I hope you like this chapter, because I do . . . think trouble.
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Chapter 16:
They took the elevator and descended to the lower levels. They walked into the medical lab and Logan pulled one of the medical beds in the middle of the room for Jean and the professor. Jean had suggested the table with security straps but the Professor had explained that it would make him nervous.
About five minutes later, Scott entered, following closely Nathan. The boy was wearing baggy jeans, a black shirt and had his trench coat on. He looked as tiered as ever and pulled himself slowly into the med lab. His eyes widened and he stopped as he saw the people around the medical table.
"Don't worry Nathan," the professor said. "We're not going to harm you."
Nathan backed up one step but met Scott blocking his way. Now he was really uneasy.
"What's going on?" he asked in a shaky voice, combating the tiredness.
"We're here to help you Nathan," Jean said. "We want to try and take that voice in your head away."
Nathan relaxed for a moment, but it quickly disappeared under a weight of fear.
"No! It's going to get me!" he said with fear. "I'm not aloud to let it win."
"What's the point of fighting against it?" the professor said. "We just want to tell it not to fight you."
Nathan looked very tense, but walked forward.
"Just lay on that table," Jean said. "We're going to go in your mind to see what's going on with that voice."
Nathan nodded and sat on the table, looking at the professor in the eyes before he did so.
"Just stay calm," Jean said as she settled into a chair near his head.
The professor was in front of her, and he gave her the signal. They entered Nathan's mind, Jean on his sanity's side, the professor on the voice's side. She could hear the professor talking to Nathan's second self.
She 'walked' to the wall contouring the box in which Nathan's secrets were hidden. Her mind pushed against it, but it didn't budge. She had to repeat it many times before his strong mental shields started to fail him. She could see through it, see photographs of people, his clients. There were papers everywhere, student awards from school, books, many books about science. His thoughts were based on logic. Everything had to be logical for him, that's why he didn't accept being a mutant. She searched in that part of his mind, finding memories of his life. His parents, the basketball team he led to victory at every match, his training at the dojo, the fight that had triggered his mutation. All was there. She looked on one of the sides of his mental 'box' and saw a door, leading to his second self. She walked to it, tried to turn the handle, but it was burning. She used her mental force to open it, and when she did, the wall around his mind disappeared. She saw Nathan's second self, a cold blooded killer, revengeful, protective, angry and the hate towards humanity that built his strength. All was black on this side of his mind. Fire and blood everywhere. The professor was there, talking to him. This second self was listening, until Jean entered his side. An earthquake in Nathan's mind built up as an evil smile spread on his lips.
Jean and the professor were forced out of his mind.
"Oh, dear," the professor exclaimed. "Logan the tranquilizer gun! Use it!"
Logan took the weapon and directed it at Nathan's arm. He was about to shoot when suddenly Nathan jumped off the table faster than you can blink. His movement pushed the table backwards, making an awful noise on the tiled floor. The sedative dart zoomed into the table.
Scott brought his hand to his visor and set it to the most minimal force, to wanting to hurt Nathan too much. The blast he could give would only throw him to the ground. He turned to Nate who was on his left and was going to shoot, but he was taken aback by the boy's sudden change of appearance.
His hair was lightly longer and almost jet black. The blue tips were that way more pronounced. His pointy ears gave him excellent hearing. His skin was more tanned and scars appeared on it. All of them were astonished to see a particularly long scar forming in his neck. It was like seeing Logan with his healing power, except the other way around. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he reopened them, they were that crazy shade of amethyst again. He made an upside down somersault towards Scott, but instead of hitting him with his feet in the chest like Cyclops expected, he crumpled himself to the grown on his hands and on one knee and passed his other leg under him, making him fall backwards. Before Scott even touched the ground, Nathan had jumped from his place and was now on the lab's counter, behind Storm. She turned around, her eyes filled with panic.
Nathan was still on his hands and one knee. He growled towards Ororo, but it was directed for Logan, who was two meters away behind her. His fangs were showing clearly now. He pounced passing above Storm but was stopped in mid air by Jean. He was hard to control because he kept moving, but she was doing the best she could.
"Don't let him move!" the professor shouted.
Jean was leaning against the wall, trying to immobilize him completely but it was too hard. The boy stirred madly and at one point, he was holding his left forearm towards Jean and the professor. They saw his skin tear at the wrist as a pointy metal object came out of his skin. Jean defined it as a dagger, like the ones used by ninjas, except that this one was slightly longer and the handle was decorated with precious stones and designs. The weapon got into his hand and was thrown towards Jean.
She screamed and ducked as the dagger logged itself in the wall on which she was leaning. It broke her concentration and Nathan was free of movement as he fell to the ground.
"Stop, Nathan," he heard the voice of the professor say in his mind. "We're your friends."
Nathan was now between Storm and Logan. He went to jump over Logan but he was caught by the ankle. He landed on the floor with a thud and high kicked Logan in the face. He staged back and Nate took this opportunity to get up by pushing himself on the ground. He turned sideways and kicked him in the ribs. Logan growled and unsheathed his claws, trying to scare the boy so he could become 'normal' again.
Nathan just smiled evilly at the sight of his claws. He raised his forearms and this time on both hands, two daggers, bigger than the other, came out of his wrists. The scar from where the weapons appeared just closed by themselves without any blood coming out of the wounds.
"Two can play at that game," he said mischievously.
Logan glared and snarled.
Before Logan could step back, Nathan had raised his swords, moved sideways and had left the swords in their parallel positions. That way, the swords were coming towards Logan from the front, but Nathan was on his right.
Logan blocked the swords with his claws, but he received a hit in the middle of the back, by Nathan's foot. Nathan kicked again, but this time behind his knees and Logan fell to the floor with a loud thud.
Cyclops was back on his feet and shot towards Nathan. The boy bent down quickly as the beam grazed his side. Nathan turned to Jean and glanced at her a certain way. Jean fell to her knees with a sigh of pain, causing Scott to look towards her. It gave the opportunity to Nathan to do something. He raised his hand, palm forwards towards Scott and the man just had the time to close his eyes as his visor was swept off his face.
It fell to the floor with a little metallic noise. Nathan looked towards Storm, but she couldn't use her power inside. All she could do was control the air streams, and it was exactly what she was doing, trying to restrain Nathan. She couldn't make the wind blow higher than a breeze because she would break some of the very expensive medical machinery they had in the room. Nathan didn't fight her.
He turned to the professor and said something that no one but him understood. "Every man is the architect of his own fate, but what can you expect from a wolf but a howl? What is bred in the bone comes out in the flesh," he said waywardly. "It's not good to play with fire and neither to judge a book by its cover."
At that he jumped towards the exit.
Logan and Scott started running after him.
One the first floor, students were worried to see the boy run for the exit, followed by Logan and Scott. Bobby and John tried to catch him too but he was too fast. In the garden, he stopped for half a second in front of Rogue and Kitty who just stared jaw dropped at him. He smiled, and continued his way, running towards the trees and high brick wall that marked the border of the propriety. Scott, Logan, Bobby and John arrived, but it was too late, Nathan was gone, trapped by his emotions into the savageness of his anger and hate.
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Hey, that was pretty good! (I have a very high opinion of myself right now) I think I could have made them fight a bit longer and 'put more cuts and bruises', but it's because I want them to go after him and fight him somewhere else, so that Storm and others can fight too.
Did you like it? Tell me, by pressing the little 'review' button.
Now I need some time to really plan the next chapter. I have to choose if Nate's going to go hide in New York, and if he'll have contacts there, or something. I also need to make him fight his 'inner self' . . . or something. Ideas are all welcomed!
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Chapter 16:
They took the elevator and descended to the lower levels. They walked into the medical lab and Logan pulled one of the medical beds in the middle of the room for Jean and the professor. Jean had suggested the table with security straps but the Professor had explained that it would make him nervous.
About five minutes later, Scott entered, following closely Nathan. The boy was wearing baggy jeans, a black shirt and had his trench coat on. He looked as tiered as ever and pulled himself slowly into the med lab. His eyes widened and he stopped as he saw the people around the medical table.
"Don't worry Nathan," the professor said. "We're not going to harm you."
Nathan backed up one step but met Scott blocking his way. Now he was really uneasy.
"What's going on?" he asked in a shaky voice, combating the tiredness.
"We're here to help you Nathan," Jean said. "We want to try and take that voice in your head away."
Nathan relaxed for a moment, but it quickly disappeared under a weight of fear.
"No! It's going to get me!" he said with fear. "I'm not aloud to let it win."
"What's the point of fighting against it?" the professor said. "We just want to tell it not to fight you."
Nathan looked very tense, but walked forward.
"Just lay on that table," Jean said. "We're going to go in your mind to see what's going on with that voice."
Nathan nodded and sat on the table, looking at the professor in the eyes before he did so.
"Just stay calm," Jean said as she settled into a chair near his head.
The professor was in front of her, and he gave her the signal. They entered Nathan's mind, Jean on his sanity's side, the professor on the voice's side. She could hear the professor talking to Nathan's second self.
She 'walked' to the wall contouring the box in which Nathan's secrets were hidden. Her mind pushed against it, but it didn't budge. She had to repeat it many times before his strong mental shields started to fail him. She could see through it, see photographs of people, his clients. There were papers everywhere, student awards from school, books, many books about science. His thoughts were based on logic. Everything had to be logical for him, that's why he didn't accept being a mutant. She searched in that part of his mind, finding memories of his life. His parents, the basketball team he led to victory at every match, his training at the dojo, the fight that had triggered his mutation. All was there. She looked on one of the sides of his mental 'box' and saw a door, leading to his second self. She walked to it, tried to turn the handle, but it was burning. She used her mental force to open it, and when she did, the wall around his mind disappeared. She saw Nathan's second self, a cold blooded killer, revengeful, protective, angry and the hate towards humanity that built his strength. All was black on this side of his mind. Fire and blood everywhere. The professor was there, talking to him. This second self was listening, until Jean entered his side. An earthquake in Nathan's mind built up as an evil smile spread on his lips.
Jean and the professor were forced out of his mind.
"Oh, dear," the professor exclaimed. "Logan the tranquilizer gun! Use it!"
Logan took the weapon and directed it at Nathan's arm. He was about to shoot when suddenly Nathan jumped off the table faster than you can blink. His movement pushed the table backwards, making an awful noise on the tiled floor. The sedative dart zoomed into the table.
Scott brought his hand to his visor and set it to the most minimal force, to wanting to hurt Nathan too much. The blast he could give would only throw him to the ground. He turned to Nate who was on his left and was going to shoot, but he was taken aback by the boy's sudden change of appearance.
His hair was lightly longer and almost jet black. The blue tips were that way more pronounced. His pointy ears gave him excellent hearing. His skin was more tanned and scars appeared on it. All of them were astonished to see a particularly long scar forming in his neck. It was like seeing Logan with his healing power, except the other way around. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he reopened them, they were that crazy shade of amethyst again. He made an upside down somersault towards Scott, but instead of hitting him with his feet in the chest like Cyclops expected, he crumpled himself to the grown on his hands and on one knee and passed his other leg under him, making him fall backwards. Before Scott even touched the ground, Nathan had jumped from his place and was now on the lab's counter, behind Storm. She turned around, her eyes filled with panic.
Nathan was still on his hands and one knee. He growled towards Ororo, but it was directed for Logan, who was two meters away behind her. His fangs were showing clearly now. He pounced passing above Storm but was stopped in mid air by Jean. He was hard to control because he kept moving, but she was doing the best she could.
"Don't let him move!" the professor shouted.
Jean was leaning against the wall, trying to immobilize him completely but it was too hard. The boy stirred madly and at one point, he was holding his left forearm towards Jean and the professor. They saw his skin tear at the wrist as a pointy metal object came out of his skin. Jean defined it as a dagger, like the ones used by ninjas, except that this one was slightly longer and the handle was decorated with precious stones and designs. The weapon got into his hand and was thrown towards Jean.
She screamed and ducked as the dagger logged itself in the wall on which she was leaning. It broke her concentration and Nathan was free of movement as he fell to the ground.
"Stop, Nathan," he heard the voice of the professor say in his mind. "We're your friends."
Nathan was now between Storm and Logan. He went to jump over Logan but he was caught by the ankle. He landed on the floor with a thud and high kicked Logan in the face. He staged back and Nate took this opportunity to get up by pushing himself on the ground. He turned sideways and kicked him in the ribs. Logan growled and unsheathed his claws, trying to scare the boy so he could become 'normal' again.
Nathan just smiled evilly at the sight of his claws. He raised his forearms and this time on both hands, two daggers, bigger than the other, came out of his wrists. The scar from where the weapons appeared just closed by themselves without any blood coming out of the wounds.
"Two can play at that game," he said mischievously.
Logan glared and snarled.
Before Logan could step back, Nathan had raised his swords, moved sideways and had left the swords in their parallel positions. That way, the swords were coming towards Logan from the front, but Nathan was on his right.
Logan blocked the swords with his claws, but he received a hit in the middle of the back, by Nathan's foot. Nathan kicked again, but this time behind his knees and Logan fell to the floor with a loud thud.
Cyclops was back on his feet and shot towards Nathan. The boy bent down quickly as the beam grazed his side. Nathan turned to Jean and glanced at her a certain way. Jean fell to her knees with a sigh of pain, causing Scott to look towards her. It gave the opportunity to Nathan to do something. He raised his hand, palm forwards towards Scott and the man just had the time to close his eyes as his visor was swept off his face.
It fell to the floor with a little metallic noise. Nathan looked towards Storm, but she couldn't use her power inside. All she could do was control the air streams, and it was exactly what she was doing, trying to restrain Nathan. She couldn't make the wind blow higher than a breeze because she would break some of the very expensive medical machinery they had in the room. Nathan didn't fight her.
He turned to the professor and said something that no one but him understood. "Every man is the architect of his own fate, but what can you expect from a wolf but a howl? What is bred in the bone comes out in the flesh," he said waywardly. "It's not good to play with fire and neither to judge a book by its cover."
At that he jumped towards the exit.
Logan and Scott started running after him.
One the first floor, students were worried to see the boy run for the exit, followed by Logan and Scott. Bobby and John tried to catch him too but he was too fast. In the garden, he stopped for half a second in front of Rogue and Kitty who just stared jaw dropped at him. He smiled, and continued his way, running towards the trees and high brick wall that marked the border of the propriety. Scott, Logan, Bobby and John arrived, but it was too late, Nathan was gone, trapped by his emotions into the savageness of his anger and hate.
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Hey, that was pretty good! (I have a very high opinion of myself right now) I think I could have made them fight a bit longer and 'put more cuts and bruises', but it's because I want them to go after him and fight him somewhere else, so that Storm and others can fight too.
Did you like it? Tell me, by pressing the little 'review' button.
Now I need some time to really plan the next chapter. I have to choose if Nate's going to go hide in New York, and if he'll have contacts there, or something. I also need to make him fight his 'inner self' . . . or something. Ideas are all welcomed!