X-Men: Night of the Living Brain Dead
                                      by
                                  Ben Church bchurch@su.edu

	All major characters are the property of Marvel Comics except 
Hotshot.
      
                            Chapter 11
	"So what movie do you want to see St. Croix?" Will 
asked.
        "I don't know," answered Monet, "And please, don't call 
me St. Croix.  My name is Monet."
        "O.K. sorry St...Monet.  I'll try to remember in the 
future."
        "Have you always been this way?"
        "What way?"
        "With the names.  Have you always addressed people by 
their last names?"
        "Pretty much. I started in third grade.  Everybody had 
the same names.  There were twelve Toms, five Wills including 
me, it was just easier to use last names.  If people object, I 
try to use their first names."
        "I see.  Well back to our previous topic, what movie 
should we see?"
        "How about Flubber?"
        "Too juvenile."
        "Yeah, Disney pisses me off anyway.  O.K. how 
about....The Rainmaker?"
        "I have no objection to that."
        "All right The Rainmaker it is."
                                       
        They arrived at the theater with plenty of time to 
spare. It helped that they flew.
        "That was incredible." Will said.
        "Thank you." Monet said.
        "Do you want to pay or should I?" he asked.  "Mind you," 
he added, "I'm only asking because I've gotten many a girl 
pissed because I paid."
        "I promise I won't get 'pissed'."
        "Good now that that's settled-" he broke off as he heard 
a scream from nearby.  He looked down the hill and saw a blue 
skinned woman being assaulted by a man in purple.  Frantically  
Will cast about for a means of getting there quickly. There was 
a skater in line behind them.  Will thrust some money into 
Monet's hand and said quickly, "Here get us two tickets."  He 
turned to the skater, "can I borrow your board?"  The skater, 
who was shaken by Will's eyepatch, quickly agreed.
        Will propelled the skate board down the hill, picking up 
speed.  He feared he'd be too late but the woman was putting up 
a fight.  Suddenly she pulled something from her purse.  The 
object flashed as it caught the light, and at first Will thought 
it was a knife.  But as he got closer he saw that it was 
actually a flute.
        The man knocked the flute from her hands and pinned her 
wrists with one hand and clamped his other hand over her mouth 
and began to push her into the alley.
        Will reached the bottom of the hill and headed for the 
struggling figures.  Earlier that day, the skater and his 
friends had set up a ramp at the bottom of the hill to practice 
jumping.  Will hit the ramp at top speed and flew into the air 
holding onto the skate board.
         Will came down directly on the back of the man's head. 
 The skateboard broke in the center, and Will tumbled to the 
ground.  The man released his hold on the woman and ran into the 
alley.  Will took off after him, "You aren't getting away that 
easily asshole!"
         Monet arrived by the woman's side just as Will 
disappeared into the alley.
         "Are you all right?" she asked the woman.
         "Yes," said the woman, "Yes I'm fine."
                                       
          Will followed the man into an old building, and 
stopped short.  The man had vanished.  In his place stood a 
woman with long black hair, wearing black skin-tight leather and 
holding a whip.  An image of this woman flashed through his mind 
and he  instinctively knew that this woman was dangerous.  The 
woman smiled evilly and swung the whip at him.  The whip wrapped 
around his waist, binding his arms to his sides.  Before he 
could react, she jerked the whip and pulled him against her.  
She wrapped one arm across his back, holding him fast and 
pressing herself tightly against him.  Then with her free hand, 
she grabbed the back of his head and slammed her lips hard into 
his.
         Will was filled with surprise, he'd expected an attack, 
not this.
         "What the hell is she doing?" he thought.  He struggled 
but he was unable to break her strong grip.  Then he tried to 
call for help but the only sound that escaped was a barely 
audible  mumble.  Finally he realized what she was doing.  Her 
embrace certainly kept him from escaping, and her lips against 
his kept him from summoning help.  But most of all, this whole 
situation lowered his mental defenses.
          "Fine." he thought. "She wants me hot, I'll get hot." 
 Even as he heated up his body, he felt her mind violently 
invade his. As he lost consciousness, he felt the whip give way, 
and the woman release him.  His body fell only as far as the 
floor, but in his mind, he fell much farther.
                                       
        Monet flew down the alley, searching for Will.  She 
thought she heard a thump from one of the buildings nearby and 
went to investigate.  She saw Will sprawled on the floor of the 
front  room.  She heard someone running away, but she ignored 
them and focused her attention on Will.  She shook him, calling 
his name  softly.  "Will, Will are you all right?"  Will didn't 
so much as twitch.  She checked his pulse and found it steady.  
He was alive.  She gently slapped his face and called to him 
more urgently.  "Will wake up!  Please wake up!"  No answer.  
He'd apparently had a relapse of what ever had afflicted him 
before he'd arrived at the school.  She gathered him up in her 
arms and took off for the academy.
                                       
         The Blackbird landed behind the main building of the 
academy and the remaining X-Men got out.  Wolverine, Bishop and 
Storm ran to the door and burst in.
         "Where's Will?!" Storm shouted.
         "He went out with Monet, why?" Everett answered.
         "He is in great danger." Storm explained.
         "As has become apparent." said Monet behind them.
         Wolverine whirled around.  "I'm impressed kid, not many 
can sneak up on me." he said.
         "It was not my intention, to sneak up on you Mr. 
Logan," Monet said, "I merely need to take Will to the 
infirmary."
         "What happened?" asked Storm.
         "I don't know," she answered, "He stopped a man from 
kidnapping a woman and chased him into the alley.  I found him 
like this after I made sure the woman was all right."
          "Just what did this man look like?" Wolverine asked.  
"Was he dressed in purple?"
          "As a matter of fact, yes.  Why?  Do you know him?"
          "I know him all right.  That whole thing with the 
woman was a setup just to get at him."
          "Do you mean the woman was in on it?"
          "Either that or she was in the wrong place at the 
wrong time.  Let's get him to the infirmary."
                                       
          Selene fumed.  She had underestimated the boy's mental 
strength.  Any other teenage boy would have been helpless to 
contain the hormone rush that she'd sent through him.  "Ah 
well." she thought.  "I did manage to send him into a fantasy 
world.  Now I can manipulate his mind without him even realizing 
it."
                                       
          Moira McTaggart left the lab to answer the call of 
nature.  Charles had arrived that morning with a comatose and 
vegetative Jean Grey.  All day, Moira had been trying to 
determine what had  caused Jean to lapse into such a state.
          When she returned to the lab, she was shocked to find 
it in shambles, and Jean Grey gone.
    
To be continued...