Chapter 21!!!!! Wow!
I don't have any news about X2, but when I will, I promise to share it with you. I still repeat those two words to myself. Wolverine. Naked. WoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO!!!!!!
Ah.
Well, I did some dog sleigh this week end. On a frozen lake. It was cool. Then I did some snowmobile too. I had fun. To finish, me and a couple of my friends did this really cool thing, witch is to jump off my roof a couple of times. That was also extremely cool. We all nearly killed ourselves, but that's another story. (Don't worry, I'm not mad. I did jump off my roof, but there was a lot of snow underneath. And ice. That is why I say we could have killed ourselves . . . No. Not really. I could only have broken a leg, at the very most, but I am pleased to announce that I am very fine) I am probably only going to give the image to everyone that Canadians are crazy. We're not, we just go to extremes sometimes. Well, I do anyways. Hehe.
Oh well.
Ah, for this chapter, I could have put it with chapter 20, but still. I like leaving some anticipation. And for the reviews, you can ALL forget 'and they lived happily ever after' . . . hehehe . . . mueheheheheh . . .
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It took the X-Men a few seconds before they realized that Nathan had once again hostile intentions. At first, they didn't move, afraid of what he could do, and so they waited for him to do the first move.
Nathan kneeled on the table and jumped off, pushing himself against the wall once he was in the air. He landed many feets away, not too far away from Bobby and Pyro, who both had the reflex of taking a few steps away from him.
Nate looked at them without moving, an unidentified look on his face. Suddenly, he made only one step towards them, slamming his foot on the tiled floor. Both boys jumped at least two feet high, thinking that he was going to attack; but still, the boy didn't move closer, something that resembled interest and curiosity glowing in his eyes.
John and Bobby looked at each other for a moment, wondering what was happening.
To the X-Men's surprise, they saw the professor wheel forwards, confident, as always.
"Professor . . ." Jean tried to object, to stop him from approaching the boy.
"Nathan," the professor said, making the boy turn around. "How are you feeling?"
There was a moment of silence as the boy just stared at the professor, the X-Men staring at both of them. The boy didn't answer, and just stared at the professor in an awkward way.
"Not so well, I see," the professor continued, wheeling a bit closer to Nathan again.
Now the boy looked puzzled.
"Don't worry," the professor added, to the X-Men's wonder. "It's just your other self again."
The X-Men waited to hear the rest, and so did Nathan.
"It died, and so did a part of you, but yourself couldn't live without it, and so, this part of you that died came back," the professor said.
Suddenly, Nathan backed away, looking at everyone with something resembling fear. Pyro formed a fireball in his hand as he saw Nate give him an antagonistic look.
"P-p-professor," John tried to articulate, seeing something in the boy's appearance change.
Without any other word spoken, Nathan formed a dagger in his hand and threw it. Jubilee, who was right next to John, pushed Pyro out of the way because he was in the daggers line of attack. It grazed deeply John's right side, cutting through his shirt and his skin.
The weapon fell to the floor not too far away, and so did John, holding his stomach in pain. His t-shirt's side was quickly tinted a deep shade of red.
Ignoring him, Nate walked towards the door, but was blocked by Logan and Scott. Both looked slightly uncertain of themselves, even if they were only in front of a boy.
Logan unsheathed his claws, and Scott raised his hand to the side of his visor, their moves making Nathan growl in dissatisfaction.
"Scott! Wolverine!" they heard coming from John who was still crouched on the floor. "Listen . . . just trust me, don't move when he throws the dagger again!"
The two men looked at each other, wondering if Pyro had completely lost it.
"Just trust me!" he shouted again, as they all saw Nathan form another dagger. Trying to regain her wits, Jean raised her hand and concentrated to control the dagger. Her eyes widened when she saw it wasn't working, and that the dagger wasn't flying upwards, like she expected it to do.
"Professor . . . what's going on?" she asked, trying to find a possible explanation.
Nathan threw the dagger and both Scott nor Logan had the time to react as the dagger logged itself into Logan's chest. Rogue screamed, and it made Nathan turn to her, looking at her as if he was remembering something.
They all heard Logan grumble loudly as he pulled the weapon out of his chest.
"Trust me! Don't move when he throws the dagger," he said, imitating Pyro's voice. "He's lost his god damn mind."
His wound started healing by itself as he looked up at Nathan again, who was still fixing Rogue.
"Hey, kid," he said dangerously, making Nathan look back at him. ". . .Wha- . . ."
They all stared as they saw that the Nathan that had woken up on the table was replaced by the one they knew, the one they hoped would stay like he was.
Nathan blinked a few times as the X-Men saw clearly his eyes change from deep amethyst to green once again, the scars on his skin slowly disappear and his tan complexion lighten to some extent.
He looked at Logan, a look of mystery in his eyes, and Wolverine could only stare back at him questioningly. Slowly, Nathan turned around, looking at the other X-Men across the room, and it looked as if he didn't recognize them. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock as he brought a hand to his chest, letting out a whimper.
"Oh, dear," They heard the professor exclaim. "Jean, help him, quickly."
Suddenly, Nathan bent in half, holding his torso. He saw the X-Men walking closer to him, and he backed up, hitting the counter behind him. He made a wobbly step sideways and placed himself into a fighting position, as if he thought he was facing enemies.
"Nathan," Max exclaimed, looking at him with compassion.
Nate looked at him for some time, his arms slowly falling to his sides as he recognized his best friend. It was then Jean noticed that Nate was bleeding in profusion, in the middle of the chest, right in the heart area, where he had received a bullet, back at the docks. His eyes widened as he bent forwards coughing up blood.
When he looked back up, his eyes were that strange purple again, even though his skin was normal without any trace of scratch marks or scars. He looked up at Jean, still bent in two, a rivulet of blood leaking at the corner of his lips.
"Nathan, let me help you," Jean said reassuringly, walking towards him. "Your wound, it could be fatal if we don't nurse it quickly."
She arrived next to Nathan and he shuddered, feeling her hand on his shoulder. He let her move him up to the table and he felt Scott help him onto the medical table. His breathing started being much more of a task as he let his head fall to the side, ignoring Ororo's voice, trying to motion everyone out of the lab, the noise everyone was making as they all wanted to see what was going to happen. His hearing was starting to fail him, as he couldn't discern what Jean was shouting or any other noise in the background. There was only a quick beep he kept hearing, a noise probably coming from one of the machines. He felt Jean plugging things to him again.
His head turned sideways, he saw the professor, looking at him with pity. He saw him turn his head, and Nathan looked further behind to see what he was looking at. His eyes were also starting to fail him, but he focused and saw what the Professor was looking at. The monitor.
Nathan's amethyst eyes were slowly filled with anxiety as he saw the green line going strangely quick and low. His ears came to focus again as he discerned a scream in the background, near the door.
Kitty.
Trying to make out the monitor better, Nathan frowned, not able to discern the green line very well. He closed his eyes a moment as he heard Jean scream something as she kept moving back and forth from the counter to the medical table.
Nathan couldn't see it, but she was now wearing her doctor's vest and medical gloves.
Opening his eyes again, he saw the monitor, now the lines going much bigger, but still very very fast.
"Stay with us, Nathan," he heard the Professor whisper. "Stay with us."
He tried to breathe, but no air was able to reach his lungs. He tried again to inhale, but to his horror, it wasn't working. His eyes could only watch as the green line of the monitor went dead, staying flat. His ears only hearing the exasperating sound, he only heard faintly Jean scream something.
He felt a mask being placed on his mouth, and it was then he was able to breathe. He let in the air into his lungs; now feeling very dizzy because of the drug there was in the oxygen Jean was giving him.
His sight started to get low again as everything became hazy, except for the monitor's steady green line. It was still flat.
Suddenly, something made Nathan look hostilely at the line. He wanted to live. His life . . . his life . . . a life worth living . . .
Slowly, everything went black. He heard the monitor for quite a long moment before falling into the depths of unconsciousness that were claiming his life. The long steady hiss the monitor was giving went on for a long time, and just as Nathan was going to give up, he heard it. What he was praying to happen. The monitor jumped . . . once, then twice, and then another time, starting a regular rhythm . . .
Somehow, Nathan arrived to smile as he let himself fall freely into oblivion. Feeling his heart beating in his chest, Nathan calmed down.
He was going to live . . . because he wanted to live.
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. . .
No. It's not the end. IF I was tiered of writing this story, I could have let it end like that, but writing is part of my life, and personally, I like my character.
So, HA!
Give me a free present and review. Please?
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la . . . it's not the end . . . it's not the end . . . nah nah ni boo boo!
WOW!
Damit! I swear! I lightened up on the cranberry juice, but now . . . I can't stop myself from drinking! AHHHH!!!!!!
P.S.:
quote of the day:
I asked God for a river, he gave me an ocean. I asked him for a tree, he gave me a forest. I asked him to review my story . . . and he just did.
Moral: You can give a person much more what that person asks for, but it's the same result at the end . . . euh, I think it's very clear that I just made that up. Now, would you mind reviewing? You know, the purple button right under this? PPPPLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE!!!
I don't have any news about X2, but when I will, I promise to share it with you. I still repeat those two words to myself. Wolverine. Naked. WoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO!!!!!!
Ah.
Well, I did some dog sleigh this week end. On a frozen lake. It was cool. Then I did some snowmobile too. I had fun. To finish, me and a couple of my friends did this really cool thing, witch is to jump off my roof a couple of times. That was also extremely cool. We all nearly killed ourselves, but that's another story. (Don't worry, I'm not mad. I did jump off my roof, but there was a lot of snow underneath. And ice. That is why I say we could have killed ourselves . . . No. Not really. I could only have broken a leg, at the very most, but I am pleased to announce that I am very fine) I am probably only going to give the image to everyone that Canadians are crazy. We're not, we just go to extremes sometimes. Well, I do anyways. Hehe.
Oh well.
Ah, for this chapter, I could have put it with chapter 20, but still. I like leaving some anticipation. And for the reviews, you can ALL forget 'and they lived happily ever after' . . . hehehe . . . mueheheheheh . . .
**********
It took the X-Men a few seconds before they realized that Nathan had once again hostile intentions. At first, they didn't move, afraid of what he could do, and so they waited for him to do the first move.
Nathan kneeled on the table and jumped off, pushing himself against the wall once he was in the air. He landed many feets away, not too far away from Bobby and Pyro, who both had the reflex of taking a few steps away from him.
Nate looked at them without moving, an unidentified look on his face. Suddenly, he made only one step towards them, slamming his foot on the tiled floor. Both boys jumped at least two feet high, thinking that he was going to attack; but still, the boy didn't move closer, something that resembled interest and curiosity glowing in his eyes.
John and Bobby looked at each other for a moment, wondering what was happening.
To the X-Men's surprise, they saw the professor wheel forwards, confident, as always.
"Professor . . ." Jean tried to object, to stop him from approaching the boy.
"Nathan," the professor said, making the boy turn around. "How are you feeling?"
There was a moment of silence as the boy just stared at the professor, the X-Men staring at both of them. The boy didn't answer, and just stared at the professor in an awkward way.
"Not so well, I see," the professor continued, wheeling a bit closer to Nathan again.
Now the boy looked puzzled.
"Don't worry," the professor added, to the X-Men's wonder. "It's just your other self again."
The X-Men waited to hear the rest, and so did Nathan.
"It died, and so did a part of you, but yourself couldn't live without it, and so, this part of you that died came back," the professor said.
Suddenly, Nathan backed away, looking at everyone with something resembling fear. Pyro formed a fireball in his hand as he saw Nate give him an antagonistic look.
"P-p-professor," John tried to articulate, seeing something in the boy's appearance change.
Without any other word spoken, Nathan formed a dagger in his hand and threw it. Jubilee, who was right next to John, pushed Pyro out of the way because he was in the daggers line of attack. It grazed deeply John's right side, cutting through his shirt and his skin.
The weapon fell to the floor not too far away, and so did John, holding his stomach in pain. His t-shirt's side was quickly tinted a deep shade of red.
Ignoring him, Nate walked towards the door, but was blocked by Logan and Scott. Both looked slightly uncertain of themselves, even if they were only in front of a boy.
Logan unsheathed his claws, and Scott raised his hand to the side of his visor, their moves making Nathan growl in dissatisfaction.
"Scott! Wolverine!" they heard coming from John who was still crouched on the floor. "Listen . . . just trust me, don't move when he throws the dagger again!"
The two men looked at each other, wondering if Pyro had completely lost it.
"Just trust me!" he shouted again, as they all saw Nathan form another dagger. Trying to regain her wits, Jean raised her hand and concentrated to control the dagger. Her eyes widened when she saw it wasn't working, and that the dagger wasn't flying upwards, like she expected it to do.
"Professor . . . what's going on?" she asked, trying to find a possible explanation.
Nathan threw the dagger and both Scott nor Logan had the time to react as the dagger logged itself into Logan's chest. Rogue screamed, and it made Nathan turn to her, looking at her as if he was remembering something.
They all heard Logan grumble loudly as he pulled the weapon out of his chest.
"Trust me! Don't move when he throws the dagger," he said, imitating Pyro's voice. "He's lost his god damn mind."
His wound started healing by itself as he looked up at Nathan again, who was still fixing Rogue.
"Hey, kid," he said dangerously, making Nathan look back at him. ". . .Wha- . . ."
They all stared as they saw that the Nathan that had woken up on the table was replaced by the one they knew, the one they hoped would stay like he was.
Nathan blinked a few times as the X-Men saw clearly his eyes change from deep amethyst to green once again, the scars on his skin slowly disappear and his tan complexion lighten to some extent.
He looked at Logan, a look of mystery in his eyes, and Wolverine could only stare back at him questioningly. Slowly, Nathan turned around, looking at the other X-Men across the room, and it looked as if he didn't recognize them. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock as he brought a hand to his chest, letting out a whimper.
"Oh, dear," They heard the professor exclaim. "Jean, help him, quickly."
Suddenly, Nathan bent in half, holding his torso. He saw the X-Men walking closer to him, and he backed up, hitting the counter behind him. He made a wobbly step sideways and placed himself into a fighting position, as if he thought he was facing enemies.
"Nathan," Max exclaimed, looking at him with compassion.
Nate looked at him for some time, his arms slowly falling to his sides as he recognized his best friend. It was then Jean noticed that Nate was bleeding in profusion, in the middle of the chest, right in the heart area, where he had received a bullet, back at the docks. His eyes widened as he bent forwards coughing up blood.
When he looked back up, his eyes were that strange purple again, even though his skin was normal without any trace of scratch marks or scars. He looked up at Jean, still bent in two, a rivulet of blood leaking at the corner of his lips.
"Nathan, let me help you," Jean said reassuringly, walking towards him. "Your wound, it could be fatal if we don't nurse it quickly."
She arrived next to Nathan and he shuddered, feeling her hand on his shoulder. He let her move him up to the table and he felt Scott help him onto the medical table. His breathing started being much more of a task as he let his head fall to the side, ignoring Ororo's voice, trying to motion everyone out of the lab, the noise everyone was making as they all wanted to see what was going to happen. His hearing was starting to fail him, as he couldn't discern what Jean was shouting or any other noise in the background. There was only a quick beep he kept hearing, a noise probably coming from one of the machines. He felt Jean plugging things to him again.
His head turned sideways, he saw the professor, looking at him with pity. He saw him turn his head, and Nathan looked further behind to see what he was looking at. His eyes were also starting to fail him, but he focused and saw what the Professor was looking at. The monitor.
Nathan's amethyst eyes were slowly filled with anxiety as he saw the green line going strangely quick and low. His ears came to focus again as he discerned a scream in the background, near the door.
Kitty.
Trying to make out the monitor better, Nathan frowned, not able to discern the green line very well. He closed his eyes a moment as he heard Jean scream something as she kept moving back and forth from the counter to the medical table.
Nathan couldn't see it, but she was now wearing her doctor's vest and medical gloves.
Opening his eyes again, he saw the monitor, now the lines going much bigger, but still very very fast.
"Stay with us, Nathan," he heard the Professor whisper. "Stay with us."
He tried to breathe, but no air was able to reach his lungs. He tried again to inhale, but to his horror, it wasn't working. His eyes could only watch as the green line of the monitor went dead, staying flat. His ears only hearing the exasperating sound, he only heard faintly Jean scream something.
He felt a mask being placed on his mouth, and it was then he was able to breathe. He let in the air into his lungs; now feeling very dizzy because of the drug there was in the oxygen Jean was giving him.
His sight started to get low again as everything became hazy, except for the monitor's steady green line. It was still flat.
Suddenly, something made Nathan look hostilely at the line. He wanted to live. His life . . . his life . . . a life worth living . . .
Slowly, everything went black. He heard the monitor for quite a long moment before falling into the depths of unconsciousness that were claiming his life. The long steady hiss the monitor was giving went on for a long time, and just as Nathan was going to give up, he heard it. What he was praying to happen. The monitor jumped . . . once, then twice, and then another time, starting a regular rhythm . . .
Somehow, Nathan arrived to smile as he let himself fall freely into oblivion. Feeling his heart beating in his chest, Nathan calmed down.
He was going to live . . . because he wanted to live.
**********
. . .
. . .
No. It's not the end. IF I was tiered of writing this story, I could have let it end like that, but writing is part of my life, and personally, I like my character.
So, HA!
Give me a free present and review. Please?
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la . . . it's not the end . . . it's not the end . . . nah nah ni boo boo!
WOW!
Damit! I swear! I lightened up on the cranberry juice, but now . . . I can't stop myself from drinking! AHHHH!!!!!!
P.S.:
quote of the day:
I asked God for a river, he gave me an ocean. I asked him for a tree, he gave me a forest. I asked him to review my story . . . and he just did.
Moral: You can give a person much more what that person asks for, but it's the same result at the end . . . euh, I think it's very clear that I just made that up. Now, would you mind reviewing? You know, the purple button right under this? PPPPLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE!!!