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First Writing Competition

Now i want to submit my own Remy Intro.

Is there another writing thread that isn't a competition, that's just for fun?
 
Copycat. :p

EDIT: Uhm... the fanfiction boards?
 
No mine would be way different. :cmad:

:hyper: :oldrazz:


By the way i'd like to expand on my story. IE why Emma needs Scott's help, i'll do that if you Expand on yours why Sinister wants Rogue DNA.

I thought it would be fun, but i want to hear yours too since i'm hooked.
 
Well in my vision Sinister didn't want JUST Rogue's blood. He wanted everybody's blood. Every mutant that got cured.

I actually don't have any ideas after that :) He'd probably want to create the supreme mutant or something In kahootz with the Hellfire Club. Rogue's DNA would probably end up to be the most important, acting as a catalyst for all the other so Sinister would need more of it so he'd use Tessa AKA Sage to jumpstart Rogue's powers again.

Like I said. I didn't think things through. :D
 
I did. :(

My idea was for X4 to be the mutant massacre and Hellfire club.

The Hellfire club wants to find Phoenixs' (good Jean that is) mind in the astral plane and give her a new body, so they want Scott's help. I would find a way to link this story to the Hellfire one.

Angel looses his wings.

X5 Sentinels try to enslave mutants. Jean comes back for good.
Sinister reveals his plan of bringing forth the ultimate mutant.

X6 Apocalypse!! :D
 
Clinique room in the afternoon. Rogue is inside taking her jacket off and sitting on one of the beds. A male nurse prepares a seringe.

MALE NURSE
Lift up your sleeve.

ROGUE
What? Why?

MALE NURSE
We need a blood sample. In case you have an adverse reaction to the cure. We need a sample of your original antibodies. Just in case.

Rogue lifts her sleeve. The nurse prepares to draw blood but rogue stops him.

ROGUE
You might want to put on some rubber gloves first.

MALE NURSE
Excuse me?

ROGUE (embarrassed)
I... I can't control my power.

MALE NURSE
I see. Alright...

Puts on rubber gloves and takes the blood sample. Next he prepares the cure. Rogue fidgets. She looks nervous. The male nurse looks her up and down, pensively.

MALE NURSE
Miss?

ROGUE (startled)
Yes?

MALE NURSE
You alright? Are you sure you want to do this?

ROGUE
Of course I'm sure. This is what I want. Anyway, what do you care?

MALE NURSE
I make it a point to ask everybody who comes in here if this is what they think is really best for them.

ROGUE
Is this a hyppocratic oath type of thing?

MALE NURSE
If you wanna call it that. I thought I was just being considerate.

Rogue smiles

MALE NURSE
Having no control is scary. But a decision made out of fear... you never really think about the consequences.

ROGUE
Look, it's not like it's any of your business, but I'm not doing it out of fear. I'm doing it out of love.

MALE NURSE
The people that love you would love all of you. Everything that makes you special.

ROGUE
You see that's where you're wrong. I don't need to suck the life out of people to be special. Now give me the damn cure!

MALE NURSE
Alright, chere.

He prepares the seringe. Rogue stares at it for a second, and then extends her hand determined. She receives the shot, and closes her eyes feeling it's effects.

MALE NURSE
There you go.

ROGUE
There I go.

She gets dressed. The male nurse prepares the next tray for the next pacient.

ROGUE, standing in front of the doorway
Do you really go through this with every pacient?

MALE NURSE, smirking
Neh. Just the pretty girls.

Rogue giggles.

MALE NURSE
You'll be alright... Marie. You got people looking out for you.

ROGUE
Thank you.

End scene

FADE IN
NIGHT, outside the clinique.

A man exits through the back door caring a container. He places it on the back of a motorcycle. He's wearing a hospital robe which he takes off, revealing a strange body suit. He removes his brown contact-lenses. He mounts the bike and looks back at the clinique with his red on black eyes. He revves up the engine and speeds away.


end scene

Fade in

The motorcycle stops outside of a warehouse. A man exits the warehous, his face hidden by shaddows. All you can see are his red eyes.

MAN ON MOTORCYCLE
I have it.

He opens up the container. It's filled with douzens of viles of blood. He extracts one. Hands it over to the other man. He holds it up and stares at it, with admiration.

MR. SINISTER
Excellent, Gambit excellent. Now... we have work to do.

Haha, nice. Like it's been said, I loved the "Alright, chére"
 
Haha. You know. I think I should've saved myself the bother and just say:

Rogue goes to buy a stick of gum.

ROGUE
A stick of gum please.

CLERK
Alright, chere.

:)
 
This scene takes place right after the part where Wolverine attempts to "rescue" Jean from Magneto in the forest.

Jean steps into a small clearing, and looks towards the setting sun. She stands there, contemplating for a moment, and suddenly flashbacks random moments with Cyclops. She falls to her knees, and begins breathing deeply.
FAINT VOICE: Jean......

Jean looks up, confused. She quickly climbs to her feet and begins to look around.

FAINT VOICE: Jean.....listen.......

JEAN: Who's there?!

Jean's eyes flash brightly, and nearby trees explode backwards, and disintegrate.

JEAN: Show yourself!

FAINT VOICE: Jean.....see.....

A look of shock and realization comes across Jean's face, and she grabs her head in pain. Light begins pouring from her mouth, ears, and nose, and Jean falls to her knees again.

As the light fades, a dark form is seen standing behind her. It reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder. She looks up, and begins to cry.

SCOTT: Jean. Can you listen? Can you see?

Jean reaches up and embraces Cyclops, and continues weeping.

SCOTT: I don't have much time. Please.....

Scott lifts Jean's chin lightly with his hand, and looks her in the eyes. He still isn't wearing his visor.

JEAN: I....I.......

Scott places a finger on her lips.

SCOTT: Shhhhh. Listen....to your friends. See.....your actions. Remember....who you are.

Scott's form begins to float up into the air, and a white, flaming aura traces around his form. Jean begins crying verbally now.

JEAN: Scott, I'm sorry! Please, don't leave me! No!

Scott floats higher up, and Jean reaches out and grabs his hand.

JEAN: I need you. Don't leave me!!

Jean stands up, desperately clinging to Cyclops' hand. (This takes place with the sunset and the swaying forest as the back drop.)

SCOTT: I won't be far.

Scott places his hand on his heart.

SCOTT: I can see you now....

Scott's hand slips out of Jean's, and he slowly fades from existance, like a cloud being blown away in the breeze.

Jean lays face first in the ground, weeping, and rips up handfuls of dirt
.
JEAN: Scott....somebody.......save..me......
 
Enjoy, people ^^

Scene; Chat

It’s late at night. In a room from the mansion, sounds of bed sheets are heard- it’s Rogue, trying to sleep. She feels restless, without deciding which pose to stay in. Undoubtedly, she can’t sleep. She keeps moving from one side to another, but gives up and sits on the bed. She takes the clock from her bedside table, and sighs. It’s 3 o’clock in the morning.
Rogue exits her room with a robe on, walking towards the bathroom, but she hears a sound. It isn’t monotone, rather rhythmical, but calm. Curious to know where it comes from, she walks closer, realising that the sound is… music.
She walks through the corridor, until she stops in front of a room. The music room. She leans out on the door and sees that it’s Beast playing the piano. She listens attentively, without a peep. It appears that Beast didn’t hear her coming, and keeps playing the piano.
He plays the last few notes, and his hands leave the keyboard.

Rogue: That… was lovely.

Beast turns round, surprised, and smiles.

Beast: Moonlight Sonata. Ludvig Van Beethoven.

Beast: Forgive me if I woke you up-

Rogue: That’s ok, I’ve been awake for a while.

Rogue: Looks like I’m not the only one.

Beast (smiles) : Before, I used to come here to think… and I still do it.

Pause.

Beast: Do you know how to play the piano?

Rogue: No. Well, my mother used to play and tried to teach me, but… I had already escaped from home.

Beast: Come, sit here. (he moves a bit away from the piano stool, leaving space for her to sit)

Rogue: What?

Beast: Come here, with me. I’ll give you some piano lessons.

Rogue doubts and shakes her head a bit.

Rogue: No…no. I better not.

Beast: Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Well, sometimes (smiles)

Rogue: No, no it’s not that. I can’t touch people, Mr McCoy.

Beast raises his head and nods.

Beast:You must be Rogue, no?

Rogue: Yes.

Beast: Well, Rogue, that doesn’t matter- I can teach you anyways. Come on.

Rogue walks slowly towards the piano. She sits next to Beast.

Beast: Let’s see if my piano lessons can help you get some sleep. (smiles)

Rogue smiles politely.

Beast: Well, then. We’ll begin with the basics, hm? The treble clef. Do (plays a key) Your turn (points at a key more to his left) Place your right hand in these five keys. (Rogue obeys) Okay, play.

A key is heard.

Beast: Re.

Rogue imitates him.

Beast: Mi.

Rogue continues.

Beast: Fa.

Rogue repeats the sound.

Beast: So.

She plays the last key.

Beast: That’s it. Now… (he plays the notes one after the other)

Rogue tries to imitate him but misses.

Beast: It’s okay. Let’s see…

He holds her wrist, covered by the robe.

Beast: Why! You sure are tense. Perhaps you could…

He looks at her, releasing her wrist, and observes the expression on her face.

Beast: May I know what’s the matter, Rogue? It’s… it’s the professor? (he moves his hand towards her hair)

Rogue: Please, don’t touch me. Please.

Beast moves his hand away.

Rogue: It isn’t just the professor. It’s… it’s this. (stares her hands)

Beast: They’re beautiful.

Rogue: But they kill. (a tear runs over her cheek) I don’t know… what to do.

Carefully, he dries her tear with his long, sharp nail.

Beast: Are you thinking of recurring to “the cure”?

Rogue: Yes. It will finish everything off.

Beast: Are you certain about that?

Rogue sighs, and thinks for a moment.

Rogue: No.

Beast: Believe me, it won’t.

Rogue: You sure? I mean, have you ever… thought of doing the same? Have you ever... (shakes her head) wished to be human again?

Pause. Beast glances at the piano and plays a few keys.

Rogue: Sorry-

Beast: Never mind. And you’re right. I considered it. The government committed an atrocity to use the cure as a weapon… so I forbid myself to approach Worthington Labs. But… even so…

Rogue plays some notes.

Beast: Rogue, I ignore if you tried with all your might, but like any student here, you have to learn to control your powers. I’d like to remind you that, after all, that’s why you came here, no?
(The camera focuses the rose vase on the piano) You might be mortal if you’re touched… (close-up of his hand about to touch the thorns) but if you’re touched with care… (holds the rose, his finger tips avoiding the thorns) you will give off your beauty. (smells it)

Rogue smiles a bit.

Beast: I’m sure you’re a strong girl, Rogue. (lays his hand on her shoulder) It would be aggravating if you head to the easy track.

Rogue thinks for a while.
Beast: Well, shall we continue?

Rogue: No… I think that… I‘m starting to get sleepy.

Beast: Really? This must be a record.

Rogue giggles.

Rogue: (smiles): Thank you, Mr. McCoy.

Beast: (smiles back): Good night.

Rogue: Good night.

Rogue exits the room. Beast, thoughtful, stares at the rose, moving it between his thumb and index.

Beast: Ow!

He drops the rose and looks his hand. His forefinger is bleeding. Suddenly, we see that the wound begins to heal itself. He leaves his hand open and closes it.



(continues to the Bobby/Kitty scene)

I'm sure you'll find some grammer mistakes :p but I hope you understand what I want to say more or less:hyper:
 
Thanx :D Yah, I know it's not something astonishing, with action, but thouhgt X3 needed some kind of pause, a moment to think :)
 
do you have it in spanish? I'd like to read it in my language, you know, hehe...
 
Sure, there you go:

Escena: Charla

Es tarde por la noche. En una habitación de la mansión, se oyen ruidos de sabanas moviéndose- es Pícara, intentando dormir. Se siente inquieta sin decidirse en que posición quedarse. Sin duda, no puede dormir. Continúa moviéndose de un lado para otro, pero se rinde y se sienta en la cama. Coge el reloj de su mesita de luz, y suspira. Son las 3 de la mañana.
Sale de su habitación con la bata puesta, dirigiéndose hacia el lavabo, pero oye un sonido. No es monótono, más bien rítmico, pero tranquilo. Curiosa por saber de donde proviene, se acerca y a medida que más se acerca, se da cuenta que ese sonido es… música.
Camina por el pasillo, hasta que se detiene delante de una habitación. La sala de música. Se asoma por la puerta, y ve que es Bestia tocando el piano. Escucha atentamente, sin mover un dedo. Bestia parece no haberla escuchado venir, y continúa tocando el piano. Toca las últimas tres notas, y sus manos abandonan el teclado.

Pícara: Ha… sido muy bonito.

Bestia se da la vuelta, sorprendido, y sonríe.

Bestia: Sonata de Claro de Luna. Ludvig Van Beethoven.

Bestia: Perdona que te haya despertado-

Pícara: No, no importa, ya hacía rato que no podía dormir.

Pícara: Parece que no soy la única.

Bestia (sonríe) : Anteriormente, solía venir aquí a pensar… y aún lo hago.

Pausa.

Bestia: ¿Sabes tocar el piano?

Pícara: No. Bueno, mi madre solía tocar e intentó enseñarme, pero… no pudo. Yo…ya me había escapado de casa.


Bestia: Ven, siéntate (se aparta un poco del banco, dejando sitio)

Pícara: ¿Cómo?

Bestia: Siéntate aquí, conmigo. Voy a darte clases de piano.

Pícara duda y niega un poco.

Pícara: No… no. Mejor no.

Bestia: Tranquila, no muerdo. Bueno, a veces. (sonríe)

Pícara: No, no es eso. No… puedo tocar a la gente, Señor McCoy.

Bestia levanta la cabeza, y asiente.

Bestia: Tú debes de ser Pícara, ¿no?

Pícara: Si.

Bestia: Bueno, Pícara, no importa- te puedo enseñar de todas maneras. Venga.

Pícara se acerca lentamente. Se sienta al lado de Bestia.

Bestia: Veamos si con mis clases de piano puedo ayudarte a dormir. (sonríe)

Pícara sonríe cortésmente.

Bestia: Bien. Empecemos por lo básico, ¿hm?. La clave de sol. Do (toca una tecla) Ahora tú (Señala una tecla más para su izquierda) Sitúa tu mano derecha en estas cinco teclas. (Pícara obedece) Bien, toca.

Se oye una tecla.

Bestia: Re. (toca una tecla)

Pícara lo imita.

Bestia: Mi.

Pícara le sigue.

Bestia: Fa.

Pícara repite el sonido.

Bestia: Sol.

Toca la última tecla.

Bestia: Eso es. Y ahora… (toca las cinco notas de seguido)

Pícara intenta imitarlo, pero falla.

Bestia: No pasa nada. Veamos…

La coge de la muñeca, protegida por la manga de la bata.

Bestia: ¡Vaya! Sin duda estás muy tensa. Tal vez deberías…

La mira, observando su expresión en la cara.

Bestia: ¿Puedo saber qué ocurre, Pícara? ¿Es… es por el profesor? (le acerca la mano al pelo)

Pícara: Por favor, no me toque. Por favor.

Bestia aleja la mano.

Pícara: No es sólo por el profesor. Es… es por esto. (Se mira las manos).

Bestia: Son preciosas.

Pícara: Pero matan. (Una lágrima corre por su mejilla) Yo… yo no se qué hacer.

Cuidadosamente, Bestia le seca la lágrima con su larga y afilada uña.

Bestia: ¿Estás pensando en recurrir a “la cura”?

Pícara: Si. Acabará con todo esto.

Bestia: ¿Segura?

Pícara suspira, y piensa.

Pícara: No.

Bestia: Créeme, no lo hará.

Pícara: ¿Está seguro? Es decir, nunca… ¿usted no ha pensado en hacer lo mismo?

Pausa. Bestia mira el piano y toca unas teclas.

Pícara: Perdone…

Bestia: No importa. Y tienes razón, lo he pensado. Consideré una atrocidad que el gobierno lo utilizara como arma… y me prohibí acercarme a los laboratorios Worthington. Pero… aún así.

Pícara toca unas teclas.

Bestia: Pícara, yo ignoro si lo has intentado con todas tus fuerzas, pero al igual que todos los alumnos de ésta mansión, tienes que aprender a controlar tus poderes. Te recuerdo que, es para eso que has venido aquí, ¿no?
(La cámara enfoca el florero de rosas encima del piano) Puede que seas mortal si te tocan… (acercamiento de su mano apunto de tocar las espinas) pero si te tocan con cuidado… (agarra la rosa, las yemas de sus dedos evitando las espinas) podrás desprender tu belleza. (la huele).

Pícara sonríe un poco.

Bestia: Estoy seguro de que eres una chica fuerte, Pícara. (pone una mano en su hombro) Sería una contrariedad que fueras por el camino fácil.

Pícara se queda pensando.

Bestia: Bueno ¿continuamos?

Pícara: No… creo que… he conciliado el sueño.

Bestia: ¿En serio? Esto tiene que ser un récord.

Pícara se ríe.

Pícara (sonríe): Gracias, señor McCoy.

Bestia (le sonríe): Buenas noches.

Pícara: Buenas noches.

Pícara deja la habitación. Bestia, pensativo, observa la rosa, moviéndola entre su índice y el pulgar.

Bestia: ¡Ay!

Suelta la rosa, y se mira la mano. El dedo índice le está sangrando. De repente, vemos que la herida empieza a curarse sola. Después deja abierta la mano por un momento y la cierra.


(Continuaría con la escena de Bobby/Kitty)






P.S: My 1000th post!! *does happy dance*
Now... what?
 
Interesting scene, shebeast. I would have liked to see a moment between them. Let's hope in X4 they have it.
 
^Definitely. Those two both had similar positions (ie. both had obvious reasons why they should take the cure). Would have been nice to see a moment between the two to reflect on this.
 
They lost the opportunity to do it in X3, that was the moment to do it, but anyway, we all already know how Fox/writers are.

Beast had a scene with Logan in astonishing about the cure, X3 needed a moment like that, and Rogue was the perfect character to talk with Hank.
 
Exactly. That's what bugged the most. They lost the opportunity. The Logan vs. Beast will never happen :( :mad: Damn Fox, Ratner, etc.
Here I basically want to show that Rogue AT LEAST thought of not taking the cure, but when she sees Bobby with Kitty, it's like "That's it"
This scene is also a wink for one of my weird wishes: to see Kelsey Grammer as Beethoven :p ^^ A movie in the 'Amadeus' style
Seriously, even I told him via e-mail
 
Thank you _BB_
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Before Magneto's final scene in the park...

A family are unpacking their bikes by the side of the road when they notice, they're little girl is missing

Mother: honey where's Abby

The father looks as he's hoisting the last bike off the car, then a scream is heard, the mother takes off and the father follows after dropping the bike

They find her in the woods panicking,

Abby: mommy

She points, the mother clasps her mouth as Abby buries her face in her shirt.

Below an emaciated like man partially covered in dirt and branches lies unconcious, his clothes are torn and skin cut up and bruised
 

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