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Out of the Shadows- The Past Returns
You're caught in a one way street, with the monsters in your head...
- Crash and Burn, Savage Garden
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X-mansion
Remy ran as fast as he could down the hall, the Professor and Dr. Grey right behind him. Laying on the floor, in fetal position, was Mortimer. He was whimpering even thought he was unconscious. Remy fell to his knees by his friend's side and twisted around to look at the Professor. "What's wrong with him?" Remy whispered, his voice full of fear and anguish. ' Why, why is this happening? Why...' Dr. Grey sank to her knees next to Remy.
"I have no idea."
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(Mortimer's mind)
Forgotten. Lost. Pain. Blinding pain.
Children laughing. Laughing. Never has there been anything in his life to laugh about. Why are they laughing? Oh, yes. They're hurting him. Beating him. Calling him a sick freak. It's all a game. The game of hate. The game of death.
"No! Stay away from me!" The laughter continues. And so does the pain. Pain, pain, pain. The chant of his childhood. Then it changed. The laughs stopped.
And the pain soared.
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Remy cried out in terror as Mortimer's body shook in convulsions. "Professor! Go in his mind! Help him!" The Professor shook his head.
"I can't."
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(Mortimer's mind)
Blood. The red liquid of life. Mine is slowly flowing away and taking my life with it. They hurt me. Again. They hate me. They should.
Freak. It is who I am and what I am. Freak! Freak! Look at the freak! I don't want to be a freak anymore.
Cold metal circles my neck. A reminder of who they think I am. No, who I know I am. I'm crying now. I don't want to be who I am.
Wait! What are you doing? No! Get away from me! Please...
Don't hurt me anymore.
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Jean quickly pulled a hysterical Remy away from Mortimer. He had sharted shaking him and screaming for him to wake up. Jean hadn't realized how close Remy and Mortimer were. What was going on?
And why?
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(Mortimer's mind)
I remember the words. The hateful words. Hate, fear, pain...the trio that makes up my memories. I am chained to the wall. Their afraid I'll hurt the others. No one minds if they hurt me.
It has happened. Again.
NO, NO, NO, NO! I don't want to hurt! Please...STOP HURTING ME! Please stop. Please...it's no use. Why would they listen to me?
No, no...not again.
NO!
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Jean laid Motimer's limp body on the table, using her telekinises to keep him from falling off. He was convulsing again. Remy stood a few feet away, staring in horror. The Professor was concentrating on trying to reach Mortimer's mind.
A piercing scream split the silence and Mortimer's body stilled. Jean frantically searched for a pulse. It was there but sporadic and weak. Mortimer's mind was dying and taking his body along with it.
'Not if I can help it.'
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(Mortimer's mind)
Na, na, na, na , na, na. The game of you can't catch me. Somehow they always caught me. Caught me. What an understatement.
I thought it would be different here. It was, for a while. I had a friend. A friend. And that is something no matter how much they hurt me, even if he hurts me, I, the freak, had a friend.
Thank you, God.
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Remy sat next to Mortimer, gripping his friend's hand.
'Wake up, mon ami. Wake up.'
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