David Xavier"Fifth and Main. Fifth and Main. Ah, here we are!"
The high pitched voice of the adolescent boy muttered anxiously to himself as he looked at the flyer he held in his hands. It was an ad for a gaming shop that had just recently opened up in the area and he wanted to check it out, using some of the change he had scrounged up from the depths of the numerous couch cushions within the lounging areas of the Institute. He normally never left the safety and comfort of his home, but he wanted to have some fun today and felt he had pestered the X-Men enough as of lately. Though, he had been sure to leave a note behind on his bedroom door to let anyone searching for him know where he had gone and that he would be back within three hours, tops. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? Wearing just some beige shorts and a blue t-shirt, his blonde hair unkempt, he looked like any regular kid with no way of standing out from the norm, other than being adorable. Unlike many of his friends in the Institute who were very obviously mutants from looks alone or uncontrolled flares of their power, he had no visible mutations and his powers would likely not manifest until his maturity in several years, or at least that was what he had been told by everyone every day that he asked.
Skipping happily with each step, he headed across the cross walk once the traffic signal permitted, heading toward the store that was on the opposite side of the street. Unfortunately, he would only get half way before all hell broke loose. A seeming vortex of swirling doom opening up in the sky that would suck them all inward to their surely demise withing the chaotic fires of the heavens, would release monstrous heathens falling forth that would crush all opposition in their grip, strangling the gods themselves and grinding hopes into the dirt beneath their feet. Or at least, that was the scenario that played out in David's overactive imagination. At first, he even snickered at his own idea of what would happen, but that quickly vanished among wide eyes of terror and his mouth falling agape in disbelief as it seemed to come true. The creatures picked up a car and hurled it as if it were nothing, then all the rest seemed to jump in, adding to the chaos all around. Cars all stopped, swerved and crashed or drove past as quickly as possible. With each screech of tires and loud bang of metal meeting metal from the traffic alone, let along the buildings being destroyed by varying projectiles and the horde of people scattering in every direction, things only seemed to get worse by the second.
Not seeing anywhere to run, and never having been in a situation like this without knowing it was just a scenario created by the Danger Room as his fathers means of teaching him the dangers of entering it without supervision, David panicked. He was a brave, courageous and optimistic kid, more than most, but he also knew that running out there and trying to help would not serve much purpose other than getting him killed. Especially so when he weighed as much as a big dog and had the same strength as one, lacking any mutant gifts to aid him. Why could chaos not just wait for a few more years?! As his knees shook, his fights tightening as his teeth clenched, wanting to buckle down in fear and wait for it to end, it was not something he would allow himself to do. He was an X-Men, or at least he thought of himself as one and tried to live by their code of conduct anyway, and he had to prove to the world that he could do it. Not to mention, it would look pretty sweet on his resume whenever his powers did finally kick in.
Taking a deep breath, so much so that his chest nearly touched his chin, he nodded to himself before he turned around and leaped over the hood of the car that had been crashed into multiple times, forcing it to remain where it was, thus the driver had long since abandoned it. Running forward into the midst of the madness, seeing a young girl huddled up close to the action, crying for her mother, he pinpointed her as his first rescue target. Trying his best to ignore the fact that he had soiled his own britches in terror as ran under the flying giants and the hailstorm of glowing bullets from the angel above, his face remained as confident and determined as he could force it to be, finally diving forward to grab the little girls hand. Tugging on her arm, he tried to rush to the side, demanding she run away with him so he could get her to safety, or at least somewhere more safe than the middle of the road where all the creatures were."Come on! I will protect you or die trying!"
David yelled at her, yanking on her arm so hard that it would force her to follow whether she wanted to or not, even if her body was paralyzed in fear. He was an X-Men and they saved people no matter what! But on a less delusional note: "Where the hell are you, Cyclops?! Where's all that getting of my back you promised?!"