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X-Men: Restoration
Chapter Ten: RJ Peters
RJ looked into the muddy water as he heard the others come back from scavenging for scraps of food. He searched for his familiar visage. He felt his heavy heart. He was deformed, ugly and twisted beyond belief. His neck was too long to hold up his head so his head usually rested on his shoulders or in his hands if his head was too out of control that day. His legs were way to long for his torso and one arm was shorter than the other. He closed his eyes as he began to savor the memories when he wasn't a mutant.
His mind lingered on a sweet memoir. He saw before him a handsome teenager next to a beautiful girl. The girl had long sunshine colored hair that fluttered in the wind like wind chimes. Her smile lit up his world and her light blue eyes made him melt. He intertwined his fingers into hers as they walked along the beach. The breeze was amazing and the sea made music. It was a moonlit night that was absolutely perfect.
"Christine, you look charming today." He said as he looked down into her crystal clear eyes. She giggled sweetly. He gripped her shoulder tightly. She laughed and looked at the surfboards propped up in the sand. She rose in eyebrow.
"Of course, Roger James would do this to me." She dashed to the surfboard and sprang in the water in her tank top and swim shorts. He smiled; he had had the best girlfriend in the world. His heart fluttered as he looked into her adoring eyes. He took his surfboard and ran into the ocean and felt as if everything was at peace.
RJ awoke from his dream like state as he heard the daily flush off water run through the sewer from the sewage company. A wave of disgusting odors filled the air as it ran out of the sewage tunnels. He bit his lip as he remembered the bitter memories of rejection and hatred as the smells sunk into his skin. He felt himself get hot as the heat rose to his cheeks. He slammed his rubbery fist against the sewer pipe as he went into the Morlocks headquarters. It was a broken sewage line that they had spruced up and had built several plywood platforms to sleep on. He concentrated on making his head pop back into place it bobbled from shoulder to shoulder. His head began to hurt and he released the stress on his flexible limbs.
He hadn't fully recovered from the subway fiasco. The cruel police officers had stretched his arms out beyond lengths and now on each of his hands hand a red imprint on it from the police officer's grip. RJ had grown to at least tolerate the humans from travelling with the Morlocks but now his previous beliefs were reconfirmed: he hated and despised the nonmutants with vigor. RJ rubbed his wrists and hopped up onto his platform. Laura was curled up into a ball in the corner where the platform met the wall. It was so unlike her since she was usually brash and strong willed.
"Laura?" He said as he approached her. She batted him away with a flick of a blue hand.
"Go away!" She growled as she sat there. She didn't even glance at him.
"Laura? What's a matter?" he said as he reached out to touch his shoulder. She immediately hit his floppy hand. She didn't want him touching her.
"RJ, you are the problem. You…you sc-are me" She said as she tried to curl into a smaller ball. YOU scare me, those words triggered a memory. He stepped away stunned at the words.
RJ saw himself and Christine wadding in the water with their surfboards. The moon was rising in the night sky as they felt the warm breeze come across them. He felt himself growing faint as if he could reach for the sky as he surfed the midnight waves. He breathed in and out as he smelled the sea.
He heard a disturbing smack. He turned and saw Christine's board spit out of the wave as it died. He surveyed the landscape to see her. She was nowhere to be seen. He jumped into the water and began to swim trying to see her figure. He saw her in the distance frantically trying to swim towards the service but she kept getting caught in the current of the waves. He swam as fast as he could but she seemed so distant. He reached for her as he swam towards her. He wanted to save her. He needed to save her.
He was beginning to lose his breath and he had to go up for air. He reached for her desperately. Suddenly, his arms shot out in front of him. His hands fought off the strong pull of the sea as if it were nothing and he touched Christine. He too shocked about her began to pull her towards him as he swam with his other arm towards the beach.
He crawled upon the beach with his abnormally long arms with Christine in tow. He laid her down as he began to examine her. She was breathing but spitting up water. He let out a sigh of relief as he now, looked at his two long arms. They reached past his feet and drooped there. He let out a panicked mumble as he open and closed his eyes. They were still there. He blacked out, suddenly. The next moment he awoke and saw Christine backing away from him with a terrified look in her eyes. She screamed.
"What the hell are you?" She gasped as she bolted away. He saw that his long arms hadn't shortened to their normal form. He began to attempt to run after her, only to trip and fall again.
"RJ, I didn't mean like that. I meant that you attacked those police officers so relentlessly that your anger caused me to be scared." Laura said. RJ glanced at her with cold eyes.
"I know what you meant." RJ growled at her as he dragged his arms and attempted to hold his bobble head on his shoulders. Laura suddenly did something unexpected. She hugged him from behind. RJ felt the warmth from her and he was overwhelmed with a feeling of calmness. His head and arms became of normal length and proportion. He was so shocked. He examined his hands. It was the first time he had done that. He was raging inside so long that he had never really felt at peace. That moment, when Laura had hugged him, something had been opened inside that hadn't been open before: love, maybe not true love but a love from friendship that was a wonderful feeling.
"No, you don't know what I mean. I think your looks are nothing compared to your beautiful heart." Laura replied. His bitter and angry heart returned as she let go of her embrace. His arms began to droop and his head bobbled once again. He let out an angry sigh. He could never be normal and Laura gave him this false hope. He pushed her away and she hit the cold cobblestone ground. She gazed up at him in horror, her dark eyes looking up at him in horror. She and all the Morlocks gave him false hope. They believed that all of them could live in harmony with the nonmutants.
"Don't approach me. My heart is not beautiful. It is angry and bitter. What you saw with the police that is who I am. " He snarled as he began to walk away, he suddenly turned back and smirked at her. "How could possibly think the humans could accept you? You are blue." He said.
He saw her stand up. Laura glared at him. Suddenly, he felt the pull of energy as Laura moved her hands swiftly. She had dehydrated him! He felt fatigued as he wobbled to the ground. "It is mutants like you who give a reason for the humans to despise us. I thought that after travelling with the Morlocks for a few months would give you a change of heart. You are just the same bitter and vengeful person I had found." The words struck his heart like a stone. He became filled with anger at her and all the Morlocks. They believed in false hopes and dreams. Yet they were stuck here in the stinking rotten sewers. They were idiots for believing in anything. All that was left was left for them was trash to eat and sewers to sleep in. They were always going to be outcasts. They were always going to be treated differently. Why hadn't they realized that?
He bitten by darkness grasped her ankle as she walked away. She had to pay for what she had done to him. She hit the ground with a splat. He swung her and threw her into the sewer water. Spyke and Zenith ran in, in shock as they saw Laura bobbing up to the surface of the water and RJ the culprit of this crime.
"What in the world do you think you are doing? " Spyke barked as Zenith and he threw him against a wall. He struggled as he glanced at them with his mad eyes. Laura arose out of the water and stood with a disappointed look next to the both of them. He couldn't answer their questions. They would never understand. The humans would never accept them. Never. They would try and harm Laura by using her as a weapon. They would restrain Spyke because of his intimidation. They would put Zenith in a zoo and observe him.
"I am doing what is right to do to the human lovers! Did you see what they did to us? They framed us! They made it our faults! Put the blame on us for that tragedy. How could you possibly love them?" He madly yelled at them as he tried to break loose.
"Us, Morlocks just want to be accepted. We want to be able to roam the streets without people trying to kill us." Zenith reasoned but Spyke just stared at RJ.
"No, they won't accept us! Don't you get that?" They think we caused dozens of people to get injured and die! How could they possible look at us the same?" RJ screamed as he struggled to break free. Zenith and Spyke let go of him as the other Morlocks began to filter into the room to see what the screaming was about.
He had brought up a valid point that none of them wanted to think about.
Well I hope you guys like this chapter. It took a long time to write becase of the way I wanted to portray RJ. I didn't want him to seem bad like the Brotherhood but I also wanted him to act angry, bitter and impulsivetowards human like his character description says. Well, I dunno if it is good or not so I will let you guys decide.
Question: What would you like to let the next chapter be about? The Morlocks, X-Men or Brotherhood. I'll try to churn out chaps faster. Sorry for such a long delay.
Happy Reading!
Sincerely Anon.
