Proof is the Protector Part Four
Author: Cristof Wagner
Rating: R (for Violence and language)
Summary: Fourth Installment of the "Proof is the Protector" Series - a familiar looking stranger is lurking around Bayville High.
Category: General
Author's Note: There are themes of violence present in this installment. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men. They are the property of Marvel comics. Nor do I claim to possess ownership of the Television series X-men: Evolution. No profit is gained by this work of fiction. DON'T SUE ME.
{Thoughts}
German
::Telepathy::
--Principal Darkholm's Office, Bayville High School-
Irene listened intently for the reassuring wet thump that she was sure would come. When would it come? There was virtually no possibility that she would miss at this range. The only course of events that she feared was beginning to come to pass, and she silently wept at what she knew was to come. She had only seen bits and of this possible future, but the visions were vivid enough for her to wonder exactly how many bullets she had left in her gun. There was only one and she knew it. She couldn't do much with one, and she knew that too.
Cristof leaned in close to Irene and spoke softly to her silently noting that she still had the gun in her hands.
"Irene, is that anyway to say 'hi'?" Cristof spoke directly into her ear. She shivered as she realized that the object of her dread was so close to her.
{The childe of brimstone comes to destroy the formless one…. He knows and will prevent.… he brings the pain of eternal torment…. The childe….} her own prophesy went through her mind like a freight train wrapped with rusty razor-wire colliding with a truck-load of napalm. A new sequence of possible future events slammed into her head.
The images were horrific, and they came in rapid succession, one after another after another. They became too much for her and she cried out in agony. Irene gripped the handle of her automatic pistol and cried behind the cover of her sunglasses.
"Dear God NO!" Irene cried out and positioned the barrel of her gun under her chin. "Damn you won't take my life demon. I'll see you in hell."
{Perhaps my death will show them. Raven remember I love you and carry on.} This was the last thing to go through her mind before the bullet. Blood splattered the desk, chair, and Cristof. Blood trailed down his facial fur and off his shirt as ceiling plaster cascaded down on his head.
A blood curdling scream issued forth from immediately above the office. What was happening? Cristof leaned with his back against the wall and set his face in his hands. The reality began to set in. This was the result of the unnatural knowledge Destiny had somehow gleaned.
{This wasn't supposed to happen. This doesn't happen. This can't happen. Okay think logically Cristof, what's happening? Okay you've changed the timeline. Destiny didn't shoot dad, that's good, but why all the running and the screaming? Gunshots stupid. }
--Second Floor English Classroom-
Jean had watched in horror as the worst of her fears presented itself before her. It may be true that there was nothing that she could do, but she was already blaming herself. She had allowed a grave injury to befall one of her younger charges. The floor had just erupted from underneath Kitty. The blood just seemed to erupt from her head and she fell backwards and knocked over the desk that she had been sitting in.
Kitty just lay there bleeding-unconscious. She had been moved emotionally just a moment ago and now she lay motionless it just wasn't ….Kitty.
Jean dropped to her knees and applied a gentle pressure to Kitty's head-wound using her telekinetic powers, her only thought was to get help for Kitty as soon as possible. It took every bit of concentration she had to keep the pressure on Kitty's wound and call for the others telepathically, but she managed.
:: Kurt get up here! Bring Scott. Kitty's hurt::
Kurt froze right where he had been walking in the first floor hallway outside of the cafeteria. His yellow eyes widened and his nostrils at the possibility of Kitty-his Kätze.
Without a word Kurt's strong three fingers closed around Scott's arm and squeezed more than tight enough to maintain the physical connection for what he had in mind.
Scott looked at him in obvious and utter confusion, ultimately Jean's telepathic communication had not reached Scott. It had bee n meant for Kurt or only Kurt had been reached one or the other. Kurt was neither interested in or enlightened as to why he had received Jean's cry for help and Scott had not, but it really didn't matter.
A puff of smoke , the acrid smell of brimstone, and a texture of pain itself filled the air as if the nightcrawler's own emotions were made material, and in the pained light they were gone. Gone to the light and all there was of Kurt was the darkness that was left in the hall, it was all dark.
Author: Cristof Wagner
Rating: R (for Violence and language)
Summary: Fourth Installment of the "Proof is the Protector" Series - a familiar looking stranger is lurking around Bayville High.
Category: General
Author's Note: There are themes of violence present in this installment. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men. They are the property of Marvel comics. Nor do I claim to possess ownership of the Television series X-men: Evolution. No profit is gained by this work of fiction. DON'T SUE ME.
{Thoughts}
German
::Telepathy::
--Principal Darkholm's Office, Bayville High School-
Irene listened intently for the reassuring wet thump that she was sure would come. When would it come? There was virtually no possibility that she would miss at this range. The only course of events that she feared was beginning to come to pass, and she silently wept at what she knew was to come. She had only seen bits and of this possible future, but the visions were vivid enough for her to wonder exactly how many bullets she had left in her gun. There was only one and she knew it. She couldn't do much with one, and she knew that too.
Cristof leaned in close to Irene and spoke softly to her silently noting that she still had the gun in her hands.
"Irene, is that anyway to say 'hi'?" Cristof spoke directly into her ear. She shivered as she realized that the object of her dread was so close to her.
{The childe of brimstone comes to destroy the formless one…. He knows and will prevent.… he brings the pain of eternal torment…. The childe….} her own prophesy went through her mind like a freight train wrapped with rusty razor-wire colliding with a truck-load of napalm. A new sequence of possible future events slammed into her head.
The images were horrific, and they came in rapid succession, one after another after another. They became too much for her and she cried out in agony. Irene gripped the handle of her automatic pistol and cried behind the cover of her sunglasses.
"Dear God NO!" Irene cried out and positioned the barrel of her gun under her chin. "Damn you won't take my life demon. I'll see you in hell."
{Perhaps my death will show them. Raven remember I love you and carry on.} This was the last thing to go through her mind before the bullet. Blood splattered the desk, chair, and Cristof. Blood trailed down his facial fur and off his shirt as ceiling plaster cascaded down on his head.
A blood curdling scream issued forth from immediately above the office. What was happening? Cristof leaned with his back against the wall and set his face in his hands. The reality began to set in. This was the result of the unnatural knowledge Destiny had somehow gleaned.
{This wasn't supposed to happen. This doesn't happen. This can't happen. Okay think logically Cristof, what's happening? Okay you've changed the timeline. Destiny didn't shoot dad, that's good, but why all the running and the screaming? Gunshots stupid. }
--Second Floor English Classroom-
Jean had watched in horror as the worst of her fears presented itself before her. It may be true that there was nothing that she could do, but she was already blaming herself. She had allowed a grave injury to befall one of her younger charges. The floor had just erupted from underneath Kitty. The blood just seemed to erupt from her head and she fell backwards and knocked over the desk that she had been sitting in.
Kitty just lay there bleeding-unconscious. She had been moved emotionally just a moment ago and now she lay motionless it just wasn't ….Kitty.
Jean dropped to her knees and applied a gentle pressure to Kitty's head-wound using her telekinetic powers, her only thought was to get help for Kitty as soon as possible. It took every bit of concentration she had to keep the pressure on Kitty's wound and call for the others telepathically, but she managed.
:: Kurt get up here! Bring Scott. Kitty's hurt::
Kurt froze right where he had been walking in the first floor hallway outside of the cafeteria. His yellow eyes widened and his nostrils at the possibility of Kitty-his Kätze.
Without a word Kurt's strong three fingers closed around Scott's arm and squeezed more than tight enough to maintain the physical connection for what he had in mind.
Scott looked at him in obvious and utter confusion, ultimately Jean's telepathic communication had not reached Scott. It had bee n meant for Kurt or only Kurt had been reached one or the other. Kurt was neither interested in or enlightened as to why he had received Jean's cry for help and Scott had not, but it really didn't matter.
A puff of smoke , the acrid smell of brimstone, and a texture of pain itself filled the air as if the nightcrawler's own emotions were made material, and in the pained light they were gone. Gone to the light and all there was of Kurt was the darkness that was left in the hall, it was all dark.