Windscar
F8tality6
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The Professor had planed for Scott and Bobby to leave early in the morning, as it would be a two-hour bus ride to get the Patterson from Bayville by bus. It was about six in the morning, and the sun was just rising in the sky when Scott came to the front gate. Bobby and the Professor were already there, and Bobby was yawning quite loudly. It was most clear that he was still very much asleep. Scott didn't care about that though, because he just wanted to get this all over with and be done with it.
"Good Morning Scott." The Professor said as Scott arrived before him.
"M'ornin Boss." Bobby said between a rather long yawn.
"Yes." Scott said, half lost in thought.
"Well, you will go into town, and wait at any of the bus stations you see. Here are your tickets." The Professor said, handing Scott an envelope with two bus tickets and a bit of money just in case.
"When you get to Patterson, call me and I will give you the boy's address." Xavier said, finishing.
"All right Professor." Scott replied, not really paying attention. He was preoccupied with a dream he had the night before.
Bobby yawned again, and Scott became annoyed.
"Iceman, can you put a cork in it? You will have plenty of time to sleep on the bus so save it all for then." Scott said, rather cruelly. Bobby was taken aback by Scott rudeness, but he soon shoved it off, and began to yawn again in defiance, but this time much louder.
Scott and Bobby were just about to leave, when the Professor called him back again. "Scott," He said, "Please try and get over it. There is a young mutant out there that will need our help, and may be too afraid to ask for it. You will have to show him that its ok to ask for help. Please Scott, try and be as cheerful as you can."
"Of course." Scott said, as he turned around without another word and began to walk again with Bobby toward town.
As they walked Scott's though again drifted to the dream that he had had the night before. He dreamed himself, walking down a dank and cold alley, in some unknown city, not knowing where he was, or what he was doing. He did however know that something was wrong. His clothes were torn, and his hair was ruffled and dirty. He was wearing his visor, which meant that he had been in combat situations, because he didn't wear the visor for everyday life. What was even worse was that the visor was cracked in a few places and it looked as if the ruby glass was only barely able to hold back all the optic force held behind it.
As his dream self continued to walk down the alley, Scott become more and more aware of a very foreboding feeling of the place. It was not like the normal feeling one would have gotten from walking down such a dark alley, but it was something else. Something that seemed almost as if it were con a completely different level. Scott didn't know what it was though. It was like a sharp kind of pulsing pain in his gut. On, and off, and on, and back again, and it was driving him crazy.
"Where are you going?" A voice called from behind the shadows of the alley. The voice seemed very familiar, but Scott couldn't place it.
"Where does it look like I'm going?" Scott would call out, without even knowing why or having any control over himself or how to stop it.
"You're going away." The voice would say, depressed this time.
"Can you blame me?" Scott asked, this time his voice carrying scorn and bitterness this time
"I'm not ready for everyone else to know yet, Scott." The voice said, still sounding very sad.
"You have no choice. You are a monster, and there is no way that you are what she was." Scott shouted.
"Scott, you know, I can't allow you to leave." The voice replied, unfazed by Scott's verbal assault.
"Really, then what do you plan to do about it?" Scott bite back.
"This." The voice said, as someone stepped out of the shadows of the dark. That's when everything would cut out, and the dream would end.
Scott was snapped out of his thoughts however, when Bobby yelled over to him. He had continued to walk down the street, passing up the first bus stop.
"Hello! Earth to Scott you alive in there?" Bobby yelled over to him.
"Oh, Ya Sorry." Scott said, walking over to Bobby's side.
"What's with you today?" Bobby asked. "It isn't any of your business." Scott replied, scornfully.
"All right, all right, sorry boss!" Bobby said.
They had been waiting for about an hour when finally a bus came along, and they boarded it. Soon, they found seats and sat down, analyzing the schedule that they had gotten from the bus attendant. There stop was about four away.
Scott didn't say anything for a while. He was feeling kind of stupid for being so mean to Bobby. He had thought about apologizing for a long moment. He wasn't sure if he should even talk to the teen right now. He seemed pretty pissed off when he had yelled at him, but finally, he had decided that he had too.
"You know what, I'm sorry Bobby."
"It's just, I don't know, ever since Jean died, I really haven't been myself. I don't feel right inside, I can't do anything. I just don't feel like there is any real reason to go on living anymore." Scott said, without looking down at Bobby.
"I am not sure how to make you understand. I guess the closest thing would be fore you to think if Rogue died. What would you feel like then? Cold, Alone? Well that's kind of like how I feel now. Ya know?" Scott said finally looking down at Bobby.
He wanted to slap himself.
During his entire speech, Bobby had been asleep on his shoulder, drooling slightly.
(AN: Another short one. sorry, I'm working on it : ) )
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The Professor had planed for Scott and Bobby to leave early in the morning, as it would be a two-hour bus ride to get the Patterson from Bayville by bus. It was about six in the morning, and the sun was just rising in the sky when Scott came to the front gate. Bobby and the Professor were already there, and Bobby was yawning quite loudly. It was most clear that he was still very much asleep. Scott didn't care about that though, because he just wanted to get this all over with and be done with it.
"Good Morning Scott." The Professor said as Scott arrived before him.
"M'ornin Boss." Bobby said between a rather long yawn.
"Yes." Scott said, half lost in thought.
"Well, you will go into town, and wait at any of the bus stations you see. Here are your tickets." The Professor said, handing Scott an envelope with two bus tickets and a bit of money just in case.
"When you get to Patterson, call me and I will give you the boy's address." Xavier said, finishing.
"All right Professor." Scott replied, not really paying attention. He was preoccupied with a dream he had the night before.
Bobby yawned again, and Scott became annoyed.
"Iceman, can you put a cork in it? You will have plenty of time to sleep on the bus so save it all for then." Scott said, rather cruelly. Bobby was taken aback by Scott rudeness, but he soon shoved it off, and began to yawn again in defiance, but this time much louder.
Scott and Bobby were just about to leave, when the Professor called him back again. "Scott," He said, "Please try and get over it. There is a young mutant out there that will need our help, and may be too afraid to ask for it. You will have to show him that its ok to ask for help. Please Scott, try and be as cheerful as you can."
"Of course." Scott said, as he turned around without another word and began to walk again with Bobby toward town.
As they walked Scott's though again drifted to the dream that he had had the night before. He dreamed himself, walking down a dank and cold alley, in some unknown city, not knowing where he was, or what he was doing. He did however know that something was wrong. His clothes were torn, and his hair was ruffled and dirty. He was wearing his visor, which meant that he had been in combat situations, because he didn't wear the visor for everyday life. What was even worse was that the visor was cracked in a few places and it looked as if the ruby glass was only barely able to hold back all the optic force held behind it.
As his dream self continued to walk down the alley, Scott become more and more aware of a very foreboding feeling of the place. It was not like the normal feeling one would have gotten from walking down such a dark alley, but it was something else. Something that seemed almost as if it were con a completely different level. Scott didn't know what it was though. It was like a sharp kind of pulsing pain in his gut. On, and off, and on, and back again, and it was driving him crazy.
"Where are you going?" A voice called from behind the shadows of the alley. The voice seemed very familiar, but Scott couldn't place it.
"Where does it look like I'm going?" Scott would call out, without even knowing why or having any control over himself or how to stop it.
"You're going away." The voice would say, depressed this time.
"Can you blame me?" Scott asked, this time his voice carrying scorn and bitterness this time
"I'm not ready for everyone else to know yet, Scott." The voice said, still sounding very sad.
"You have no choice. You are a monster, and there is no way that you are what she was." Scott shouted.
"Scott, you know, I can't allow you to leave." The voice replied, unfazed by Scott's verbal assault.
"Really, then what do you plan to do about it?" Scott bite back.
"This." The voice said, as someone stepped out of the shadows of the dark. That's when everything would cut out, and the dream would end.
Scott was snapped out of his thoughts however, when Bobby yelled over to him. He had continued to walk down the street, passing up the first bus stop.
"Hello! Earth to Scott you alive in there?" Bobby yelled over to him.
"Oh, Ya Sorry." Scott said, walking over to Bobby's side.
"What's with you today?" Bobby asked. "It isn't any of your business." Scott replied, scornfully.
"All right, all right, sorry boss!" Bobby said.
They had been waiting for about an hour when finally a bus came along, and they boarded it. Soon, they found seats and sat down, analyzing the schedule that they had gotten from the bus attendant. There stop was about four away.
Scott didn't say anything for a while. He was feeling kind of stupid for being so mean to Bobby. He had thought about apologizing for a long moment. He wasn't sure if he should even talk to the teen right now. He seemed pretty pissed off when he had yelled at him, but finally, he had decided that he had too.
"You know what, I'm sorry Bobby."
"It's just, I don't know, ever since Jean died, I really haven't been myself. I don't feel right inside, I can't do anything. I just don't feel like there is any real reason to go on living anymore." Scott said, without looking down at Bobby.
"I am not sure how to make you understand. I guess the closest thing would be fore you to think if Rogue died. What would you feel like then? Cold, Alone? Well that's kind of like how I feel now. Ya know?" Scott said finally looking down at Bobby.
He wanted to slap himself.
During his entire speech, Bobby had been asleep on his shoulder, drooling slightly.
(AN: Another short one. sorry, I'm working on it : ) )