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Chapter 3
Kevin walked through the grounds of the X-mansion. The air was cool, and the birds took flight as he neared their feeding ground. The lake was beautiful today, crystal and sublime. He saw Bobby standing at the edge of the water, staring blankly at the water as if trying to see something beyond it. Bobby seemed to hear Kevin's approach and shook his head as if shaking off his thoughts. Kevin smiled at Bobby but the smile was not returned, and he felt something inside him sink. Something was amiss, but what? Bobby went back to studying the water but his fist seemed to clench, and his anger was unmistakable.
Kevin approached with trepidation, his heart in his throat and the air around him crackling with tension. At the last moment he hardened his spirits and snarled with frustration. He would sort this problem out, whatever it was. He placed his hand on Bobby's shoulder.
"Bobby, wha..." he began, but cut off as Bobby swung around, his faced contorted with rage.
"Deceiver," Bobby shouted, and tears of anger glistened in his eyes.
In a swift action Bobby had clasped his hand around Kevin's throat, and in that instant of paralytic shock where he tried to decipher what had caused this outburst, he felt his throat freeze. Gasping in agony, he fell to his knees and grabbed his own throat, and felt his skin as cold as the deepest winter, and as hard as concrete. His throat was frozen, his arteries and veins blocked with clotted blood, his windpipe clogged with pieces of ice. Air, he needed air. He lashed out with his powers but he didn't know how to fix what Bobby had done to him. The grass around him caught fire, the water on the lack rippled, but the ice inside of him sat with comfortable malice. He looked to Bobby with pleading eyes. Please Bobby, he thought - but he could not speak it. His vision was darkening, a cloud of dizziness starting to fog his thoughts. Bobby snarled and stepped forward, the burning grass snuffed out with icy steam. He grasped Kevin's hair in his hand, and pulled his head back roughly. He felt the icy skin of his neck crack and break at Bobby's rough treatment. He wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't even breathe.
"Die for your crimes, Kevin. I want you to die!" Bobby said. His eyes were blue and vapid, and covered in icicles. The hatred in Bobby's eyes was so powerful that Kevin felt his own eyes freezing under that terrible gaze. Kevin's lips twitched in one final effort, one last push to cry out Bobby's name, but the water blocking his windpipe mocked him. The sun set on his vision, and he felt himself collapse, felt the slowing of his heart and the end of his life. He felt himself die.
Kevin shot up in his bed, and cried out. The windows of his room exploded out with a shriek as the glass launched outwards and landed on the soft gravel two stories below. He was panting, and sweating with anxiety and he immediately felt his throat, desperate to claw the ice off of his skin. There was nothing, his skin was warm. He wanted to weep, but he was breathing with hunger - just to get that air which the dream had deprived him of. Bobby would never hurt him! He wouldn't! He started to climb out of bed. He had to make sure that glass hadn't landed on anybody.
Suddenly the door to his room burst open and an older good looking guy burst in. The door fell of its hinges, and Kevin's eyes widened in fear. The man had wild dark hair, and crazy untamed sideburns. He was well built, but aggressive and carnal. "What the fuck is going on in here?" the guy almost growled, and in an instant a set of huge metal claws extended out from his hands with a metallic whine.
Kevin cried out in fear. "I won't let you hurt me!" he almost screamed, and immediately stuck out his hand in desperation. The strong guy had only a moment to register confusion on his face before he was gripped by Kevin's powers and slammed into the opposite wall. He cried out in pain as he collided with the wooden wall panel which shattered into splinters. He fell down unconscious, surely seriously injured from the force of the impact - but at least unable to harm him. He heard footsteps and his eyes widened in terror. He lifted his hand in readiness. He would tear this whole place down if people tried to harm him. Professor Xavier appeared in the doorway and was sweating with exertion. He hesitated. Storm and Rogue appeared behind him, but he held them back with his outstretched arm. The Professor examined him warily.
"Kevin... are you okay?" he said slowly. This time there could be no mistaking the apprehension in his voice.
"I won't let you hurt me," Kevin said in an exhausted voice.
The Professor looked at him sharply, and Kevin could feel the heavy mantle of the Xavier's powers settling on his mind, uselessly trying to bypass his superior defences. He held the Professor off. Get out of my mind! he thought, and suddenly felt the presence rapidly back away.
"Kevin, look at me," he said. "Look at me!" he shouted when Kevin's eyes settled on the injured man who amazingly seemed to still be breathing. Kevin's eyes shot back to the Professor's, and he stared at him. He was so frightened. What did he do to make these people want to harm him? The Professor started to speak slowly and very clearly, and Kevin listened. "Kevin, no one wants to hurt you. This is a misunderstanding. Let me into your mind, and I promise to help what is ailing you. You know that we are your friends."
Doubt ran across Kevin's mind, and the barriers around his mind strengthened to near invincible levels, and the Professor's eyes widened slightly. These were his friends. Someone wanted to hurt him, but not Bobby. Never Bobby. He felt confused, and sad. So very sad. He couldn't think. It was as if a cog was missing in the machinery of his mind. Something was blocking his thoughts, but not Xavier. He looked to the Professor and his lips trembled. "Help me Professor," he said sadly, and looked to the ground in shame. In a single action he removed the barriers which guarded his mind, and he felt the Professor invade without delay. Sleep came over him. He was so tired. He needed to sleep... sleep... sleep.
Later...
Kevin knew he had been asleep for a very long time, but he didn't know for how long. He didn't even know how he knew, except immediately he knew that his powers granted him a true sense of time. The white light before his eyelids parted as he opened his eyes. He felt at peace, and wondered what he would see. The incident a few days previously jumped to the forefront of his memory, and he sighed with despair. The white light of his vision became blue. He was in a blue room. Blue panels everywhere. The air was cool and he could feel the artificial breeze of the air conditioning. There was an ominous silence, and he became aware of how hard the bed or platform was which he was sleeping on. His chest felt cold, and he realised he was shirtless. Damn those people, why did they have to remove my shirt to help my mind? He heard movement from inside the room, and he froze - utterly terrified to confront another assailant at this time. Suddenly Bobby's perfect face appeared in his vision with a light smile. With a cry Kevin jumped up, and fell to the floor. He'd been on some sort of examination bed. He ran to the corner of the room and turned to face Bobby. He was cornered.
"Please don't hurt me, Bobby," he said desperately. Please, anyone but this! He could never harm Bobby with his powers. If only he could be certain of the opposite.
Bobby seemed as shocked as him. He appeared stunned and raised his arms pleadingly as he slowly approached Kevin. "Kevin, it's me. You know I won't hurt you," he said, and it sounded as if he was devastated to have to try and convince him of this.
"I know," Kevin said sadly. "But don't come any closer!" he said when he saw Bobby approaching. The paradox of his statement made him seem like an idiot, yet he still felt so confused. Shit, what was happening to him? Was he going insane?
He felt his legs weaken, and he crouched in the corner of the room with his head resting on the wall. He felt so alone. Something was seriously wrong with him! He was shaking with uncertainty. He wanted to curl up into a little ball and disappear, just vanish. Suddenly he felt an arm on his shoulder and another arm hugging him tightly, and he almost lashed out. Yet ... he didn't. It felt so warm, so caring.
"It's okay," he heard Bobby whisper softly into his ear.
And with that small statement, he broke. He started to weep. He had come to this place looking for a new beginning, but a terrible transformation was occurring in him and just like the Professor had predicted, people were getting hurt. He wanted to make a good impression with the Professor, the students and especially with Bobby, but everything was ruined... ruined! The tears ran down his eyes and he leaned into Bobby's embrace, which tightened. He cried openly until his soul seemed dry, and still Bobby sat there in silence with his supportive embrace.
"Thanks," Kevin said finally in a cracked voice. It was an foolish sign of gratitude for a special act, but it was all he could manage at the moment - so there it was. He slowly tried to stand and felt Bobby lift him under his arm supportively.
"No problem, man," Bobby said as if nothing had happened.
"What did the Professor do to me? And how long was I here?" he said slowly.
"Well I haven't seen you for three days, and believe me I tried," Bobby said with a small grin. "I don't know what he did to you," he said honestly.
Kevin nodded. He didn't really know what to do next. He was standing in a room shirtless with the obsession of his life, and he'd just cried his eyes out after sleeping for three days. The world makes sense again. He was about to initiate a futile search for his shirt but Bobby took the choice away from him. "Why don't you find your shirt, and your shoes - and we can go sit by the lake for a while until you feel better?" Bobby looked optimistically at him, and his blue eyes tore at his emotions. The curve of his smile was mischievous and sexy. He was so... hot!
"Sure," he said apathetically, but with no hint of rudeness. He wasn't looking his best. Actually he looked like shit, but he didn't feel like reminding himself of that fact.
"I'll meet you there in ten," Bobby said. "I just need to find a replacement to look after some of the students I need to baby-sit."
He play-punched Kevin's shoulder, and dashed from the room, but not before he swept his eyes over Kevin's abs with a knowing smile. This was the ultimate worst. As if he had the world on his shoulders Kevin searched for his shirt and found it in a storeroom two doors down the passage. While putting his shirt back on, he heard voices from down the passage. Normally he didn't care for listening to other people's conversations, but the urgency of the tone made him curious. He approached a half closed door and the conversation became clearer.
"... too dangerous, Professor," the female voice muttered angrily.
"That he is," the male voice replied, but it sounded like Professor X, and the previous statement confirmed it. "But better to iron out the problems of his powers here than let him loose on the public. Can you imagine what magnitude of disaster that will yield?"
"Iron out?" the woman said with exasperation. "He isn't a mutant who can merely lift chairs and beds, or who can walk through walls. He could level this entire estate and perhaps further. And all it would take would be one loss of his temper. That's all it took with Jean, unless you forgot."
"That's not fair, Rogue. It won't be the same. Since he arrived here I've been placing..." the Professor continued.
"Like listening in on private conversations?" he heard behind him, and swung round anxiously. It was that strong guy again, and he was leaning against the wall with an amused look on his face. Kevin took an involuntarily step back.
"I'm not going to hurt you, kid," the guy said, and walked towards him and shook his hand. "And that was true for the first time we met," he added.
"Uh... who are you?" Kevin asked, and felt bad at his tactless address.
"Logan," he said simply. "Or Wolverine, whatever you want." He smiled as Kevin's eyes widened at the second part. Everyone knew of the legend of Wolverine.
"I'm Kevin," he said even more plainly, but with a hopeful friendly smile on his face. He could turn this nightmare around if he tried, unless the higher powers hated him totally.
"Yeah, I know," he said while looking at Kevin with interest. "I hear you have similar powers to a friend I once had." It was not a question.
"You knew Jean Grey?" Kevin said before he could stop himself. If he could find any sense of recurrence or similarity to his present circumstances, it would be a relief.
Wolverine looked away quickly, and anguish crossed his face for less than a second. "I'm sorry. It's not my business," Kevin added quickly.
"It's not your fault, kid," he said, but he didn't elaborate.
"I'm really sorry I hurt you, Logan. I had experienced a nightmare where someone was trying to kill me, and I when I woke up I lost control of my powers. And then you burst in, and I thought you wanted to hurt me when I saw your claw things... and..."
He was fumbling for words, or at least trying to formulate the worst apology ever. Wolverine held up his hand. "Easy boy," he said softly. "I've heard all of this already today. I came down here to make sure I hadn't scared you too badly, but you were sleeping. Then I ran into Iceman who was jumping around here like some damn rabid coyote trying to visit you. He thought I was here to gut you like I do to everyone else who throws me through walls. And then he went off on a long monolog about how amazing you are, and how Kevin wouldn't hurt a fly. And that Kevin this, and Kevin that... I nearly made an ice sculpture out of the guy just to give my ears some rest."
Kevin laughed behind his hand. He liked Wolverine. He was a virile and untamed spirit, and not vague about his opinions in life. He appreciated someone without hidden agendas. The guy was built too, and seriously good looking - but in a contest with Bobby this guy was several laps behind, and not a contender for a medal. He chuckled to himself, and said goodbye to Wolverine. He was suddenly in a good mood, and he'd forgotten about the conversation he'd heard only minutes before. He climbed into the elevator which would take him to the ground floor of the mansion. He assumed he was underground somewhere, but if Bobby hadn't arranged to meet him in fifteen minutes, he could have been on the Moon if he didn't know any better. He scratched his itchy cheek and felt the roughness which had formed over the past three days. Maybe they could heal his broken mind, but as grooming staff they were fucking useless. He looked at his watch and angrily saw that he had five minutes to get to the lake, and no time for a shower and a shave. And he'd be damned if he had to spend his time with Bobby like this. It was bad enough that Bobby had seen him like this in the first place. He focussed his mind to a razor edge, and the dirt on his body flaked off and formed a swirling and coalescing ball a few inches to the left of his face. The best shower in the world wasn't as efficient as his skills, and he could sense how clean he was. Still rough though. His eyes narrowed and he felt the energy of his powers remove the stubble from his face, sharper than any blade, softer than satin. He rubbed his face which was smooth and he formed himself a decent hairstyle with a flick of energy. His powers were becoming greater. Great power was not about magnitude. Only an elephant could push over a tree, but it was the small honeybee which could form a perfectly symmetrical honeycomb who was the true master. His eyes glanced to the left and he saw the swirling globe of dirt and sweat mixed with the rough remnants of his beard orbiting like a layered planet in the middle of nowhere. He thought it would be a neat joke to launch the thing at the back of some unsuspecting victim's head, but mentally slapped himself for his infantile idea. Instead the ball swirled red and yellow and purple and glowed intensely and suddenly was a butterfly which flapped its wings twice and landed on his shoulder, and looked at him quizzically, its antennae trying to read the situation.
"Welcome to my world," he said cynically to the butterfly. At that moment the door of the elevator opened and the small creature took flight into the mansion. He walked down the passage of the mansion and past more than one group of gossiping students, many of whom stopped their conversations or changed direction as soon as he approached. Gossip away, you scared little shits. You're as bad as people who are scared of mutants, and you don't even realise it. He was glad to get out of the mansion. He could feel the whole place judging him. They were scared of what they didn't understand, and they understood less than a tenth of it.
He walked towards the lake which was perhaps a mile from the mansion, towards the only person in the whole world for whom he had time. He saw him lying on a propped up elbow on a blanket facing the lake. He breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Bobby would never hurt him, but he would have felt anxious if he'd approached a scenario where he was staring blankly into the water. Luckily the situation was different. He approached the water and squinted his eyes as he saw something glistening above Bobby's head. He smiled, and then laughed. He'd made an icy gazebo over his head. It looked as if it was made of an opaque glass as it arced above him, and blunted the harsh summer sun. He stepped on to the blanket, and Bobby looked up and saw him, his face brightening and opening into a wide smile.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey man," Kevin replied, "I like your little creation."
"Little?" he said with mock injury, but he was all smiles a few seconds later. "Thanks for coming."
"Uh... It never crossed my mind not to," he said honestly. He sat on the blanket and looked at the water. It was darkly blue, and the sun reflected brightly on the surface. A light breeze disturbed his fringe, and he corrected it with his hand and a mutter of irritation.
"So what's up?" Bobby asked suddenly, and with a chuckle. It sounded like a broad inquiry, but he knew it wasn't. It was a focussed question, and it would be immature to pretend otherwise.
"I had a dream," he said. If he wanted the truth, he better be ready for it. He would try to blunt the crux of the story. "I approached you and you killed me." Well, tact had never been his strong point.
There was silence next to him. It stretched until Kevin turned to see if Bobby was still next to him. He was, but he was staring at him with pained eyes. "It was only a dream, Bobby. I'm sorry I told you, but you asked. I'm sorry..."
"I would never hurt you," he said softly, but there was so much conviction in it he might as well have shouted it from the hilltops.
He turned to face Bobby, and he fixed him with a determined stare. "I know that, Bobby. That's exactly why the dream upset me. Because it was the world gone wrong - the world as if it was upside down."
"Yeah," Bobby said, in deep thought as he looked at the water which reflected inside his eyes. "I just want you to know it from me so that you can put it out of your mind."
"I knew it before you told me," Kevin said warmly. "I'd rather destroy myself than harm you either. It's just not a possibility. Can we move on then?"
"Sure," Bobby said with a weak smile. The pain on his face lingered for a moment longer, but then melted away and Kevin was certain that it was ancient history. "Tell me why you came here."
"Uh... okay," Kevin said. This was a sore subject but much better than the alternative. "I was about to complete a degree in physics, but I had a fall-out with my parents and they disowned me. I needed to find a place of refuge, and I found this place."
Bobby shook his head sadly. "I had the same problem with my parents. When they discovered I had powers they cut off contact with me. So I know how you feel, if it helps."
"It helps," Kevin said, and decided to let the lie linger. It was irrelevant whether the conflict stemmed from mutant powers or his affinity for guys - either way, it had altered the relationship with his parents. "I'm happy here. I've found friends and people I care for. A lot." He looked at the lake, and didn't dare look at Bobby. It would be a brazen revelation, and perhaps Bobby wasn't ready for it. He might be straight, or in a relationship. He didn't really know anything about him and had met him only a few days ago, or perhaps almost two weeks ago if you count stalking and masterful avoidance...
"Well I think you're fucking hot, and I just know we were meant to be together," he said suddenly.
Kevin's world lurched, and reality resonated as if the whole cosmos was a giant gong which had just been struck by a mighty hammer. His head seemed to spin and he instantly felt as if he was about to faint. Could he actually comprehend what he had just heard? Had he heard it, or was his mind trying to fabricate what he wanted to hear? He fell back on the blanket, dizzy and delirious. A trickle of sweat ran down the side of his head and followed his sideburn, and he could feel heat coming off him in huge amounts. He was on fire, burning lava flowing through his veins, his heart so overwhelmed it wanted to launch out of his chest, his muscles paralysed and trembling with the gravity of the situation. His breath was heated and strained. He looked up at the icy gazebo, and wondered how real the situation was. He heard Bobby move next to him, and as he turned his neck he saw Bobby's face inches from his, serious and sexually charged. He was a wolf who had spotted his prey and his eyes locked Kevin's in a spell, but they scanned his face as if they were ravenously hungry for what they saw. He could feel the heat coming off Bobby's face, could see the perfection of his features, and a surge in his emotions that he thought would make him cry out in ecstasy.
Bobby leaned forward and his lips settled on Kevin's, soft and gentle, and Kevin's feelings and emotions rose up like all the fires of the world in a tempest, and he was certain he would ignite at any moment. His eyes were closed, and he could sense that Bobby's were too. The kiss became more forceful, and he could feel Bobby trying to slowly release a dam which was in peril of rupturing, with various degrees of success. He himself tried to hold his own emotions back. He thought if he let his feelings show at this point, he would go mad, or perhaps die from the sheer joy of it. He felt Bobby's tongue part his lips and they both groaned as the immensity of the moment settled on them. Bobby's hands ran over his chest, and he was panting as heavily as Kevin was. Kevin held the back of Bobby's head with one hand, furious that the moment would have to end at some stage when all he wanted to do was stretch it to an eternity. Eventually they broke off the kiss, and Bobby rested his forehead against Kevin's, his eyes closed and pained as air tried to move rapidly through his nostrils.
"That was what I've wanted since I saw you in that passage," Kevin said.
"Ditto," Bobby said, breathlessly. "You're so hot I can't take it."
Kevin strengthened his embrace and smiled. "I love you Iceman. I know it in my heart."
Bobby smiled in a content way, and relief was plain on his face. "I love you too, Kevin. You have a mutant name yet?"
Kevin stroked Bobby's hair as his head rested on Kevin's chest. A drop of water landed on his forehead, and he blinked. "Your gazebo is melting onto us, Bobby," he said with amusement.
"The sun above, the hottest guy ever below - what do you expect? I can make ice, not tungsten."
Kevin laughed and stroked Bobby's cheek. "Can I get rid of your creation? I want to show you something."
"Sure babe," Bobby said, but he sounded exhausted, and Kevin thought he might fall asleep on his chest.
Kevin raised his hand and the gazebo boiled and disintegrated. The sun's rays immediately started beating down on them, and Bobby groaned with discomfort. Kevin sat up and Bobby joined him with some resistance. He hugged Kevin with one arm and put their heads together. He seemed loathe to break contact with him.
"What you want to show me, Kev?" Bobby said.
With a silent smile, Kevin stood and started walking towards the water, which was a little over a hundred feet away. He heard Bobby follow him with interest. Kevin stared at the water for a moment longer, and he could feel Bobby's presence near to him. He'd been waiting for this for a long time.
"My mutant name is... Kronus," he said finally, and his name was carved in the sky in fire, the burning letters above the lake roaring like an inferno. He could sense Bobby's curiosity.
"According to mythology, there was once an Age where gods with unique powers ruled the universe."
He stretched out his hands and the water of the lake shot up from all directions, lifting higher and higher into the sky. It continued unabated, an immense torrent of water rising up as if a giant mass of moisture was being emptied into the heavens. "These gods were known as the Titans, for their powers were colossal, and none could stand before them or compare to them." The water was still rising, and half the lake sat in the sky - thousands of tons of water suspended hundreds of feet in the air in huge columns of water. Kevin felt no fatigue. He could feel a wall approaching, but he didn't know how to interpret it. Suddenly he ran into it, and struggled and couldn't lift any more water. Yet inside he knew his potential was greater, and a deep and buried fury rose in him, and the wall began to bend. It strained under the mass of his power, resisted and groaned. And with one final livid push, Kevin tore the wall to pieces and the water resumed its climb to the heavens. It was then that Kevin realised the immensity of his powers, and he looked upwards and saw the gargantuan lake floating two hundred feet above his head - possibly the greatest mass ever lifted. A huge crater half a mile deep marked where the water had once been. Kevin called upon the energy in the sky and clouds darkened the skies, lightning forking wildly in every direction - hundreds of bolts every second, the roar eclipsing the groan of the mass of the lake.
"Kronus was the greatest of the Titans, and also the youngest. His power was unmatchable, and when he realised his full strength the universe settled into the Golden Age, because there was nothing he couldn't do. His powers advanced the universe into a period of prosperity unheard of, and even when Zeus and all the hosts of Olympus managed to overwhelm him out of spite, they couldn't destroy him. He was too powerful. Instead, Zeus imprisoned him and his peers - but Cronus waits... a latent power waiting for release."
He sensed Bobby move next to him, and he smiled at him. Bobby was stunned at Kevin's strength, his mouth open in awe. With a slight crane of his neck, Kevin caused the waters of the lake to reform, and they roared like the great oceans in anger. Kevin looked to the water, but knew what he would see. The water was shaped like an eagle, and suddenly it opened it's wings which covered the sky, the wingspan thousands of feet across. The sky rained lightning as the bird proudly displayed its self, and the thunder from those crashes caused the ground to shake. Bobby started to lose his footing, but Kevin caught him and held him tight. He looked into his eyes, and he didn't see fear, which was perhaps the greatest gift of all. He saw awe and admiration. Bobby smiled at him.
"Cool," Bobby said, but his words were muted by the tempest around them. He knew then that Bobby trusted him implicitly. With a mass of water riding above their heads, and the most deadly display of lightning ever witnessed, this guy seemed content with his situation.
He leaned forward to kiss Kevin, and they kissed passionately as their feet rose from the ground. Suspended two feet above the ground, Kevin sent out rings of fire from under them which spread out for a hundred feet before dying out. Pillars of fire started climbing towards the sky, and as they reached their peak a thousand feet above they started to circle him and Bobby. Eventually the fire spiralled around them rapidly, until a tornado of fire was circling them, three hundred feet across and hot enough to melt iron. They stood in the eye kissing passionately, and when they broke off the hug they floated there embracing one another as nature went into chaos around them. Kevin opened his eyes, and looked at the firestorm encircling them, and the shield he had which protected him and Bobby from the unbelievable heat it generated. He looked more closely and saw lines of blue in the tornado, and smiled to himself when he realised what it was. Lines of ice circling with the fire, as terrible in their own way but working together to create a miracle of nature never before seen in the world. He hugged Bobby tightly.
A few minutes later they sank back to the earth, and he spent the next hour repairing the damage to the environment, but it could hardly be called a problem. He could sense Storm in the distance hysterically trying to rectify the weather, even though he could have done it himself. He sensed a powerful retribution for his act today, but he didn't care. He had Bobby - and he could face the world if he lost everything else.
As they started walking back to the mansion, he shared some hungry glances with Bobby, but also thought on his situation. Those walls in his mind. Someone was tampering with his powers. He was beginning to suspect who, and he thought he had enough evidence to be certain of his hypothesis. He would do nothing... yet. But if Zeus thought he could control the power of Kronus, he was sadly mistaken - and had a destiny written with death.
End of Chapter 3
Thanks for all the comments guys. I've had some really inspiring feedback, and I always appreciate any comments. Sorry for misspelling Storm's name in the previous chapter. I shall be more responsible from now on ;) rahvin747@yahoo.com