Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men, John, Bobby, Storm, Kitty, Peter, Jubilee, Logan, Professor X, the Danger Room or anything X-Men related.
This story is purely fiction. Made for entertainment purposes only.
M for later on sex. If anything I write offends you, I apoligize.
This is taking place around 2002, only for ages. Back before the third X-Men. I'd say around after the second. Bobby and John are still friends, before John turned evil. They are both seventeen. So is Rogue. Kitty and Jubilee are 16.
"Bobby, are you sure you're okay?" John asked as the walked down the hall.
They were following Kitty, Jubilee, Peter and their two teachers, Storm and Logan to the Danger Room for battle training.
"Define okay." Bobby retorted as they reached the door.
John wasn't sure what to say, so he walked into Danger Room.
The walls changed and they were standing on a dark street surrounded by fifty drones. Peter jumped over a fallen car and crashed a drone to the ground.
"One down, forty-nine to go." He laughed, diving into another drone.
John shot a ball of fire at a drone, but it turned to ice before it hit him. It crashed into the drone's head, knocking him to the ground. He glanced over a Bobby, confused.
Bobby was standing in the middle of the burning street, frost covering his arms up to his shoulders, the air visibly colder around his, ice spreading quickly across the asphalt.
"Bobby!" he screamed.
Bobby was lost in his own world, his powers getting out of his control.
"Uh…Storm!" he screamed, tripping over his feet as he ran from his friend. "We have a major problem over here!"
Storm glanced over at them. "Everybody out! Now!"
Storm, John and Logan were hit with a blast of icy wind when they opened the Danger Rooms doors a few hours later.
The holograms were gone; a layer of ice covered the ground. Bobby was sitting criss cross in the middle of the room, exactly where he had been when they left him earlier.
"I guess he worked things out himself." Logan muttered.
"Bobby?" John asked, edging slowly over to his friend. His warm body temperature melted the ice around him as he walked.
Bobby glanced over at them with tear stained cheeks. John froze. In the seven years that he had known Bobby, he had never once seen him cry.
He pushed himself off the ground and walked by everybody, without uttering a single word.
"John, keep an eye on him." Storm said, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"Should I be worried about him?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at her.
"I wouldn't just yet. Just keep an eye on him. And thaw out the room."
John reached for the doorknob and walked into the door. He rammed his elbow into the door. It was locked.
"Bobby! Open up!" he shouted, pounding on the door. "I'm not in the mood for this! Open up!"
He pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear what the other boy was doing. He didn't hear anything.
"Bobby! I'll give you ten seconds before I burn the door down!" he screamed, kicking the door, leaving a black boot print on the wood.
Not wearing his fire glove, he flipped open his old Zippo lighter knowing that the older boy couldn't see it.
Before he even had the chance to set the door on fire, Logan came tearing down the hall. He pushed John aside and kicked the door open. John tumbled into the back wall, lighter hitting the wall. He grabbed the fire and blew it out.
Logan ran out of the bedroom with Bobby lying limp in his arms, two deep cuts on his wrists.
John dropped his lighter into his gray hoodie pocket and walked dazedly into his room. Their bedroom looked the same except for a small dark wooden box that sat open on his bed. He walked through the open bathroom door.
The floor was covered in blood. Bobby's blood. A flip knife lay on the floor in a puddle of blood. Bobby's Blood.
He leaned against the wall by the door and slid to the floor, landing with a quiet thud. He stared solemnly at the blood dripping off the closed toilet seat. Bobby's blood.
Kitty's quiet footsteps entered the bathroom. She knelt down beside him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She was crying, holding back sobs. She rested her head on his shoulder. Seeking comfort from him or comforting him, John didn't know.
He hardly realized she was there. He was too taken back and shocked by the amount of blood around the bathroom. Bobby's blood.
Author's note.
My first X-Men story. I have been wanting to write an X-Men story for a long time now. Just never got around to it. I am now though, and I am happy about it (:
Now, before you start asking. I am going to explain something here! As you have read, John was repeating over and over again in his head, stating that is was Bobby's blood on the floor. When something like what happened to John happens to someone, they go into a bit of shock and stat obvious things over and over again. That is the biggest thing to them. For John he was shocked that Bobby would do something like that to himself. I hope that explaination helps, if you were curious.
I hope you liked the first chapter of my first X-Men story. Please review.
Thanks.
- Shelby