Project Rapunzel
Chapter 9
By: Web Spinner
~ Scott~
Being blind scared me although none of the others could tell. I usually try to hide my feelings by wearing a poker face. It seemed always to help when I was at the orphanage and I would watch my friends being taken away one by one by loving parents. I figured if I just waited long enough then some parents for me would come. Of course they wouldn't be as good as my real parents but just maybe they'll have a little blonde haired boy that would remind me of Alex and we'd be best friends of course, brothers always are when they weren't fighting. I had lost my own parents and Alex in a plane crash. I soon started to form headaches and my eyes would hurt constantly. Little did I know it was my mutation developing in full swing. I had been scared to then to, especially when I took out a hospital wall with the beams from my eyes. But then the professor came and calmed by my fears about being a new mutant. He was the first one that gave me my ruby colored glasses. Put the fear of being a mutant was nothing like this fear that gnaws at my insides. Hank keeps telling me how lucky I was. Most mutants wouldn't have made it after the blast. I sighed and reached for my glass. Did Ororo say it was on the left or the right? I inched my hand over my plate of food and hit it against the tall glass. It tipped over the impact and spilled everywhere.
"Dude, milk is spilling all over you," spoke up Evan. I grimaced and tried to find my napkin. There was a slight slapping sound and Evan whined,
"What you'd that for?" This was defiantly going to a long day.
~ Ororo ~
Sometimes I wonder if Evan is even related to me. I glared at him as he rubbed the back of his head. I will have to give a good talking to later. All the other students around the breakfast table stared at their plates unable to watch Scott. He had managed to get most of the milk sopped up with his napkin and placed it too close to the edge of the table just to have it fall in the floor.
"No use in crying over spilt milk," Scott said giving his famous half smile. Although this smile was forced.
"That's right," I said trying to sound cheerful.
"Scott, Logan and the professor want to meet with you in the study," I said. He nodded and got up. Using one hand stretched out, he guided himself to the door and we all watched him leave.
~Jean~
I reached out almost touching him but still he fell to his death.........
"Scott!" I screamed and woke myself up. Yet again the dream still haunts my sleep. I wiped away the cold sweat that beaded my forehead. I sat up in bed trying to catch my breath as a soft knock sounded on the door. It opened to reveal the Greys in matching robes. They were such an odd couple. Rev. Grey was a kind soft spoken man while his wife was practically a chatterbox that simply burst with energy.
"The dream again?" Rev. Grey asked as Mrs. Grey rushed to my bedside and embraced me. I nodded.
"It's always the same dream. I just couldn't get to him in time," I whispered as a tear streamed down my cheek.
"It's ok, Jean. You're safe here with us," Mrs. Grey said softly. I gave her a weak smile.
"I am safe nowhere. I am a mutant. There is no room for my kind. Humans will hate and fear me if they knew," I explained.
"Fiddlesticks, people are constantly doing stupid things and they will probably learn from it. Until that time, remember God creates no accidents, each human is special in his sight no matter if they are deaf, blind, or have a mutation. You are like this for a reason and its to do good on earth. You have face a great evil and you must learn to protect others from it. You must also learn to forgive," Rev. Grey said kindly. I glanced up at him.
"I didn't come here for a sermon," I said a little too coldly then I meant to. I forgave Cal but I could never forgive the others.
"They don't deserve any mercy," I spat. Rev. Grey shrugged.
"It wouldn't be mercy if they did," he said and patted me fondly on the head. Then both he and his wife left me to my thoughts. It was a wonder he was not angry. I had never meant to yell at him. Rev. Grey had said there was a reason for everything. Maybe the reason for me coming here was to restore what little faith I did have in the whole human race. Just maybe.
~Scott~
I growled as I hit the training floor hard for the millionth time. The danger room had been set up with obstacles to give me practicing using a cane to get around. I stood up with a frown.
"Very good. Shall we continue?" asked Logan for the millionth time. I did feel like punching him if it'd make him stop saying that. I tripped over a chair and crashed into the ground again. I laid there letting the cold floor ease my bruised body.
"Are you just going to lay there, punk?" he asked. I frowned and lifted myself up. "Better. Again," Logan commanded.
"No more. I am tired of this crap," I growled at him.
"Oh I see,"
"O I don't" I mimicked sarcastically. Logan said nothing for a minute.
"You can't do it," he finally said.
"So it seems," I retorted.
"Oh well I wouldn't want to be rescued by a blind guy anyway if I was her," Logan murmured. I frowned as I pictured him staring at me with his arms crossed. Then a picture of Jean formed in my mind. She was like an angel and my anger slowly died away.
"I will save her," I yelled at him and swung my cane at him mostly in annoyance rather then anger. . It whistled through the air and was probably not even close to him. I waited for him to say something. Nothing. I tapped my cane in front of me, back and forth back and forth trying to get a mental picture in my mind. What seemed like an eternity Logan finally stopped me by grabbing my shirt.
"Very good, kid. You're through the maze," he congratulated me in his own rough way. 'Wait for me Jean. I am coming'
Chapter 9
By: Web Spinner
~ Scott~
Being blind scared me although none of the others could tell. I usually try to hide my feelings by wearing a poker face. It seemed always to help when I was at the orphanage and I would watch my friends being taken away one by one by loving parents. I figured if I just waited long enough then some parents for me would come. Of course they wouldn't be as good as my real parents but just maybe they'll have a little blonde haired boy that would remind me of Alex and we'd be best friends of course, brothers always are when they weren't fighting. I had lost my own parents and Alex in a plane crash. I soon started to form headaches and my eyes would hurt constantly. Little did I know it was my mutation developing in full swing. I had been scared to then to, especially when I took out a hospital wall with the beams from my eyes. But then the professor came and calmed by my fears about being a new mutant. He was the first one that gave me my ruby colored glasses. Put the fear of being a mutant was nothing like this fear that gnaws at my insides. Hank keeps telling me how lucky I was. Most mutants wouldn't have made it after the blast. I sighed and reached for my glass. Did Ororo say it was on the left or the right? I inched my hand over my plate of food and hit it against the tall glass. It tipped over the impact and spilled everywhere.
"Dude, milk is spilling all over you," spoke up Evan. I grimaced and tried to find my napkin. There was a slight slapping sound and Evan whined,
"What you'd that for?" This was defiantly going to a long day.
~ Ororo ~
Sometimes I wonder if Evan is even related to me. I glared at him as he rubbed the back of his head. I will have to give a good talking to later. All the other students around the breakfast table stared at their plates unable to watch Scott. He had managed to get most of the milk sopped up with his napkin and placed it too close to the edge of the table just to have it fall in the floor.
"No use in crying over spilt milk," Scott said giving his famous half smile. Although this smile was forced.
"That's right," I said trying to sound cheerful.
"Scott, Logan and the professor want to meet with you in the study," I said. He nodded and got up. Using one hand stretched out, he guided himself to the door and we all watched him leave.
~Jean~
I reached out almost touching him but still he fell to his death.........
"Scott!" I screamed and woke myself up. Yet again the dream still haunts my sleep. I wiped away the cold sweat that beaded my forehead. I sat up in bed trying to catch my breath as a soft knock sounded on the door. It opened to reveal the Greys in matching robes. They were such an odd couple. Rev. Grey was a kind soft spoken man while his wife was practically a chatterbox that simply burst with energy.
"The dream again?" Rev. Grey asked as Mrs. Grey rushed to my bedside and embraced me. I nodded.
"It's always the same dream. I just couldn't get to him in time," I whispered as a tear streamed down my cheek.
"It's ok, Jean. You're safe here with us," Mrs. Grey said softly. I gave her a weak smile.
"I am safe nowhere. I am a mutant. There is no room for my kind. Humans will hate and fear me if they knew," I explained.
"Fiddlesticks, people are constantly doing stupid things and they will probably learn from it. Until that time, remember God creates no accidents, each human is special in his sight no matter if they are deaf, blind, or have a mutation. You are like this for a reason and its to do good on earth. You have face a great evil and you must learn to protect others from it. You must also learn to forgive," Rev. Grey said kindly. I glanced up at him.
"I didn't come here for a sermon," I said a little too coldly then I meant to. I forgave Cal but I could never forgive the others.
"They don't deserve any mercy," I spat. Rev. Grey shrugged.
"It wouldn't be mercy if they did," he said and patted me fondly on the head. Then both he and his wife left me to my thoughts. It was a wonder he was not angry. I had never meant to yell at him. Rev. Grey had said there was a reason for everything. Maybe the reason for me coming here was to restore what little faith I did have in the whole human race. Just maybe.
~Scott~
I growled as I hit the training floor hard for the millionth time. The danger room had been set up with obstacles to give me practicing using a cane to get around. I stood up with a frown.
"Very good. Shall we continue?" asked Logan for the millionth time. I did feel like punching him if it'd make him stop saying that. I tripped over a chair and crashed into the ground again. I laid there letting the cold floor ease my bruised body.
"Are you just going to lay there, punk?" he asked. I frowned and lifted myself up. "Better. Again," Logan commanded.
"No more. I am tired of this crap," I growled at him.
"Oh I see,"
"O I don't" I mimicked sarcastically. Logan said nothing for a minute.
"You can't do it," he finally said.
"So it seems," I retorted.
"Oh well I wouldn't want to be rescued by a blind guy anyway if I was her," Logan murmured. I frowned as I pictured him staring at me with his arms crossed. Then a picture of Jean formed in my mind. She was like an angel and my anger slowly died away.
"I will save her," I yelled at him and swung my cane at him mostly in annoyance rather then anger. . It whistled through the air and was probably not even close to him. I waited for him to say something. Nothing. I tapped my cane in front of me, back and forth back and forth trying to get a mental picture in my mind. What seemed like an eternity Logan finally stopped me by grabbing my shirt.
"Very good, kid. You're through the maze," he congratulated me in his own rough way. 'Wait for me Jean. I am coming'