Before trouble, something has to announce that there's going to be trouble.
Right.
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Chapter 14: The Voice
Jean woke up the next morning and got dressed. Scott, her husband, was still sleeping in bed when she walked out her room and down the hall, towards the med lab to check on Max. His health had been shaky after the operation but he was getting better and better. She opened the big metal door and turned on the light. Max was in a little room right next to the lab. He slept there and was kept plugged to IV tubes to insure that he had enough vitamins and minerals.
Jean didn't wake him up just yet, knowing that it was just six in the morning.
She walked to the analyzing machine and ripped the paper that was dangling from one side. She put it on the counter without reading it yet, then walked to the other machines to turn them on. What she really wanted right now was a good cup of coffee. She turned on the coffee machine that was in the little kitchen next to the lab with her power, and continued looking at the machines' results about Max's health.
When she had first saw him in the car, she had been afraid that there wasn't anything she could do to save him, but she had been wrong, and she was glad about it.
She heard Max get up from his bed and walk out of his room. She saluted him and he saluted her back, wishing her a good morning. She checked his ribs and told him that he in good enough health to go back up stairs. His face illuminated when she said so.
"Thank you!" he said, half running back to his room to pack his suitcase. Jean helped him bring his things in a room next to Nathan's and then went to the kitchen to see Storm who had definitely woken since the grey sky outside had become cloud-free and a radiant sun shone. Logan was also up, fixing things in the garage. He always went there in the morning.
Jean ate her breakfast with the early-bird students and then went on to other occupations. She had totally forgotten the sheet of paper on the counter in the med lab.
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"Nate, wake up!" Max said, banging on his bedroom door.
Sick of waiting for an answer, he opened the door and walked in. A fain smile appeared on his lips as he recognized his friend's tidiness: everything was clean and well placed.
He noticed that his laptop was on, on his desk and the piles of paper neatly placed on either side. A picture of Nate's parents was on top of one. Absolutely nothing was out of place.
"Nathan, are you there?" he asked, walking around.
No one was in the bathroom and Nate wasn't the kind of guy to hide under the bed, so Max opted for the window. He knew his friend liked solitude in high places and he especially liked rooftops.
He pushed the already open window and peeked outside. Summer was already here.
The trees had already their leaves, the flowers were blossoming, ignoring the very small and dirty patches of snow laying here and there on the grounds, trying to make winter last longer. Max evaluated that it was around twenty degrees outside. He peeked on the side of the window and saw his friend sitting there, holding his knees to his chest. He was wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt. It looked as if he hadn't slept properly for days.
"What is it, Nate?" he said, stepping over the widow sill, onto the roof.
He walked insecurely on the dew covered roof tiles and sat next to his friend.
Nathan said nothing, almost ignoring his friend, just looking in front of him, playing with his earring with one hand and holding his knees to his chest with the other.
"I hear it," he whispered finally, without looking at Max. "The voice."
"Nate, what voice? What are you talking about?"
"It's stronger," he continued whispering. "It's hard to control but I can, you know. I can be strong."
"Nathan, I think we need to go see the professor," Max said, worried.
"What do I do when it's stronger?" Nate asked to no one. "I didn't want them to hurt you Max. They came back, and then, it was much stronger than me. The voice. I don't want to let it win again. I don't want to accept it."
"Okay, now we're really going to see the professor," Max said, getting up.
"Max?" Nate asked, with a normal tone. "Do you fly yet?"
Max looked at him, wondering where the conversation was going.
"No, not yet," he said.
"We'll have to find you a nice alias, you know," Nate continued. "Do you have any ideas?"
"I was thinking something like cloud or wind," Max said, sitting back down. "And you?"
"Me?" Nate asked, still not looking at his friend. "I . . . I'm a werewolf."
"Werewolf? That's nice," Max said. "I'll call you Wolf, for short."
Nathan smiled sadly.
"Sure," he said. "That's my name. That's what I am."
"Nathan, are you sure you're okay?" Max asked, uncertain. "You've looked awful since we've arrived here. What is it?"
"Nothing, nothing," Nathan said, looking away. "What do you think of this place?"
"Nathan, you're changing the subject again. Tell me why you're like this. Talk to me! We always used to talk."
Nathan shook his head.
"No. I don't want to talk about it. The voice is going to change my mind."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Max said furiously as he jumped back to the window and inside Nathan's room.
Nathan took his eyes off the sky in front of him and looked down at the window. His eyes glowed a dark color of amethyst and his hair seemed darker for half a second. A faint smile curved his lips, showing a particularly pointy fang. Less than a minute later, Nate was himself again, a sad look on his face as he looked back at the sky.
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Nathan's going mad!!!! Review, come on, I want to know what you think of that! I need reviews to send in the next chapter!!!! He, he.
For the people who reviewed, thank you very much. I'm sorry for the paragraph thing that went beserk, its because I had compressed by writing before sending it. Sorry.
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Chapter 14: The Voice
Jean woke up the next morning and got dressed. Scott, her husband, was still sleeping in bed when she walked out her room and down the hall, towards the med lab to check on Max. His health had been shaky after the operation but he was getting better and better. She opened the big metal door and turned on the light. Max was in a little room right next to the lab. He slept there and was kept plugged to IV tubes to insure that he had enough vitamins and minerals.
Jean didn't wake him up just yet, knowing that it was just six in the morning.
She walked to the analyzing machine and ripped the paper that was dangling from one side. She put it on the counter without reading it yet, then walked to the other machines to turn them on. What she really wanted right now was a good cup of coffee. She turned on the coffee machine that was in the little kitchen next to the lab with her power, and continued looking at the machines' results about Max's health.
When she had first saw him in the car, she had been afraid that there wasn't anything she could do to save him, but she had been wrong, and she was glad about it.
She heard Max get up from his bed and walk out of his room. She saluted him and he saluted her back, wishing her a good morning. She checked his ribs and told him that he in good enough health to go back up stairs. His face illuminated when she said so.
"Thank you!" he said, half running back to his room to pack his suitcase. Jean helped him bring his things in a room next to Nathan's and then went to the kitchen to see Storm who had definitely woken since the grey sky outside had become cloud-free and a radiant sun shone. Logan was also up, fixing things in the garage. He always went there in the morning.
Jean ate her breakfast with the early-bird students and then went on to other occupations. She had totally forgotten the sheet of paper on the counter in the med lab.
~~~
"Nate, wake up!" Max said, banging on his bedroom door.
Sick of waiting for an answer, he opened the door and walked in. A fain smile appeared on his lips as he recognized his friend's tidiness: everything was clean and well placed.
He noticed that his laptop was on, on his desk and the piles of paper neatly placed on either side. A picture of Nate's parents was on top of one. Absolutely nothing was out of place.
"Nathan, are you there?" he asked, walking around.
No one was in the bathroom and Nate wasn't the kind of guy to hide under the bed, so Max opted for the window. He knew his friend liked solitude in high places and he especially liked rooftops.
He pushed the already open window and peeked outside. Summer was already here.
The trees had already their leaves, the flowers were blossoming, ignoring the very small and dirty patches of snow laying here and there on the grounds, trying to make winter last longer. Max evaluated that it was around twenty degrees outside. He peeked on the side of the window and saw his friend sitting there, holding his knees to his chest. He was wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt. It looked as if he hadn't slept properly for days.
"What is it, Nate?" he said, stepping over the widow sill, onto the roof.
He walked insecurely on the dew covered roof tiles and sat next to his friend.
Nathan said nothing, almost ignoring his friend, just looking in front of him, playing with his earring with one hand and holding his knees to his chest with the other.
"I hear it," he whispered finally, without looking at Max. "The voice."
"Nate, what voice? What are you talking about?"
"It's stronger," he continued whispering. "It's hard to control but I can, you know. I can be strong."
"Nathan, I think we need to go see the professor," Max said, worried.
"What do I do when it's stronger?" Nate asked to no one. "I didn't want them to hurt you Max. They came back, and then, it was much stronger than me. The voice. I don't want to let it win again. I don't want to accept it."
"Okay, now we're really going to see the professor," Max said, getting up.
"Max?" Nate asked, with a normal tone. "Do you fly yet?"
Max looked at him, wondering where the conversation was going.
"No, not yet," he said.
"We'll have to find you a nice alias, you know," Nate continued. "Do you have any ideas?"
"I was thinking something like cloud or wind," Max said, sitting back down. "And you?"
"Me?" Nate asked, still not looking at his friend. "I . . . I'm a werewolf."
"Werewolf? That's nice," Max said. "I'll call you Wolf, for short."
Nathan smiled sadly.
"Sure," he said. "That's my name. That's what I am."
"Nathan, are you sure you're okay?" Max asked, uncertain. "You've looked awful since we've arrived here. What is it?"
"Nothing, nothing," Nathan said, looking away. "What do you think of this place?"
"Nathan, you're changing the subject again. Tell me why you're like this. Talk to me! We always used to talk."
Nathan shook his head.
"No. I don't want to talk about it. The voice is going to change my mind."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Max said furiously as he jumped back to the window and inside Nathan's room.
Nathan took his eyes off the sky in front of him and looked down at the window. His eyes glowed a dark color of amethyst and his hair seemed darker for half a second. A faint smile curved his lips, showing a particularly pointy fang. Less than a minute later, Nate was himself again, a sad look on his face as he looked back at the sky.
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Nathan's going mad!!!! Review, come on, I want to know what you think of that! I need reviews to send in the next chapter!!!! He, he.
For the people who reviewed, thank you very much. I'm sorry for the paragraph thing that went beserk, its because I had compressed by writing before sending it. Sorry.