This is a small chapter, but the next one is coming pretty soon (I say
small as in nothing really important happens). It's because I'm a little
crazy. I have something like five fics I'm working on at the same time. You
can help me if you want. To do this, just review.
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Chapter 5:
Walking down the hallway, Nightmare made sure that he was going the right way by keeping his hand on the wall. That way, he could feel his way to the elevator. Before getting in it, he made sure the hall was completely empty, by listening for sounds.
After a few seconds of hearing, he quickly entered the elevator and pressed on the first button, to go to the first lower level. He could feel that there were a few other buttons under it, but had no idea where they could bring him.
The door opened and he sensed that no one was near. He jumped to the floor, and, this way, felt everything, and knew where everything was. There was nothing in the hallway, but he crawled to one end, and met a door. No one was behind it, and so he decided to open it.
After only a few seconds in this room, he knew it was the one he liked the most. There was no sound to be heard. Not one. He smiled to himself, enjoying this moment of peace. He got on his two legs and made a few steps forward. He sensed there was something big in the middle of the room. After a dozen other steps, he nearly hit a hard surface. His hands passed on its side, and he deducted it was an aircraft.
He waited in the room in silence, and finally, seeing that absolutely no one was coming in, he decided to open his eyes.
Uncertainly, he took off his gloves and lowered the hood covering his face. He took off the black material covering his eyes and mouth, and after a few seconds of reflection, he opened his eyes.
There was a big flash of blue light, then nothing. Nightmare kept his eyes open and his vision adapted itself to the light in the room. No living thing was in the room, so it was totally safe for him to open his eyes. He couldn't harm anyone.
Nightmare walked around the jet, admiring its beautiful shape. He stopped on one of the sides, seeing his reflection in it. His eyes looked normal, except for their extraordinary blueness. Quickly, he passed his hand in his jet black hair, trying to smooth it down, even if he knew it was an impossible task.
He sighed deeply, smiled weakly to his reflection and closed his eyes as he passed the black band of material in front of them. He raised his hood and walked to the door. He opened it, walked out, ready to go see this doctor Logan had told him about.
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Jean stretched, and leaned on the med lab's counter. She turned a couple of note-filled papers and arrived in front of a blank sheet of paper. It was an identification paper. Quickly, she passed in front of the birth date and real name, and wrote in the 'alias' square, Nightmare. She heard the door opened and she turned around. She smiled seeing the boy entering. "Nice to see you, Nightmare," she said in a friendly tone. "Sit on the med table . . . to your left." Nightmare walked in the designated direction, found the table and sat on its ledge. "Can you try and talk to me?" Jean asked, walking to him. "It's painful for you," Nightmare whispered as Jean grimaced and felt a white hot pain in her head, mostly in her ears. She rubbed her temples, and sighed. "Talk to me about your mutation, in your words," Jean asked, trying to ignore the pain in her head.
Nightmare seemed lightly surprised, but obeyed, talking slowly and lowly.
"It started about a year ago," he whispered. "I got very nervous while doing a school presentation in front of a big part of my village, and I sort of spoke, and people started screaming and yelling in pain. After that, it was the touch that started hurting people, then my eyes. Later on, I realized that I could hurt people by thinking of them too."
Jean brought her hands to her forehead, and made a step back.
"You definitely have to get to know how to control your mutation," she said, rubbing her head. "Approximately how much people did you get to talk to, after discovering your mutation?"
"Two," Nightmare said without hesitating. "Logan, you."
Jean's eyes widened, visible stupefied.
"Has there ever been an accident of some sort, concerning you're mutation?"
"Yes, but I'd rather not talk about that," the boy whispered.
Jean understood.
"Okay, now, let me see you're face," she said, making Nightmare make a movement backwards.
"No," he said, a bit louder than a whisper, aware that he was going to give Jean another mind ache.
Jean walked to the counter opened a little drawer and pulled out a small bottle of aspirins. She opened it, took two out and swallowed them without the help of water.
"Yes you are, young man," she said, walking back to him. "I need to give you a medical exam, not an oral exam."
Nightmare sighed deeply, reluctantly taking off his hood and taking off the piece of material covering his face, closing his eyes tightly. Jean's face was filled with pity at the sight of that, his tightly closed eyes making her think of Scott when he had first arrived to see the professor.
She used her power to bring gloves to her, and slid them on. She was surprised by the high jump he made when her gloved hands touched the side of his face.
"Relax," she whispered, sensing him so tense.
Slowly, she felt him do so, and she was able to touch his face again.
"Funny," she said to herself.
"What is?" the boy asked, sensing her passing her gloved hands on his cheek.
"Well, you're skin is not like Rogue's," she said. "She's one of our students who absorb's people's abilities and memories through skin to skin contact. You don't absorb their abilities, I think you steal their energy."
The boy grunted. He felt her pass her hands on his eyes.
"You're eyes kill?" she asked.
She received an aprobative grunt for an answer.
"What have you killed to date?" she asked, unsure of she really wanted to know.
"Many people, animals and even plants," he whispered sadly.
Jean didn't react.
"I should stop talking now," the boy whispered.
"Okay," she said. "Now, tomorrow, we'll do these exercises with your mutation."
Nightmare jumped five feet away.
"Relax!" Jean whispered. "They're exercises for you to control your mutation. We won't make you kill anything."
Nightmare sighed.
"Now, go see the professor," Jean said. "He'll tell you everything you need to know about your stay here."
"Where?" Nightmare simply asked, sensing that he wasn't controlling his voice very well anymore.
"Second floor, first door you meet to your left," Jean said. "He'll help you find it with his power. It's mind reading, so he can talk to you."
Nightmare left the room, crawling on the floor again. The second he was out, Jean walked to the counter again, took out the bottle of aspirins and took five in a row.
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Guess what, I'll make you a deal: you review, I send in the next chapter . . . HA!
(
Never mind . . .
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Chapter 5:
Walking down the hallway, Nightmare made sure that he was going the right way by keeping his hand on the wall. That way, he could feel his way to the elevator. Before getting in it, he made sure the hall was completely empty, by listening for sounds.
After a few seconds of hearing, he quickly entered the elevator and pressed on the first button, to go to the first lower level. He could feel that there were a few other buttons under it, but had no idea where they could bring him.
The door opened and he sensed that no one was near. He jumped to the floor, and, this way, felt everything, and knew where everything was. There was nothing in the hallway, but he crawled to one end, and met a door. No one was behind it, and so he decided to open it.
After only a few seconds in this room, he knew it was the one he liked the most. There was no sound to be heard. Not one. He smiled to himself, enjoying this moment of peace. He got on his two legs and made a few steps forward. He sensed there was something big in the middle of the room. After a dozen other steps, he nearly hit a hard surface. His hands passed on its side, and he deducted it was an aircraft.
He waited in the room in silence, and finally, seeing that absolutely no one was coming in, he decided to open his eyes.
Uncertainly, he took off his gloves and lowered the hood covering his face. He took off the black material covering his eyes and mouth, and after a few seconds of reflection, he opened his eyes.
There was a big flash of blue light, then nothing. Nightmare kept his eyes open and his vision adapted itself to the light in the room. No living thing was in the room, so it was totally safe for him to open his eyes. He couldn't harm anyone.
Nightmare walked around the jet, admiring its beautiful shape. He stopped on one of the sides, seeing his reflection in it. His eyes looked normal, except for their extraordinary blueness. Quickly, he passed his hand in his jet black hair, trying to smooth it down, even if he knew it was an impossible task.
He sighed deeply, smiled weakly to his reflection and closed his eyes as he passed the black band of material in front of them. He raised his hood and walked to the door. He opened it, walked out, ready to go see this doctor Logan had told him about.
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Jean stretched, and leaned on the med lab's counter. She turned a couple of note-filled papers and arrived in front of a blank sheet of paper. It was an identification paper. Quickly, she passed in front of the birth date and real name, and wrote in the 'alias' square, Nightmare. She heard the door opened and she turned around. She smiled seeing the boy entering. "Nice to see you, Nightmare," she said in a friendly tone. "Sit on the med table . . . to your left." Nightmare walked in the designated direction, found the table and sat on its ledge. "Can you try and talk to me?" Jean asked, walking to him. "It's painful for you," Nightmare whispered as Jean grimaced and felt a white hot pain in her head, mostly in her ears. She rubbed her temples, and sighed. "Talk to me about your mutation, in your words," Jean asked, trying to ignore the pain in her head.
Nightmare seemed lightly surprised, but obeyed, talking slowly and lowly.
"It started about a year ago," he whispered. "I got very nervous while doing a school presentation in front of a big part of my village, and I sort of spoke, and people started screaming and yelling in pain. After that, it was the touch that started hurting people, then my eyes. Later on, I realized that I could hurt people by thinking of them too."
Jean brought her hands to her forehead, and made a step back.
"You definitely have to get to know how to control your mutation," she said, rubbing her head. "Approximately how much people did you get to talk to, after discovering your mutation?"
"Two," Nightmare said without hesitating. "Logan, you."
Jean's eyes widened, visible stupefied.
"Has there ever been an accident of some sort, concerning you're mutation?"
"Yes, but I'd rather not talk about that," the boy whispered.
Jean understood.
"Okay, now, let me see you're face," she said, making Nightmare make a movement backwards.
"No," he said, a bit louder than a whisper, aware that he was going to give Jean another mind ache.
Jean walked to the counter opened a little drawer and pulled out a small bottle of aspirins. She opened it, took two out and swallowed them without the help of water.
"Yes you are, young man," she said, walking back to him. "I need to give you a medical exam, not an oral exam."
Nightmare sighed deeply, reluctantly taking off his hood and taking off the piece of material covering his face, closing his eyes tightly. Jean's face was filled with pity at the sight of that, his tightly closed eyes making her think of Scott when he had first arrived to see the professor.
She used her power to bring gloves to her, and slid them on. She was surprised by the high jump he made when her gloved hands touched the side of his face.
"Relax," she whispered, sensing him so tense.
Slowly, she felt him do so, and she was able to touch his face again.
"Funny," she said to herself.
"What is?" the boy asked, sensing her passing her gloved hands on his cheek.
"Well, you're skin is not like Rogue's," she said. "She's one of our students who absorb's people's abilities and memories through skin to skin contact. You don't absorb their abilities, I think you steal their energy."
The boy grunted. He felt her pass her hands on his eyes.
"You're eyes kill?" she asked.
She received an aprobative grunt for an answer.
"What have you killed to date?" she asked, unsure of she really wanted to know.
"Many people, animals and even plants," he whispered sadly.
Jean didn't react.
"I should stop talking now," the boy whispered.
"Okay," she said. "Now, tomorrow, we'll do these exercises with your mutation."
Nightmare jumped five feet away.
"Relax!" Jean whispered. "They're exercises for you to control your mutation. We won't make you kill anything."
Nightmare sighed.
"Now, go see the professor," Jean said. "He'll tell you everything you need to know about your stay here."
"Where?" Nightmare simply asked, sensing that he wasn't controlling his voice very well anymore.
"Second floor, first door you meet to your left," Jean said. "He'll help you find it with his power. It's mind reading, so he can talk to you."
Nightmare left the room, crawling on the floor again. The second he was out, Jean walked to the counter again, took out the bottle of aspirins and took five in a row.
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Guess what, I'll make you a deal: you review, I send in the next chapter . . . HA!
(
Never mind . . .
