Fighting Hurts (Ashtin)

[James Zect]

There are certain things James liked about being a member of the X-men. He didn't have to take classes anymore. He got his own room in the section of the house with the other X-men. He didn't have to put up some of the more annoying members of the student populous. He got to go on missions with the other X-men and see places of the world that he'd never get to see if he and his mom had stayed in LA.

... Partially because he wouldn't have made it to puberty, but that was beside the point.

There were a lot of things he didn't like. Danger room practice with Wolverine. Explosions. Danger room practice with Wolverine. Semi-constant fighting with every single person in the universe who didn't like them. Super powered or otherwise.

At the moment, it was a rather large Brotherhood member. Not quite Blob, but still. He hadn't even been sent out to find him. He'd been going to the grocery store to get some soda on his way home from work. Said Brotherhood member was robbing said grocery store. Now, he'd been knocked 2 blocks away to the graveyard, where he'd most recently been thrown through the walls of a very old mausoleum.

"Come on puny X-Man, get up and take your beating like a traitor," the Blob-wannabe said, rather un-educatedly. Although, James couldn't say much. He'd made it about half-way through high school....

"Just one. I'd like just one day where someone doesn't try to kill me," he muttered, getting out of the mausoleum and cracking his back. "I would be happy with that. Maybe I should just start living under the pier." The train of thought didn't have much longer to go before the brotherhood ran at him, attempting to catch him in a tackle.

James dodged to the side and the large mutant demolished what was left of the grave. He winced. This wasn't good on a number of levels. Religious, moral, or legal. He hit a button on his communicator. "Help needed badly at the older graveyard," he said and shut it off. "Good thing I'm already in a graveyard," he muttered as the other mutant got to his feet and brushed some of the ashes off his arm.

"Hold still ya' little punk."

"Yeah... this is going to be fun..." James muttered, and tossed a ball of energy at his enemy. He shrugged it off and laughed. "Yeah, had a feeling you'd do that."

[Ashtin Evans]

Even though she was technically considered an X-Man that did not mean that she was taken for joy rides in the jet whenever some important mission came up or what not. Not, Ashtin was usually the last pick, and that was only if they absolutely needed her. Not like she really cared though, she rather enjoyed being away from the fighting and gruesome things. After all if the villain really wanted to get rid of her all they would have to do is bring a giant can of weed killer, and she would end up in a discolored pile. But then again that wouldn’t be the first time that happened to her. Then again she usually wasn’t exposed to a large about of the herbicides, so recovery was quick and easy. Still, this fem only fought when she absolutely had too.

Today was yet another uneventful day, walking around enjoying things. It was the best way to relax and chill after a day of classes and all that other fun stuff the school forces their students through. Work was not something she had figured out just yet, mostly because she hadn’t found the right spot to use her ‘talents’ in. But that is a discussion for another day. In the mean time she was watching the scenery when in the distance the sounds of a struggle could be heard. And it did not seem like just a regular school boy struggle, no it sounded bigger than that. The girl’s brown eyes instantly began flickering about trying to locate the source of the noises.

After following her ears for a short distance she came across the graveyard. And that seemed to be where the most destruction was coming from. The brunette gently pushed herself up onto the wall and slid over to land on the other side. White sneakers got their first taste of dirt for the day, blue jeans, and a pale green t-shirt completed the ensemble. Cautiously the female continued forward. A moment later she came upon two figures struggling. Well not really struggling more like throwing things and punches at each other. One was a huge being, while the other was someone whose face seemed familiar to Ashtin. She had seen him around the mansion a few times.

Slowly she stepped closer to the confrontation. “You need any help?” she asked the smaller male. Placing her hands on her hips, the girl stood there with a somewhat cocky smile on her face. Ash made sure to stay out of the way for the time being. But it was not like her to just walk away from another soul, especially not if there was a way she could help them.