Sorry for the time I took to update! I was just stuck with a gigantic pile
of huge homework for the end of the school year (gracefully set by my
beloved teachers) and I now need to study for my exams (helphelphelp), but
it's impossible for me to study without stopping to write a little, so
don't worry too much. I'll have to delay 'Unfinished Business' a little,
but it'll be out in not too long, I just need to write a couple of more
chapters for 'this'.
About my Matrix fic, I think it's going to be even more delayed because, for now, I prefer writing X-Men stuff. But it is going to appear some time in the next few weeks, when I have the time to spend on it.
For those who noticed little things that were left aside in the whole story, well they're all going to come out in the next chapters. For example the sheet of paper about Nate's blood analysis, and his X-Rays, and what Magneto said, Hooligan and bablabla I think it's going to be fun.
Thanks to all my reviewers:
Ice Phoenix, JustandalwaysMo, Remnants-2011, Blaze, StarzOfPromise, Catz and amethist
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Chapter 34:
It was fall, already. On the grounds of the school, the trees were loosing their colored leaves, and they fell slowly to the ground, pushed by a slow breeze Storm wasn't responsible for. Time had passed since Nathan had left, two months to be exact, and the residents of the mansion were slowly getting used to his absence, some even thinking he wasn't coming back. But they were all wrong, because one day, close to nightfall, when the sun was giving out its last rays on the grounds, he came back.
He stood at the gate, staring at the mansion so far away behind it, a strange smile playing on his lips. Kitty had seen him from the window and had ran outside to greet him, but she had stopped dead in her tracks a few meters away from the gate on which he was now leaning. Some of the others had also seen him at the window, but were waiting on the front porch for him to arrive, not wanting to go run outside, like Kitty, in the bitter cold that was sweeping over them.
Kitty had stopped, and had looked at him, a look of confusion on her face. Nathan hadn't moved, his eyes on the mansion, and many would have thought he hadn't even sensed Kitty coming. Getting over the fact that he seemed turned into stone, Kitty finally opened the gate and walked to him.
"Hi, Kitty," he had said, finally looking at her with his charming, yet strange purple eyes. "I'm back."
Kitty had jumped in his arms, a smile on her face, ignoring the heavy bag he was holding that she had made fall to the ground. They had walked together up to the door, where others and the professor were waiting. All had noticed the time the professor had taken to finally welcome Nathan home, and some students had even said that he looked doubtful, looking at the boy.
Nate walked directly up to his room, saying he was tiered and would talk tomorrow, even though all had a feeling that he wouldn't. He kissed Kitty good-bye, even though she desperately wanted to stay with him and was even more furious when he refused. He shut the door and let the bag slip to the side of his bed, before he pulled off his shoes and socks and finally landed on the fresh covers, a smile on his face.
Downstairs, many were very curious about his comeback, and the professor was the most eager to get to know what had happened with him, because looking into Nate's eyes when he had walked up to the mansion, there had been something that had clicked in his powerful mind. Something so insignificant had taken his attention, and he had realized that so many things had changed into that boy's mentality. Many things had changed, and he knew that they weren't allowed to be left abandoned, because he sensed that something was starting to get very wrong. What Magneto had told him maybe had more importance than it seemed.
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Kitty walked back to her room, looking flabbergasted. Jubilee and Rogue just stared at her as she walked through the door and jumped on her bed.
"So, he's finally back," Jubilee said slowly.
"I don't know why but I barely recognized him," Kitty said, looking at the ceiling.
From her corner, Rogue, an open book on her lap, smiled, looking back out the window. She too had noticed a major change in her friend's attitude. He seemed . . . more relaxed and in peace with everything, while keeping a look that said that he knew things others didn't, and that it was better that others didn't know that information.
Glimpsing at Kitty, she smiled and went back to her reading.
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Nathan didn't move from his bed, his eyes slowly moving around the room as he checked to see it anything had changed since his last stay. Nothing seemed to have been touched. He hadn't left anything belonging to himself, and all the things in his bag were the only things he hadn't had had to abandoned during his trip.
He jumped to his feet and, sitting on the tip of his feet, he opened his bag to pull out its contents to place them at their respectful place. The first thing was his inseparable portable computer and it's equipment. Everything had been placed in a metallic case so it wouldn't be damaged, and he placed it on his desk, to open it carefully and took out his equipment, before returning to his bag and pulling out other things: a picture of his parents, two books, clothes, a gun and three fake passports he had used to facilitate his movements between Russia and Europe. There was also a pile of papers he immediately placed on his desk.
His trip had been unforgettable, and jumping on his bed again, he thought of it for a long time before being able to fall asleep.
The day of his departure had been horrifyingly easy for him, and he found himself being able of abandoning everything with an ease beyond understanding. After packing, he had discretely walked to the main door, after everyone was in their beds, and from there took his car out of the garage and simply drove off without any second thought. He drove a great part of the night and arrived in New York in the wee hours of the morning, when the sun was barely showing itself beyond the line of horizon. He ate there, exchanged his car for another one, spent a couple of hours clarifying his business in an Internet café and then drove to the airport, where he parked his car and took the first plane to Moscow, traveling first class.
The day of his arrival in Russia was etched in Nate's mind. His simple bag on his shoulder, he had passed the doors of the first section of the arrivers, stood in front of the crowd and almost immediately recognized his client, Alcatraz, or should he say, Michael Romanov.
The man was very tall and well built, had dark hair, skin and eyes. He was wearing a black turtleneck and blue jeans, trying to 'blend in'. Three of his friends were with him, and they obviously had weapons, but Nate didn't doubt his actions one second. He walked up to Alcatraz and stood in front of him, half of an amused smile playing on his lips. His client ignored him, looking passed the boy in front of him, waiting to see a taller, stronger, accompanied man looking like a criminal mastermind. When he finally realized the boy in front of him was in deed Bait Hunter, his convinced look failed him and he got almost desolated. Of course, his contact wasn't at all what he had expected.
He started yelling things to his little friends, showing his frustration. Nathan, having studied Russian in the past weeks, knew the basis of the language and understood half of his foul speech. Nevertheless, he walked up to him, to his now angry looking client, and smiled.
"Good morning," he had said in Russian. "You must be Alcatraz."
"Yes, and you must be the one who fooled me," he responded, angry as ever. "I assure you that I am doing all I can to stop myself from shooting you right there, *child*."
"Your attitude deceives me greatly," Nathan had said, indifferent to his attempt to intimidate him. "I am the one you know as Bait Hunter, and I am here to work for the money you promised me. You, on the other hand, are doing this for your country, and I suggest that you change that attitude of yours if you wish our union to work. I might look young but I assure you that the money you are spending for having me here will not be a waste of your and certainly not my time."
And with that he walked toward the exit, followed by his interlocutor that had been surprised by his little speech. He had been led to a car, and brought to their headquarters after a serious talk with Alcatraz. After a good night's sleep, he had joined five other members of revolutionary groups in a long meeting where he had been informed about what was going to happen during the following month.
During the first week, they had received cargos of weaponry that they sent out to all their units. They had tested the machinery and installed everything that they were going to use. In total, seventy-two bases were established everywhere in Russia, all a fair distance from the borders. The military bases they were supposed to attack all contained weapons that stopped them from simply blowing them down, because it would cause much too much devastation. Nathan and Alcatraz controlled everything from their hideout in Moscow, but after the first attack, they started moving around.
The plan was too steal military jets and bombs that were going to be traded at the borders with other countries, and for that they needed to infiltrate the secret bases in which these weapons were in storage. When doing this, they would catch the attention of the Russian forces, and they would realize that something fishy was going on. They pushed the citizens of Moscow to create another diversion by protesting against the heating price that had killed much too many, and so the governor was given even more trouble.
The plan was flawless, and it was during the second week that the attacks started. To their dismay, the Russian forces hit back and were ready to shoot down their jets, but they got away without too much trouble.
The people stealing the jets were qualified men and women, twelve in total, trained especially for their mission. The first step of the plan was to infiltrate some of them in the base so they could do their work, which consisted of entering the jets and flying them to a designated spot. A second group of men had to create a diversion while they did this and Nate volunteered more than a few times to do so, with about fifty other revolutionaries. It was when doing that that he changed so much. In that position, he saw people die without him being able to do anything to prevent it, and it helped him lower his consideration that he couldn't always stop things from happening, no matter how hard he tried. There would always be something that he would have to leave behind somewhere.
During his whole 'mission', Nathan unconsciously gained more control over his mutations. He could now create a vaster amount of weaponry by his gift of materializing what the others thought real. His physical aspect had stopped changing, except for the eyes, who kept moving from purple to green, and emerald to violet again. He guessed his healing power had improved since he no longer felt the pain in his shoulder blades, even though they still cracked chillingly when he stretched or moved them certain ways.
The rest of the mission had been relatively 'fun', except for a time when Nate had been caught in a gunfire and a couple of times when he had had other similar problems. In the last base they had 'visited', they had found multiple important documents concerning people doing illegal trading, and stuff about multiple governments working on projects to do with mutants. There had been many papers about that and Nate had kept most of them.
The rest of the mission was locked in Nathan's mind, in a place even professor Xavier couldn't reach. These things, that he had seen, done, heard, seen or linked too him in any other way, had touched him so deeply that they were almost part of his personality, and that is what the professor had sensed in him, the change he had experienced.
It was how -some might say- he had become another person. He wasn't the same boy, the same mutant that had joined the school not that long ago.
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Cracking his shoulders, Nathan got up from his bed, on which he had fallen asleep, and checked his watch to see that it was only something like three in the morning. The time shift wasn't having a very good effect on him.
He walked to his desk, where his papers were pilled up and started separating them. A pile was for the information he needed to destroy, another was to bring to the bank, and the last one was to be read and reread to find more info he needed on what he had found out in Russia.
He sat down after having separated every sheet, the last pile next to him as he read the first page. It was a list of some sort, calling out people of the government working on the 'mutant problem'. Nate frowned seeing how many Americans were in it.
" Richard Vicer, William Stryker, Allan McGregor, Michael Ruthor. . . all American citizens working for the government," he muttered, throwing the paper in the pile of documents to destroy.
Jumping on his bed, he stared at the ceiling again. Now that he had calmed down, he was ready to stay at Xavier's school for Gifted Youngsters . . . but how long would he arrive to stay inactive? Even Nate couldn't answer.
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Wrote everything in a bit of a hurry because this part wasn't extremely important. I will now jump to more significant plots.
Review! Review! Please!
About my Matrix fic, I think it's going to be even more delayed because, for now, I prefer writing X-Men stuff. But it is going to appear some time in the next few weeks, when I have the time to spend on it.
For those who noticed little things that were left aside in the whole story, well they're all going to come out in the next chapters. For example the sheet of paper about Nate's blood analysis, and his X-Rays, and what Magneto said, Hooligan and bablabla I think it's going to be fun.
Thanks to all my reviewers:
Ice Phoenix, JustandalwaysMo, Remnants-2011, Blaze, StarzOfPromise, Catz and amethist
¸,ø ¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ ø,¸¸,ø ¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø ¤º°`°º¤ø,¸
Chapter 34:
It was fall, already. On the grounds of the school, the trees were loosing their colored leaves, and they fell slowly to the ground, pushed by a slow breeze Storm wasn't responsible for. Time had passed since Nathan had left, two months to be exact, and the residents of the mansion were slowly getting used to his absence, some even thinking he wasn't coming back. But they were all wrong, because one day, close to nightfall, when the sun was giving out its last rays on the grounds, he came back.
He stood at the gate, staring at the mansion so far away behind it, a strange smile playing on his lips. Kitty had seen him from the window and had ran outside to greet him, but she had stopped dead in her tracks a few meters away from the gate on which he was now leaning. Some of the others had also seen him at the window, but were waiting on the front porch for him to arrive, not wanting to go run outside, like Kitty, in the bitter cold that was sweeping over them.
Kitty had stopped, and had looked at him, a look of confusion on her face. Nathan hadn't moved, his eyes on the mansion, and many would have thought he hadn't even sensed Kitty coming. Getting over the fact that he seemed turned into stone, Kitty finally opened the gate and walked to him.
"Hi, Kitty," he had said, finally looking at her with his charming, yet strange purple eyes. "I'm back."
Kitty had jumped in his arms, a smile on her face, ignoring the heavy bag he was holding that she had made fall to the ground. They had walked together up to the door, where others and the professor were waiting. All had noticed the time the professor had taken to finally welcome Nathan home, and some students had even said that he looked doubtful, looking at the boy.
Nate walked directly up to his room, saying he was tiered and would talk tomorrow, even though all had a feeling that he wouldn't. He kissed Kitty good-bye, even though she desperately wanted to stay with him and was even more furious when he refused. He shut the door and let the bag slip to the side of his bed, before he pulled off his shoes and socks and finally landed on the fresh covers, a smile on his face.
Downstairs, many were very curious about his comeback, and the professor was the most eager to get to know what had happened with him, because looking into Nate's eyes when he had walked up to the mansion, there had been something that had clicked in his powerful mind. Something so insignificant had taken his attention, and he had realized that so many things had changed into that boy's mentality. Many things had changed, and he knew that they weren't allowed to be left abandoned, because he sensed that something was starting to get very wrong. What Magneto had told him maybe had more importance than it seemed.
¸,ø ¤º°`°º¤ø,¸
Kitty walked back to her room, looking flabbergasted. Jubilee and Rogue just stared at her as she walked through the door and jumped on her bed.
"So, he's finally back," Jubilee said slowly.
"I don't know why but I barely recognized him," Kitty said, looking at the ceiling.
From her corner, Rogue, an open book on her lap, smiled, looking back out the window. She too had noticed a major change in her friend's attitude. He seemed . . . more relaxed and in peace with everything, while keeping a look that said that he knew things others didn't, and that it was better that others didn't know that information.
Glimpsing at Kitty, she smiled and went back to her reading.
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Nathan didn't move from his bed, his eyes slowly moving around the room as he checked to see it anything had changed since his last stay. Nothing seemed to have been touched. He hadn't left anything belonging to himself, and all the things in his bag were the only things he hadn't had had to abandoned during his trip.
He jumped to his feet and, sitting on the tip of his feet, he opened his bag to pull out its contents to place them at their respectful place. The first thing was his inseparable portable computer and it's equipment. Everything had been placed in a metallic case so it wouldn't be damaged, and he placed it on his desk, to open it carefully and took out his equipment, before returning to his bag and pulling out other things: a picture of his parents, two books, clothes, a gun and three fake passports he had used to facilitate his movements between Russia and Europe. There was also a pile of papers he immediately placed on his desk.
His trip had been unforgettable, and jumping on his bed again, he thought of it for a long time before being able to fall asleep.
The day of his departure had been horrifyingly easy for him, and he found himself being able of abandoning everything with an ease beyond understanding. After packing, he had discretely walked to the main door, after everyone was in their beds, and from there took his car out of the garage and simply drove off without any second thought. He drove a great part of the night and arrived in New York in the wee hours of the morning, when the sun was barely showing itself beyond the line of horizon. He ate there, exchanged his car for another one, spent a couple of hours clarifying his business in an Internet café and then drove to the airport, where he parked his car and took the first plane to Moscow, traveling first class.
The day of his arrival in Russia was etched in Nate's mind. His simple bag on his shoulder, he had passed the doors of the first section of the arrivers, stood in front of the crowd and almost immediately recognized his client, Alcatraz, or should he say, Michael Romanov.
The man was very tall and well built, had dark hair, skin and eyes. He was wearing a black turtleneck and blue jeans, trying to 'blend in'. Three of his friends were with him, and they obviously had weapons, but Nate didn't doubt his actions one second. He walked up to Alcatraz and stood in front of him, half of an amused smile playing on his lips. His client ignored him, looking passed the boy in front of him, waiting to see a taller, stronger, accompanied man looking like a criminal mastermind. When he finally realized the boy in front of him was in deed Bait Hunter, his convinced look failed him and he got almost desolated. Of course, his contact wasn't at all what he had expected.
He started yelling things to his little friends, showing his frustration. Nathan, having studied Russian in the past weeks, knew the basis of the language and understood half of his foul speech. Nevertheless, he walked up to him, to his now angry looking client, and smiled.
"Good morning," he had said in Russian. "You must be Alcatraz."
"Yes, and you must be the one who fooled me," he responded, angry as ever. "I assure you that I am doing all I can to stop myself from shooting you right there, *child*."
"Your attitude deceives me greatly," Nathan had said, indifferent to his attempt to intimidate him. "I am the one you know as Bait Hunter, and I am here to work for the money you promised me. You, on the other hand, are doing this for your country, and I suggest that you change that attitude of yours if you wish our union to work. I might look young but I assure you that the money you are spending for having me here will not be a waste of your and certainly not my time."
And with that he walked toward the exit, followed by his interlocutor that had been surprised by his little speech. He had been led to a car, and brought to their headquarters after a serious talk with Alcatraz. After a good night's sleep, he had joined five other members of revolutionary groups in a long meeting where he had been informed about what was going to happen during the following month.
During the first week, they had received cargos of weaponry that they sent out to all their units. They had tested the machinery and installed everything that they were going to use. In total, seventy-two bases were established everywhere in Russia, all a fair distance from the borders. The military bases they were supposed to attack all contained weapons that stopped them from simply blowing them down, because it would cause much too much devastation. Nathan and Alcatraz controlled everything from their hideout in Moscow, but after the first attack, they started moving around.
The plan was too steal military jets and bombs that were going to be traded at the borders with other countries, and for that they needed to infiltrate the secret bases in which these weapons were in storage. When doing this, they would catch the attention of the Russian forces, and they would realize that something fishy was going on. They pushed the citizens of Moscow to create another diversion by protesting against the heating price that had killed much too many, and so the governor was given even more trouble.
The plan was flawless, and it was during the second week that the attacks started. To their dismay, the Russian forces hit back and were ready to shoot down their jets, but they got away without too much trouble.
The people stealing the jets were qualified men and women, twelve in total, trained especially for their mission. The first step of the plan was to infiltrate some of them in the base so they could do their work, which consisted of entering the jets and flying them to a designated spot. A second group of men had to create a diversion while they did this and Nate volunteered more than a few times to do so, with about fifty other revolutionaries. It was when doing that that he changed so much. In that position, he saw people die without him being able to do anything to prevent it, and it helped him lower his consideration that he couldn't always stop things from happening, no matter how hard he tried. There would always be something that he would have to leave behind somewhere.
During his whole 'mission', Nathan unconsciously gained more control over his mutations. He could now create a vaster amount of weaponry by his gift of materializing what the others thought real. His physical aspect had stopped changing, except for the eyes, who kept moving from purple to green, and emerald to violet again. He guessed his healing power had improved since he no longer felt the pain in his shoulder blades, even though they still cracked chillingly when he stretched or moved them certain ways.
The rest of the mission had been relatively 'fun', except for a time when Nate had been caught in a gunfire and a couple of times when he had had other similar problems. In the last base they had 'visited', they had found multiple important documents concerning people doing illegal trading, and stuff about multiple governments working on projects to do with mutants. There had been many papers about that and Nate had kept most of them.
The rest of the mission was locked in Nathan's mind, in a place even professor Xavier couldn't reach. These things, that he had seen, done, heard, seen or linked too him in any other way, had touched him so deeply that they were almost part of his personality, and that is what the professor had sensed in him, the change he had experienced.
It was how -some might say- he had become another person. He wasn't the same boy, the same mutant that had joined the school not that long ago.
¸,ø ¤º°`°º¤ø,¸
Cracking his shoulders, Nathan got up from his bed, on which he had fallen asleep, and checked his watch to see that it was only something like three in the morning. The time shift wasn't having a very good effect on him.
He walked to his desk, where his papers were pilled up and started separating them. A pile was for the information he needed to destroy, another was to bring to the bank, and the last one was to be read and reread to find more info he needed on what he had found out in Russia.
He sat down after having separated every sheet, the last pile next to him as he read the first page. It was a list of some sort, calling out people of the government working on the 'mutant problem'. Nate frowned seeing how many Americans were in it.
" Richard Vicer, William Stryker, Allan McGregor, Michael Ruthor. . . all American citizens working for the government," he muttered, throwing the paper in the pile of documents to destroy.
Jumping on his bed, he stared at the ceiling again. Now that he had calmed down, he was ready to stay at Xavier's school for Gifted Youngsters . . . but how long would he arrive to stay inactive? Even Nate couldn't answer.
¸,ø ¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ ø,¸¸,ø ¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø ¤º°`°º¤ø,¸
Wrote everything in a bit of a hurry because this part wasn't extremely important. I will now jump to more significant plots.
Review! Review! Please!