It was a dream that seemed to flash from dream to nightmare in an instant,
and one is never fully sure if things are good or bad. Kitty dreamt that
she was in danger, terrible danger, and an enormous beast threatened to
swallow her. She saw an endless shadow that she was suspended above,
feeling like a skydiver with no parachute. She fell towards it and, for no
reason, looked back and saw a figure falling after her. It seemed to be
reaching for her, calling her name. She reached back and felt all would be
all right, and then just as the strangers' hands grasped hers, she looked
around and saw only the inside of the beast's gaping jaws, beginning to
close...
Kitty snapped up with a yelp from the dream. She was in bed, the clock radio said seven, and she heard Kurt walking down the hallway humming a Beetles song in German. He seemed to enjoy singing mostly anything in German. He knocked on her door and said cheerily,
"Cahm on, Keehty. Today ees waffles!"
Kurt also seemed to enjoy waffles. The good cheer every Wednesday morning was enough to suffocate the entire institute. Kurt continued down the hallway, picking up the song as if it had continued playing and he'd merely joined in again. Kitty changed. As she walked out the door, she walked past Kurt, who had been hung from the wall after attempting to wake up Evan. Kitty politely removed the spike from the collar of his jacket.
"Thanks, Keehty." Kurt said, following her silently.
Logan awoke, slowly, one of the few times he's awaken without feeling hate, rage, confusion or the calm serenity that his lone wolf behavior. He had dreamt as well that night. He had dreamt of Kitty. He didn't know why, or how, or when it had started, all he knew was that there was some new feeling towards her. He felt nervous, uneasy, as if his senses were telling him something, but he didn't know what. He was confused. This new sensation was like digging for buried treasure. He felt something good would come of it, but all he had to show at the moment was a big hole. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his head. As he thought and contemplated, the feeling only grew. Logan roared and pounded his fist on the bed table, breaking off a chunk of wood and causing the lamp to upset and fall to the floor.
"WHAT IS THIS I'M FEELING?"
The boy stood over the small town of Bayville. He read the name clearly from the water tower. Popping his neck, he contemplated where he could find them. The ones who he thought would accept him. He used any means necessary to get here, and was ready to begin the training he'd heard of. He remembered seeing the man's face in a pawn shop window, on TV next to the words 'Mutant Acadamy'. It didn't take long to find the location. Silently hitch hiking across the country, he'd finally come here. Now, to find them. The dark-haired boy walked down into the valley.
Lance also had a nightmare. He stood alone at the top of a hill, a gash running across his cheek. Looking down on the town of Bayville, Lance knew he'd been in a fight. He just didn't know how or why. Then, he turned around as fear swept him, seeing nothing but foliage and an empty space, but he still felt tense for almost no reason. He took a step back, losing his footing. He waved his arms, trying to balance, but he felt his balance shift past the point of no return. He fell screaming into the darkness.
And then Lance awoke. The nightmare immediately erased itself from his memory like most dreams do. He recalled fear, and that was it. Looking around at his room, he sighed. He pulled his jeans and a shirt on, then opened the door to the hallway. The Brotherhood's hideout was, in fact, a normal house. There was the minor fact that it was waterlogged, swelled in the rain, and threatened to collapse in a gentle breeze. Nothing was clean. The electricity had to be turned off every time it rained (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Shameless Fight Club reference!), and the running water was almost mud, forcing Lance to brush his teeth and shower at school. A hole in between the first and second floors was outlined in blue tape. Pietro and Blob had rigged a fireman's pole through it. Lance had always wanted one of those. He knocked on the door to the grungy bathroom. "Hey, just a minute, man!" Pietro yelled. Lance sighed and leaned on the wall in the groove his shoulders had made in the damp plaster over a few months. The smell of Pop Tarts didn't waft up through the hole, but he knew that was what they were having. What a crap hole. But it was home. Pietro exited the bathroom and Lance entered.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next Chapter: A day at school, and the dark-haired boy meets our heroes!
Kitty snapped up with a yelp from the dream. She was in bed, the clock radio said seven, and she heard Kurt walking down the hallway humming a Beetles song in German. He seemed to enjoy singing mostly anything in German. He knocked on her door and said cheerily,
"Cahm on, Keehty. Today ees waffles!"
Kurt also seemed to enjoy waffles. The good cheer every Wednesday morning was enough to suffocate the entire institute. Kurt continued down the hallway, picking up the song as if it had continued playing and he'd merely joined in again. Kitty changed. As she walked out the door, she walked past Kurt, who had been hung from the wall after attempting to wake up Evan. Kitty politely removed the spike from the collar of his jacket.
"Thanks, Keehty." Kurt said, following her silently.
Logan awoke, slowly, one of the few times he's awaken without feeling hate, rage, confusion or the calm serenity that his lone wolf behavior. He had dreamt as well that night. He had dreamt of Kitty. He didn't know why, or how, or when it had started, all he knew was that there was some new feeling towards her. He felt nervous, uneasy, as if his senses were telling him something, but he didn't know what. He was confused. This new sensation was like digging for buried treasure. He felt something good would come of it, but all he had to show at the moment was a big hole. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his head. As he thought and contemplated, the feeling only grew. Logan roared and pounded his fist on the bed table, breaking off a chunk of wood and causing the lamp to upset and fall to the floor.
"WHAT IS THIS I'M FEELING?"
The boy stood over the small town of Bayville. He read the name clearly from the water tower. Popping his neck, he contemplated where he could find them. The ones who he thought would accept him. He used any means necessary to get here, and was ready to begin the training he'd heard of. He remembered seeing the man's face in a pawn shop window, on TV next to the words 'Mutant Acadamy'. It didn't take long to find the location. Silently hitch hiking across the country, he'd finally come here. Now, to find them. The dark-haired boy walked down into the valley.
Lance also had a nightmare. He stood alone at the top of a hill, a gash running across his cheek. Looking down on the town of Bayville, Lance knew he'd been in a fight. He just didn't know how or why. Then, he turned around as fear swept him, seeing nothing but foliage and an empty space, but he still felt tense for almost no reason. He took a step back, losing his footing. He waved his arms, trying to balance, but he felt his balance shift past the point of no return. He fell screaming into the darkness.
And then Lance awoke. The nightmare immediately erased itself from his memory like most dreams do. He recalled fear, and that was it. Looking around at his room, he sighed. He pulled his jeans and a shirt on, then opened the door to the hallway. The Brotherhood's hideout was, in fact, a normal house. There was the minor fact that it was waterlogged, swelled in the rain, and threatened to collapse in a gentle breeze. Nothing was clean. The electricity had to be turned off every time it rained (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Shameless Fight Club reference!), and the running water was almost mud, forcing Lance to brush his teeth and shower at school. A hole in between the first and second floors was outlined in blue tape. Pietro and Blob had rigged a fireman's pole through it. Lance had always wanted one of those. He knocked on the door to the grungy bathroom. "Hey, just a minute, man!" Pietro yelled. Lance sighed and leaned on the wall in the groove his shoulders had made in the damp plaster over a few months. The smell of Pop Tarts didn't waft up through the hole, but he knew that was what they were having. What a crap hole. But it was home. Pietro exited the bathroom and Lance entered.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next Chapter: A day at school, and the dark-haired boy meets our heroes!