You guys... I'm sorry. It's been what?? Months?? I dunno. Anyways, if you haven't notice I put up another fic... and I hate it. If you liked it let me know... hold on a second. what is with me and repeating myself?? I already said this shit at the end of the other story. Well, anyways (crap I just miss spelled "well" like 12 times before I got it right- welll welll welll) I read 2 x-men comics!!!!!! I hadn't read any before them. shheeeeesh I am rambling yet again so... as my fellow fic author, 'Space Alien,' once said --er-- you know what I mean, "Nuff typed. On wit da fic."
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'Okay... So far, so good.' I thought, walking down the empty, plastic corridor toward a man I was even more afraid of now that I knew that we were family than I was when he decided that I was a sacrifice worth making for the good of mutants everywhere.
'Who'm I kidding? I can't do this.' I turned around and started back towards where I had left the professor when he said in my mind ~I thought we agreed this was best~
"Not if I have a nervous breakdown before I get there." I retorted aloud.
~Like I said Rogue, I won't force you, but think about it for a minute. Living without ever knowing what happened, without knowing if he ever thinks of you...~
'Dammit. Why does he always have to make so much sense?' I thought it about a second and a half before I realized he probably heard it.
My heels clicked on the hard floors as I again began to walk down the hall to where my father currently took residence. 'Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.'
The clicking noise brought back a memory. This one was mine. I was five and at a tap dancing recital. I was tapping on the stage and I could see them in the front row. My parents.
I shook out of the daydream. My second pair of parents. I find it really disturbing that I have "pairs of parents." No, not one, not two, but three.
I focused my mind back to the present and found that my feet had led me to his cell all on their own. The Professor had already given me clearance so the guard let me right in.
I wanted to scream at him, " No!! Don't do that! Why would I want to go in there?? He tried to kill me. He ruined my life. Everything is his fault!"
But then I realized that that would probably land me in a cell of my own... with customary pillows lining the walls.
So, instead I took as big a breath as my lungs would allow and stepped into the cell.
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Yes. I know that was a really short chapter and all but I really don't have the energy to write more. And if I start, then... but I did want to post something on 'HAMR' today. thats all Im gonna say. Buh bye.
