I'm such a wipm I'm already giving up, I don't want any more evil rewievs!

But I'm still going to be evil...

The silence was only broken by Kitty's sobs; the rest of them seemed too shocked to do anything. After a few seconds Piotr did what was the most natural to him; check how Warren was. He sat there in the bed, paler than ever before, staring of into nothing.

When Piotr rose from his chair there was no reaction at all from him, but when he put a hand on the Angels arm he suddenly took in a sharp breath between his teeth's. His eyes widened even more and tears began to creep out of them, rolling down his cheeks, without him noticing.

Alarmed Piotr put his whole arm around the mutant's shoulders, he was all stiff! As the friendly soul he was he put his other arm around his friend, hugging him from the side. Slowly Warrens hand rose and took a grasp of the arm crossing his chest. His nails dug into the flesh, but Piotr didn't move nor did he make any sound. Instead he watched as Warren's head first fell forward as he heard him taking in even more air, then go backwards as he opened his mouth and let out a scream that echoed through the medical room and was heard out in the corridor outside. It was far from human, but it still held a heartbreaking sorrow in it. It gave a little clue to that is wasn't an angel that Warren's mutation was turning him into, it was some sort of animal. But no one would be able to tell what and right now nobody cared.

The sound of the scream only made Colossus hold his friend even tighter as the younger one emptied lungs big enough to be able to bring him enough of oxygen to breathe even above the clouds. It drowned the whimering sounds from Kitty and the sobs from Jubilee, it cut out the surprised gasps from Scott and Logan when they arrived outside, send there by the Professor, who had sensed what Kitty had heard at his office, it stopped the Professor from searching further into his mind to try to bring comfort. For a moment, long as years and on, but really only reaching a span of about a minute, the sound of a cry from the death of love was all that could be heard.

But then, at last, the breath of pain died out, the sound faded away and was replaced with a ringing silence. For a moment nobody dared to make a sound; the silence was over them like a roof of glass; one little vibration could send the broken fragments of it down upon them, cutting, drawing blood, and causing even more pain. Instead they waited for someone else to break it, someone else to take the blame for crushing the invisible crystal and getting their hands sore.

Moments passed by, some short like seconds, others long as a life, but in silence they waited.

Then at last, the soft sound of a door opening automatically broke the curse, and pulled away the thick blanket that dried away any attempt of movement.

The scene that the two teachers were met with told them all that they needed to know. They got quick instructions from the Professor of bringing all of them but Warren and John (who both still had to remain in bed) to his office, and they immediately did as told.

It was no problem to get the girls out, so Logan quickly was on his way back, getting both his arms soaked with tears and taking the first wave of anger that Jubilee's chocked sorrow quickly turned into.

Left in the room was Scott with Piotr, who had taken the roll of comforter to Warren, and Bobby, who as well seemed pale and almost colder that ever before. He slowly got closer, debating what he should do. When he got about three steps away from the bed though, he suddenly had the coldest and most hateful gaze he'd ever seen upon him; Bobby's eyes were at the same time as cold as ice and as dead as it, but now more alive than ever. A sort of frozen fire danced in his mind, mirroring itself in his glare. Scott immediately saw that he wasn't allowed to move closer, and he knew that against this mutant he wouldn't stand a chance. It didn't matter if he was the teacher, the oldest and the one with most experience of battle; now he was facing a creature that had lost everything and had the power of the arctic in its mind. He could see that this young mutant didn't mind turning into a murderer and paint his crystal ice with blood, just as long as he could make sure that the one he'd set himself to protect would stay safe. He'd fight for his friend, his love, for he was the only one that was worth caring about.

The ice-mutant stood up on the floor, surrounded by something that glistened in the light of the room, almost as if he was standing in a light mist, but Scott knew better. He knew that is was the water in the air around him that froze by the pure presence of the boy.

A frightening thought appeared in Scott's mind; if Bobby could be called a boy, for a man he sure wasn't yet, then he still was a child. A matured, grown one, but still a child. People talk about how horrible some young ones are treated, but most of them forget that teenagers sometimes want to go back to that time, simply because the pretence is even more painful to them. He was now facing a child, one that once had been carefully watched as he tried to eat all by himself, taken his shaky first step, welcoming guests at his birthday, painting eggs at Easter, and all the time with his proud and loving parents encouraging and supporting him. He'd been happy once, but now he was one step from loosing the very last one he believed cared about him. All those people who laughed with him as a child and played with him now had forced him out of their lives, out of their hearts. But in some parts of his mind Bobby still was a young boy giving paintings to his mother after school and making waffles with his uncle on Saturdays. That little child had gone with him when he left his parents home, to never return. That little child had heard his brother call him a monster, his mother blaming herself for having a freak in the family, and his father, who once gave him piggy-back-rides in the backyard apologising for what his son was.

Wounds like that never heal, not even time can do anything about such. All it can do is numbing the pain, putting a scab over the hurt area and taking away all feelings from it. But if that continues for too long your whole soul will be covered with hard bits of drained blood and more and more of it will turn unfeeling to take away the pain. John was right when he said that it only will be harder to trust again after being wounded like that, and if it keeps on you will soon turn into a monster with no feelings or sympathy. In the process you also get a harder time daring to be happy and to love again.

This flashed thought the chocked teachers mind in the matter of seconds and as soon as his gaze focused again he looked at the being standing on the floor.

Then he suddenly saw how Bobby's eyes grew darker and how he sank down into one of the chairs, leaning back against the back-support and closing his eyes.

Then the Professor spoke in his mind;

"It's safe now Scott, he's asleep."

Slowly Cyclops now approached the both mutants who he was supposed to bring back.

Piotr felt that someone entered his mind and then how someone spoke with something that was meant to sound calming;

"It's all right. I will put the young Angel to sleep, so you can come with Scott down here. I wish to talk to you before we get anything decided."

Moments after he could feel how the stiff, shaking body in his arms relaxed, and when he looked down at his friends face it was calm and peaceful, even though you still could see the tear-streaks that went down his cheeks. Putting his blond head on the pillow Piotr carefully pulled up the blanket and stuffed it down along his sides, then turning and picking up Bobby. He than calmly followed his teacher out of the room, knowing that if he felt the need to go back and check his friends again all he had to do was walk out, it wasn't as if anyone could stop him (the Professor knew what sort of challenge he was up against if he tried to force the big mutant, he had a simple but oh, so strong mind and will)…

In the office sat Kitty and Jubilee already in a pair of chairs that Logan had pushed up next to each other so that they could be next to their friend and to comfort each other. Kitty was sobbing into a napkin her friend had gotten out of her pocket, and Jubilee was giving the Professor a big piece of her mind;

When the other three came in Scott stepped aside next to the door, but Piotr only kept on walking until he reached the other chairs in front of the desk so that he could Put Bobby in one and sit down in another, all while the voice of a female told all that wanted to listen what sort of an person she thought her principal was;

"Oh no, you shut up! Stop coming up with ridiculous excuses that on one want to hear before I'm done! But that's all you are, isn't it; all talk! You can't even stand for what you just have said, you must excuse, you can't even take the blame for it! Man, you're such a coward! All of you are!"

Jubilee was almost screaming, but her voice broke when she was crying too much. Piotr put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down, but then she turned to him;

"Did you even hear that; he tells me to calm down and listen, he didn't even want to let me speak! He only comes up with excuses, can't even stand up for what he's doing, and he doesn't even…"

She gave up, crying in both anger and sadness. Gently, Piotr and Kitty got her down in the chair again, and then all three of them looked at the Professor. If he ever could come up with anything that could justify what he'd said, now was the time to speak.

A sight came from the old man;

"Thank you all for giving me a chance. Now, the reason I called you here is because of what you Kitty by mistake heard me say. By any means I will fight for saving the life of anyone I can, you know that much. But now I really can't see any way out. We've tried any method known to bring John's soul back, but he's refusing to. It has been almost a week since we stared trying out the last and most desperate way of all; having his friends talking to him. But nothing has worked. That person we speak of, who is lying up there, is nothing but an empty shell. His body is kept alive only because we refused to let him die as he wanted to, but the longer time that passes by, the smaller is the chance to bring him back. As far as I can see we could have lost hope days ago, weave already passed the time when it should be possible to get him back…"

"Shut up! Why can't you just shut up?! We don't want to hear that, and you know it! Stop your ranting, there is still a chance, he will come back…!"

Jubilee's temper had once again gotten the better of her and she was once again standing, but now crying with her hand over her mouth;

"… you'll see, you wrong… John will…"

But the Professor just shook his head;

"He won't."

Told you I was evil...

Don't worry, the next chapter will be up in a few days, and that will bring a final answer...