Anthony didn't hear the shots. Not at first. Exactly why Cyclops had
dropped to his knees was a mystery to the boy, until he fell, and rolled
over, and the boy could see the blood.
A blue van had been rammed through the gate at the foot of the driveway, and a group of men were firing round after round at the house.
"No." Anthony shook his head as if to wake himself up. "no." He said again, taking Cyclops' lifeless hand.
And he looked towards the driveway again. The men were throwing bottles, and things were burning. People rushed out of the mansion, and many were being gunned down as they stepped out of the door.
"No." Anthony shook his head as he let Cyclops' hand fall from his own and he recognized these men from this morning.
One man fired high in to the air and a man with white feathered wings fell to the ground in front of Anthony. He did not move, but the red of his blood sank deeply in to his soft snow white feathers.
Jubilee burst through the door and took a round in the stomach.
She alone saw what was to happen next. She alone heard the little boy cry out "NO!" as he took off on a mad rush toward the gunman. She alone saw the boy blur and vanish as he rushed headlong toward the men with the guns. And when she closed her eyes, she alone saw what Anthony saw.
She saw him sprinting through a world of blue, indigo, and then violet. Saw him burst out of his temporal displacement, right in front of himself, as he tried desperately to make it through the gate before the crowd.
Jubilee could feel the warmth draining out of her as she saw Anthony throw himself at himself. "NO!" he cried, pushing the other him back, "NO!!" and pushing him back again. She saw the shock and surprise on his younger self's face. She saw him fall and the crowd surge forward against the now closed gates. She saw the young Anthony dissappear within the crowd. And saw the wounds open on the older Anthony's face as the younger one sustained the injuries. She saw one man raise a stick from within the crowd and when it came down, the older Anthony seemed to burst, to turn to dust and vanish in to nothing, standing just where she had seen his 'ghost'.
"Noooo!" She cried out loud like it was a howl.
And suddenly, she snapped out of it. She was standing, barely touching the Professor, by the front gates, where yesterday, Anthony had given his life for the X-Men.
Xavier was looking up, tears streaking his face. He wiped them away and tried to compose himself. "Dear lord." He exclaimed, looking down in grief.
"Not hardly." Jubilee spit through her clenched teeth, staring out through the gates with angry eyes.
A blue van had been rammed through the gate at the foot of the driveway, and a group of men were firing round after round at the house.
"No." Anthony shook his head as if to wake himself up. "no." He said again, taking Cyclops' lifeless hand.
And he looked towards the driveway again. The men were throwing bottles, and things were burning. People rushed out of the mansion, and many were being gunned down as they stepped out of the door.
"No." Anthony shook his head as he let Cyclops' hand fall from his own and he recognized these men from this morning.
One man fired high in to the air and a man with white feathered wings fell to the ground in front of Anthony. He did not move, but the red of his blood sank deeply in to his soft snow white feathers.
Jubilee burst through the door and took a round in the stomach.
She alone saw what was to happen next. She alone heard the little boy cry out "NO!" as he took off on a mad rush toward the gunman. She alone saw the boy blur and vanish as he rushed headlong toward the men with the guns. And when she closed her eyes, she alone saw what Anthony saw.
She saw him sprinting through a world of blue, indigo, and then violet. Saw him burst out of his temporal displacement, right in front of himself, as he tried desperately to make it through the gate before the crowd.
Jubilee could feel the warmth draining out of her as she saw Anthony throw himself at himself. "NO!" he cried, pushing the other him back, "NO!!" and pushing him back again. She saw the shock and surprise on his younger self's face. She saw him fall and the crowd surge forward against the now closed gates. She saw the young Anthony dissappear within the crowd. And saw the wounds open on the older Anthony's face as the younger one sustained the injuries. She saw one man raise a stick from within the crowd and when it came down, the older Anthony seemed to burst, to turn to dust and vanish in to nothing, standing just where she had seen his 'ghost'.
"Noooo!" She cried out loud like it was a howl.
And suddenly, she snapped out of it. She was standing, barely touching the Professor, by the front gates, where yesterday, Anthony had given his life for the X-Men.
Xavier was looking up, tears streaking his face. He wiped them away and tried to compose himself. "Dear lord." He exclaimed, looking down in grief.
"Not hardly." Jubilee spit through her clenched teeth, staring out through the gates with angry eyes.