Title: Inner Fallouts
Category: X-Men Evolution
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13 (it'll eventually get there, trust me)
Disclaimer: X-Men Evolution (c) Marvel
A/N: In order to really get a feel for this, I advise listening to Alkaline Trio's "Tuck Me In". That is the song that was playing when i was inspired to write this. Its not exactly a song that means anything to the story, but its a mood setter.
The lyrics can be found at www. songmeanings. net/ lyric.php? lid13997 (remove spaces)
Who's it about? Its pretty easy to figure out, really. Really, it is. This was originally written by me on April 16th, 2004, and posted on my livejournal. Long debates about whether to put it up here or not, but i thought 'what the hex', I needed some Evolution fanfics to add to my portfolio (snickers). rah rah....
Black nights, black nights, that's all he wanted. Dark so he wouldn't have to look and see.
See what?
He wasn't quite sure. There was something in the corner of his eye, everywhere he looked. Something was flitting there, unwanted thought or grinning imp.
He didn't like looking in the mirror anymore. There was someone else there, he knew it. Look away, try to catch them at it. Run in fast as you can, see if they trip up, stumble in to keep up with you.
Hours that had before been spent on preening were spent gazing at the silver suspiciously.
Back away slowly, turn, turn back. Lean to the side, watch as it reflects objects that are almost behind it.
Shudder.
Try to catch them blinking, try to catch them mess up a grin, move the wrong hand, look the wrong way.
They were bound to mess up eventually.
He placed his hands on the cool glass, pushed himself forward until the closeness transformed the mirror-pair of eyes into a single, elongated cyclops eye, double-pupiled surrounded by blue the color of glaciers.
Blink.
He was back in his room, glaring suspiciously at the walls. Poke at the neat stack of books in the corner, glance quickly to see it, it, wherever it was.
Nightmares were calling.
Curled up on the bed, arms wrapped around the pillow, pulling it close to him until his entire view was a hazy whiteness of hills. A creak, the roof groaned as the wind sighed softly through the trees outside.
Getting up, putting on a hooded sweatshirt, he stole a glance out the window, into darkness with pinpoints of yellow lamplight illuminating lonely streets.
He shuddered, pulled the hood down low over his eyes and pulled his hands into his sleeves, wrapped his arms around himself as he collapsed back on the bed. Curled up like a cat, pulling the hood even lower, he didn't want to see it anymore. Seeing was too hard, all he wanted was
black nights
black nights.
What do you think so far? Should I put up the next part? And then write more? It'll all be in this disjointed sort of manner, btw.
Thanks much.
Zoshi