I am soooo sorry for having taken this much time to update! I was kinda busy with other fics, and I still thought this wasn't going to go anywhere . . . so if you want this to go on, give me ideas!!

So here are my thank yous for my reviewers who were waiting for this chapter!

JustandalwaysMo: I know, this story has no point . . . I have no idea what I'm going to do with it, but I continue it, just to pass time.

Victoria Wolf: I don't know why but I don't think I'm going to make *long* chapters to this story (but I am going to continue it . . .)

Bob: Thank you!! I love it when people show me mistakes like THAT.

Agentpippin: thanx!

Webster: well . . . here it is!

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Nightmare had a wide smile plastered to his face as he marched down the hall, searching for Logan. After about ten minutes of searching, he caught a familiar sent, and started to follow it. He arrived in the kitchen, not to his surprise and heard his friend welcome him.

"Hey, Dim," Logan exclaimed, taking a sip of his beer. Dim was his pet name for Nightmare, since he was uncomfortable with the name Nightmare. He had chosen Dim, because he didn't just want to call him 'kid' like he did to the other youngsters. It was the same for Rogue, since he rarely called her that, preferring Marie, mainly because he was the only one 'allowed' calling her by her real name.

"I need to talk to you," Nightmare said, rather too loud since he heard Logan drop his beer bottle, probably covering his ears. He cursed, unwillingly making Nightmare's smile disappear.

"Yeah, just one second," Logan said. "I need something strong."

Nightmare heard him walk out of the room, and he followed. He now thought that he was in a private common room or something. The floor was covered by a thick carpet and the ceiling seemed to be pretty high too. Shawn could feel sunshine on his face, and so imagined seeing very high and thin windows on the side of the wall. They probably covered the wall's whole length. There were probably curtains, Shawn imagined. And they maybe matched the carpet. Walking around a little, he felt armchairs and sofas, and sometimes tables, everywhere in the room. It was definitely a common room.

He followed Logan's footsteps and felt him stop in front of a rather large- seeming piece of furniture. Shawn heard the sound of a lock, and the sound of glasses touching together. Now he understood. He wanted something to drink.

There was a moment of silence as he gulped down the liquid. He sighed after putting down his glass.

"So, what do you want to tell me?" Logan said, visibly smiling a little.

"I'm a student," Shawn whispered, Logan barely catching his words.

"Good!" Logan said somewhat enthusiastically.

"I want to control my power," he whispered again, and to this, Logan frowned, glad the boy couldn't see. He doubted the boy would control his power one day. It was too strong.

"Can you show me the dorms?" the boy continued.

"Yeah, sure," Logan answered quickly. "This way."

Logan brought Nightmare up to the dorm in which he was supposed to stay, also where Bobby and John were staying. They looked at Nightmare oddly as he and Logan entered.

"Hey'a kids," Logan said, something menacing in his voice. "This is your new roommate. His name's Nightmare. I don't advise you to touch him or try to make him talk, or see you. We don't want stupid kids going down to the mad lab every few hours or so."

With that, he was walking out the room, closing the door behind him. There was a long moment of awkward silence.

"So, ya can't talk, see, touch or think," John said finally.

Nightmare shook his head, bringing down his hood. He heard the second boy grunt.

"First, you need to get rid of those rags," he heard him say. "Tell us what you want to wear. You can't go to class like that."

"Tell?" John whispered to his friend reminded.

"Oh, I mean, write it down or something," Bobby said.

Shawn smiled and took out a piece of paper from one of his pockets, writing down that he liked more gothic type of clothes. He held it in front of him, and felt one of the boys take it. He guessed Pyro.

"Gothic, hun?" Bobby said, walking to one of the cupboards.

Nightmare shook his hand, indicating 'so-so'. He waited a few moments and felt something strange get into the room, but it wasn't a person. It was more . . . like something in the air. He leaned down, as if he was being tracked.

"That's just the professor," Pyro said, seeing Nightmare act the way he did. "He just explained me your mutation."

Shawn relaxed and sat on the bed in front of him.

"Well you can go into the bathroom," Bobby said, coming back. "Nothing alive is in there, so you could open your eyes, clean up and get dressed with this."

Nightmare took the pile of clothes he was being handed and was directed to the toilet door. He was about to mutter thanks, but knew better. He simply smiled, and John and Bobby understood. He shut the door and only then he dared to open his eyes. There was a flash of bluish light, then nothing. Passing his hand on the side of the wall, he found the light switched and flicked it up.

Looking down at the clothes Bobby had given him, he found black jean pants, a belt with a funky silver symbol for attach, a black shirt to which the sleeves had been cut off and a leather jacket that had probably belonged to someone before, even if it was in a very good state.

He then walked to the glass and it was then he understood what Bobby meant by he was wearing 'rags', because they truly were drapes, dirty, holed, stretched . . . and just plain bad looking. He gladly took them off and immediately slipped into the shower. He turned on the taps and as delighted to be able to feel the freezing cold water contact his skin. He turned on the hot tap, found some shampoo and soap that he gladly used.

After a good twenty minutes, he had forced to get out of the shower because there was no more hot water. At least he was clean.

After having dried up, he took a pair of scissors and walked to the glass. His hair was a bit long, and weren't in a healthy shape, and so he started to cut off the tips. He was actually very good in manipulating scissors, and at the end, it didn't look like a hacked up job at all.

He got dressed with the clothes that he had been given, and put his 'rags' directly into the garbage. He had made sure he had taken out everything from the pockets before doing so, and placed his few papers, pencil and other items in his new jacket's pockets. He also tied a red band around his eyes, and slipped on his leather gloves.

Before exiting, he placed a couple of bracelets around his arms and a chain around his neck. At the end of it could be seen dangling the miniature of a moon, in which the face of a wolf was reflected in, howling to the moon.

Well, he was much less repulsive like that now.

Opening the door, he felt John and Bobby watching him for a couple of seconds, before one of them spoke.

"Well, that's much better," John said.

"Now we'll go to the Danger Room," Bobby said, getting up from wherever he was sitting. "The professor wanted you to try a visor or something."

Nightmare smiled widely, following the two boys out. Walking down the hall, he tried to stop himself from crawling on the floor, even though he felt much more comfortable that way. He kept one of his hands on the wall, guided by John's voice who was talking about a new program in history they were all going to receive.

Not too long after, they arrived in front of a large metal door that they all passed. Shawn sensed the professor and another person, not too far away.

"Ah, hello boys," he said, in his normal friendly tone. "Now, Shawn, would you please walk up to me."

Nightmare obeyed, hearing the door open behind him. He immediately sensed it was the three people he had sensed when he had first arrived. The first one was miss Grey, the second was the man and the last one was the other woman.

"Ah, here are Jean Grey, Scott Summers and Ororo Munroe," the professor said, seeing Shawn turn around in their direction. "Now I'd like you to meet Fey, one of my students. She can control vegetation."

"Hey," he heard the girl say, and he nodded in response.

"I'd like to see how far your mutation works," the professor said. "For that, I asked Fey to fill the room with vegetation. We are going to step back, and I'd like you to open your eyes in the other direction."

Shawn shrugged in displeasure, but couldn't argue: it would kill the professor and the others.

"Now, hear my voice, and see where we all are," the professor continued, moving towards the wall and the others. "Turn to the other direction, and open your eyes."

Xavier knew Shawn wasn't enjoying this at all, but there was no other way of seeing how his mutation was.

Shawn made a few steps forward and brought his hands to the back of his neck, untying the knot keeping the ribbon on his eyes. It fell in his hands, but he kept hie eyes shut for another few seconds before opening his eyes.

There was a flash of intense blue light, and soon, he saw the plants in front of him. They were so beautiful, vines climbing on the walls, exotic flowers everywhere, and greenery he had never seen before. He only had half a second to admire all that beautiful vegetation, before the plants in front of him started to die. The leaves shrivelled up and were almost turned to dust, the flower petals fell to the floor and soon disappeared, and all that green turned into a mushy brown, as everything died. Absolutely everything. Hundreds, maybe even a few thousands of plants just died on the spot, without a word said; only a bright blue light.

Shawn shut his eyes painfully. It was all gone. It was all black. He was back to his darkness. To his eternal obscurity.

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I'm working on chapter 8, I'm working on it . . .