A/N: Sorry it took a while. The previous chapter I had wrote before Christmas, which I forgot to upload. ::curses:: Oh well. Here's #4, and plz oh plz more reviews! Flames are fine! ::gets on knees and puts on puppy dog face:: Plz?! Oh, and the time line's kinda funky, so I'll try to do my best to keep it straight for ya.
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When I had felt that last presence, I was tempted to tell the others. Or at least the Professor. But I decided not to, for reasons I couldn't explain. I silently wondered if this had anything to do with Magneto and/or Mystique. I knew little of them, so I didn't know if they were among the magickal or not. I felt somewhat foolish asking, and if I did so, I would have to tell the others about my sensing something, which would be even more foolish.
You perhaps are wondering about my decision to help the Brotherhood. I made that decision two weeks ago, and it still stands. I have helped them, even being a witness to a fight which the jocks started with Lance. (I learned his name afterwards.) The principal tried to blame him, but I was a witness and refused to let him do so. The jocks got off, of course, but so did Lance.
He asked me why I came to his defense. What was my deal anyhow? I told him that they hadn't changed me, and that they weren't going to. He told me I was different. From the others. I actually cared. He invited me to sit with him and the others for lunch. I agreed. I met them all, including a girl I hadn't noticed before. There was Fred, Pietro (I had fun trying to pronounce his name!), Todd, Lance, and Tabitha or Tabby.
That was yesterday. Scott had a fit, obviously. I told him that I wasn't going to judge them before I knew them. Besides, who was I to judge someone anyhow? I had no right to. Scott was enraged and brought me up before the Professor, who to my surprise took my side. Scott, needless to say, hasn't spoken to me since.
The others didn't say much about my being there, not against nor with me. I think they're confused, and I don't blame them. I certainly would be. I was thinking about this as I walked down the hall to my room. I passed Kitty's, and heard a frustrated scream. I knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in!" I heard her shout. I opened the door and saw her standing at her mirror, messing with her hair.
"Kitty, what be wrong?" I asked softly.
"I'm trying to braid my hair and I can't get it and Jean's not here to do it!" She complained. I sighed and went over to her bed and sat down.
"Come here." I patted the area of bed in front of me. "I do braid."
"You know how to braid?" She said in disbelief. I smiled, and patted the bed again. She shrugged and walked over and sat down in front of me, handing a ponytail holder and a hairbrush to me.
"French?" I asked.
"If you can do it." She said.
I brushed her hair, and set to work. I had done this so many times, that it was automatic. I had always braided my sister's hair, since my mathair, my mother, wasn't there to do it in the morning. She would be away, readying things for the week's coven meetings. My sister, Alek, would often brag to her friends that I was the best braider in all of Ireland. And I was boy too!
"There, all done." I said. Kitty got up and went over to her mirror to examine my work.
"Wow, you're better than Jean. Did you get practice with your own hair?" She asked, nodding towards my black mop of long hair. I liked it long. It was below my shoulders, and had been for a long time. I usually kept it in a loose ponytail with a small clasp I had gotten for my birthday, from who else but my sister.
"No, I braided me sister's hair." I told her. "She say I best in all of Ireland."
"Well, I'd say that's a good claim." She said, looking back in the mirror. Kitty paused, then looked back at me.
"Why are you helping the Brotherhood? They're no good." She said, coming back to the bed and sitting down, this time facing me.
"I no judge them. Why ye? What they do to ye?" I countered.
"Lance betrayed me. We went to the same school. When I found out I was a mutant, he said he'd be my friend. He showed me how to get a hold on my powers and use them. All he really wanted, though, was for me to sneak into the school and steal test answers." She said bitterly.
"Are ye sure? He help when no one other did. He made mistake. Ye judge him by aon, one, mistake? Sound like ye be no friend." Kitty started to say something then stopped and looked at the floor. "They be like ye, and Scott, and Jean, and the others. They be like me. But they no have money, or mansion, or Professor."
"Then why don't they come to us?" Kitty said sharply. "You see Jeriko, they're stupid fools."
"Are they?!" I told her, equally if not more sharply. "They mutant too! They human like ye! What more do ye need? They more like ye than ye know. Ye both got pride. Except their pride be closer to true pride! Your pride be bouyranagh!" ("stupid/senseless")
With that I shimmered away from there. I went to the roof. Ignoring the cold I laid there in spot barren of snow, looking at the sky. I looked to the moon, which was half hidden. I cast out my senses, just to see what was here. Nothing. ~Goddess, help me!~ I begged the moon. ~I cannot do this alone.~ There was no answer. The night was as silent as the stars it held.
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When I had felt that last presence, I was tempted to tell the others. Or at least the Professor. But I decided not to, for reasons I couldn't explain. I silently wondered if this had anything to do with Magneto and/or Mystique. I knew little of them, so I didn't know if they were among the magickal or not. I felt somewhat foolish asking, and if I did so, I would have to tell the others about my sensing something, which would be even more foolish.
You perhaps are wondering about my decision to help the Brotherhood. I made that decision two weeks ago, and it still stands. I have helped them, even being a witness to a fight which the jocks started with Lance. (I learned his name afterwards.) The principal tried to blame him, but I was a witness and refused to let him do so. The jocks got off, of course, but so did Lance.
He asked me why I came to his defense. What was my deal anyhow? I told him that they hadn't changed me, and that they weren't going to. He told me I was different. From the others. I actually cared. He invited me to sit with him and the others for lunch. I agreed. I met them all, including a girl I hadn't noticed before. There was Fred, Pietro (I had fun trying to pronounce his name!), Todd, Lance, and Tabitha or Tabby.
That was yesterday. Scott had a fit, obviously. I told him that I wasn't going to judge them before I knew them. Besides, who was I to judge someone anyhow? I had no right to. Scott was enraged and brought me up before the Professor, who to my surprise took my side. Scott, needless to say, hasn't spoken to me since.
The others didn't say much about my being there, not against nor with me. I think they're confused, and I don't blame them. I certainly would be. I was thinking about this as I walked down the hall to my room. I passed Kitty's, and heard a frustrated scream. I knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in!" I heard her shout. I opened the door and saw her standing at her mirror, messing with her hair.
"Kitty, what be wrong?" I asked softly.
"I'm trying to braid my hair and I can't get it and Jean's not here to do it!" She complained. I sighed and went over to her bed and sat down.
"Come here." I patted the area of bed in front of me. "I do braid."
"You know how to braid?" She said in disbelief. I smiled, and patted the bed again. She shrugged and walked over and sat down in front of me, handing a ponytail holder and a hairbrush to me.
"French?" I asked.
"If you can do it." She said.
I brushed her hair, and set to work. I had done this so many times, that it was automatic. I had always braided my sister's hair, since my mathair, my mother, wasn't there to do it in the morning. She would be away, readying things for the week's coven meetings. My sister, Alek, would often brag to her friends that I was the best braider in all of Ireland. And I was boy too!
"There, all done." I said. Kitty got up and went over to her mirror to examine my work.
"Wow, you're better than Jean. Did you get practice with your own hair?" She asked, nodding towards my black mop of long hair. I liked it long. It was below my shoulders, and had been for a long time. I usually kept it in a loose ponytail with a small clasp I had gotten for my birthday, from who else but my sister.
"No, I braided me sister's hair." I told her. "She say I best in all of Ireland."
"Well, I'd say that's a good claim." She said, looking back in the mirror. Kitty paused, then looked back at me.
"Why are you helping the Brotherhood? They're no good." She said, coming back to the bed and sitting down, this time facing me.
"I no judge them. Why ye? What they do to ye?" I countered.
"Lance betrayed me. We went to the same school. When I found out I was a mutant, he said he'd be my friend. He showed me how to get a hold on my powers and use them. All he really wanted, though, was for me to sneak into the school and steal test answers." She said bitterly.
"Are ye sure? He help when no one other did. He made mistake. Ye judge him by aon, one, mistake? Sound like ye be no friend." Kitty started to say something then stopped and looked at the floor. "They be like ye, and Scott, and Jean, and the others. They be like me. But they no have money, or mansion, or Professor."
"Then why don't they come to us?" Kitty said sharply. "You see Jeriko, they're stupid fools."
"Are they?!" I told her, equally if not more sharply. "They mutant too! They human like ye! What more do ye need? They more like ye than ye know. Ye both got pride. Except their pride be closer to true pride! Your pride be bouyranagh!" ("stupid/senseless")
With that I shimmered away from there. I went to the roof. Ignoring the cold I laid there in spot barren of snow, looking at the sky. I looked to the moon, which was half hidden. I cast out my senses, just to see what was here. Nothing. ~Goddess, help me!~ I begged the moon. ~I cannot do this alone.~ There was no answer. The night was as silent as the stars it held.
