Neko's Note: I own none of these characters and this is dark, I
actuallycried when writting it. To add to the story it goes from memories
to present without much say, usually starts with I remember though. I think
you can get it.
The day was not dark or gloomy like it would have been in a movie, there weren't even any clouds in the sky and I wanted to scream at the world for leaving me alone, tearing my soul from my body and into death yet still keeping me alive, and then making the world around me so beautiful.
I remembered him, the one who'd taken my soul into death along with his. I remembered his dark brown eyes and hair and light mocha skin that was so warm and inviting that I wouldn't mind just being held, lost against the warmth, drowning in a sea of love. I remembered how he tenderly lift my glasses from my face and brush his lips or fingertips across my closed eyelids going on about what color my eyes might have been trusting me with his life. It was my eyes that killed him.
I fingered the knife in my hand, the blade was a good inch thick with a beautiful pointed edge that glistened as it reflected the light.
I remembered the fight, we were trying to avoid confronting eachother, but it happened. That was when he died. When I turned and looked at him Toad's tongue snagged my glasses and before I could close my eyes I had hit him with enough force to blow a hole in a mountain. Todd was stunned and dropped my visor, I think Pietro was the one who handed it back to me, I wasn't really paying attention. As I was able to see again I saw him, my lover, face down in the grass bleeding from the mouth and nose. His lively brown eyes were now dead, laking a spirit.
Slowly I dragged the edge across one of my wristes and then the other, wanting to cry but not being able to. The pain was a pin prick compaired to losing him.
I remember falling to my knees at his side, taking his head into my lap and trying to find some spark within him. I found mself wishing I'd hit Blob, nothing would hurt him, or Jean or Evan or, after a moment I realized I wish I had hit anyone but him. The others looked so confused as I began to cry the only way I could with my deadly eyes. I shuddered and wailed using my voice as tears finally gasping out 'I killed him!' though it was one of the most obvious things in the world. I wanted someone to tell me it was a lie, that he wasn't dead.
No one did, the Professor just shook his head when we returned and told me that it was for the best.
As my wrist bled I removed my glasses, eyes shut tightly and hand shaking as I brought the blade to my face.
I remember the funeral, the Professor had paid for it and it was nice, but it wasn't what he would have wanted. He'd rather have been burried in his back yard than have Xavier pay for his funeral. I sat in the back the whole time, listening to people say nice things about him that were all lies coming from their mouths. I knew they hated him, the only others who had cared were in the back with me cause they had known. Pietro and Fred sat next to me, Todd in the chair on the end muttering how it was his fault, all his fault. I wanted to tell him it wasn't, it was an accident, he hadn't known I wouldn't close my eyes in time. It had been my fault becaus I didn't even aim away.
The sharp point touched my eyelid.
I remember leaving early, right in the middle of Kitty's speech. No more lies, it was just too much for me. None of them knew him, they just had met him. I sat in his room for days on end, barely sleeping, eating only what one of the boys that lived there would shove down my throat. After awhile I'd just throw it back up. Then I had gone through his closet to find some of the clothes that still smelt like him and found a knife in a box that was wood and simple, probably made in shop class. A tag on the knife had said 'Now that I've met my reason I've no use for this'. I knew that reason had been me, like his ghost was whispering that I had been his reason. I flipped the tag over and found the words 'O happy dagger' and I knew what to do. Fate was so cruel.
I wrote a note saying how I was already dead so don't bother with a funeral, I didn't want anyone lying about me just because I was dead. I told whoever found me how I was a husk and I was tired of being separated from my soul. So I took the dagger and slit my wrists.
The smooth metal slid easily into my right eye, blood seeping from the sides with it. The pain was blinding, but I didn't feel it. Pain is sometihng the soul feels and mine is in the next world. With one twist of my wrist I had no more right eyes. I laughed when no lazer came out of the maimed eye. I repeated this with the other eye, feeling blood crust on my arms and gush down my face. I lied down on the bed letting the sheets soak up the red ooze that seeped from under my skin. As I got light headed I started to laugh, wedging the knife into my thought before tossing it aside to make sure I couldn't be saved. My laughter brought Todd and Pietro to the room, both cussing when they saw me. It was too late though, I could already see the light, feel the endless spinning. My last thought was too messed up for even me to understand and I was suddenly flung into his arms.
~
Pietro and Todd just starred at the lifeless body, no more breathing or color to its face. Todd shivered and looked at the other.
"He really did it."
Pietro nodded, "He's with Lance now, where he should be," a white square caught the speedster's eye. "Read the note Todd." As Toad read the paper the older mutant took a blanket that was folded at the end of the bed and covered the corpse with it. "See you on the other side, Summers."
Neko: I can't belive I wrote that, it actually borders being good! Please review!
The day was not dark or gloomy like it would have been in a movie, there weren't even any clouds in the sky and I wanted to scream at the world for leaving me alone, tearing my soul from my body and into death yet still keeping me alive, and then making the world around me so beautiful.
I remembered him, the one who'd taken my soul into death along with his. I remembered his dark brown eyes and hair and light mocha skin that was so warm and inviting that I wouldn't mind just being held, lost against the warmth, drowning in a sea of love. I remembered how he tenderly lift my glasses from my face and brush his lips or fingertips across my closed eyelids going on about what color my eyes might have been trusting me with his life. It was my eyes that killed him.
I fingered the knife in my hand, the blade was a good inch thick with a beautiful pointed edge that glistened as it reflected the light.
I remembered the fight, we were trying to avoid confronting eachother, but it happened. That was when he died. When I turned and looked at him Toad's tongue snagged my glasses and before I could close my eyes I had hit him with enough force to blow a hole in a mountain. Todd was stunned and dropped my visor, I think Pietro was the one who handed it back to me, I wasn't really paying attention. As I was able to see again I saw him, my lover, face down in the grass bleeding from the mouth and nose. His lively brown eyes were now dead, laking a spirit.
Slowly I dragged the edge across one of my wristes and then the other, wanting to cry but not being able to. The pain was a pin prick compaired to losing him.
I remember falling to my knees at his side, taking his head into my lap and trying to find some spark within him. I found mself wishing I'd hit Blob, nothing would hurt him, or Jean or Evan or, after a moment I realized I wish I had hit anyone but him. The others looked so confused as I began to cry the only way I could with my deadly eyes. I shuddered and wailed using my voice as tears finally gasping out 'I killed him!' though it was one of the most obvious things in the world. I wanted someone to tell me it was a lie, that he wasn't dead.
No one did, the Professor just shook his head when we returned and told me that it was for the best.
As my wrist bled I removed my glasses, eyes shut tightly and hand shaking as I brought the blade to my face.
I remember the funeral, the Professor had paid for it and it was nice, but it wasn't what he would have wanted. He'd rather have been burried in his back yard than have Xavier pay for his funeral. I sat in the back the whole time, listening to people say nice things about him that were all lies coming from their mouths. I knew they hated him, the only others who had cared were in the back with me cause they had known. Pietro and Fred sat next to me, Todd in the chair on the end muttering how it was his fault, all his fault. I wanted to tell him it wasn't, it was an accident, he hadn't known I wouldn't close my eyes in time. It had been my fault becaus I didn't even aim away.
The sharp point touched my eyelid.
I remember leaving early, right in the middle of Kitty's speech. No more lies, it was just too much for me. None of them knew him, they just had met him. I sat in his room for days on end, barely sleeping, eating only what one of the boys that lived there would shove down my throat. After awhile I'd just throw it back up. Then I had gone through his closet to find some of the clothes that still smelt like him and found a knife in a box that was wood and simple, probably made in shop class. A tag on the knife had said 'Now that I've met my reason I've no use for this'. I knew that reason had been me, like his ghost was whispering that I had been his reason. I flipped the tag over and found the words 'O happy dagger' and I knew what to do. Fate was so cruel.
I wrote a note saying how I was already dead so don't bother with a funeral, I didn't want anyone lying about me just because I was dead. I told whoever found me how I was a husk and I was tired of being separated from my soul. So I took the dagger and slit my wrists.
The smooth metal slid easily into my right eye, blood seeping from the sides with it. The pain was blinding, but I didn't feel it. Pain is sometihng the soul feels and mine is in the next world. With one twist of my wrist I had no more right eyes. I laughed when no lazer came out of the maimed eye. I repeated this with the other eye, feeling blood crust on my arms and gush down my face. I lied down on the bed letting the sheets soak up the red ooze that seeped from under my skin. As I got light headed I started to laugh, wedging the knife into my thought before tossing it aside to make sure I couldn't be saved. My laughter brought Todd and Pietro to the room, both cussing when they saw me. It was too late though, I could already see the light, feel the endless spinning. My last thought was too messed up for even me to understand and I was suddenly flung into his arms.
~
Pietro and Todd just starred at the lifeless body, no more breathing or color to its face. Todd shivered and looked at the other.
"He really did it."
Pietro nodded, "He's with Lance now, where he should be," a white square caught the speedster's eye. "Read the note Todd." As Toad read the paper the older mutant took a blanket that was folded at the end of the bed and covered the corpse with it. "See you on the other side, Summers."
Neko: I can't belive I wrote that, it actually borders being good! Please review!