Review responses (for the hell o it):
Silver Hanyou1: Glad ya liked it...don't worry about not knowing who its about. You'll find out.
Aura: okay...finally put up the second chapter...joy.
Stray: Thanks for ya compliments, hun! I made it to seem like it could be any couple. You could definetly think that its Jott, but it might be a bit harder in this chapter. even though itis possible. I really don't know who it is yet...workin on it though!
CrystalWish: Here it is, your wantedsecond chapter...however, it doesn't tellyou who it is...this can't go on forever really,so i'll tell youwho itis within the next few chapters. don't worry! thanks!
Nala:thanks,glad ya liked it! hopefully you'll like the second part of it...like i'vesaid before, it can't keepgoing on this way, so i'll tell y'all who it issoon!
NOTE: this chapter is based off of the song I'm Movin' On by Rascall Flatts. Good song...y'all can look up the lyrics for yaselves if you're that curious.
DISCLAIMER- I own few things. Do y'all honestly think that X-men in any form or any song copyrights are included in that stock? ...Didn't think so... (disclaimer applies to both chapters.)
He walked through the halls of the place that he had once called home. He left this place so long ago, to join a group that filled his morals better. But it wasn't as though he had a choice.
That place, the place that had sat on the top of a hill, the mansion that he knew so well, was a hell for him. Always filled with blood and violence. There was never a real peace within the walls. He could always hear people whispering things behind his back, remembering that he was still so young. Too young that he couldn't understand the family business. Too young to care or be cared for. He was grateful though, grateful for the family that happened to take him in and treat them as on of their own.
But still, this place held so many bad memories, that when he was finally able to get out, he swore to himself that he would never lay eyes upon it again.
Then...they told him that they needed him back. There was no way that their family could with stand their current situation. If he ever wanted to see his brother again, if he ever wanted to have the option of seeing his loved ones at home again, then he'd need to come home immediately.
He had hoped to make piece with himself. With his past. All of his ghosts and demons, but he didn't know how to. He still didn't. Perhaps facing them wasn't the best way to make peace, but it was the only way that he could allow himself to.
He wasn't one to run away. Wasn't one to cower in fear far away from its source. He couldn't do that. Wouldn't. And staring the devil in the face couldn't help to stop the nightmares. However, it could help him live with them.
He was able to walk without that extra guilt on his conscious . For so long he was the one who got the stares of despise at his home, but he'd changed that. He was the one who was the traitor, the outsider, but now...he was the only one left; automatic redemption.
They all had different faces, all of them different features, but they all held the same accusing look in their eyes. Every hall way that he went down, he stood, floored at the daggers being sent at him.
But he'd regained their trust. He had earned it fair and square, redeemed himself within his family. The only problem was that...The place that he had called home for so long, the only place besides Xavier's that he'd felt welcome, was the place that he'd come to resent. And he couldn't take it anymore.
Home was no longer the place that he belonged.
He had packed all of his things, gave others to charity. He hoped to leave this place behind him, being able to let go.
He had put his life on hold for over a two years, trying to stabilize his once family. He had left the love of his life behind, lied to her, and never had the decency to talk to her for the time that he was gone. He prayed for forgiveness every night before he slept, not a day passed by without her face flashing through is mind.
His tears had fallen so many times, but he knew that they were minisuqel compared to what she had to have been through, the tears she had shed for him.
He was afraid. His mind had started to loose the picture of her face. The details had become fuzzy, sometimes distorted. He didn't want to loose that picture, that beautiful image that had so long been available to him.
His life had been so wrong until she came along, so out of place and violent. Then she was there.
He stopped for gas as he exited the city. He knew he wouldn't need to make the full fuel stop any more than that, hoping that love would give him wings. He wondered if he should call and let everyone at home, his real home, let her know, that he was coming back.
If he did that...He knew that he would be praying for her forgiveness to find him somewhere down this road. If he had called her...it could have only made things worse...It would have. He was sure that she would tell him to go back to where ever it was he came from and never come back. A surprise would be better. With her shock, he could stick around for a while and complete a plan.
The drive there was the most tortuous. He wanted so badly to see his team mates, his friends, his true family. But most of all he wanted to see her
He realized as he pulled up to the gate that he'd probably lost everything that he ever held dear when he left. His life, his calling, his love, his family, his friends. He had missed them, pined to see them all again.
He had long ago killed off his gods, but now, it seemed, that he was resurrecting them. Please, he thought. Let 'em be here. His fingers shook slightly as he leaned outside the window to push the 'call' button.
A camera flicked on, showing an old face of one of his old friends. A slow smile of disbelief spread across his face.
He sat in his car, watching the screen, as the other duck out to open the gates.
Slowly they slid open, letting him return to his life.
He had moved onto the next stage, the next phase of his life. It was going to be the hardest one of them all. Regaining the life he once knew, the pleasure he once had, the love he once held and the happiness that still lingered in his heart with wispy traces of what was. It was time to start his life at Xavier's again.
And he'd do it now.
Ladies and gents, there it is! the second installment for this fic! kinda random i know, but i jsut wanted to give y'all the male's POV in this situation. be sure to read and review...or just review cause if y'all are readin this then that would mean that ya read the fic already! okay! I haven't started writing the chapter where it tells ya who it is...so that means I'm open to suggestions! hint hint