Disclaimer: I'M NOT WRITING THIS ANY MORE!!!!! See last chapter.
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Ororo found Rae on the sports field. Her head in her hands, a single tear staining her face, along side a smear of blood.
Ororo crept quietly, until she was next to the silent figure, sitting on the grass.
"Want a hanky?" she asked, offering her own.
Rae turned to look at her. In that short silent moment, with the setting sun behind her, she looked like the child of an angel, her innocence radiating around her, along with her fear. A halfhearted smile thanked Ororo, as she took the hanky.
"You don't have to be alone, you know."
"I'm safer like this."
"Just trust us, we could help."
"No! I've only ever been able to trust my family, and my parents are dead. And I haven't even told the kids yet."
"Give us a chance."
"A chance to betray me? No, I won't take that risk. I took it once. I don't want to make that mistake, again."
"Please?"
"No!"
Ororo turned and twisted. The scene had changed. She was in a box, a small one. She was alone. Panic took over her body, as she banged on the walls, shouting for help. Then despair took over, as she crumpled to the floor, clutching her head, crying.
"I'm sorry!" a faint voice said, brimming with fear and tears. It sounded at the same time she felt a hand on her shoulder. "I didn't mean that to…" the voice trailed off, and footsteps pounded into the distance.
Ororo opened her eyes, and found herself back in the sports field. Charles and Logan were rushing towards her.
"What happened? You yelled, mentally."
"I don't know. I was trapped in my worst nightmare."
"You saw Rae?"
"Yes, she was crying. She's also been hurt. I saw blood on her face. She's like a rabbit, easily startled….No, more like a cat, easily startled, fast and can defend herself. But she's scared."
"I'll tell Scott." Charles said.
Logan was sniffing the floor.
"She's headed for Evans." He said, looking up.
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You know the drill,
Read and review.
For those of you who want to know:
I'M STILL D*MN STRESSED
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Ororo found Rae on the sports field. Her head in her hands, a single tear staining her face, along side a smear of blood.
Ororo crept quietly, until she was next to the silent figure, sitting on the grass.
"Want a hanky?" she asked, offering her own.
Rae turned to look at her. In that short silent moment, with the setting sun behind her, she looked like the child of an angel, her innocence radiating around her, along with her fear. A halfhearted smile thanked Ororo, as she took the hanky.
"You don't have to be alone, you know."
"I'm safer like this."
"Just trust us, we could help."
"No! I've only ever been able to trust my family, and my parents are dead. And I haven't even told the kids yet."
"Give us a chance."
"A chance to betray me? No, I won't take that risk. I took it once. I don't want to make that mistake, again."
"Please?"
"No!"
Ororo turned and twisted. The scene had changed. She was in a box, a small one. She was alone. Panic took over her body, as she banged on the walls, shouting for help. Then despair took over, as she crumpled to the floor, clutching her head, crying.
"I'm sorry!" a faint voice said, brimming with fear and tears. It sounded at the same time she felt a hand on her shoulder. "I didn't mean that to…" the voice trailed off, and footsteps pounded into the distance.
Ororo opened her eyes, and found herself back in the sports field. Charles and Logan were rushing towards her.
"What happened? You yelled, mentally."
"I don't know. I was trapped in my worst nightmare."
"You saw Rae?"
"Yes, she was crying. She's also been hurt. I saw blood on her face. She's like a rabbit, easily startled….No, more like a cat, easily startled, fast and can defend herself. But she's scared."
"I'll tell Scott." Charles said.
Logan was sniffing the floor.
"She's headed for Evans." He said, looking up.
***
You know the drill,
Read and review.
For those of you who want to know:
I'M STILL D*MN STRESSED