This is the my first X-Men fan-fic so please be gentle. I would like to thank the Scribe for editing this story for me and also posting it to ACFF. If you by any way believe that this is worth archiving please tell me. Thank you very much and I hope that you enjoy this story. :)
Timeline: This takes place after Prof. Xavier is taken prisoner by Bastion, but before Operation: Zero Tolerance. Yes I know that this never happened, that's why is a fan-fic.
Hint: ~thoughts~, *music*
"JUBILEE, Ah know that you are bored. But that does not give ya the permision to leave all of us and the rest of humanity deaf. Now go to your room and take your stereo with ya." All of this was either screamed or said very loudly by a near-deaf and enraged Rogue.
~Oh, I'm going to teach Rogue a lesson,~ thought a rather peeved Jubilee. "Let's see. Hmm, Metallica...no, Guns -n- Roses...no. Aha, perfect. Tragic Kingdom by No Doubt coming right up."
Outside in the grounds of the Xavier School of Higher Learning, under the shade of a tree, sat the X-Man Cyclops a.k.a. Scott Summers. Until Rogue's screams nearly left him deaf, he was contemplating the wisdom of telling Emma and Sean to come here with the kids so they could be safer.
~Leave it to Jubilee to make this place so noisy.~ And to his surprise Scott found that he liked it this way better.
As the first notes of the song reached his ears along with Jubilee's presentation of the song, he found himself actually listening to the song.
*Once was a magical place
Over time it was lost
Price increased the cost
Now the fortune of the kingdom
Is locked up in its dungeon vaults
The castle floor lies in traps
With coiled wires set back
Decoyed by old cheese
Now the drawbridge has been lifted
As the millions
They drop to their knees.
*
In his mind's eye an image was forming. A fortress with a white flag. On the center of the flag was a black X. Besides the flag was a man. By the clothes this man was wearing and the golden crown on top of his bald head, Scott could tell it was the king of this fortress. What surprised him was that the king was Professor Xavier.
As he watched the drawbridge was lifted. The king looked grief-stricken when he heard the clamoring of the people outside.
*They pay homage to a king
Whose dreams are buried
In their minds
His tears are frozen stiff
Icicles drip from his eyes.
*
He was in a study. In a high-back chair sat Charles, tears dripping from his eyes. And Scott heard him say to himself that the dream would survive since it was buried in his followers' minds.
*The cold wind blows as it snows
On those who fight to get in
On heads that are small
Disillusioned as they enter
They're unaware what's
Behind castle walls
But now it's written in stone
The king has been overthrown
By jesterly fools
And the power of the people
Shall come to believe they do rule.*
He saw the X-Men, X-Factor, X-Force, Generation-X and even Excalibur trying to get in the fortress to no avail.
*They pay homage to a king
Whose dreams are buried
In their minds
His tears are frozen stiff
Icicles drip from his eyes
Welcome to the tragic kingdom
Cornfields of popcorn
Have yet to spring open.*
He saw a barren field, in it he saw the professor saying: "Believe in the dream, fight for the dream."
*Have they lost their heads
Or are they just all blind mice
We've heard all their stories
One too many times
Hypnotized by fireflies
That glow in the dark
Midgets that disguise themselves
As tiny little dwarfs
The parade that's electrical
It serves no real purpose
Just takes up a lot of juice
Just to impress us.*
He saw a man talking to an audience; many of the people there weren't paying attention. He saw the man waver and in his place appeared Hank.
*Welcome to the tragic kingdom
Cornfields of popcorn
Have yet to spring open.*
He saw the barren field again, but this time there was a hint of green. And he couldn't suppress a small smile.