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A black void, as always.
The mind.
Such an obscure place.
You're conscience, you're dreams, wishes, thoughts and ideas. All in there, in your mind. For once, Nate had slept without hearing the voice, but himself, repeating names. The voice had said he was going to kill someone.
In his dream, he had seen Rogue . . . or was it Kitty?
Well, the young woman had been killed, one of his daggers planted in the heart.
Nate woke up with a scream, sweating heavily. Raised in an upward position in his bed, he stared at the opposite wall, trying to catch his breath.
"You should try to control your thoughts, buddy," he heard a voice say to his right.
Nate turned his head, looking in the voice's direction, thus, towards his table next to his window. Max was sitting on it, looking through one of his high school picture albums. He didn't look up in Nate's direction. "Man," he exclaimed, as he flipped one of the pages. "That was when we won our first basketball match, remember? . . . and here, at the science fair . . . You dork, you won nearly all the prizes."
"Max, how did you get in here?" Nate asked, slightly alarmed of seeing his friend sitting crossed legged on his table.
"The window," Max indicated. "I flew in from the ground."
Nate sighed a bit, still catching his breath. Max looked up, leaning on the wall, looking at him an odd way. Nathan looked away, thinking of his eyes again. He sighed heavily.
"And do you mind telling me what you want?" he asked, slightly irritated.
Maxim glared.
"Nathan Cage, for God's sake, can't I even come and see you anymore?" he yelled. "What the hell is your problem? I know you've been through a lot, and now that some of us are willing to help you, you refuse and lock yourself up in self-pitying! You embarrass me! Look what you've become: from a strong-minded, intelligent boy with a future, to a weepy kid unable to pull himself together and face reality!"
Nathan's eyes furrowed as he glared at Max in a most dangerous way. Before he knew it, he was on his feet, his hands in fists, ready to beat the crap out of him. His eyes widened as he stopped his fist inches from Max's face.
Max had dropped the high school album and it had fell to the floor with a large thud, scared by Nate's reaction, Max had backed up on the table and had pushed a few things off, who all fell crashing to the floor. Shaking, he was holding his forearms in front of his face, pulling back his knees.
Nathan's eyes widened with fear, fear of himself. He was hearing the voice, laughing quietly in his mind. Nate grabbed his head backing away from the table.
"Yeah . . . yes, you're right," he started mumbling. "I think . . . I don't think I can do this anymore . . ."
Max didn't move for a while, waiting for his friend to do something.
"And first of all, you don't even know how it feels to be the way I am!" Nate shouted, becoming himself again.
"What?" Max said, jumping to the floor. " 'The way you feel!' " he mocked. "At least, I don't go around saying that I'm a criminal."
It took a few moments for Nathan to understand what his friend had said, but he got the message. Max hadn't believed him when saying that he was a criminal. He had taken it for a joke. Well, Nate thought there was no point of telling him it was real.
"And you took that joke seriously?" Nathan lied. "You didn't realize it was a joke?"
"Well, now I see it's just bullshit!" Max blurted out.
The verbal fight went on for more than half and hour, as Max insulted everything he hated from Nate, and he doing the same thing about his friend. The fight got louder and many students stopped by Nate's door, hearing all the shouting, but they were always shooed away by the professor who used his power to make sure the two boys weren't interrupted. He knew they needed to yell at each other, just to let everything out. In the end, he knew the result was going to be positive, and as always, he was right. After what seemed to be hours to them, the two boys had a long moment of silence, not knowing what to say, and insult next. They looked at each other for a moment, not speaking, and involuntarily, they both smiled. The looked at themselves like that for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.
After many minutes of uninterrupted laugh, Nathan looked up blankly to Max.
"I'm sorry," he said, exactly at the same time as his friend.
The sat down, shaking their heads as they noticed what stupid thing they had just done. They talked a little, when finally, Max started talking about the first thing he had intended to say to his friend, when flying up to his window.
"Listen, I . . ." he started. "You know I want to stay here. I want to finish school . . . and control my power. I probably also want to become an X-Men. I . . . I want to know what you're going to do. I'm not asking you to tell me right now, but, could you at least give me an answer tomorrow?"
Nate stayed silent again, as if he had his head in the clouds.
"Yes," he said finally. "Tomorrow."
"Fine then," Max said.
After an awkward moment of silence, Max walked to the door.
"I know it's stupid to tell you this, be careful of your choices," he said, before closing the door, leaving Nate.
***
An entire hour passed without Nate moving from his spot. He was thinking. His parents back in Ontario . . . his studies at school . . . his criminal activities . . . his clients . . . the job with the Russians . . . his friends . . . the school . . . his mutation . . .
Seeing his clock blinking nearly noon, he got dressed with clean clothes, changed the bandage on his wound and finally, got out of his room.
He walked to the library where he wanted to look up for books on Russia.
Looking in the shelves, his head tilted on one side to read the titles or the books starting with the letter 'r', he heard footsteps coming his way, but ignored them mumbling the titles in his head. A book on Rumania, another on ruminants, then a few on ancient ruins, a few novels and finally, a book simply called 'Russia'. He took it in his hands and decided to also take the next one, entitled 'Russian Soviet Federal Socialist Republic'. It was then he noticed that the footsteps had stopped, and he looked up to see who was standing in front of him. His heart jumped.
Kitty.
As beautiful as she could look, her brown hair simply brushing her elbows, being held back by a few clips, yet a few bangs falling across her forehead, her fair skin, blue eyes and naturally red lips. She was wearing a simple red tank top and a pair of black jeans. To Nate's eyes, she was a goddess.
"Hi," she said with a shy smile.
"Wa-. . . euh. . . y- . . . hi, Kitty," Nathan mumbled, looking down a little.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked, her hands behind her back.
"Ah. . . yes," he said, looking back up. "What are you doing here?" he asked, trying to sound natural.
"Looking for you, actually," she said. "I wanted to talk to you."
"You did?" he asked, genuinely surprised for no reason at all.
"Well, we used to talk before," she said, embarrassed by his reaction. "I don't see why we should stop."
There was a moment of silence, and Nathan smiled, looking straight in her eyes. She blushed, and Nate's smile widened.
***
Nate and Kitty talked a while, about the school, about some of the students, about music, movies and T.V, therefore having a normal conversation, as they had always done since Nate had arrived at the school. They ate lunch together, still talking about an extended group of things.
Kitty left to her danger room class in the afternoon, and Nate started reading the books he had taken from the library. At the end of the day, he started thinking about the answer he was supposed to give to Max the next day, but he realized that he had known the answer the whole time.
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Nate + Kitty = ?something going on?
What about Rogue?
:)
**********
A black void, as always.
The mind.
Such an obscure place.
You're conscience, you're dreams, wishes, thoughts and ideas. All in there, in your mind. For once, Nate had slept without hearing the voice, but himself, repeating names. The voice had said he was going to kill someone.
In his dream, he had seen Rogue . . . or was it Kitty?
Well, the young woman had been killed, one of his daggers planted in the heart.
Nate woke up with a scream, sweating heavily. Raised in an upward position in his bed, he stared at the opposite wall, trying to catch his breath.
"You should try to control your thoughts, buddy," he heard a voice say to his right.
Nate turned his head, looking in the voice's direction, thus, towards his table next to his window. Max was sitting on it, looking through one of his high school picture albums. He didn't look up in Nate's direction. "Man," he exclaimed, as he flipped one of the pages. "That was when we won our first basketball match, remember? . . . and here, at the science fair . . . You dork, you won nearly all the prizes."
"Max, how did you get in here?" Nate asked, slightly alarmed of seeing his friend sitting crossed legged on his table.
"The window," Max indicated. "I flew in from the ground."
Nate sighed a bit, still catching his breath. Max looked up, leaning on the wall, looking at him an odd way. Nathan looked away, thinking of his eyes again. He sighed heavily.
"And do you mind telling me what you want?" he asked, slightly irritated.
Maxim glared.
"Nathan Cage, for God's sake, can't I even come and see you anymore?" he yelled. "What the hell is your problem? I know you've been through a lot, and now that some of us are willing to help you, you refuse and lock yourself up in self-pitying! You embarrass me! Look what you've become: from a strong-minded, intelligent boy with a future, to a weepy kid unable to pull himself together and face reality!"
Nathan's eyes furrowed as he glared at Max in a most dangerous way. Before he knew it, he was on his feet, his hands in fists, ready to beat the crap out of him. His eyes widened as he stopped his fist inches from Max's face.
Max had dropped the high school album and it had fell to the floor with a large thud, scared by Nate's reaction, Max had backed up on the table and had pushed a few things off, who all fell crashing to the floor. Shaking, he was holding his forearms in front of his face, pulling back his knees.
Nathan's eyes widened with fear, fear of himself. He was hearing the voice, laughing quietly in his mind. Nate grabbed his head backing away from the table.
"Yeah . . . yes, you're right," he started mumbling. "I think . . . I don't think I can do this anymore . . ."
Max didn't move for a while, waiting for his friend to do something.
"And first of all, you don't even know how it feels to be the way I am!" Nate shouted, becoming himself again.
"What?" Max said, jumping to the floor. " 'The way you feel!' " he mocked. "At least, I don't go around saying that I'm a criminal."
It took a few moments for Nathan to understand what his friend had said, but he got the message. Max hadn't believed him when saying that he was a criminal. He had taken it for a joke. Well, Nate thought there was no point of telling him it was real.
"And you took that joke seriously?" Nathan lied. "You didn't realize it was a joke?"
"Well, now I see it's just bullshit!" Max blurted out.
The verbal fight went on for more than half and hour, as Max insulted everything he hated from Nate, and he doing the same thing about his friend. The fight got louder and many students stopped by Nate's door, hearing all the shouting, but they were always shooed away by the professor who used his power to make sure the two boys weren't interrupted. He knew they needed to yell at each other, just to let everything out. In the end, he knew the result was going to be positive, and as always, he was right. After what seemed to be hours to them, the two boys had a long moment of silence, not knowing what to say, and insult next. They looked at each other for a moment, not speaking, and involuntarily, they both smiled. The looked at themselves like that for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.
After many minutes of uninterrupted laugh, Nathan looked up blankly to Max.
"I'm sorry," he said, exactly at the same time as his friend.
The sat down, shaking their heads as they noticed what stupid thing they had just done. They talked a little, when finally, Max started talking about the first thing he had intended to say to his friend, when flying up to his window.
"Listen, I . . ." he started. "You know I want to stay here. I want to finish school . . . and control my power. I probably also want to become an X-Men. I . . . I want to know what you're going to do. I'm not asking you to tell me right now, but, could you at least give me an answer tomorrow?"
Nate stayed silent again, as if he had his head in the clouds.
"Yes," he said finally. "Tomorrow."
"Fine then," Max said.
After an awkward moment of silence, Max walked to the door.
"I know it's stupid to tell you this, be careful of your choices," he said, before closing the door, leaving Nate.
***
An entire hour passed without Nate moving from his spot. He was thinking. His parents back in Ontario . . . his studies at school . . . his criminal activities . . . his clients . . . the job with the Russians . . . his friends . . . the school . . . his mutation . . .
Seeing his clock blinking nearly noon, he got dressed with clean clothes, changed the bandage on his wound and finally, got out of his room.
He walked to the library where he wanted to look up for books on Russia.
Looking in the shelves, his head tilted on one side to read the titles or the books starting with the letter 'r', he heard footsteps coming his way, but ignored them mumbling the titles in his head. A book on Rumania, another on ruminants, then a few on ancient ruins, a few novels and finally, a book simply called 'Russia'. He took it in his hands and decided to also take the next one, entitled 'Russian Soviet Federal Socialist Republic'. It was then he noticed that the footsteps had stopped, and he looked up to see who was standing in front of him. His heart jumped.
Kitty.
As beautiful as she could look, her brown hair simply brushing her elbows, being held back by a few clips, yet a few bangs falling across her forehead, her fair skin, blue eyes and naturally red lips. She was wearing a simple red tank top and a pair of black jeans. To Nate's eyes, she was a goddess.
"Hi," she said with a shy smile.
"Wa-. . . euh. . . y- . . . hi, Kitty," Nathan mumbled, looking down a little.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked, her hands behind her back.
"Ah. . . yes," he said, looking back up. "What are you doing here?" he asked, trying to sound natural.
"Looking for you, actually," she said. "I wanted to talk to you."
"You did?" he asked, genuinely surprised for no reason at all.
"Well, we used to talk before," she said, embarrassed by his reaction. "I don't see why we should stop."
There was a moment of silence, and Nathan smiled, looking straight in her eyes. She blushed, and Nate's smile widened.
***
Nate and Kitty talked a while, about the school, about some of the students, about music, movies and T.V, therefore having a normal conversation, as they had always done since Nate had arrived at the school. They ate lunch together, still talking about an extended group of things.
Kitty left to her danger room class in the afternoon, and Nate started reading the books he had taken from the library. At the end of the day, he started thinking about the answer he was supposed to give to Max the next day, but he realized that he had known the answer the whole time.
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Nate + Kitty = ?something going on?
What about Rogue?
:)