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This story is a pseudo X Men fan fiction which takes place in the same world as my story The Ice Queen Cometh. Enter the Darkness By Morpheus I clenched my eyes shut, groaning as I rubbed at my temples, praying to a God that I didn't really believe in for my headache to go away. The migraines had been coming a lot lately, and this one was worse than any of the ones that I'd ever felt before. It felt as though my very head was going to split open... "Why me?" I groaned out, knowing that I should go and grab some Excedrin but not wanting to have to face my mom or deal with her worries about my headaches again. She was something of a hypochondriac and was already half convinced that I had a massive brain tumor. The last thing that I wanted to do was to give her another reason to baby me. Then just a minute later, as fast as my headache had hit me, it vanished. Or the symptoms changed as at that very moment, I suddenly felt a cold chill run all over my skin. It was as though I had goose bumps covering my entire body, which was a rather weird feeling. "Oh man," I groaned, feeling kind of weirded out by the whole cold clammy goose bump thing, but thinking that at least it was better than the headache. After a couple more minutes, I went to the bathroom to relieve myself, then got some cold water running and splashed it over my face. Unfortunately, it didn't really help with that weird feeling all over my skin. As I looked up into the mirror, I was met with an almost painfully average looking face. It was the face of a skinny 15 year old boy with short hair. It was my face, the face of Nestor Randall. God how I hated that name, the source of a good amount of teasing. Unfortunately, my dad had a fondness for odd names. "Marius," I said the name that my dad had given to our cat, then my brother's name, "Percivall..." At least I hadn't been stuck with the nickname of Percy, though being called Nessie wasn't really any better. Suddenly, it hit me again... The whole goose bump sensation grew even stronger, much stronger... And then there was the dizziness... I glanced down at my arm and let out a deep gasp. My skin... It looked almost gray... Then the dizziness hit me and caused me to close my eyes in order to catch my balance. And when I opened them up again, my arm was back to normal. "Now I'm seeing things," I groaned, thinking that maybe it was about time to listen to my mom and let her take me to a doctor for a thorough examination. She would have done so some time earlier if my dad hadn't thought it was a waste of money. Then as I left the bathroom, still feeling a bit shaken up but a lot better than I had been, I heard my mom call out, "Time to get ready for bed..." "Just a couple minutes," I called back, thinking that I wanted to take one more look over my homework before I went to bed. However, my dad's loud voice almost immediately responded, "You'll get ready NOW..." I groaned at that but didn't dare argue. My dad wasn't exactly an understanding person when it came to anyone questioning his orders. Sometimes I thought that I still had bruises on my backside from when I'd done that as a kid. Just as I was walking back to my room, I nearly walked right into my brother Percy. He was a year and a half older than me, and my dad's pride and joy. He was everything I wasn't... tall and athletic, as well as a good student. Me... I was just average. "Watch it," Percy told me, giving me clear warning not to bump into him. After all, I was the one who was expected to get out of his way, even though I'd been walking down the hall first. Once I was in my room, I closed the door and let out a long sigh. Then I glanced around nervously, feeling just a little embarrassed as I reached into my dresser and pulled out my night light, which I quickly proceeded to plug in. I never went to bed without it... a fact which Percy just loved to tease me about mercilessly. And my dad was even worse. I had long since resorted to hiding it so that they would think I no longer used it. It wasn't that I was afraid of the dark... Not really... It was just that... I didn't like the dark. I didn't like it when I couldn't see things around me. I couldn't help but wonder what was out there... what could jump out at me. I know that it was pretty silly and embarrassing for someone of my age to be afraid of the dark... to need a night light in order sleep at night, but I couldn't help it. A moment later, I just shrugged it off, as I did every night, stripped down to my underwear, turned off my main light, gave a quick glance to my night light and then hopped into bed. It was the end of another day, and hopefully the beginning of a great night of dreams. I had no idea how long I had been lost in the arms of slumber, of how long I had been asleep or even any conscious awareness that I was asleep. But somehow, strange sensations began to seep into my mind and filtered through to my dreams, providing increasingly weird and powerful imagery. Suddenly I bolted upright, finally driven wide awake by the dreams. I was breathing hard and my heart was racing... I could feel a layer of cold sweat over my skin, and then oh so much more. In an instant, I realized that my entire body felt VERY wrong... And then there was a strange coldness that seemed to flicker through and around my body... I couldn't explain it... only feel it. And then I realized that my night light was out... My room was dark... Darker than dark. It was the deepest, darkest pitch black imaginable. Then in a near panic, I jumped out of my bed and hit my night stand, knocking it and everything on it over with a loud crash. Then, I was startled to suddenly realize that I could see again... It was still pitch black, but I could see in my room... sort of. Everything looked sort of black and white like an old TV show, but with an eerie silvery sheen. "What the hell?" I gasped out, realizing almost immediately that my voice sounded wrong. It sounded just as wrong as my whole body, as my entire being felt. I gasped and frantically grabbed for the light switch... And as soon as I flipped it, I was suddenly blinded by the bright light which nearly burned at my retinas. I immediately scrambled backwards, smacking into my dresser and knocking it back against the wall with a thud, just before several bits of my clutter fell to the ground. As I opened my eyes, the light in my room was still brighter than normal, but nowhere near as blinding as it had been a moment before. At the same time, things were no longer in that strange black and white that I had been seeing in, but back to their normal colors. And then, I noticed a swirl of the darkest shadow, floating in midair just a short distance to my side. But even as I saw that spot of intense darkness, it was already fading away like a wisp of smoke until there was no trace that it had been there. "Holy shit," I blurted out in terror. Just then, I caught sight of the mirror that covered of the sliding door for my closet and let out a gasp of even more terror. I immediately stepped back from the monster that was in front of me, not even remembering that it was just a mirror until a moment later. And as soon as I remembered that, I froze, my heart jumping up into my throat. The image in the mirror was unlike anything that I had ever seen. It was a girl who looked to be about my own age, standing there in nothing but her... my white underwear. Her skin... her entire body was a medium shade of gray. The hair which went down to her shoulder blades, her lips and even her fingernails which were long and pointed, looking almost like claws, were all the same shade of dark charcoal gray. And the eyes... Her inhuman eyes were solid black, like twin pools of ink. "No..." I squeaked out, my voice barely whisper. My eyes continued to take in details of the strange creature in the mirror, and I seemed unable to turn away. I noticed that her skin wasn't entirely that uniform medium gray... There were several stripes... She had stripes, one on each shoulder, as well as two on each side along her rib cage and waist... And each of those was the same charcoal gray as her hair. Then I finally connected the strange way that my body felt with the creature in the mirror... And with a horrified, sinking feeling, I took one look down at myself and let out a long ear piercing scream... "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THERE?" My dad's voice screamed from the hallway just before my bedroom door was thrown open. "I... I..." I stammered in terror and confusion as my dad stepped into my room with Percy standing right behind him. Dad and Percy both froze as they saw me, their eyes going wide. They both looked confused, then horrified and finally furious. "A mutie..." my dad finally gasped out in shock. Then he blurted out, "What the fuck..." Then Percy exclaimed, "Where's Nestor..." He and my dad both did a quick glance on the room, then they both stared at me. My dad furiously demanded, "Where's my son you fucking freak?" "What..." I gasped in shock. I was already scared and confused by what was going on, and the way that my dad was treating me only made it worse. He didn't even recognize me... "But I'm..." "The stinking mutie ate him," Percy screamed out, then charged me. I could only stand there in stunned disbelief as my own brother rushed at me and then slammed into me, sending me flying back onto my own bed. I barely even noticed my dad rushing out of the room as Percy came at me again, grabbing my arm in a painful grip and reaching for my throat with his other hand. "What did you do with my brother you freak?" Percy screamed at me. All that I could do was gurgle, unable to even breathe with the way that Percy was choking me. I was shocked and horrified by the look in his eyes... He meant to kill me... Suddenly my dad yelled, "Get away from that monster..." My eyes quickly darted past Percy to my dad, silently pleading for help. But as I saw my dad, my heart skipped... He was holding a gun, and pointing it straight at me. His intention was more than obvious. "Get away from that thing," my dad yelled to Percy, "She might use her mutie powers on you..." Then before Percy even had a chance to get out of the way, my dad fired a shot. I wasn't sure if he was really trying to hit me while avoiding Percy, or if he was just firing a warning shot. But from the look on his face I suspected that it might be the former. "Please..." I cried out as Percy stepped back, though my dad fired another shot, coming even closer to me. "NO!!!!" My heart was racing as I stared at dad in horror. I was terrified, more terrified than I had ever been before in my life. More than I had ever even imagined that I could be. And mixed with that was the horrible sense of betrayal as my own dad and brother seemed to determined to kill me. Then without warning, the darkness erupted around me... The deepest, darkest shadows that I could imagine flowed outward and away from me. It was the same absolute darkness which I had awoken to, and somehow... somehow it was coming from ME. But as I came aware of that fact, Percy exclaimed, "I can't see..." my dad fired another shot and I fell into the darkness... The intense darkness had completely enveloped me and I was somehow falling through it... Somehow, I was not only surrounded by darkness, but only by the darkness. It was as though the entire world consisted of nothing BUT the darkness... When the darkness faded away a minute later, I was laying on the cold hard ground. I nervously sat up, noticing that it was extremely dark without even a little light, yet it was a more normal darkness than that strange intense darkness which I had just gone through. And then, I realized that even though there was no light, I could see... though only in the strange black and white way that I had earlier. "What..." I squeaked out, immediately seeing that I wasn't at home anymore. And I was alone, without there being any sign of my dad or brother nearby. That was a fact for which I was infinitely grateful considering that they were both trying to kill me. Then I looked around and gasped as I recognized my surroundings. "I'm at school..." However, I wasn't just at school. I was smack dab in the middle of the boy's locker room. I stood up and stared at the rows of lockers and benches around me in confusion. How had I ended up there? "What's happening to me?" I cried out in fear. Then I suddenly remembered what my dad had called me... He had said I was a mutie... Was that what I was? A mutant? That thought was just as terrifying as everything that had been happening to me. Everyone always knew that mutants were monsters... I don't think that I'd ever met a mutant though. Not unless I counted Suzie Breckman, a girl at school who disappeared the year before. The rumor around school was that she was really a mutie and had run away when her powers showed up. "A mutant..." I whispered in horror, then gulped. "I can't be..." The word 'mutant' brought forth a number of unpleasant thoughts. I remembered all the stories and rumors I'd heard about them trying to take over the world and turn humans into their slaves. And then there was that Magneto guy who kept trying to take over the world... "No," I whispered, "I can't be..." I grimaced, trying not to think of the 'M' word anymore. Instead, I tried thinking things through, though it wasn't easy as I was horribly scared and confused. Nothing made any sense to me at the moment... After a moment, I hurried to turn on the locker room lights, being blinded once again as the incredibly bright lights came on overhead. It took a moment, but as I looked around, I saw that my vision had shifted back to normal again. However, everything seemed a bit brighter than normal, just like in my room. It was as if my eyes were more sensitive to the light... Now that there was light to see with, or at least to see in color with, I held my hands up for a closer look and gasped at the sight. Those weren't my hands. They were feminine looking, with nails that went into a bit of a point, making them look almost like claws. And of course, there was the fact that the skin was gray and the nails were a dark charcoal gray... Then I looked down at myself and cringed at the sight. I had breasts... and gray skin... and weird stripes... and who knew what else. I had been turned into a girl. And worse, I had been turned into some sort of freak girl. Though I hated the thought, I couldn't resist running to the locker room mirrors to look at myself, to gasp at the strange looking gray girl that I had seen in my mirror at home. I was horrified at the sight yet unable to tear my eyes away. It was like a car crash... It was horrible, but you couldn't help but look anyway. As I stared into the mirror, I was faced with the same creature... the same girl that I had seen in own mirror just a short time before. I took in all the same details, seeing them in more detail, though this time also noticed that she had pointed ears... like some kind of elf or Vulcan. A small part of my mind noticed that if it wasn't for her strange coloring, the girl would probably have been considered quite pretty. She had a nice body and what appeared to be about B cup breasts, though I was no expert. However, there was no getting past the gray skin or odd coloring. Especially the eyes... The strange, solid black eyes... "No," I cried out, tears running down my cheek, "this can't be..." With that, I ran to the shower area and turned the water on. I stood there and scrubbed at my skin, trying to wash away the gray color... Trying to wash away the freakiness... But it did no good at all, and the harder I scrubbed with no effects, the harder I cried. I must have tried washing myself off for a good half hour before I finally collapsed to the floor of the shower stall and just sat there crying as the water washed over me. I sat there for quite some time, perhaps as much as an hour before I finally found the will power to turn off the water and leave. I was almost numb with shock as I made my way out of the shower... Then as I sat down on one of the benches, I finally realized that I was soaking wet and the only clothes that I had were a pair of underwear... which I happened to have been wearing while taking my shower. The only thing that I'd had with me when I somehow left my house were soaked through and useless. After several minutes, I finally gathered the courage to remove my underwear. But by this point, I was so out of it that I was almost mechanical while taking them off. I silently looked between my legs, feeling only a sinking weight as I saw what was obviously girl equipment rather than my normal boy stuff. "I'm a girl," I whispered to myself after another few minutes. "I'm a freak..." I wasn't sure which was worse. Eventually, it dawned on me that I was completely naked and had absolutely nothing to wear other than a pair of soaking wet underwear. I didn't have enough emotion left to do more than sigh at that. And with a tired groan, I knew what I was going to have to do. I slowly made my way into the girl's locker room, knowing that as much as I hated it, my normal boy clothes might not exactly fit my changed body. I silently went from locker to locker, searching for anything that I could wear and hoping that it would be enough. By the time that I had finished going through the entire locker room, I had found several jackpots. There were several lockers that girls had left their clothes in and had neglected to properly lock. I had even managed to pry the cheap lock off of one of the lockers which did have one. This provided me not only a couple towels to dry off with, but all the clothes that I would need for the moment. Before long, I was mostly dry except for my still damp hair, and then I went about getting dressed. I was still in shock over my situation, which was perhaps a good thing as I was able to go through the motions of getting dressed without freaking out over the fact that I was putting on girl clothes, or the reason for that fact. And soon I was wearing a pair of loose fitting pants, a shirt and even a pair of gym shoes which I'd found. With my mission accomplished I left the locker rooms without a word and silently walked down the halls of my school, not sure where I was going or what I was going do. That was not just my immediate problem either, but my larger one as well. I didn't bother turning on any lights as I walked through my dark school since my eyes had shifted back to that weird, silvery black and white vision. I was beginning to realize that my vision seemed to do that whenever I was in the dark, which I suspected might be a good thing since I sure as hell didn't want to walk around where people could see me looking like I currently did. When I came to the vending machines in the school hallway, I used a bit of change which I had found while searching the locker rooms to buy me a bag of chips and a soda. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough money to buy anything more than that. All of my own money had been left back in my bedroom, along with all of my clothes... and my dad with his gun. Eventually I found a classroom which was unlocked and went inside; sitting down in the teacher's chair since it was the most comfortable and could even lean back. However, comfort wasn't exactly my most pressing issue, a fact of which I was extremely aware. I looked down at myself, at my changed body, seeing it quite clearly even in the darkness. I gulped at that, remembering what I'd heard about muties and their weird powers. And as much as I hated the thought, it seemed as though I might actually be a mutie... A mutant. "I can see in the dark," I told myself quietly, wondering if that counted as some sort of weird mutie power. Of course, that was nothing compared to what some muties could do. I'd heard that some could sneak into your thoughts and read your mind, or even make you do things that you don't want to. And then there were ones who could blow things up and kill people. I'd seen some doing that kind of stuff on the news before, and my dad had once said that all muties would do that if they could. After a few minutes, I remembered that weird darkness which I had woken up in. It was the same darkness which had somehow saved me from Percy and my dad. Had I done that? A part of me was sure that I had. Was that my mutie power? I shuddered at the thought since I had never liked being in the dark before. A part of me realized that it was kind of ironic since I was sitting in the dark at the moment and had even been walking around the school in the dark without any problem at all. "I did that," I whispered, scared at the thought. And with that, I tried to see if I could make the darkness come again... I didn't want to. I didn't want to be able to call the darkness or have some sort of freak powers. But at the same time, I had to know. Since I didn't really know what I was doing, I couldn't know if I was doing it right. But after a few seconds, some of that darkness began to form around me. It was just a few wisps, barely there at all, but there was enough for me to feel it. And once I did, I gasped in surprise and it faded away again. For a moment, I was frozen in fear, and then I began to shake. It wasn't normal... I wasn't normal. I was a freak. A mutie. I had lost everything, even my face, my sex and my very humanity. There was no doubt in my mind that my life was completely and truly over. And I couldn't help thinking that maybe I should just do the right thing and end it now. However, I made no move to kill myself right then, even though I knew that muties were monsters and that I should kill myself to avoid the horrors and shame. Instead, I just cried, then curled up and sobbed uncontrollably until I eventually fell asleep. I had no idea how much later it was when I woke up, only that I could hear a lot of voices outside of the classroom. My heart jumped as I realized that I had slept through the night and that school was about to start. "Oh no," I whispered, looking down at myself and gulping at the sight of gray skin and breasts. It hadn't been a dream... a nightmare. Then as I stood by the classroom door, I heard one boy exclaiming, "Did you hear about Nestor Randall..." "No," a girl's voice responded. "It's all over school," the boy told her, "A mutie broke into his house last night and murdered him..." "There were cops all over the place," a second boy announced. "They think he might have been kidnapped..." "No way," a third boy added, "I heard that the mutant ATE him or something..." I was completely stunned to hear these rumors of my death and murder by... by myself. If this hadn't been such a nightmare for me, I probably would have laughed at that. However, it was at that point that someone decided to come into the classroom. The door was pulled open, and several kids started to come until they saw me and froze. "It's a mutant," one girl exclaimed in terror. I had to fight back the sudden impulse to look around me to see who she was referring to, though the truth was that she meant me. There were several screams as a couple kids backed away. "I bet she's the one that got Randall," one boy yelled out. But as they backed away from the door, I took the opportunity to push past them and run down the hall as fast as I could. Unfortunately, there were lots of kids in the hall and just about every one of them was staring at me. Most of them backed away from me as fast as they could, several ran and there were even a few screams. I didn't know who was more terrified... them or me. Unfortunately, it was about then that someone decided that I had to be stopped, and several large guys started chasing after me. ""No," I cried out, "Leave me alone..." However, it did no good and I had to run even faster. Within a minute, I was blocked off, surrounded on all sides by kids who looked as though they wanted to beat me to death. There was even a teacher, but instead of trying to calm things down, he yelled out, "How dare your kind come here..." There were dozens of comments around me, most of them viscous or nasty. I heard "Filthy mutie," several times, and other comments that were even worse. And the worst part was that several of them came from a boy whom I'd always thought of as my friend. Everyone, even the ones whom I knew and had been friends with for years were looking at me with the same expression that dad and Percy had. I was absolutely terrified as I saw those expressions, as well as heard the threats against me. Then several of the larger guys gathered their courage and decided to prove how tough they were by coming at me. I so scared that I nearly pissed my pants, but there was nowhere to go. Just then, I felt it... The darkness began to erupt and flow out from around me again. This time however, I was extremely thankful for it as it covered all the students and left them completely blind, while my weird dark vision kicked in and let me see perfectly fine. I wasted no time in pushing past the gathering mob and running as fast as I could. I had no idea just how long the darkness would last that time and wanted to make use of it while I could. Somehow, I was able to make it out of the school without getting caught again and lynched, and I knew that it was mostly due to that darkness. I was only disappointed that it had faded away before I had even managed to get out the school door. Because after that, I could only run to find a place to hide. *** I managed to get a good distance away from school before I stopped to hide, thankful that no one seemed to have seen me. Then again, I think that some people might have seen me but had just not bothered to get involved, or had just not cared. It didn't matter much to me as long as they weren't after me like everyone else seemed to be. Unfortunately, my good luck didn't last. It was several hours after the incident at the school and probably right around lunch time. At least that was what I guessed since I was beginning to feel pretty hungry. Just as I was leaving my hiding place in an alley to look around, hoping that I could figure out that to do for lunch, someone saw me. "Holy shit," a man yelled at the sight of me, "What the fuck are you?" "Oh no," I gulped in realization, cringing as I saw that he had friends with him. Nearly half a dozen of them. "She's a mutant," one of the other men exclaimed, more out of surprise than the horror that I had been hearing. I gulped as I saw them, knowing what was going to happen next. I'd already seen it at school, when all of the kids came after me. And I'd already seen it with my own dad and brother. There was no doubt in my mind that it was going to be a repeat of those incidents. Then I felt the darkness again, rising up as if called by my fear. And perhaps it was, though at the moment I didn't care why it came, only that it had. I concentrated, hoping it would grow larger... and it did. The darkness quickly spread out from me, catching those men inside of it and blinding them. "I can't see," one of the men screamed in fear. "I'm blind," another one of them gasped out in terror. They were all afraid... afraid of me. I smiled, feeling a huge thrill as I realized that fact. For once I wasn't the one who was running in terror and fearing for his life. They were all on the verge of panic and were starting to run, or at least tried to as they tripped over each other. Only two of them managed to reach the edge of the darkness and escape, and they kept running as fast as they could. "Yes," I laughed in delight, finding the only joy that I'd felt since awakening in the night to the nightmare that my life had become. It was so much better to make other people afraid of me than it was to be afraid. Then of course, the darkness began to fade, but that was all right as I had already started to hurry away from those men. I figured that even if they were afraid of me, it would probably be a good idea to get away while I had the chance. I had only gone a few dozen feet when I suddenly saw a woman standing in front of me, if she could be called a woman. She was made of crystal... or perhaps ice. And as I watched, she grew larger, until she was 8 feet tall and towering over me. "What..." I stopped and stared up at her in shock and fear. "So," the woman sneered as she glared down at me, "You're the one who kidnapped that boy..." "What?" I gasped in surprise as she came forward. Without knowing exactly what I was doing, I somehow called up the darkness again. It was getting easier to do. However, before I could run more than several feet, the ground beneath me suddenly became extremely slippery and fell onto my face. As I scrambled to get back to my feet, I realized that I was no longer feeling concrete... but ice. "I don't think so," the giant woman exclaimed as the darkness quickly faded away. She came at me again, grabbing me with a cold hand and saying, "What did you do with the Randall boy?" "Percy?" I squeaked out, thinking of my brother for a moment before I realized that she meant those rumors that I'd overheard at the school. "Nextor Randall," she demanded, "Where is he?" I cringed back from the woman. "I'm Nestor," I whimpered, tears pouring down my cheeks. "I woke up like this last night..." I cringed, then begged, "Please don't hurt me... I didn't do anything wrong..." For a moment, the woman just stared at me in surprise. Then she let go of me, gasping, "You're a boy?" "Yeah," I pulled back, "I... I was..." I wasn't sure what I was anymore. Suddenly, ice around the giant woman crumbled and broke away, and she stood there, still made of ice but now of a more normal size. The same size that she was when I'd first seen her a minute earlier. And then, even that changed. The ice woman's body simmered, and suddenly she looked like a normal human. Now she was a beautiful blonde in a long white trench coat. From beneath it, I could see a brief glimpse of some sort of blue and white costume. "My name is Bobbie Frost," the woman said, staring at me suspiciously, "But some call me the Ice Queen." "I... I..." I stammered, feeling afraid of this woman. The look in her eyes was so cold and hard... "YOU are Nestor Randall?" She frowned, "And you say that you changed to look like this last night..." I could only nod at that as I glanced around, looking for a means of escape. "My dad started shooting at me," I told her quietly. "Don't be afraid," she told me almost gently, "Now tell me everything..." I didn't know what she wanted, so I told her everything that had happened to me from the moment I had woken up as a freak, including the way that dad and Percy had tried to kill me. I told her about school, and even about the weird headaches that I had been having for the last couple weeks. "What do you know about mutants?" the woman... the Ice Queen asked me, a serious though not threatening look on her face. "They're monsters," I blurted out, then immediately realized that I shouldn't have said that as she was probably a mutant. "Monsters?" she demanded, her eyes going even colder and harder. "Are you a monster?" she demanded of me, "Do you have a craving for human flesh? Have you murdered a lot of people or plan to take over the world and enslave humanity?" I could only shake my head at that and gasp, "No..." "Mutants aren't monsters," she told me, calming down and getting a little gentler. "We are just people... We are merely humans who were born with an extra gift... or curse. And unfortunately much of the world does not understand this. They are willing to believe the worst and feed their hate and fear with misunderstanding." "Then I am a mutant," I whispered. "And those headaches..." "Headaches are a very common symptom of a mutant's powers manifesting," Bobbie told me. "They are caused as the part of your brain which controls your powers starts to become active." She paused for a moment, looking thoughtful as she added, "I know someone who suffered minor brain damage in that area. Because of that, he can't turn off his power to fire energy beams from his eyes..." "And these weird shadows," I said, no longer really feeling afraid of her as she didn't seem all that threatening anymore. In fact, she almost seemed helpful. "Is that my mutant power?" The Ice Queen... Bobbie stared at me thoughtfully for a moment before responding, "Yes. I think your powers might be linked to the darkforce dimension." At my blank look, she continued, "I know of several other people who have types of powers, and they come from being linked to what is known as the darkforce dimension. And from what you've told me, your powers appear to involve teleporting through the darkforce dimension as well..." "Oh God," I whispered, not sure that I could take this all in. It was just too weird. It was too much. But she seemed to be the only person who didn't hate me on sight. "And your powers really turned you into a girl?" she whispered, more to herself than to me. But when I asked her if she knew how I could chance back into a boy, she shook her head. "I fear that this is in your genes. Whether you like it or not, THIS is what you are..." "Oh no," I cringed. "Enough with the crying," she snapped at me in annoyance. "Crying about being a mutant or being a girl isn't going to solve your problems. This is what you are now... like it or not. Deal with it." Then she softened just a little as she told me, "You have to be stronger than that if you want to survive because things can get worse." I wiped the tears from my eyes as I stared at this strange woman. Then I asked, "Why are you being so nice to me?" She was the only one who hadn't treated me like some kind of monster since I'd changed. That seemed to surprise her and she even smiled a little. "Actually, I originally came her to stop an evil mutant..." She shrugged faintly, "I was nearby and heard about a mutant breaking into a house and kidnapping a boy... so I came to investigate." All that I could say to that was, "Oh..." "Have you heard about the old underground railroad that used to help slaves escape?" She abruptly asked me. "I learned about it in school," I admitted. "Well," Bobbie told me, "There is a mutant underground which serves much the same purpose. There are a great many people... humans and mutants alike who try helping mutants who are in trouble. I work with the underground, finding mutants who need help... like yourself." She paused for a moment to stare at me, then said, "I know of a school that can help you learn to control your powers... And where you'll be able to fit in..." "Do... do you mean that Xavier's place in New York?" I asked cautiously, having heard of that school for mutants on the news. Bobbie paused to stare at me with a look of surprise, then she quickly shook her head. "No. Xavier's is far too dangerous. It is the base of operations for the X Men, and since the school has gone public with it's existence, that makes it a very clear target for not only the X Men's enemies, but for anyone who has a grudge against mutants." Then she muttered something under her breath about how stupid it was to go public. "It's that dangerous?" I asked in surprise. Bobbie only nodded grimly, stating, "There are frequent attacks." Then she smiled, though it was more of a smirk, "However, I have recently been in contact with another school for mutants, which is much smaller... but also much safer." She paused to give me a steady look before adding, "And since it is in Oregon, that also makes it somewhat closer to here..." "Oh," I responded slowly, not sure that I liked the idea. I mean, I might be a freak now, but that didn't mean that I had any interest in being near a bunch of muties... mutants. "Let me put it this way," Bobbie said, her voice going cold. "Do you have anywhere else to go?" I froze at that, realizing that I certainly couldn't go back home. Even if I could convince them of who I was, I still couldn't go back. Not after the way that dad and Percy had tried killing me. And I sure as hell didn't think that they'd welcome me back with open arms. Not since I was a mutant. "No," I admitted quietly, staring down in shame. "I don't have anywhere else to go..." "We should talk to your parents first," Bobbie said thoughtfully. "No!" I blurted out. Then as she stared at me, I told her, "I... I don't think my they'd believe me..." My body was shaking and tears were beginning to come as I thought of how dad had tried shooting me. "They don't... don't like mutants." "I understand," she sighed. Then she turned around and told me, "Put your hands around my waist and hold on tight. I left my car a good distance away..." I was about to ask what she meant, when she transformed into ice again, and then formed some sort of ice slide in front of her. Before I even realized what was happening, we were sliding forward... faster and faster across this strange ice slide which she built in front of us. "My transportation options are more limited than they used to be," Bobbie commented before picking up speed. "Oh God," I cried out, both in fear and excitement. I'd never traveled in such a strange way before, nor even imagined that I could. It was almost traveling by water slide... It was no wonder that she was called the Ice Queen. We finally stopped about an hour later, but by then my hands and feet were both freezing. Standing on that ice slide and holding onto a woman made out of ice wasn't exactly a good way to stay warm. "We're here," Bobbie stated, gesturing to a white car with blue pin striping. "I left it here when I heard about the mutant attack." She said that last two words with more than a touch of sarcasm. After this, we drove for several more hours, which was MUCH more comfortable than the ice slide, not to mention warmer. Bobbie wasn't very talkative, but then again, I wasn't feeling very talkative either. So much had happened to me in such a short time, and it was the first time that I really had a chance to sit and try taking it all in without fearing for my life at the same time. When we eventually stopped again, Bobby turned to me and gave me a somewhat sympathetic look before telling me, "Since your body has changed so drastically, I think that you need to see a doctor for an examination." "But I can't go to a doctor like this?" I gasped out, gesturing down at my female body and gray skin. I shuddered in shame at what I had become, and in fear as I considered what a doctor would do when they saw me. "Not all humans hate and fear mutants," Bobby told me seriously. "There are a great many who don't... And there are quite a few who are part of the mutant underground. The doctor that I'm taking you to is one of them..." I gulped nervously, especially as we stepped out of the car. However, Bobbie had parked in the back of a building and in a position where we couldn't be clearly seen. That was a relief, but I was even more thankful to get inside of the building and out of view. "Wait here," Bobbie told me as we reached an empty room. "I'll be back in a minute..." I nodded, feeling a bit nervous as she left me alone. However, she was gone for only five minutes before returning with another woman. The new woman was a middle aged woman with graying brown hair and a pair of thick looking glasses. And it was pretty obvious that she was the doctor. "This is Doctor Stevens," Bobbie introduced me. "She'll take care of your examination." "Um... hi," I smiled weakly. "You poor child," Dr. Stevens gave me a sympathetic look. "I won't hurt you..." She gave me a reassuring smile, "Come on..." I glanced at Bobbie, who just gave a faint nod, then followed after Dr. Stevens into her office. She had me sit down on the examination table and began checking my heart rate and blood pressure, as well as a number of other things which were both part of a normal physical as well as more. "Now please take your clothes off," Dr. Stevens told me. "But..." I stammered. "It's all right," she reassured me, "I'm a doctor and I doubt you have anything that I haven't seen before..." "But," I repeated, blushing horribly though I didn't think that it would show with my gray skin. "I know that you were a boy until yesterday," Dr. Stevens gently told me as she put a hand on my shoulder. "I know that this can't be easy for you... but I am trying to help. I need to see how through this change is..." I didn't say anything to that, though I did give a nod before I started to undress. In just a minute, I was standing there naked in front of her and feeling quite uncomfortable about it. I mean, I was a boy and she was a grown woman... Or at least I had been a boy. I wasn't really sure what I was anymore. Dr. Stevens acted quite professional as she looked me over, examining every inch of my body, much to my embarrassment. However, I grew much more uncomfortable as she had me sit on a table, put my feet into stirrups and started to spread them open. It was only then that I realized what was coming next. Suddenly, the room started to grow dark... as dark as the deepest shadows. But instead of being afraid, the now blind doctor snapped, "Stop that right this instant." "I'm not doing it on purpose," I protested, "It just happens when I'm a..." I was going to say afraid, though quickly said, "Nervous," instead. Dr. Stevens just let out a patient sigh, "Then try to relax and let it go. We can stay like this all day, but I can't finish this examination if I can't see, and I'm sure that this isn't very comfortable for you..." "I'm trying," I protested, though the truth was, I didn't know how to make the darkness go away. "Just relax and try making it go away," she told me again. I nodded, closing my eyes and trying to make the darkness fade away like it had done on it's on every other time. To my relief, it did start to go away and normal light returned. I had to blink as my eyes shifted back to normal vision, which was somewhat uncomfortable. "Good," Dr. Stevens smiled at me, "Now just stay calm..." I tried to remain calm and relaxed, but it wasn't easy with her poking and prodding me down in my new nether regions. In fact, it was downright humiliating and uncomfortable. But somehow, I managed to keep the darkness from coming back. "I'm a general practitioner and not a gynecologist," Dr. Stevens told me when she was finished, "But as far as I can tell, you appear to be one hundred percent female..." "Just great," I grumbled as I put my clothes back on. I grimaced at the news, though it wasn't unexpected. Still, it was something of a blow to have had it made official. I was now a girl. "I don't know what you're going through," Dr. Stevens told me as she put a hand on my shoulder, "I don't know what you're feeling. There is no way that I could. But I do know that this has to be incredibly hard for you to deal with... You have my greatest sympathy... and my confidence in your strength to handle it." I wasn't sure what to say to that, so I didn't say anything. I just left the room with her and returned to where Bobbie was waiting. She pulled Bobbie off to the side and they talked alone for a few minutes before it was time to go. "Thanks," I told Dr. Stevens as we left. Just as we were out the door though, Bobbie stopped and gave me a steady look. There was a strange look of understanding in her eyes, which confused me as I didn't think that there was anyone who could understand what it was like. But that quickly passed and her expression turned cold again, something which I was beginning to suspect might be some sort of mask. "Put this on," Bobbie told me as she handed me a gray hooded sweatshirt. "If you pull the hood up, it will help hide your features..." I accepted the sweatshirt without a word, and a minute later, we were on the road again. However, we didn't go far... only to a drive through to grab dinner, and then to a motel where we were to stay the night. I was sitting in the room that Bobbie had rented for me and wolfing down the food she had bought. I had forgotten just how hungry I was getting. I hadn't had a real meal since dinner the night before, over 24 hours earlier and before all the strangeness had hit me, so I definitely appreciated the greasy burger more than I ever thought possible. Just a minute after I had finished eating my dinner, Bobbie came into my room, standing at the door and watching me silently for several seconds. She sighed and came over to the motel bed that I was sitting on, taking a seat next to me. "I know that none of this is easy for you," she told me with a soft sigh, "Trust me... I know." Then she looked me in the eyes, "But you have to remember, this is YOUR body. It's not as if someone took your mind and stuffed it into someone else's... You are female now. This is who you are. This is what your own DNA made you... just as it made you a male before. I know that this is difficult, and that it won't be easy for you to adjust... But you will. Humans... and mutants are very flexible that way. We can get used to nearly anything... even a sudden sex change if given enough time." "You think so?" I asked half sarcastically. "It just might take a LONG time," she sighed, glancing down at herself with a frown for some reason. I just stared at her with a scowl. "That's easier said than done. You're not the one who has to go through it..." Bobbie froze... figuratively, her expression going hard while she stared at me with those cold eyes. I could swear that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by about ten degrees. "Here," Bobbie said coldly, taking a book out of a plastic bag that she'd brought in and dropping it on the bed. "I thought this might help you..." And without a word, Bobbie turned and left my room, probably to return to her own room next door. "What did I say wrong?" I blinked in surprise, wondering why she had gotten all huffy like that. Then I turned my attention to the book that she'd left behind. The cover proclaimed that it was a book to help developing teenage girls... I paled at that, then gave it a closer look, finding that it was a book on how a girl goes through puberty, what to expect, and all sorts of other girl stuff. There was a chapter on periods and another on feminine hygiene. "It's like an instruction manual for a girl," I muttered to myself. In spite of my embarrassment, I opened the book to the first page and slowly began to read. As much as I might hate the fact, Dr. Stevens had made it very clear... I was a girl now. And even though I wanted to deny it, to pretend that I was still the same old me, I knew that Bobbie was right. I was going to have to start learning to adjust. After only half an hour though, I put the book down and took a look at myself. I gulped at the bulges in the front of my shirt, then glanced around nervously, as though afraid that I was being watched. Without a word, I went and locked the door and then made sure that the curtains were pulled closed. This was embarrassing enough and I wanted privacy for what was going to come next. I knew that if I was to stand any chance of not feeling like a complete freak and alien in my own body, I was going to have to get a little more familiar with it. That was why I undressed and stood there, staring down at my naked body. I let out a nervous sigh, then began to examine myself once again, this time much more thoroughly than I had in the school locker room. "This is me," I told myself without much conviction as I ran my hands over my smooth skin, "This is my body..." My altered body was quite a bit different from my old one, and it felt so much more sensitive, not just on my nipples and between my legs. However, as I thought about it, I realized that there were quite a few similarities as well. If I closed my eyes and didn't think about it, I could almost even forget that my body wasn't the same as it had been. When I was finally ready for bed, I turned off the lights and sat there in the darkness for a minute. The lack of light was no longer a problem for me to see in, and as I looked around, seeing that there was no light through the window or any form of night light, I felt just a little more comfortable. "Imagine that," I sighed. The irony was not lost on me at all. Me, the guy who had been so afraid of the dark that he couldn't go to bed without some light, now found it more comfortable to be in the dark. Strangely, it seemed a little more comfortable. Perhaps it was the knowledge that I could see in it while no one else could, but as I drifted off to sleep, with the darkness of night spread over me like a blanket, I felt an odd comfort from it. --- When I awoke in the morning, I was disappointed, though not surprised to find that I was still a girl. I sat up with a groan and poked at my breasts, shaking my head for a moment before climbing out of bed. "I need a shower," I muttered to myself. I frowned, not knowing when Bobbie was going to want to leave and deciding that I should probably get ready just in case. And with that, I went to the small bathroom that was attached to my motel room and paused to look at my reflection in the mirror. "Ugh," I groaned, staring into the black pits that were my eyes. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that..." Then with a grimace, I turned from the mirror and started my shower. Though my every instinct was to rush through it as fast as I could without touching my new parts any more than I had to, I forced myself to be slow and careful instead. I knew that the only way I would stop feeling like a complete alien in my own body was if I got a little more used to it, which wouldn't happen if I kept avoiding it. However, once I was finished with my shower, I realized that I had another problem. The only clothes that I had to wear were the same ones that I'd worn the day before, the ones that I'd stolen from the locker room and the sweatshirt that Bobbie had given me. I sighed and put them back on, knowing that it probably defeated the whole purpose of taking a shower, but also knowing that I didn't nave any other choice. It was a short time after this that Bobbie came in and stared at me for a moment before saying, "I'm curious... Let's try something..." "Huh?" I responded, wondering what she was up to. "I want to see your powers," Bobbie told me. "I want you to concentrate on summoning some of your darkforce. Not enough to fill the whole room... Just a little." "But I don't know how," I protested. However, one look at her serious expression told me that she wasn't about to accept any excuses. "I'll try..." After taking a deep breath, I tried to call on the darkness like I had before. And after only a little coaxing, it became to come out, to flow from around my body. It grew stronger and stronger, though Bobbie told me to back off. "Just that amount right there," she told me. "And hold it... Don't let it go..." The darkness hovered in the air around me like several ribbons, and I realized that I could feel a further, deeper darkness beyond that. Was that the source of this darkness? The darkforce dimension that Bobbie had mentioned? I had no idea. "Stay focused," Bobbie told me gently, "Yes... that's it. Now allow just a little more darkness to flow through... Yes... like that." Bobbie nodded in satisfaction, even giving me a bit of a smile before giving me some more instructions. She even told me how to stay calm and FEEL the darkness, saying that I might be able to control it better. To my surprise, she was right. We even practiced this for about ten minutes, with me calling up small amounts of darkness and then sending it back where it came from. It was getting a little easier to do. "Very good," Bobbie smiled, looking quite pleased. I grinned back at her, feeling excited at what I was doing in spite of myself. "You're a good teacher." Suddenly Bobbie froze, her expression going hard again. "I am not a teacher," she muttered bitterly, more to herself than to me, "SHE was..." Then she turned to me and said, "Enough of this for now. We're leaving in ten minutes..." I just stared at Bobbie as she left the room, wondering what I had done to make her mad. Then I frowned, hoping that she wasn't too upset at me. Even though I had only met her the day before, she was now about the only friend that I had in the world. But there was another reason that I didn't want her to be mad at me as well. I didn't want to be a girl, but if I had to be, she was the kind that I wanted to be. She was tough and confident, and I doubted that there was much of anything that she couldn't handle. "Imagine that," I muttered to myself in embarrassment, "Me looking up to a mutie chick as a role model..." And with a sigh, I slipped on my sweatshirt and put the hood up, grabbed the book that Bobbie had given me the night before and hurried out of the room after her. *** It was shortly after noon, two days after I had first met Bobbie and she had convinced me to go with her when we finally arrived at our destination. It had been a bit of a drive to the school in Oregon from where I had lived in California, but we could have arrived the day before had Bobbie not taken her time, made several stops on the way or insisted on stopping for the night early so that we could arrive during the day time. One of the longest delays in our trip had been when Bobby had stopped off at a few stores in order to buy me a bunch of new clothes, as well as various 'unmentionables' which she had assured me I would need later. "It wouldn't be right to bring you there without anything but the clothes on your back," Bobbie had told me with a smile. Then she had jokingly added, "That would make me look bad..." I felt extremely nervous as we drove down a narrow road, surrounded with heavy trees on both sides. We were getting closer and closer to the school and I didn't know what to think of that. I was relieved that we were finally going to get there, yet at the same time, scared at the thought of going to school with a bunch of muties... mutants. Even if I happened to be one myself now. "We're almost there," Bobbie told me as she turned down a private road. When we finally stopped a short time later, it was because there was an iron gate in front of us. There was a heavy stone wall on either side which went off into the woods, probably no more than a few dozen feet on either side before ending. However, the thick trees would make sure that no cars could make it past anyway and Bobbie quietly assured me that they did have other defenses. "This school started off as a hunting lodge and resort for the wealthy," Bobbie told me as she looked at the gate and then into the woods. "It was later turned into a summer camp for well to do kids, before closing down after a few years due to lack of interest or customers. Now it has been upgraded and serves a new purpose." "Teaching mutants," I responded quietly. Bobbie nodded at that, then said "It's smaller and not as well financed as Xavier's. However, it is also more secluded and not as much a target." Then Bobbie let out a faint sigh, musing to herself, "It's similar to Xavier's when I first went there..." My eyes locked on Bobbie at that and I gasped, "Are you an X Man?" Just about everyone knew about the X Men, though most couldn't seem to decide if they were heroes or terrorists. And to learn that I had actually met one... "I was," Bobbie admitted, "once..." Then she scowled, "Now I'm just an ex-man..." I just stared at her in confusion, wondering why she'd say she wasn't an X Man and that she was at the same time. Her comment didn't make any sense. Bobbie didn't say a word as she went to the gate and pushed some buttons on a keypad. A moment later, the gate started to open. She gestured for me to get back in the car, and a moment later, we were going down another section of driveway, stopping in front of a really large building that was probably the old lodge. But from the size of it, I couldn't help thinking that it was closer to a small mansion... Then we got out of the car, I noticed a man standing under the porch by the front door. He had black hair and was dressed in a somewhat rumpled looking black suit. And as we walked up to the front door, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, not taking his eyes off of Bobbie and me. When Bobbie and I got close, Bobbie stopped. The two of them stared at each other silently, though I wasn't sure if it was hostile or not. After turning and staring at me for a moment, the man said, "So you're the new student." He had a British accent, though it didn't sound all fancy like you'd expect to hear from a butler or something. Then he smiled and held out his hand, "The name's Wisdom. Pete Wisdom. I'm in charge of security around here, and I'll one of your instructors." "Um... hi," I said nervously as I shook his hand. My heart raced a bit as I wondered if he was a mutant, then felt stupid as I realized that he would have to be. "I never imagined you as the teacher type," Bobbie said coldly. "People change," Mr. Wisdom... Pete said, giving Bobbie a calm look back. "You should know that better than anyone Drake." Bobbie and Pete stared at each other for a moment with the temperature seeming to drop several degrees before Bobbie told me, "We should get inside..." However, her eyes didn't leave Pete. "You know the way," Pete shrugged, taking a drag from his cigarette. "I'd take you up myself, but I want to finish my fag..." He glanced down at his cigarette. After staring at Pete for another moment, Bobbie nodded and led me through the wide front doors. She didn't look all that happy to be there, or at least to have seen Pete. That didn't really make me feel much better about this whole mutant school thing. Then, thinking about how Bobbie and Pete had been acting towards each other, I asked, "What was that about? And why did he call you Drake?" Bobbie paused for a moment, giving me a steady look before letting out a sigh. And with a faint smile, she told me, "Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime..." which of course meant not right then. The inside of the house was pretty nice, though it didn't really look a whole lot like a hunting lodge or a summer camp. Maybe they had just done a serious remodel of it, or maybe the building had even been built a little more recently. Still, it looked a bit more like a hunting lodge or resort from the outside, so I was betting on the remodel. Bobbie led me to a heavy wooden door, pausing only a moment before pushing it open, not even bothering to knock. Her expression had gone serious again, though she didn't look like she was about to face an enemy or something like she almost had with Pete. As I stepped into the room, a single glance was enough to tell me that it was an office. There was a book shelf full of thick books, a filing cabinet and a heavy wooden desk. And of course, there was a man sitting behind the desk. He was a black man in his fifties or so, with gray hair and a beard. "I'm afraid that I have to get going again," Bobbie told me after giving only a glance at the man behind the desk. "Already?" I gasped, surprised that she would leave so soon. I didn't even know anyone there yet... except for that Pete Wisdom, and I don't think that really counted. Bobbie just nodded, then reached into her pocket and pulled something out. She gave me a gentle smile and handed me a business card. "If you ever want to get hold of me... Or if you just want to talk... my number is on the card." Then with only a smile and a nod, Bobbie turned and left the room, leaving me there alone with the man behind the desk. I gulped, then slowly turned to face him, feeling more than a little nervous as I did so. I even had to struggle to keep the darkness from coming. "She must really like you," the man behind the desk said with a smile. "What?" I blinked. "She is called the Ice Queen for more than just her powers," the man chuckled, "She's normally not nearly so social..." Then he gave me a steady look before adding, "And she drove you here all the way by herself rather than calling for us to pick you up with a helicopter... That says quite a bit..." I was a little startled by that revelation since I had thought that Bobbie had no real choice but to deliver me herself. I certainly hadn't thought that she could have called a helicopter to pick us up. And I couldn't help wondering why she hadn't. "My name is Earl Monroe," the man said, standing up and offering me his hand. I hesitated a moment and nervously shook it. "You could say that I'm the principal here at this school... Have a seat," he told me, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. "I'm..." I started, not sure what to say. I didn't even know where to start. "It's all right," Mr. Monroe smiled reassuringly at me, "I know who you are... Ms. Frost called ahead and informed me all about you and your... unique situation." "You know about my..." I gulped, feeling quite embarrassed. "Your gender reversal?" Mr. Monroe finished for me, giving me a sympathetic look. "Yes. But that is not a problem here... We are used to dealing with unique situations." All that I could say to that was, "Oh..." I still wasn't comfortable with the idea of going to a mutant school, and his bringing that up just made me wonder what other freaks would be hanging around. I doubted that there would be any that were freakier than me. The thought of living with mutants still made me uneasy, even if I was one myself now. "Perhaps I should give you a little background," Mr. Monroe said. "I myself am a human and not a mutant. You might wonder why a human would care about teaching mutants how to control their powers..." "A little," I responded slowly. "Mutant powers can be quite dangerous," he pointed out. "For the mutant and anyone around them. This is one of the reasons that mutants are so feared. This school gives a place where you can learn to control your powers in safety, and experienced people who can help you learn how." "That is a very good reason," Mr. Monroe sighed after a moment, his expression turning sad, "But not the only reason." He looked at me with a sigh, "My daughter was a mutant." There was another pause and his eyes looked a little misty. "She had the power to break matter down at the molecular level... to disintegrate things. But she didn't know how to control her powers. There was no one to teach her. And then there was an accident... Her powers accidentally destroyed part of a wall... and caused the rest of it to collapse on top of her... killing her." "Oh," I whispered, suddenly feeling quite sorry for the man. "This is why I founded... or at least co-founded this school," Mr. Monroe stated. Then he added, "My co-founder is a mutant who currently wishes to remain anonymous." After this sad story, the rest of my introduction was a little more boring. Mr. Monroe spent the next fifteen minutes asking me about myself, getting to know me and telling me about the school, the school rules and what I could expect to learn. He also told me that there were currently less than a dozen other students at the school, which meant that it really was a small school "But good for one on one instruction," Mr. Monroe had pointed out. Mr. Monroe had also told me that, "Code names are encouraged here, but not at all required. My co-founder believes that the use of code names allows mutants to develop a sense of pride in their uniqueness and mutant nature." Finally, Mr. Monroe stood up, reaching for a cane by his d