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Before the Worst

"I have no idea. All I know is that whatever I felt while..." he stopped, deciding not to go there. "Whatever power you have, it felt strong. Like, overwhelmingly strong. In fact, somehow, it's messing with mine," he said, holding out an arm and showing Evan the blue sparks that were restlessly jumping around his skin.
 
"Wow...that's sorta cool. But what is a Tempeste Lobo?" Evan asked. "I'm sorry, you weren't even thinking about that one. I kinda just sifted through your head....I'm not sure if I should be this po-- wait, your Last Name is Creed? As in--!" Evan stopped, hus hand at his mouth. A lightbulb shattered over his head. The power he now possesed was potent and getting stronger as time ticked by. He was uncovering all the secrets about his closest friend without trying and it honestly scared him just a little.
 
He looked up sharply at the mention of his last name, and he blanched.


"I - uh - yeah...." Darren tripped over his words as Evan sorted through his mind, desperately trying to push the unfamiliar presence away. "Just - I obviously have a lot to explain," he said, giving up. It was all out in the open anyway, and it's not like he was never planning to tell Evan this, he just never found the right moment. Might as well go ahead now.


He thing was...he didn't know how Ev would react to all this. Darren was keeping some BIG secrets from his friend - or he had been until he'd evolved into a mind reader. He didn't want to be seen differently-that's the reason why he didn't say anything in the first place. That and the fact that he was instructed not to.
 
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"Come on...you can tell me." Evan strained hard to keep from squeezing the information from Darren's head. He placed his hand on his friend's arm, hoping it would ease him a little.


A small spark latched itself onto his hand, but Evan didn't feel it. He didn't need the show of electricity to feel the enery from that one gesture. He gazed into Darren's eyes, watching them shift from his favorite blue into a metallic silver.
 
Soothed by Evan's touch, Darren decided to start with Ev's first question. "Tempeste Lobo...it's one of those power cosmic things, or so I've been told. It means storm wolf, and it makes total sense since I kept seeing this strange wolf in my dreams. That was before the power manifested, before I could do all the crazy things with my energy that I do now," He explained.


"In fact...it's like your Phoenix Force," he added thoughtfully. "I kind of expected them to opposite eachother, but every time we touch...it's like our powers are in sync."
 
"Wait...Phoenix Force?" Evan asked, making a face of confusion. "I am not an avatar of anything, including that ball of chaos. The terms Phoenix and trouble are synonomous." Evan laughed at the notion, hoping--praying-- that Darren was kidding.


Yet as he denied it, an inkling of him felt the burning, the longing to be released. He shoved it way down, as far as he could. Even if it had chosen him, he could keep from becoming that monster...right?
 
Darren sighed, tugging at his hair. "We'll deal with that little nugget of info later...might want to talk to the Professor or Emma about it though. I'm not too well versed in the subject," he added, before begrudgingly moving on to another topic.


"So. About my name...yeah. Darren Creed, as in, son of Victor Creed," he said, putting it out there before he choked and didn't say anything at all.
 
"I don't know which topic I'm more intruiged by: your conception or the sexual nature of Savertooth." Evan leaned closer and smirked. "But, neither compare to the way you're exposing every other secret to avoid the one that matters most." He accused, pushing Darren playfully.
 
"Ev..." He glanced at the other boy, and could practically feel the burn of embarrassment in his cheeks. "I don't know why I even...I shouldn't have ok? We shouldn't have done that."


He felt bad immediately after he said it, but Darren couldn't voice how he actually felt without sounding like a confused nutter. So, he pretended it was a mistake, and tried his hardest to clear his mind of any doubt as he did it.
 
"...oh."


Evan's hand retracted with lightning speed, ending up on his lap. "I'm tired." He said flatly, making an effort not to explode for hearing what his friend was tol chicken to say. "I will see you later, ok?" He said, throwing the covers over his head.
 
Darren opened his mouth to say something else, to try and smoothie out the situation, but he finally just gave up and left without another word.


God, I suck...





Darren headed downstairs instead of his bedroom, deciding that a good Danger Room session was in order. He donned his suit, and got busy turning on one of his personal favorite simulations - the sentinels. He didn't bother with weapons, only because he wanted to feel himself hitting things.


Minutes later, he was unleashing all of his stress and confusion upon the robot mutant hunters, on a warpath of white hot frustration.
 
Evan walked down the hallway, a little less inhibited by the sound of thoughts about him. He kept a smile on his face, even though his eyes gave him away. Today would be the the day he began training, and he was scared out of his witts. Luckily, his trainer was someone close. "Darren...where are you?" He called out. It had been a few days since their falling out, and he missed him--even though a part of him was still angry about his denial.
 
Darren looked up from his blade that he'd been cleaning. "In here," he called as he leaned against the doorway to the danger room. He hadn't exactly dreaded the day he'd been assigned to catch his friend up on training, he just didn't know what to expect. Going by the look on Evan's face though, he wasn't out of the clear yet.


Deciding not to say anything about it, he stood up and stretched.


"You ready? There's a suit for you in the locker room hanging up," Darren added, smiling a bit. He knew the other boy would like it...the gear matched his new features perfectly.
 
"Yay! Spandex!" Evan said sarcastically as he eentered the locker room. He came right back out, holding the uniform on a hanger.


"I...you..really?!" He asked loudly. "You know thos was her uniform at one point. He was starting to get tired of the Jean Grey references on his part. Logan and Storm had taken him aside earlier that day to make sure he was okay with the fact that he was "the heir to her legacy". Quite frankly, he didn't believe a word of it.


Had she wanted him, she wouldn't wait until he was perfectly fine with being human.


"Tell me you're joking." He said to Darren as he pushed the uniform toward him.
 
"Wow, you don't like it? I thought it'd look good on you..." He looked at the uniform pointedly then back at Evan, then shook his head at the statement he'd just made.


"Just - put it on for now so we can get started alright?" He said, turning away. Great, now everything he said somehow sounded...lust filled. Darren shuddered, rubbing the back of his head. This was going to be a new level of awkward...
 
"Alright, keep your claws on." Evan turned away and undressed, then squeezed into his uniform. The green really was awesome, but he would never let Darren know that. When he was done, he pushed his shaggy red hair out of his face and smiled. "So. Do you like it?" He asked, giving his friend a spin. "I know you do, I can hear you smile." He noted, lacing up his boots.
 
Of all things...why a damned telepath?!





Darren sniffed and got busy picking the sim, a simple one just to scope out Ev's new abilities.


"Yeah. It's fine," he lied, before stepping down onto the floor. The room itself didn't change much, but the computer did bring up about five different mutants, each with a different set of powers. Darren waited for Evan to join him as he stood next to the momentarily passive opponents.
 
"Wow, this is tight. Okay, what do you have for me?" Evan asked, clapping his hands together. Figures materialized before him, each with a varying set of skills. 'This ought to be easy.' He thought, before getting smacked in the chest with a snowball. Landing on his backside, Evan huffed and puffed for breath. The wad of snow knocked the wind out of him. "God-damnit! Darren!" He yelled, picking himself up and dusting the snow off the front of his brand new shirt.
 
"Heh..." Darren couldn't help but chuckle at Evan as he wiped off the wet snow.


"That, would be the water elemental. There's also fire, earth, and air - just to see how you do with that. Oh, and bonus - you get to duel me at the end," he added, cracking his knuckles for maximum effect. "And I do a lot more damage than flying snowballs..."
 
"Do I really have to --omph!" The snowball struck him again, this time in the face. Even got up one more time and directed his gaze at the elementalist who reswmbled a frozen statue. As a snowball flew at him once more, he lifted his hands to brace himself-- but instead, he caught the ball with telekinetics. "Holy shit biscuts...." he exhaled in awe.
 
"Nice," Darren commented, crossing his arms in approval. "Try hitting him back with it," he added, gesturing toward Evan's target, just as it armed itself with another snowball. It looked like Evan was going to have Jean's powers...almost exactly. Darren just hoped the less safe portion of her abilities would be skipped over.
 
"Well how do I do that?!"


Ev stared at the ball like it was a bomb. The whole process confused him, so he let his instincts do the work for him. Evan focused, envisioning the ball of frozen water sailing back at the owner. He could feel the entire mass, every crystalized portion. Before he knew it, it obeyed his will and hit the man in the chest. "This is fun after all." He chuckled, stepping forward with a little more confidence. A barrage of frozen fury flew at him, stopping when it reached his radius of power. He smirked and the balls compressed and sharpened with mere thought. He launched them back, avoiding critical areas. He may have had power, but he would never take a life. Ever.
 
Darren watched as Ev neatly dispatched the mutant, and he seemed to fade away into the ground as the next one stepped up, wielding fire like a madman. "Come on Ev, he's gonna toast your ass if ya don't get moving," Darren chided.


This guy was fast - didn't stand in one spot like the former. Evan was gonna have to step up his game, but to Darren, it looked like he was already getting the hang of his powers.


"You know, you can throw fatal shots right? They aren't real," he added. He never understood why a lot of the students avoided kill shots. He never had any problems maiming his targets...but then again, it was kind of what he'd been trained to do. At like, six.
 
"I'm not gonna kill anyone!" Evan yelled, hearing the mental comment about Darren's training. A part of him saddened to the point of causing him to almost be immolated. Evan reached for the string of flames in the air, a different type of power surging on his fingertips. The flame curled around him, caressing his body. Evan looked at Darren, pushing down thoughts of ownership as he tossed the ignited flame back at his opponent. The volume of the fire had grown, somehow causing him to become more sensitive to everything.
 

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