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X-Men: The (fan fic) Series
Episode #: 1X07
Title: El Chacal

Summary: When Cecilia finds herself in the middle of a gang war, she goes to the X-Men for help, but where is the line between doing the right thing and becoming a vigilante?
Rated TV-14 for intense action/language.

Previously… on X-Men: The (fan fic) Series

—“Go back to stitching up bullet wounds the Bronx, chica.” – Aurora

—“I’ve been speaking to an old friend of mine this afternoon, I may have found us an alternative. Someplace where they can be held without the risk of being turned into a military lab specimen.” – Xavier

—“Professor is going to take me off the team.” – Kitty

—Anger and fear crept up on Rogue fast as she couldn’t get purchase against the bed. Tears threatened to well up behind her eyes but she wouldn’t give the man the satisfaction, nor would she whimper or cry out.

—“We are not Acolytes nor are we super heroes.” – Jean
“But we are super heroes, sorta.” – Kitty

1X07 – El Chacal – Teaser

“You should have come in sooner, Mrs Johnston,” Cecilia Reyes was writing down information in her patient’s file, a young boy who was suffering from a severe ear infection.

“I know,” his mother frowned, rubbing her tired looking child’s back, “but my job cut my hours to part time, trying to find a full time job but I took another part time job, just to cover the bills.”

It was a story she heard all too often, with little variation, “Here,” she scribbled onto a prescription pad and handed it to the woman, “get this filled at the clinic pharmacy, it will only cost you five dollars, but make sure he takes it.”

“Thank you, Dr. Reyes,” the woman gratefully took the sheet of paper.

Cecilia didn’t take complements very well, especially for doing her job. If people were sick, or hurt, she made them better, end of story. She didn’t become a doctor because of the fame, or the money, or the stature. She spent all those years in medical school because she was good, and she could do good, whether anyone noticed her or not.

Half an hour later, she was done for the night, putting away some reports at the duty station, one of the nurses asking, “You finally heading home, Cecilia?”

“Yeah,” she pinched her shoulders just a bit, “one of these days I might actually get out of here before the sun sets.”

“Forgot what it looks like, huh?” the nurse gave her a knowing grin.

“I know what it looks like,” Cecilia assured her while she put on her coat, “I see it on TV.”

The nurse laughed, “Night Cecilia, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bright and early,” she nodded and headed down the hall, getting to the door just in time to hold it open for Mrs. Johnston and her son.

“I’ll make sure he takes them,” the woman had the little white pharmacy baggy in her hand.

“Good,” Cecilia gave her a smile, “you taking the bus stop, North or South?”

“South,” Mrs. Johnston ushered her boy out the door, bundled up tight against the cold of winter setting in.

It was rather brisk so Cecilia tightened her scarf around her neck, “I’m going North.”

“Then I will see you at his checkup,” the woman started to head towards the South bus stop which was only a few feet down their side of the street.

Cecilia let out a long breath and she could see it on the air. All she wanted to do was get home and get in a nice, hot bath.

There was little traffic at that time of night, but it kept Cecilia from crossing the road just yet to get the North bus stop across the way. She glanced over to see Mrs. Johnston standing at the South stop, talking to her son, pulling his lapel up to cover his ears. Cecilia was about to look away when she noticed it.

A big SUV, much too nice for the area, but with tricked out gold trimmed chrome and fancy spiked wheels, music blaring so loud she could hear it nearly a block up the street. Then she saw it.

First the barrel, then the hands hold it.

“Mrs. Johnston!” Cecilia screamed, her feet propelling her down the road.

A few quick strides and Cecilia was grabbing the woman and child just as the shots rang out. Dragging them to the pavement and covering them with her body, she instinctively activated her mutant ability to create a psioplasmic bio-field, a fancy term for an energy field which can repel all manner of forces, such as kinetic.

As if her whole body was wearing a bullet proof vest, the copper and lead did not penetrate her shield but Cecilia could still feel the force of the pressure wave as it spread across the shield. It only hurt for a second, but then it was gone with no lasting damage.

“You two okay?” she asked as soon as the SUV rounded a corner and the firing stopped, “Have you been hit?”

“I’m okay,” Mrs. Johnston said, grabbing her son and unzipping his coat to feel around his back and sides, she breathed a sigh of relief as the boy was unharmed.

“Call 911,” Cecilia told her and then stood up, heading back towards the clinic, the fresh smell of gunpowder mixed with stirred up concrete and plaster in the air.

The front glass of the clinic was gone, shattered, many of the patients sitting on the floor, starring aghast at the site before them.

“No,” she breathed and tore her gloves off as she knelt beside the duty nurse who was lying in the middle of the floor, a wound gushing from her side, her lungs gasping.

Several nurses and one of her fellow doctors came forward with supplies, but Cecilia had the most experience in an emergency room setting and had seen her fair share of bullet wounds. She saw enough to know that it didn’t look good for the nurse and her chances were low to pull through… not that Cecilia ever held any stake in odds or betting.

Based off Marvel Comics’ X-Men© created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby,
with Chris Claremont.

Adapted for Television by JayCee

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