
She took off the feather and held it in her hand.
"I kept this as a reminder. I have been showing it to everyone, spreading the story of how you saved me and defeated that horrible boy."
"I had help," Michael said.
The girl had been walking closer and closer; now she was so close Michael could smell the perfume she was wearing. She smelled really nice...she was awfully close now.
"I was so afraid, I prayed to God to save me, and then you showed up and healed me," she whispered.
"It was...nothing," Michael said not feeling comfortable with how close she was to him now.
"I want to thank you," she said.
"You're welcome...umm...you're pretty close."
She smiled"Thank you."
She leaned forward and kissed him. Michael's eyes became as wide as dinner plates. Her eyes were closed, her hands on his shoulders.
"Michael!"
The girl let go of him and they turned and saw Jay and the others looking shocked.
"Jay, this is...um...what is your name?" Michael asked the girl.
"Anna," she said.
Nori suddenly appeared beside them, using her speed to cross the distance between the two groups in a heartbeat. "I recognize you; you're one of those nut jobs who have been hanging outside the school," she said giving Anna a frown.
"Yes, Michael saved me and I was thanking him," she said frowning back at Nori.
"Well, I think he has gotten enough thanks from you, let's go Mich," Nori said taking his arm.
"Wait Michael, come with me. I want to introduce you to the others," Anna said grabbing his other arm.
"What others?" Michael asked.
"The other people who believe in you, just like I do. I have been telling people what you did. They want to meet you too. They want to meet the angel from heaven."
"Alright, that's enough Anna, if you want to meet Michael you're going to have to make an appointment," Nori said.
"Who are you? His girlfriend?" Anna asked glaring at Nori.
"No, but I am his friend and I don't like how you think you have a right to be grabbing him like this!"
The two glared at one another, each still holding onto Michael's hand. David sensing a fight brewing, cautiously approached the trio. "Come on now ladies, let's not make a scene."
"We're not!" they both yelled.
"What's going on here?" a voice asked.
Everyone turned and saw a mall security cop walking toward them, with a stern look on his face.
The girls let go of Michael's hands.
"Is there a problem here?" he asked.
"No sir, we were just hanging out," David said.
"Well, why don't you hang out somewhere else," he admonished.
They all quickly left, the guard glared at them as they walked off. Once they were gone he smirked. His eyes flashed yellow and turned into cat like slits.
Magneto had Mystique follow Michael around, learning everything she could about him. It was not easy as he spent most of his time at the Xavier institute and they had increased their security where even she would not be able to infiltrate them.
So she spent most of her time as a bird outside the school, watching and waiting for him to come out.
Magneto would give her the order soon to collect the boy.
And she already had an idea how she would do it.

"What a freak!" Nori said.
They had managed to ditch Ana after they left the mall. Michael had told them what happened but it hadn't softened Nori at all.
"Come on Nor, she saved me," Michael said.
"You didn't need saving Mich, you could have handled those guys," Jay said.
"I didn't want to hurt them," Michael said.
"Hurt them, then heal them, then beat the crap out of them again," Josh said.
"I don't know how to heal though, I only did it the one time," Michael said.
"Maybe Josh can teach you; he's really good at healing," Laurie said.
Josh smiled at Laurie and she blushed.
"It would be nice to have another healer around," Nori said.
"I know, it would give me a break," Josh said remembering all the times he had to be called in to heal someone. The amount of mortal injuries the X-men received was staggering. Whenever they went out on a mission they had him on standby.
"I am sure Warren wouldn't mind if I took some time to study that part of my power, I will talk to him when we get back to the school," Michael said.
"You know, with the fire and the healing you are more of an angel than Warren is," Sofia said with a smile.
"Let's hope that is all I can do, I am tired of some new power popping up," Michael said.

Michael and Warren were walking in the woods on the school ground.
Xavier owned a lot of land so it was not uncommon for students to go camping or go on hikes.
Michael told Warren about what happened at the mall. Warren was a little upset he didn't try to defend himself but understood Michael's hesitance.
"You have to become more confident in yourself Michael. If you fear your powers then you give them control, and you must always be in control of your powers," Warren said.
"I wish I was more like you; you don't have to worry about shooting fire or randomly becoming freakishly strong," Michael said.
"You can use your powers for good Michael; remember you saved Betsy from Pyro and the Cuckoos from Quinton," Warren said. "And if you develop your healing power you could help a lot more people."
Michael sighed and held out his hand. He felt the familiar prickling sensation and the fire and lightning appeared in his hand. "It would be good to know I can do something more than burn things."
"The fire can be useful, we have plenty of kids who can manipulate fire and they can use it responsibly. Well, most of the time. You just have to learn how to use it in different ways is all. You need to be more confident."
He pointed to a tree.
"Go on, hit it with your power."
"What?" Michael asked.
"Hit the tree with your power," Warren said.
"Why? It's just an old tree," Michael said.
"Then think of it as an enemy. Think of it as something that wants to hurt you."
"But what about the birds and the other animals that live in it?"
"Just blow up the damn tree!" Warren exclaimed.
Michael raised his hand and pointed it at the tree. The energy shot forward and hit it, reducing the base to dust in a second. The rest of the tree fell back, sending a major vibration through the earth as it hit the ground.
"See? Wasn't that fun?" Warren asked.
"A little," Michael said with a smile, feeling more than a little elated at the tree's destruction.
"You're a guy Michael, we love blowing stuff up," Warren said with a smile.
He reached down and picked up a rock. "I am going to toss this into the air and I want you to zap it."
Warren tossed the rock into the air. Michael pointed his palm in the air and fired. His energy shot out and reduced the stone to dust.
"Like that?" Warren asked.
Michael just smiled.
"Let's see how quick you are," Warren commented, grabbing a bunch of smaller rocks.
The pair of them had some fun. Warren would toss a bunch of the small rocks in the air and Michael would try and shoot them before they hit the ground.
"Try and focus your power, see if you can narrow it to make it shoot out faster, like a bullet," Warren said.
Michael pointed his finger at the sky, he imagined his power gathering in his finger; he imagined his power was like the cork in a bottle. He imagined his power was gathering and gathering until the pressure got so great he felt like his finger would pop.
There was a sound like lightning streaking through the sky and his power shot out in a narrow beam and it hit three of the rocks in a row.
Michael looked at his smoking finger amazed. "I did it."
"See, you have it in you," Warren said walking over to him. "Just imagine what you can do with your power Michael. If you can shape it like that maybe you can control it in other ways. Lots of mutants can manipulate energy in ways besides just blowing stuff up. Try and think of new ways to use your power."
Michael looked at his hands. He brought them together and focused. His hands glowed as he focused his power and his hands were enveloped in his fire. Warren watched as Michael scowled in concentration, and to his amazement a fiery ball appeared above Michael's outstretched hands. Like a little mini-sun.
"That's amazing Michael," Warren said.
Michael stared at the orb in wonder. It was so beautiful; like he was actually holding the sun in his hands. He pulled his right hand from out under the orb and with a shaking hand he reached into the orb.
"Careful Michael," Warren said cautiously.
"It's okay, my power has never hurt me," Michael said.
Had anyone else put their hand in their orb, it would have been reduced to dust. But Michael had never been burned by his energy. Whether it was his immunity to flame, or some inbuilt mechanism that kept him from being burned from his own power, Michael did not know.
But the sensation he felt from the sun in his hands was rather pleasant. The energy tickled his flesh it caressed his fingers almost lovingly. The inside of the orb felt fluid-like; he could feel the energy inside moving around his fingers like water.
He poured a little bit more energy in it and the orb began to grow. It grew and grew until it was the size of a beach ball.
Warren put his hand on Michael's shoulder. Michael shook his head as if he was coming out of a trance and looked at Warren. "I think you should stop it there Mich," he said, his face more serious now.
Michael had no idea how to make it smaller. He remembered Noriko telling him one time what it was like when she used her electricity based powers. He remembered how she said absorbing electricity for her felt like water falling into a pond; it becomes a part of the pond, it becomes a part of her.
So he imagined that he was a pond. That the fire was water that would simply be added to his mass, his body. Because it was a part of him; it came from him, now it would return to him.
The orb grew smaller and smaller, he felt an odd tingling sensation in his arms. Eventually the orb disappeared and the energy died down.
"Wow...that was amazing," Michael said.
Warren still had his hand on Michael's shoulder and he could feel Michael's whole body was trembling. A whole slew of emotions were running through Michael's mind; amazement, wonder, awe, and a slight tinge of trepidation.
Creating something so beautiful had changed something in Michael. It opened doors in his mind that had been tightly closed before. He had only seen his energy as a weapon of destruction, but now…
Now he wanted to do more with his power, now he wanted to see how far he could go. It was an odd sensation for him, he was usually afraid of his power, but since being at Xavier's he had used the fire in such intense ways that always left him with a feeling of longing afterwards.
"Don't lose focus Michael, don't forget that old saying about playing with fire," Warren said.
"How big do you think I could have made it?" he asked.
"We won't know until we test it under the proper conditions. But with your potential I wouldn't be surprised if you made it the size of a large building."
"My potential?" he asked.
Warren sighed. "It is time you know the truth. We think we know why Magneto wanted to capture you."
"Why?"
"Remember when you went through power placement?"
"Yes, Sage used her power to analyze my abilities."
"Well, she found some things about you that we think explains why he wants you."
"What? What kind of things?" Michael asked.
"Michael, you are an omega-level mutant," Warren said.
"A what?" Michael asked not recognizing the term.
"Many years ago, scientists from all over the world got together to share and discuss research on the mutant community. They came up with classifications for mutants to help explain the kind of power group they belong to. Omega's are the rarest and the most powerful type of mutant that exists."
Michael stared at him in shock. "But, I'm not powerful. I fly and shoot fire and sometimes I heal people, but I am far from powerful."
"Maybe not now. But as you get older your powers will continue to grow and grow. Hell, you might even develop new powers. When Bobby was young he could only cover his body in snow and freeze things, now he can turn his body into living ice, absorb water to add to his mass, alter his shape, shoot beams of freezing ice. And Jean used to get headaches if she used her telekinesis too much; now she can raise a whole building without even bleeding out her nose."
"Bobby and Jean? You mean Mr. Drake and Mrs. Summers?" Michael asked.
"Yes. They're omegas too Michael. So is your friend Josh and so is...Quinton Quire."
"Kid Omega?"
"Yes. He was not always that powerful; he was a pretty good telepath and was able to think much faster than normal people. A million thoughts per second they would say. But he abused a drug called kick to make his powers stronger, and it caused his power to increase too quickly for him to handle."
"Will that happen to me?" Michael asked.
Warren shook his head. "As long as you don't go abusing drugs like he did it shouldn't. Omega mutants have limitless potential, if they can tap into the full force of their power; they can become Godlike even. You saw what Quinton could do; from a brilliant mind with a decent level of telepathy, to more destructive power than a hundred tanks."
"So what will I be able to do?" Michael asked.
"Well, all kinds of things. But that won't be for a long time from now. For now all we need worry about is your energy projection power."
"What about the healing and super-strength?" Michael asked.
"Tessa says your power is governed by your will power. The more you believe in yourself, the more powerful you are. But when you start to doubt yourself it impairs your abilities. Now think of it, why did you become super strong?"
"Well, I didn't want Rockslide to hurt Jay. Plus he called me Angel Jr. and that irritated me."
"And why did you heal that girl?"
"I didn't want her to die."
"Exactly. Your desire to protect others allowed you to tap into those other powers. I think you healed yourself because it was instinct. Your subconscious acknowledged your desire to stay alive, and you wanted the pain to go away so you healed yourself. You're proving to be more of an angel then I am."
"So, I have been hearing," Michael said remembering Sofia's words.
He thought for a moment. It was hard to believe he was the same class of being as Mr. Drake and Mrs. Summers. He remembered seeing them in action on tv, they were some of the strongest X-men, and Warren was telling him one day he could be as powerful as them?
"Warren, am I dangerous?" Michael asked.
Warren rubbed the back of his neck. "Personally, I don't think you are. You're a sweet, kind, caring kid Michael. Sweeter then I was when I was your age. But there is a power inside you that has no limit. A power that is very dangerous, which is why you must learn to control your power because one day that power will come out whether you like it or not."
"What would Magneto do with me if he captured me?" Michael asked.
"We don't know. Obviously it has something to with you being an omega mutant. But I promise you, he won't get you Michael, we won't let him," Warren said.
"Thank you for telling me this Warren," Michael said.
"I am sorry I didn't tell you sooner. But we all thought with everything you were going through you didn't need to have this on your shoulders."
"It's okay. I understand I really do. So...can we train some more...you're right...I want to learn control...I want to finally face this power of mine and master it."
Warren smiled. "Alright. Let's go back to the school."

Magneto watched as Quinton led the other scientists and technicians. He was barking orders and going over some blueprints. Exodus and Fabian Cortez stood next to him.
"The boy is proving very useful," Magneto said.
Cortez snorted. "He is a pain in the ass. Please tell me we will get rid of him once he is done redesigning the cruciform."
"Don't be a fool. He is an omega-level mutant," Exodus said.
"He is an insufferable little brat with an inferiority and superiority complex," Cortez said.
"Nevertheless, the upgrades he has made has put us way ahead of schedule. Plus his power is too great to allow him to wonder. All he needs is a hand to guide him, as all children do. With these new upgrades we will be able to harness even more of the boy's power then we have dared thought. With Cortez using his power to enhance young Michael's powers, the very heavens will rain fire."
"And the humans will cower in fear of our power," Exodus said with a smile.
Magneto turned to the two.
"Mystique is standing by. But I will not leave this to chance. Exodus, I want you to gather a group and go down and cause a distraction. While they are focused on you, Mystique will slip in and steal the boy."
"Yes master," Exodus said.
"Soon, we will have a weapon that not even the x-men or any other power on earth will be able to withstand," Magneto said.
"What about the boy? If he is as powerful as the reports say I doubt he will help us willingly," Cortez said.
"He won't have a choice," Magneto said.

It was a few hours later and Michael was on fire...literally.
He was in the danger room wearing the basic yellow and black training uniform the students wear when they are training in the specific room.
Warren had brought him here and told him he would put him through some rounds. He told him he wanted him to use his power as much as he could, he told him he would be fighting computer projections so he could go all out as much as he liked.
He told him to just fight and fight, when Michael asked him why Warren said he wanted Michael to tap into his killer instinct. To learn how good it could feel just to break things. And to blow some steam.
"You ready to take a break yet Mich?" Warren asked through the intercom.
"No, I want to keep going!" Michael said.
"Alright. Here comes the next wave," Warren said.
The air shimmered and Michael was surrounded by thirty man sized robots, their hands in the shapes of guns, all pointed at Michael.
Michael brought his hands together and created another mini-sun and threw it at the nearest robots, destroying three of them in one blast.
From the watch room above the danger room, Warren, Logan and Professor X watched as Michael fought the projections.
Logan whistled as Michael pointed his hand out and roasted two more robots. "Kids tapping into his killer instinct; didn't think he had it in him."
"Your talk with him seems to have motivated him quite a bit Warren," Xavier said.
"I just told him the truth is all," Warren said.
They watched as Michael ripped off a robot head and crushed it.
"And I may have helped him tap into his killer instinct," Warren said.
"It's not just you Warren. Michael has many years of pent up aggression and anger inside him. He has found a way to vent his frustrations," Xavier said.
A robot grabbed Michael from behind. Another one bared down on him from the front. Michael glared at it and opened his mouth as if to scream, but to everyone's shock, (especially the robot's), a jet of fire/lightning shot out from Michael's mouth. Reducing the robots to scrap metal.
He used his wings to make the robot let him go; spreading them so far that they were unable to hold him any longer. Michael spun around and punched a hole right through its chest.
"Holy crap! I didn't know he could breathe fire!" Logan said.
"Warren did you see that! Was that fricken awesome or what?" Michael exclaimed, staring at the alcove above where Warren and the others were watching him.
Michael felt so alive right now! He only felt like this when he saved Psylock from Pyro; when he fought Kid Omega. He had such a rush of adrenalin. The beauty of violence; the desire to conquer your enemies!
It was as if his blood was on fire! He had never felt like this! Blowing up the robots was so much fun! He was starting to understand why the students played all those violent video games, only this was a thousand times better! Because he was actually destroying things!
For the first time in a very long time Michael wanted to fight for fighting. Not because he wanted to protect someone but because he just wanted to cause some hurt.
It was an alien feeling to the normally docile mutant. But like Xavier said, with so many years of being angry and abused, it was coming out with a vengeance.
To Michael, these were not holographic projections given substance. They were his father, every time he locked him in that damn attic; they were those brotherhood members who tried to steal him away. They were all the humans who hated him for being a mutant, they were those punks at the mall who thought they could hurt him, they were those stupid people outside the school who thought he was an angel, they were stupid Kid Omega and his stupid emo mohawk who thought it was fun to ruin his fun!
They were anyone and everyone who ever wronged him.
The training season started out innocent enough with Michael learning to control his energy projection powers. But when they activated the holographic projections and Michael let loose and started wrecking things, something in him seemed to wake up from a long nap.
The more he destroyed the more he lost himself to this sensation. This was a delightful savage feeling that felt so wonderful.
One of the robots shot at him, he ducked and brought out his wing and flapped it at the robot, a stream of fire/lightning shot out from his wing and enveloped the robot.
The others watched amazed, first he could breathe fire, and now he could project the fire from his wings? That was new. Warren was actually starting to feel some envy for Michael. He wished he could do something like that.
Soon, Michael was the only one left. The scraps left of the robots disappeared, returning to light and air.
"Alright Michael, that is enough for today," Xavier said.
"No!" Michael yelled.
They all stared at Michael in shock. He was still on fire, the energy covered his whole body now, he was breathing heavily and there was a dark look on his face.
"I want more!" he yelled.
Xavier looked at Logan, he nodded solemnly. Xavier looked at Warren and he nodded to. Xavier sighed. They were all thinking the same thing.
"Very well, we will increase the danger level though," Xavier said.
"Good, maybe then I can get a real challenge, Michael said slamming his fists together.
Xavier smirked at the cockiness coming from Michael. He pushed a few buttons, increasing the danger level.
Thirty new robots appeared, and unlike the previous ones these were more advanced; their armor was thicker and they had a larger assortment of weapons.
Michael smirked. He raised his wings and flew in the air. He held out his hand and a bolt of lightning, wreathed in fire appeared in his hands. He threw it at one of the robots and it blew up the second it was hit. The robots aimed their sensors on Michael and instantly started shooting at him.
Warren and the others watched from the alcove above as Michael continued to fight. They knew Michael was in a state now where he had to battle. It was the only way for him to get all this rage and bitter frustration out of his system. They had seen it many times and they even went through the same thing when they were younger.
There comes a time when you feel like you are filled to the brim with this raw seething anger, like acid it eats at you and you have to find a way to get it out.
Warren watched his protégé with a mixture of pride and sympathy. Pride at how fiercely he fought, and sympathy that such a good a caring person like him was hurting so bad.
One of the robot's lasers clipped him on the wing. Michael screamed in pain and fell to the ground. The robots began to shoot metal lassos at him, tethering him up. They got his legs, his arms, and his waist.
Michael glared at them, hating them for humbling him. Xavier had not been kidding when he said he was going to increase the danger level. He only destroyed one robot and there was still twenty-nine left. The last batch had been the most basic type of robotic projections, but these things were smarter, and better equipped.
But Michael still hated them. He wanted them to burn, to die, to cease to exist. How dare they strike him down! How dare they tie him up like some beast! His fire began to grow in intensity and the metal ropes were unable to withstand his power. Using his fire/lightning and his enhanced strength he broke apart the cables.
"DIE!" he yelled.
There was a flash of light and the trio watching him had to shield their eyes.
Lights and buttons in the control room started to flash.
"Good God," Xavier breathed.
The light diminished and they looked down to see the damage. The danger room was a wreck. It was like a scene from hell.
And in the center of it all stood Michael, his body was still covered in fire/lightning. He surveyed the destruction he had caused and a smile crept onto his lips.
"Michael that is enough!" Warrens screamed into the mic.
Michael closed his eyes but nothing happened. His eyes opened in shock. He was unable to make the fire go away.
"Warren, something is wrong...I...I can't-"
He fell to his knees as the aura of fire that surrounded him blazed to life suddenly.
"Warren, I...can't...control...it."
The fire/lightning blazed again, hotter and brighter this time.
"Is he going to pop again?" Logan asked.
"I fear so," Xavier said.
"Shit!" Warren yelled.
He ran for the door and ran out into the hall and made his way down to the danger room.
Xavier and Logan continued to speak to Michael through the intercom, trying to help calm him down.
The anger and rage that had gripped him had now changed to cold hard fear. He was unable to stop the fire/lightning from growing; it kept on bursting erratically; continuing to grow brighter and brighter.
Michael knew he was going to blow up again and something deep in his mind told him this time it would be even bigger than before.
Xavier knew this from the readings he was picking up from Michael, if he did explode it would take out the danger room and a third of the school with it.
Warren ran into the danger room, activating the code to bypass the security protocols that kept it locked down when it was in use.
He ran to the door closing it and sealing it behind him. He looked around at the damage Michael had caused and saw Michael himself on his hands and knees, his wings raised. Warren took a second to take in how amazing Michael looked. He remembered all the times he went to church and read about angels and the burning aura of fire that surrounded them.
In that moment with his ethereal beauty and the fire and lightning surrounding him, Michael looked like the angels Warren had read about. Had it not been for the look of fear on his face, he could have been mistaken for one.
"Michael!" he ran towards him, and he stopped a few feet away. Michael's aura of fire/lightning kept him from getting close.
"Warren, I can't control it!" Michael yelled.
"Yes you can Michael, you have to!"
"I can't, it's too much!" Michael cried.
His power flared and Warren had to jump back. The heat coming off of Michael was intense.
"Michael, you have to control it. Do not let it control you!" Warren yelled.
"I...I..I can't, I am too weak!"
"Damn it Michael."
Warren jumped forward. He put his hand on Michael's shoulder and screamed. His hand was right in the aura now and his chest and face were being burned. His wings were turning black as they too were being burned.
"You can do it...I...believe in you," Warren said.
Michael stared at Warren in shock as tears fell from his face and turned to vapor before they even hit the ground. He closed his eyes and focused. Xavier used his telepathy to help Michael focus.
-Michael, empty mind. Let go of fear and anger and think of all the good in your life.-
Images flashed in Michael's mind. Jay and him in their room, Jay was playing his guitar showing him another one of the songs he came up with. Warren and him flying in the air, racing one another. Art class, he was drawing a picture of a tree. The mall with Jay and the other New Mutants, they were laughing at a joke Josh made, but Michael had no idea what they were talking about which made them laugh harder. Computer class, Miss Pryde was helping him figure out how to use a computer.
Anna kissing him. Her lips so soft, her scent so alluring.
The aura began to die down. Soon it disappeared. Michael opened his eyes and saw Warren. He looked horrible; his face was blackened and most of his hair was singed, the majority of his wings were burned away, and the hand that had been on his shoulder was almost nothing but bone.
"Knew..you..could..do it," he croaked.
Then he fell over.
"Warren!" Michael yelled.
He held Warren in his arms. There was a banging on the other side of the door. Some of the X-men were outside trying to get in, but Michael's fire had caused some circuits to overload and they were having difficulty getting in.
"Warren please, I am so sorry," Michael sobbed.
Warren opened his eyes. "Don't worry, I have a healing factor remember," he coughed.
Warren didn't tell Michael that he was not sure he would make it. Sure his body was healing, but he had never tested the limits of his healing factor and it seemed like his body had too much damage.
"Oh Warren, I am so sorry," Michael cried.
Michael cursed himself, he allowed himself to give into the sin of wrath and now Warren was paying the price for it. Warren's body was trying to heal, but it was too much damage.
Warren closed his eyes and his breathing became shallow.
"Warren? Warren, please wake up!" Michael screamed, shaking Warren.
If he could keep him alive long enough for the others to get here to help, he knew Josh could heal him, or even Warren's own healing factor could save him if he could-
"Oh duh," Michael said.
He put his arm on Warren's head and he cringed when he felt Warren's flaky burned skin. Nothing happened.
"Come on!" Michael urged.
Michael was starting to panic, why wasn't the stupid healing power working? Michael did not want to be the kid that fried his teacher to death.
Then he remembered what Warren said about how his power was fueled by willpower. If he believed in himself then his power was strong. So all he had to do was believe in himself...easier said than done.
But he focused. He was not going to let Warren die. He was his role model, his teacher, his mentor. He took Michael under his wing and became like a father to him. He filled the void his own dad left when he abandoned him after his mutation manifested.
So he focused, mustering all the will he had and the desire to save Warren. He opened his eyes and saw his hands were glowing with the same golden light they had when he healed Anna.
"Thank you God," he said.
Kitty phased herself and a few other X-men through the door. They had Josh with them. But as they phased in they saw a golden aura surrounding Warren. They watched as his broken and burned body healed rapidly; his skin returned to its healthy pink color, his hair returned to its golden blond, and even his wings repaired themselves.
Warren opened his eyes and groaned. He saw Michael smiling at him.
"Warren...I...don't...feel...so good."
He began to sway and then fell on his side.
"Michael!" Warren said.

Many miles away the man opened his eyes.
He knew the boy had tapped into a greater portion of his power, he sensed it. He could feel the primal rage and blood lust inside him, wanting so bad to come out.
He also knew he almost lost control, but Warren had helped him gain control, though it almost cost him his life. But Michael tapped into his healing power and saved him.
Now he was resting; using all that power had taken a toll on him.
But the man smiled, pleased at his progress.
"That's right boy, keep it up; don't stop now. Show them what you can really do. And when they learn to fear you and drive you away, I will be there, waiting."

Michael groaned and opened up his eyes.
"Well, hello again Michael," Hank said smiling at him.
Warren came into view next. "Michael! Are you okay?"
"I should be asking you that." Michael said slowly sitting up.
"Easy Michael, you overdid yourself today," Hank said using a slight chastising tone.
"What...oh...am I going to be kicked out?" Michael asked.
Hank smiled. "Dear boy, if we kicked out every student who lost control of their powers then we would have only about a dozen or so left."
"But I almost killed Warren," Michael said.
"Wouldn't be the first time it has happened," Hank said adjusting his glasses and began to examine Michael.
Michael looked over at Warren. "Warren, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to lose control, I was just having so much fun and it was so exhilarating and-"
Warren put his hand on Michael's shoulder. Michael winced at the memory of what happened to his hand the last time he touched him. He could still smell burning flesh.
"Michael, it is okay. I should have not let you go overboard. I figured it would do you to vent a little. But you did amazing, you used your power in ways we never thought you could. When did you start breathing fire?"
Michael smiled. "Today. I figured that if I could project it through my hands, maybe I could project it out my mouth also. I saw Match do it one time and I thought I should try."
"Well you did well, you even tapped into your healing power and saved me. I just hope you don't let this put you off your fire power."
Michael thought for a moment. "No...I mean I will be more careful. But it has shown me I can control it...as long as I don't let my darker urges control me. I actually feel better though, like some great weight has been lifted off my shoulders."
"Good. Now, how are you feeling?"
"Still a little tired, how long was I out?"
"A few hours. We tried to keep a lid on what happened but the students have ways of finding out things," Hank said.
"They must be afraid of me now," Michael said sadly.
"Actually they are delighted with you," Warren said, "it is going to take some time before the danger room is up and running again so all danger room sessions are canceled. Now come on, I will help you to your room."
Michael got out of bed and began to follow Warren to his room.
Michael felt like he had run a hundred miles; he felt really sore and achy. He knew he was going to sleep well tonight. He also knew his dreams would be filled with the powerful sensation of fire and lightning flowing through his body.
He didn't know what he was looking forward to most. Sleeping, or dreaming. And that disturbed him a little.

Fusedtwilight: Who knew Michael had a dark side? Next chapter Magneto makes his move to get Michael and his plan will be revealed. Please review.
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