I wanted a good guy to get hurt. you might think it's a bit sadistic, but
that's the way I am . . . *evil* MUAHAHAHAHAH.
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Chapter 7:
Their first destination was Toronto. There, they could sell the stolen car, and buy another one with the money. It was their first plan because they were scared to be caught by the police. It was night when they arrived in the big city, and they drove to a club, hiding the car in a backalley. They soon found a black man that was interested in the car, and he gave them his blue Mercedes in stead. The man had an instinct telling him that the car was stolen, but he only wanted to sell it for a higher price, so he could make money.
Nathan and Max stayed in Toronto a few weeks, visiting the museums, art expositions, and buildings. They had a great time every day, walking around as people looked at them thinking that they were skipping school. At night, they hung out in nightclubs and discotheques, dancing the night away with girls their age. Nathan started writing to his clients again, and made more money that they used to buy almost everything they liked. In the end of March, Nate bought magnificent matching bracelet and necklace made of rubies, diamonds and sapphires, and sent it to his mother for her birthday. He was sure that she liked it, but he would never see her wear it.
At the beginning of April, they decided to go down in the states, more precisely to New York. They continued their road in the Mercedes, but after a while, they sold it and bought a very nice BMW. Seeing that Max really wasn't going to abandon him, Nathan decided to talk about his criminal activities, knowing that it was best not to hide things from him. He explained who he helped in exchange of what, how he knew how to steal a car and hack computer systems for him to be unreachable. Max sure was impressed, dumbfounded of knowing that the calm and serious boy he knew from kinder garden had grown into an illicit person.
In New York, they paid good seats to see shows on Broadway, ate hot dogs in Central Park, were treated as V.I.P. in nightclubs and went out with the hottest chicks around. They had so much fun, Nathan even sometimes forgot that he was a mutant.
It was paradise, but there fun couldn't last forever: one night, Nathan had to stay at the hotel to prepare things for his clients, and he had sent Max at the 'Five Elements', a club where they liked to hang out. It was almost one in the morning and Max was at the bar, talking to a black haired beauty when he saw four men dressed in similar black suits, leaning on the wall, looking straight at him. He realized that they were the same men that had talked to Nate's parents when they had found out he was a mutant. The MDF guys. He left the girl who walked away furiously, and took out his cell phone. He tried to look casual, but he knew those men were watching him. He dialed Nate's cell number, discretely keeping an eye on the men.
"Nathan, those guys from the Mutant prison are here!" he said, panicking.
"Don't worry," Nathan said. "You're not a mutant, so they won't take you."
"Nate, there walking towards me," Max said, his voice filled with terror.
Before Nathan could tell him what to do, Max had hung up.
Nathan listened to the beeping of his phone, not knowing what to do.
"They won't hurt him," he was thinking, trying to convince himself. "I'm the mutant, not him."
He waited a few minutes without moving, wondering if staying was the right thing. After a while, a very bad feeling came over him and he rushed to the door, taking his trench-coat on the way. He ran into the lobby and took a taxi, since Max had taken the BMW.
He arrived at the club and passed the line of people that were waiting to enter. The muscular man blocking the entrance nodded and let him in, knowing that he was a regular customer that used a lot of money in the club. His boss had especially told him to let him pass the line.
In the club, Nathan could barely see anything as the flashes of light on the dance floor blinded him for an instant, and the volume of the music was so loud. He walked to the bar and called the bartender.
"Hey, did you see a guy my age here something like fifteen minutes ago?" he asked. "Blond hair, tanned skin, leather vest..."
"Yeah!" the bartender shouted to cover the music. "Two guys took him back over there," he said, pointing at a little hallway.
Nathan walked there, not without turning his head a few times to have a better look at some of the girls. In the hallway, he saw that the first door led to the women's bathroom, and the second to the men's bathroom. He entered it, but Max wasn't there, only a few teenagers sniffing drugs.
He walked back to the hallway and continued to walk in it. The noise was less and less strong and there were fewer people too. He ended in front of a big metal door with the red 'exit' sign above it. He opened it, and saw that he was in a backalley. No one was in sight, so he stepped out.
"Max?" he asked in a loud voice, looking at the trash cans, boxes and other trash and junk. A sound was heard from behind a big dump. Nathan walked slowly to it, and accelerated when he recognized Max's vest on the cement, not too far away.
"Max!" Nathan shouted seeing his friend lying on the wet pavement, blood all over his white shirt and on the side of his head.
"They knew I was you friend," he whispered. "They said they didn't like mutant friends."
Nathan checked his pulse. It was low, but stable. He evaluated the damage they had done to him, and it ended up that he had two broken ribs, a broken wrist, deep marks in his neck showing that they had tried to strangle him and had severely been beaten up. Plus, he was loosing way too much blood to Nathan's liking.
"We got to get you back at the hotel," he told his friend. "I can't hold you completely," he continued. "Lean on me and try to walk a little."
Max raised his hand to his elbow and gripped it tight, pulling himself up by also leaning on the wall. Nathan passed his arm around him and half carried, half pulled him to the street, where the BMW was parked.
"Stay with me buddy," he encouraged him. "Were almost there."
He drove like a maniac up to the hotel, and brought him up to their luxurious suite. He dropped him on the sofa, and ran to the bathroom where he got a wet towel. When he came back, Max was on the floor.
"Hey," Nate said. Putting him back on the sofa.
Nathan took half a step back when he looked at his friend's face again. His eyes were red. Completely red, with only the black pupil in the center.
"Nathan, what's happening?" he said, closing his eyes, in a way Nate knew it was painful.
When he opened his eyes again, they were the normal blue color they had always been. "Nathan, I feel weird," he said whispering again. "I can't breathe anymore. It hurts."
Nathan looked under his friend's shirt and saw the big marks and bruises he had. He needed a doctor, and fast.
Nathan ran to the phone, ready to call the hotel to tell them to bring one, but he just dropped the phone when he looked back at his friend. He was now on the floor again, a few inches from the ground, his eyes closed as if he was in a trance.
"Holy shit," he whispered, walking back to his friend.
He knew no normal doctor who would help a mutant.
He touched his friend, and he moved sideways. It was like he was as light as air.
Suddenly, out of no where, a name came to Nathan's mind like a rush of electric current.
Jean Grey.
Nathan took his eyes off his floating friend and ran to his working table. He pushed aside the files about his instructions from his clients and took a red folder in witch he had gathered all his work on mutants. He opened it, passed the first two packs of paper, and opened the third one. He read quickly, going from page to page and stopped his wandering index on a few words: Xavier's school for Gifted Youngsters. Doctor Jean Grey's residence.
A smile formed on his lips as he muttered.
"You'll be fine Max," he said. "She's a doctor who'll help you."
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Well, maybe not fellows! Why say she even *wants* to help you guys? Hun? Euh, she *is*, why am I even saying that? I have to quit on the cranberry juice. It's going to take over me.
Yep. Listen to the little in your head and press on the purple button. If you don't hear the voice, it's not normal, so press the button anyways.
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Chapter 7:
Their first destination was Toronto. There, they could sell the stolen car, and buy another one with the money. It was their first plan because they were scared to be caught by the police. It was night when they arrived in the big city, and they drove to a club, hiding the car in a backalley. They soon found a black man that was interested in the car, and he gave them his blue Mercedes in stead. The man had an instinct telling him that the car was stolen, but he only wanted to sell it for a higher price, so he could make money.
Nathan and Max stayed in Toronto a few weeks, visiting the museums, art expositions, and buildings. They had a great time every day, walking around as people looked at them thinking that they were skipping school. At night, they hung out in nightclubs and discotheques, dancing the night away with girls their age. Nathan started writing to his clients again, and made more money that they used to buy almost everything they liked. In the end of March, Nate bought magnificent matching bracelet and necklace made of rubies, diamonds and sapphires, and sent it to his mother for her birthday. He was sure that she liked it, but he would never see her wear it.
At the beginning of April, they decided to go down in the states, more precisely to New York. They continued their road in the Mercedes, but after a while, they sold it and bought a very nice BMW. Seeing that Max really wasn't going to abandon him, Nathan decided to talk about his criminal activities, knowing that it was best not to hide things from him. He explained who he helped in exchange of what, how he knew how to steal a car and hack computer systems for him to be unreachable. Max sure was impressed, dumbfounded of knowing that the calm and serious boy he knew from kinder garden had grown into an illicit person.
In New York, they paid good seats to see shows on Broadway, ate hot dogs in Central Park, were treated as V.I.P. in nightclubs and went out with the hottest chicks around. They had so much fun, Nathan even sometimes forgot that he was a mutant.
It was paradise, but there fun couldn't last forever: one night, Nathan had to stay at the hotel to prepare things for his clients, and he had sent Max at the 'Five Elements', a club where they liked to hang out. It was almost one in the morning and Max was at the bar, talking to a black haired beauty when he saw four men dressed in similar black suits, leaning on the wall, looking straight at him. He realized that they were the same men that had talked to Nate's parents when they had found out he was a mutant. The MDF guys. He left the girl who walked away furiously, and took out his cell phone. He tried to look casual, but he knew those men were watching him. He dialed Nate's cell number, discretely keeping an eye on the men.
"Nathan, those guys from the Mutant prison are here!" he said, panicking.
"Don't worry," Nathan said. "You're not a mutant, so they won't take you."
"Nate, there walking towards me," Max said, his voice filled with terror.
Before Nathan could tell him what to do, Max had hung up.
Nathan listened to the beeping of his phone, not knowing what to do.
"They won't hurt him," he was thinking, trying to convince himself. "I'm the mutant, not him."
He waited a few minutes without moving, wondering if staying was the right thing. After a while, a very bad feeling came over him and he rushed to the door, taking his trench-coat on the way. He ran into the lobby and took a taxi, since Max had taken the BMW.
He arrived at the club and passed the line of people that were waiting to enter. The muscular man blocking the entrance nodded and let him in, knowing that he was a regular customer that used a lot of money in the club. His boss had especially told him to let him pass the line.
In the club, Nathan could barely see anything as the flashes of light on the dance floor blinded him for an instant, and the volume of the music was so loud. He walked to the bar and called the bartender.
"Hey, did you see a guy my age here something like fifteen minutes ago?" he asked. "Blond hair, tanned skin, leather vest..."
"Yeah!" the bartender shouted to cover the music. "Two guys took him back over there," he said, pointing at a little hallway.
Nathan walked there, not without turning his head a few times to have a better look at some of the girls. In the hallway, he saw that the first door led to the women's bathroom, and the second to the men's bathroom. He entered it, but Max wasn't there, only a few teenagers sniffing drugs.
He walked back to the hallway and continued to walk in it. The noise was less and less strong and there were fewer people too. He ended in front of a big metal door with the red 'exit' sign above it. He opened it, and saw that he was in a backalley. No one was in sight, so he stepped out.
"Max?" he asked in a loud voice, looking at the trash cans, boxes and other trash and junk. A sound was heard from behind a big dump. Nathan walked slowly to it, and accelerated when he recognized Max's vest on the cement, not too far away.
"Max!" Nathan shouted seeing his friend lying on the wet pavement, blood all over his white shirt and on the side of his head.
"They knew I was you friend," he whispered. "They said they didn't like mutant friends."
Nathan checked his pulse. It was low, but stable. He evaluated the damage they had done to him, and it ended up that he had two broken ribs, a broken wrist, deep marks in his neck showing that they had tried to strangle him and had severely been beaten up. Plus, he was loosing way too much blood to Nathan's liking.
"We got to get you back at the hotel," he told his friend. "I can't hold you completely," he continued. "Lean on me and try to walk a little."
Max raised his hand to his elbow and gripped it tight, pulling himself up by also leaning on the wall. Nathan passed his arm around him and half carried, half pulled him to the street, where the BMW was parked.
"Stay with me buddy," he encouraged him. "Were almost there."
He drove like a maniac up to the hotel, and brought him up to their luxurious suite. He dropped him on the sofa, and ran to the bathroom where he got a wet towel. When he came back, Max was on the floor.
"Hey," Nate said. Putting him back on the sofa.
Nathan took half a step back when he looked at his friend's face again. His eyes were red. Completely red, with only the black pupil in the center.
"Nathan, what's happening?" he said, closing his eyes, in a way Nate knew it was painful.
When he opened his eyes again, they were the normal blue color they had always been. "Nathan, I feel weird," he said whispering again. "I can't breathe anymore. It hurts."
Nathan looked under his friend's shirt and saw the big marks and bruises he had. He needed a doctor, and fast.
Nathan ran to the phone, ready to call the hotel to tell them to bring one, but he just dropped the phone when he looked back at his friend. He was now on the floor again, a few inches from the ground, his eyes closed as if he was in a trance.
"Holy shit," he whispered, walking back to his friend.
He knew no normal doctor who would help a mutant.
He touched his friend, and he moved sideways. It was like he was as light as air.
Suddenly, out of no where, a name came to Nathan's mind like a rush of electric current.
Jean Grey.
Nathan took his eyes off his floating friend and ran to his working table. He pushed aside the files about his instructions from his clients and took a red folder in witch he had gathered all his work on mutants. He opened it, passed the first two packs of paper, and opened the third one. He read quickly, going from page to page and stopped his wandering index on a few words: Xavier's school for Gifted Youngsters. Doctor Jean Grey's residence.
A smile formed on his lips as he muttered.
"You'll be fine Max," he said. "She's a doctor who'll help you."
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Well, maybe not fellows! Why say she even *wants* to help you guys? Hun? Euh, she *is*, why am I even saying that? I have to quit on the cranberry juice. It's going to take over me.
Yep. Listen to the little in your head and press on the purple button. If you don't hear the voice, it's not normal, so press the button anyways.