So . . . middle of the exam period for me. I did five in the last two
days. Six to go until Wednesday. (please pray for me! Not that I'm bad at
school or anything . . .) I will now go back to my passionate studies . . .
;) But chapter 36 is very close of being finished and it is coming soon
too (yay for all of us)
I was just thinking the other day about people who write 'Rouge' instead of 'Rogue'. Did you know that 'Rouge' means 'Red' in French? Do the authors who write that know it?
Thanks to my reviewers! I love you all!
XDivas, Tigereyes, Remnants-2011, Escaflowne and Catz
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Chapter 35:
Standing on the wall separating the school property to the rest of the world, Mystique and Hooligan looked over the grounds, their eyes stopping here and there on a few students walking around, talking and playing. None of them suspected that they were being watched. Hooligan bent down, crouching on the wall in order not to e seen from the mansion. They stayed silent for a long while, seeming to be looking for something. Their patience was soon rewarded, as another group of students came walking out of the school, towards the basketball court.
"Is it him?" Mystique asked to her friend.
Hooligan took the time to recognize Bobby, Pyro, Jubilee and Rogue before his eyes fell on Nathan. He frowned angrily, and nodded absentmindedly to Mystique, who eyed the boy they were referring to.
"But we've seen much stronger mutants, Raven," Hooligan said disappointedly. "Why this one?"
Mystique sat beside him without answering immediately.
"Magneto refused to say much," she said finally. "But he did specify that there was something strange with him, and that he wasn't exactly like other mutants, but it wasn't that he was all powerful or anything like that. It's something to do with the X-Gene and his blood pattern."
"Well that's specific," Hooligan mumbled, rolling his eyes in discontentment.
"I don't know, okay!" Mystique threw at him. "He said there was something to do with what he found out about that boy, before he was captured and brought back to that prison. He said it was important, because he said Xavier was wrong about everything about him, and not just about his little hobbies."
Hooligan smirked, looking back at the students on the ground.
"But how did they find us at the docks?" he asked suddenly. "He had his helmet and we weren't doing anything wrong . . . yet."
"Xavier said something about another psychic entering that boy's head, and you know, he sort of used that psychic's power to find us," Mystique answered. "But Magneto assured me that he didn't know anything about that psychic. He said that if there was a mutant capable of passing the professor's mental defence system around the school, he would have known and called that mutant to join the brotherhood immediately. But he says no such mutant exists."
"But-?" Hooligan started, brutally interrupted by Mystique.
"Stop bothering me with your questions now," she said. "I'll answer them later, not now. Now come."
They jumped down the wall and walked towards the main gates. There, Hooligan took a litter out of his pocket and placed in the mailbox while Mystique walked further away, to a car parked on the other side of the road.
"Come on, now," she said when she opened the driver's place, and morphed into a human. "We need to stay low for a while now, until Magneto informs us of the next step of his plan."
Hooligan gave one last look at the school, frowned and walked around the car, to the passenger's seat. The car started and they drove off without anyone knowing they had been there.
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Nate sat on the side of a bench facing the basketball court, watching his friends tossing the ball around. He wanted to play, just like when he was captain of his team in Ontario, but something in him pulled him back. He needed to think about what was going to happen if he stayed at the school. He would have a bed, food, friends, classes and would learn to control his powers. What more could he ask for? Of course, on the negative side, he would have to abandon his criminal activities and stop running around, something that was very hard for him. He would also need to stop buying too much things because it would catch the eye of the professor, who would then discover about his account and would positively ask him how he had gotten that money, and as a result, everyone would know about his criminal status. He didn't want to imagine what would happen then.
Half hypnotized by the basketball's coming and going, Nate didn't really notice Rogue arrive in his direction and sit beside him, and that is why he jumped when she spoke.
"Hi, Nate," she said calmly, surprised by his reaction.
"Oh, hello Rogue," he said, regaining composure. "How are you doing?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing," she said, smiling. "I'm fine."
"Same for me," he answered dully.
"I was just watching you and I was wondering if you wanted to talk about something," She said, looking at him.
"About what?" he asked, leaning on his elbows as he followed the basketball's routine.
Rogue was about to say that she didn't care, because her only reason to be there was to actually hear him speak. She felt all strange inside when she thought about the possibility that she was the only one to whom he talked so freely to, but she decided not to let her emotions fly out of her mouth, and loose his confidence.
"I don't know . . . Whatever's on your mind," she said vaguely, crossing her legs sideways so she could see him better.
"On my mind . . ." Nate repeated coolly, thinking about it for a second. "Boff . . . I have too much choice, and I don't want to pick a subject. You talk to me. Tell me about what happened while I was in R- . . . out of town."
"Nothing really *happened*," she said. "The professor planned a meeting with the senate and he's going to leave any time soon with Jean . . . John painted all of Scott's visors bright pink to revenge himself on a stupid little thing that had been refused to him . . . Jubilee broke a vase . . . a new student arrived . . . Logan keeps pissing off Scott every occasion he is given . . . Nothing really happened."
Nathan chuckled.
"So . . . you are going to stay now, aren't you?" Rogue asked at her turn.
"I was just thinking about that when you arrived," he said. "And . . . I think I am if no other problems arrive."
Rogue seemed only half contented, but tried not to show it too much.
There was a moment of silence between them, broken by Scott who was just passing by.
"Hey, you two, could you get the mail, please?" he asked, seeing that they weren't doing anything very interesting.
Both teenagers got up with a little sigh and started walking towards the gate, that was still a few minutes of walk away. Nathan stayed silent again, thinking about his choice, while Rogue wondered if she should open another subject of conversation, but it took her so long to decide what to talk about that they had already got to the mailbox. Nate opened it, took out a pack of letters and turned around as they started walking back towards the mansion. He flipped a few, reading to who they were addressed, when his eyes fell on one with no stamp or address, only a name. His name.
"Who would send me a letter?" he asked out loud, Rogue looking over his shoulder to see the envelope.
He handed her the pack of other letters and made a step away to read his in private.
~Who even knows I'm here?~ he asked himself, tearing one of the sides of the parchment.
Only one line was written on the folded sheet of paper that he found inside the envelope, and it only made his eyebrows rise. He sighed and shook his head.
"What is it?" Rogue asked, not wanting to pry in his business too much, but wanting to let him know that he could talk to her.
"Listen to this," he said, opening the paper again. " 'You are not part of their family. You aren't even part of your own.' It's the exact same thing Magneto told me. Why? The brotherhood truly concocts weird intimidation letters, and it's really not working."
"Maybe you should show it to the professor," Rogue suggested. "He might know something."
"No need to bug him about that," Nathan said, stuffing the paper in his pocket. "I'm sure he has better things to do than rest on my case *again*."
"Fine, but I still think you should tell him. He might already know things about it," Rogue answered, stuffing her gloved hands in her pockets as she looked back in front of her.
Nathan grumbled something to himself.
"Yeah," he said, a bit louder. "And I have to tell him that I'm staying now."
Rogue left Nate when they arrived at the mansion, to deliver the mail, while Nathan made his way up to the professor's office. It didn't take him too long to reach it since he knew the way by heart. He knocked on the door and was solicited to enter by the professor himself, seeing that he had probably felt him arrive thanks to his power.
He entered, noticing that the professor was still looking at him with light suspicion. Nathan knew he felt something, and prayed hat he would never find out.
"Hello, Nathan," he said finally. "Have a seat."
Nathan did just that, and tried to look as if what he had done during his absence was nothing at all.
"I'm just here to tell you that I am going to try and stay as a student now," he said quickly. "I just needed to go away for some time but I'm ready to stay now."
"Good," the professor said, still looking at him in a lightly curious way. "Do you have anything else to tell me?"
Nathan froze, wondering if he had figured something out.
"No . . ." he said slowly, starting to play with the rim of his sleeve. "Ah! Yes, maybe!" he said, finding something to talk about. "I received a strange letter you might want to see."
He took the folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the professor, who read it once, and twice, a small frown forming on his forehead as he handed it back to Nathan.
"It's Mystique," he said not very quickly. "Magneto told you the same thing, didn't he? . . . yes, he told me the same thing too."
"What does it mean?" Nathan asked, wondering why Magneto kept repeating the same thing.
"I have no idea," Xavier said. "But I'll try to figure it out. In the mean time, I think Jean wants you to get another medical exam soon, so you better see her about that. She wanted to check your shoulders to see if their all right."
"Thank you, professor," Nathan said, getting up and walking to the door. "And don't forget to tell me if you find something out about this letter."
He closed the door, walked back outside to play basketball with his friends, trying to forget that weird things were going on. He needed to find peace, even if it was just for a moment. Was he going to be able to find it at the school?
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Next chapter I find fun . . . the little girl from his dream comes back to chat. By the way, the story ends on a total cliff-hanger at chapter 40 . . . It's already written (how stupid). Now I need to fill up the space between this chapter and that one.
Reviews are so very well welcomed, you just won't believe!
;)
I was just thinking the other day about people who write 'Rouge' instead of 'Rogue'. Did you know that 'Rouge' means 'Red' in French? Do the authors who write that know it?
Thanks to my reviewers! I love you all!
XDivas, Tigereyes, Remnants-2011, Escaflowne and Catz
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Chapter 35:
Standing on the wall separating the school property to the rest of the world, Mystique and Hooligan looked over the grounds, their eyes stopping here and there on a few students walking around, talking and playing. None of them suspected that they were being watched. Hooligan bent down, crouching on the wall in order not to e seen from the mansion. They stayed silent for a long while, seeming to be looking for something. Their patience was soon rewarded, as another group of students came walking out of the school, towards the basketball court.
"Is it him?" Mystique asked to her friend.
Hooligan took the time to recognize Bobby, Pyro, Jubilee and Rogue before his eyes fell on Nathan. He frowned angrily, and nodded absentmindedly to Mystique, who eyed the boy they were referring to.
"But we've seen much stronger mutants, Raven," Hooligan said disappointedly. "Why this one?"
Mystique sat beside him without answering immediately.
"Magneto refused to say much," she said finally. "But he did specify that there was something strange with him, and that he wasn't exactly like other mutants, but it wasn't that he was all powerful or anything like that. It's something to do with the X-Gene and his blood pattern."
"Well that's specific," Hooligan mumbled, rolling his eyes in discontentment.
"I don't know, okay!" Mystique threw at him. "He said there was something to do with what he found out about that boy, before he was captured and brought back to that prison. He said it was important, because he said Xavier was wrong about everything about him, and not just about his little hobbies."
Hooligan smirked, looking back at the students on the ground.
"But how did they find us at the docks?" he asked suddenly. "He had his helmet and we weren't doing anything wrong . . . yet."
"Xavier said something about another psychic entering that boy's head, and you know, he sort of used that psychic's power to find us," Mystique answered. "But Magneto assured me that he didn't know anything about that psychic. He said that if there was a mutant capable of passing the professor's mental defence system around the school, he would have known and called that mutant to join the brotherhood immediately. But he says no such mutant exists."
"But-?" Hooligan started, brutally interrupted by Mystique.
"Stop bothering me with your questions now," she said. "I'll answer them later, not now. Now come."
They jumped down the wall and walked towards the main gates. There, Hooligan took a litter out of his pocket and placed in the mailbox while Mystique walked further away, to a car parked on the other side of the road.
"Come on, now," she said when she opened the driver's place, and morphed into a human. "We need to stay low for a while now, until Magneto informs us of the next step of his plan."
Hooligan gave one last look at the school, frowned and walked around the car, to the passenger's seat. The car started and they drove off without anyone knowing they had been there.
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Nate sat on the side of a bench facing the basketball court, watching his friends tossing the ball around. He wanted to play, just like when he was captain of his team in Ontario, but something in him pulled him back. He needed to think about what was going to happen if he stayed at the school. He would have a bed, food, friends, classes and would learn to control his powers. What more could he ask for? Of course, on the negative side, he would have to abandon his criminal activities and stop running around, something that was very hard for him. He would also need to stop buying too much things because it would catch the eye of the professor, who would then discover about his account and would positively ask him how he had gotten that money, and as a result, everyone would know about his criminal status. He didn't want to imagine what would happen then.
Half hypnotized by the basketball's coming and going, Nate didn't really notice Rogue arrive in his direction and sit beside him, and that is why he jumped when she spoke.
"Hi, Nate," she said calmly, surprised by his reaction.
"Oh, hello Rogue," he said, regaining composure. "How are you doing?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing," she said, smiling. "I'm fine."
"Same for me," he answered dully.
"I was just watching you and I was wondering if you wanted to talk about something," She said, looking at him.
"About what?" he asked, leaning on his elbows as he followed the basketball's routine.
Rogue was about to say that she didn't care, because her only reason to be there was to actually hear him speak. She felt all strange inside when she thought about the possibility that she was the only one to whom he talked so freely to, but she decided not to let her emotions fly out of her mouth, and loose his confidence.
"I don't know . . . Whatever's on your mind," she said vaguely, crossing her legs sideways so she could see him better.
"On my mind . . ." Nate repeated coolly, thinking about it for a second. "Boff . . . I have too much choice, and I don't want to pick a subject. You talk to me. Tell me about what happened while I was in R- . . . out of town."
"Nothing really *happened*," she said. "The professor planned a meeting with the senate and he's going to leave any time soon with Jean . . . John painted all of Scott's visors bright pink to revenge himself on a stupid little thing that had been refused to him . . . Jubilee broke a vase . . . a new student arrived . . . Logan keeps pissing off Scott every occasion he is given . . . Nothing really happened."
Nathan chuckled.
"So . . . you are going to stay now, aren't you?" Rogue asked at her turn.
"I was just thinking about that when you arrived," he said. "And . . . I think I am if no other problems arrive."
Rogue seemed only half contented, but tried not to show it too much.
There was a moment of silence between them, broken by Scott who was just passing by.
"Hey, you two, could you get the mail, please?" he asked, seeing that they weren't doing anything very interesting.
Both teenagers got up with a little sigh and started walking towards the gate, that was still a few minutes of walk away. Nathan stayed silent again, thinking about his choice, while Rogue wondered if she should open another subject of conversation, but it took her so long to decide what to talk about that they had already got to the mailbox. Nate opened it, took out a pack of letters and turned around as they started walking back towards the mansion. He flipped a few, reading to who they were addressed, when his eyes fell on one with no stamp or address, only a name. His name.
"Who would send me a letter?" he asked out loud, Rogue looking over his shoulder to see the envelope.
He handed her the pack of other letters and made a step away to read his in private.
~Who even knows I'm here?~ he asked himself, tearing one of the sides of the parchment.
Only one line was written on the folded sheet of paper that he found inside the envelope, and it only made his eyebrows rise. He sighed and shook his head.
"What is it?" Rogue asked, not wanting to pry in his business too much, but wanting to let him know that he could talk to her.
"Listen to this," he said, opening the paper again. " 'You are not part of their family. You aren't even part of your own.' It's the exact same thing Magneto told me. Why? The brotherhood truly concocts weird intimidation letters, and it's really not working."
"Maybe you should show it to the professor," Rogue suggested. "He might know something."
"No need to bug him about that," Nathan said, stuffing the paper in his pocket. "I'm sure he has better things to do than rest on my case *again*."
"Fine, but I still think you should tell him. He might already know things about it," Rogue answered, stuffing her gloved hands in her pockets as she looked back in front of her.
Nathan grumbled something to himself.
"Yeah," he said, a bit louder. "And I have to tell him that I'm staying now."
Rogue left Nate when they arrived at the mansion, to deliver the mail, while Nathan made his way up to the professor's office. It didn't take him too long to reach it since he knew the way by heart. He knocked on the door and was solicited to enter by the professor himself, seeing that he had probably felt him arrive thanks to his power.
He entered, noticing that the professor was still looking at him with light suspicion. Nathan knew he felt something, and prayed hat he would never find out.
"Hello, Nathan," he said finally. "Have a seat."
Nathan did just that, and tried to look as if what he had done during his absence was nothing at all.
"I'm just here to tell you that I am going to try and stay as a student now," he said quickly. "I just needed to go away for some time but I'm ready to stay now."
"Good," the professor said, still looking at him in a lightly curious way. "Do you have anything else to tell me?"
Nathan froze, wondering if he had figured something out.
"No . . ." he said slowly, starting to play with the rim of his sleeve. "Ah! Yes, maybe!" he said, finding something to talk about. "I received a strange letter you might want to see."
He took the folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the professor, who read it once, and twice, a small frown forming on his forehead as he handed it back to Nathan.
"It's Mystique," he said not very quickly. "Magneto told you the same thing, didn't he? . . . yes, he told me the same thing too."
"What does it mean?" Nathan asked, wondering why Magneto kept repeating the same thing.
"I have no idea," Xavier said. "But I'll try to figure it out. In the mean time, I think Jean wants you to get another medical exam soon, so you better see her about that. She wanted to check your shoulders to see if their all right."
"Thank you, professor," Nathan said, getting up and walking to the door. "And don't forget to tell me if you find something out about this letter."
He closed the door, walked back outside to play basketball with his friends, trying to forget that weird things were going on. He needed to find peace, even if it was just for a moment. Was he going to be able to find it at the school?
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Next chapter I find fun . . . the little girl from his dream comes back to chat. By the way, the story ends on a total cliff-hanger at chapter 40 . . . It's already written (how stupid). Now I need to fill up the space between this chapter and that one.
Reviews are so very well welcomed, you just won't believe!
;)